#this took a sec for me to be satisfied with it

[grugruel]

His Little Killer

Pairings: Cooper howard x f!reader

NSFW/MDNI

Masterlist

Summary: in reluctant companionship with a ghoul, which turns out to be exactly as dreadful as you'd thought. You find yourself in a shoot-out where–post battle–one of your usual fights end way more pleasurable than usual.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: (violence, blood, death, in typical fallout manners), enemies to lovers, choking, pinv sex, rough sex, fingering, creampie, pet names (darlin', honey, killer, sweetheart), praise, a pinch of degradation.

AN: not yet proofread! Hope yall enjoy! (Yes, I'm unwell.'

Wood shattering, explosions booming–and charging footsteps heading straight for me. 'At my right!' I shout, gesturing in the direction of the steps. My voice barely registering above the racket of the fight.

Nonetheless, he heard me, I knew he did. Because bullets suddenly whizz past my makeshift cover in every direction except to my right.

The ammunition creating sick squelching noises as they collide with their targets, bloodsplatter spraying the walls a horrifying deep red. Meanwhile, in my corner. The heavy footsteps were left wide open to plough through the old wooden barrels I was hiding behind, 'Holy shii-' I squeak as im tackled to the floor with enough force to knock the breath out of my lungs. I try to cough, try to make my lungs open up as the man grabs hold of me. I hit my chest hard, desperately hoping it would do something–

He grabs my boots, pulling me toward him and finally- I get a breath of air. 'Stupid, fucking asshole.' I mutter through clenched teeth as I lunge and wrestle my attacker, our quarreling bodies kicking up a cloud of dust to swirl around us.

The man was big and foul-smelling, maybe it would've been better refered to as an it, considering the animalistic growls, snapping teeth, and fraying lips that bit and lunged at my face. He attempted to pin my arms to the ground while aiming its teeth at my jugular, but I was quicker. My knee smashing into his balls before he had a single thought of defending himself. He cried out in pain and I took my chance to roll him over, pinning him down with my weight instead, and I began throwing a wave of punches to his face, over and over again. 'I said MY right!' I shouted over my shoulder, weeks of fury and frustration bubbling up inside me as it fueled me into beating the ugly mut unrecognizable–when a second force slammed into my back, knocking me onto the ground once again. Another man, now climbing on top of me, his dirty fingers slithering around my throat and-

Another splatter, this time it's his blood–the second man's, and its sprayed all over me.

'Finally. . .' I exhale heavily, thudding back against the floor, splaying out with relief.

'Were really polishin' up on our teamwork.' A gruff voice announced, words coming out slow and steady with that self-satisfied tone which never failed to get on my nerves.

I heaved myself up on my forearms, angling my body so what remained of the man slumped off of me, and the source of the voice appeared like a specter from the dead man's shadow. 'You're a real pretty sight when ridin' a man like that.' He said, nodding to the guy with a bashed face.

I rolled my eyes, unbelievable. 'You mean while beating the shit out of him?' I ask, my voice pitching higher as I couldnt quite fathom the nerve of that man, despite forcing myself to get used to it over the past few weeks.

He hummed. 'Mhm, really got me goin' for a sec.'

My face scrunched up in disgust. 'Fucking cowboys.' I spat, renouncing the idea loudly. But, quietly, inside my mind, the thought had my core purring unwillingly.

'I shot right, just like you asked.' He shrugged, stalking closer, the drawl in his voice washing through the barren and now battered bar.

'The hell you did!' I hissed. He stopped at my feet, looming over me with his tall frame, frayed coat swaying around his chins, and that stupid cowboy hat covering half his face just like always. We'd been forced travelling companions for a while now, and I could say a lot of nasty things about him, but it was hard to deny- he was a real fucking apocalypse cowboy. Pretty cool if you cut his personality out of the picture.

'I said my right, what the fuck else do you think I ment with "my"?' I kick the lifeless body with my boot, emphasising my point.

'Well. . .' He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. '. . .my, right.' He smirked.

I shook my head, shooting him daggers. 'Not even you are moronic enough to get that wrong, ghoul.'

'Well, you're right.' He admitted, shocking me for a second. But then, the problem I've always had with him, inescapable and always the same–he never shut his damn mouth. 'You need to work om your phrasin', honey.'

I shut my eyes, screwing them together so tight I began wishing I could disintegrate from annoyance and seep through the cracks between the weathered floorboards like a corn of sand. But no, I was stuck with him, and had to lay there listening to his idiocy. 'How–?' I sighed a heavy, exasperated sigh. '–is it possible for a man to be so full of himself, yet- never talk about himself?'

'Tricks of the trade, sweetheart.' He winked, clicking his tongue while those forsaken eyes roamed my body like a predator sizing up it's prey, and extended a hand toward me as if it were no big deal.

Exhausted as I was, accepting his help seemed sorely tempting to my tired body. After a moments hesitation, I decided–once, wouldn't harm my morals. So, I grabbed his hand with reluctance and let him pull me to my feet. 'I could've died, I hope you realise.'

'Yes. . . But you didn't.' His lips pulling into a grin. 'I wouldn't let that happen'.'

'You're a real bastard, y'know that?' the words left my lips with an unintentional drawl, damn that man.

The ghoul cocked an inexistent eyebrow. 'If I didnt know any better, I'd say im rubbin' of on you, honey.'

Another scoff from me. 'The only thing you're rubbing–is me the wrong way.' I spat, this time making a point of speaking as plainly as possible.

His eyes lit up suspiciously, filling with mischief as his widening smile creased them. 'Well, tell me how you like it then and I'll do it the right way.' He smirked, his voice gravely as it scraped along my spine with a shiver. He always did this, He'd call me nicknames, flirt with me. All cause he knew I hated it. But now he's just bordering on harassment. It did however, not, stop the heat from rising to my cheeks, or for a blush to seep through my skin. He'd staggered me, I truly didn't know how to react. What happened next was purely instinctively driven–

The palm of my hand made contact with his cheek, a crisp slap sounding out through the room. I even confused myself for a moment, almost as I was the one who'd been hit. But I would've been furious, how he reacted, well. . .

'There you are. . .' He purred, his tone lethal. '. . .my little killer.' A grin spreading across his face as he took a step closer.

He was pure poison, somehow both hot and cold as he ran through my veins. 'I ain't yours.' He wss the only person- ghoul, who could get on every nerve I possessed, lighting it ablaze with frustration.

'No. . .? You ain't?' He chuckled, 'You're sure startin' to sound like it, sweetheart. I see the way you look at me, the way you blush when I call you pretty little names.' He nodded toward my eyes, his hat tipping with the movement as he took another step, gaining on the precious distance between us. I feared he was right, too, my cheeks burned in a way I'd never noticed before. Had I always reacted like this? Before I knew it–I'd flung my palm for his face a once again-

Only this time, he caught my wrist. 'Tsk tsk tsk, you can do better than that, killer.' He let go off me, forcefully shoving my arm back to my side with a scoff.

But now, I'm the one stepping closer, pushing him away by the chest simultaneously. 'I hate you.' I spit, taking another step and push again, but this time he doesn't budge, and I was left standing mere inches away from him, my hands pressed firmly against his chest as my own heaved with frustrated breaths, strands of hair hanging over my face from the ordeal.

'Good. . .' He whispered, brushing wild strands of hair from my face. '. . .Now, show me how much you hate me.'

I could've slapped him again, pushed him again, done anything else than what I actually did. But my body acted on instinct, again-

I crashed into him, my hands grabbing his face as our lips met in a battle for control. He released a breathy moan, his trigger ready hands finding my waist impossibly quick to pull me flush against him, our bodies clashing together in a thud. He hummed. 'That's right, killer. Show me.' He whispered in the air-swallowing gasps between our kisses.

I put pressure behind my hands, walking him backward while my fingers found the buttons of his vest. Undoing them along with the shirt, then slid his coat and vest down his shoulders in one go, right before his back collided with the bar top. My hands found themselves making their beneath his shirt, feeling the dents of his scarred chest as I sucked his lip between my teeth, and bit down. A sharp hiss escaped him, quickly being replaced by a wide grin. 'Naughty girl.' He breathed.

Smiling, I pushed myself off of him. 'You bring it out of me.' I panted, pulling my shirt over my head and unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He leaned back against the bar, bracing himself on his elbows as his eyes roamed over my bare chest and flushed face. 'Those are the prettiest fuckin' tit's I've ever seen. . .' He spoke in a low voice, too filled with lust to allow him anything else. 'Now, would you mind.' His hand gestured below my waist, his index finger sliding through the air as he traced the buttons of my pants from a distance.

And an idea struck me, suddenly feeling like I wanted to indulge myself in a little torture. Turning around, I did as he told me and began unbuttoning them, slowly. Terribly, terribly slowly. Sliding them over my hips and down my thighs, bucking my knees and bending over slightly as I pulled my panties down along with them. Just as I stepped out if them and looked over my shoulder to give him a coy little look, perhaps revel in the feeling of his pained expression–I was in for a surprise.

Turning my head over my shoulder, I came fave to face with him, but he wasn't just standing there- no. He collided with my back, his arms already wrapped around ny front to catch me. His shirt bow nowhere to be seen. 'Enough.' He growled, one strong arm wrapping around my breasts as the other wrapped around my waist. He raised me off the floor, held tightly against his chest. I squeeked, giggling as I pulled my legs up. Completley overcome with the anticipation of what was about to befall me–then I all of a sudden found myself pushed over the bar top, chest against the smooth luke warm surface. The quality off it telling me it hadn't been bought when fitted into this weathered building.

Then, the clanging of metal, leather groaning, friction, and his belt hit the floor. Gruff hands ran over the swell of my ass and down the arch of my back, taking his time to feel all of me. 'Been thinkin' 'bout this, how you'd feel falling apart beneath me, on top of me–' he leaned over me, hand wrapping around my neck as he pulled me flush against him only to whisper in my ear. '–around me. . .' He breathed, dragging the words out. '. . . All wet 'n messy with my cum fillin' you up.'

A moan left my lips. 'Show me.' Was all I could get out, a silent pleading to make all those thoughts a reality–and so he did.

Before I knew it, a hand had disappeared to line himself up with my entrance, pushing inside me without as much as a warning.

'Fuck!' I cried out, my voice breaking as my breath left me. It felt never ending, he was huge. But oh, he felt so good.

He groaned, finally stopping as he'd sunken all the way into my core. 'So wet for me already.' His hand slid over my back and shoulder, molding itself to my throat as the other grabbed my hip. Already flush with my back, he inclined his head, leaving trail of kisses along my spine and neck.

'Fuck me, please Coop-' it was the first time I'd called him by his name, and I realised it the second it left my lips.

His lips curled against my skin, a smile-

He thrusted into me, again and again. My back arching into an angled I had no idea it was capable of, helping him hit my core at every rut of his hips–not that he needed it. The 200+ years of experience really showed, and they were definitely felt.

The bar was dead silent, no noise except for our joint breaths of pleasure and the sound of slapping skin. It was lewd and brutal, and It made me absolutely delerious. His low, pained grunting in my ear did nothing to ease the matter. He'd created an aching so strong within me I wasn't sure It'd ever be able to be tamed.

'Harder, harder, please.' I stuttered, the words barely coming out between my heavy pants. Fuck, he made me feral. Without even trying, that's just what he was capable of. It annoyed me, he managed to annoy me while fucking me senseless. Oh, how I wish I could hate him, but there was no going back now.

Coop left little love bites all along my shoulder, and up the side of my throat, nipping and kissing in equal meassure as his breathing warmed my skin deliciously. Doing it all with such precision I couldnt understand, his thrust were rocking my emtire body, his chest rubbing againdt my back, yet he could be so delicate. I side ive never seen before. 'Little killer ain't so tough no more, is she?' He whispered, placing a kiss behind my ear before biting the lobe, tugging in it gently.

'. . . Mmh- 'm not, I'm not.' I got out. I was whatever he said I was while he delivered this type of pleasure on a silver platter. I didn't care, my morals had been thrown out the window the second his lips touched mine.

'Well, look at that. Admittin' defeat already?' I could feel his stupid grin again, his pace slowing- still ruthless, but it did enough for that feeling of building pressure to wain inside me.

I shook my head, shutting my eyes hard as I tried to focus on his member moving inside me, desperate not to lose that red string that'd lead me to climax.

'Words, sweetheart. Use em'. .'

'Dont fucking care.' I cried. 'J- just- Fuck. Me. Harder.' I ground out, my teeth clenching real hard from a mix of desperation and frustration for the pressure to start rebuilding.

'That'll do.' He groaned, squeezing my throat. All the while his other hand slid down to my cunt, starting condensed circling around my clit. And just like that, he'd made me into a whimpering mess for him to steady, falling apart beneath him just like he'd thought. Then he simply took up right where he left off, without missing a beat he thrusted so ferociously I was sure I'd be bruising on every single part of my body from the vibrations that rumbled through my muscles alone.

The darkness of my lips were specking with white, a wall of pressure building brick by brick in my abdomen. 'Close, so fucking close.' I whimpered.

'Good- Good job sweetheart. Doin' so good for me.' He burried his face in my hair, nuzzling his nose into its scent, inhaling it as he too approached climax. And there it was, that sudden softness. It was almost unsteadying my senses more than his touch, more than his thrusts, but only almost. 'You sound so sweet for me, honey. Let me hear ya'. . .' He moaned, exhaling warmth against the nape of my neck.

I obliged, of course I did. 'Feels so good, Coop- so close. . .' I panted, tears burning my eyes as they began rolling down my cheeks.

He slid his hand upward, keeping it between me jaw and throat, still choking me as he angled my face over my shoulder, enabling him to kiss me properly. And I've never been more thankful because I was about to cry myself dry as the wall broke. Pleasure flooding through my body in tidal waves, my knees bucking beneath me. 'Good girl.' He praised, voice muffled against my lips. Fingers stopping to instead cup my aching cunt. 'My good fuckin' girl, my little killer.' He moaned softly, my lips vibrating from the roughness in his voice as he caught me, delivering a final few ruts of his hips before he too came. Doing just as he promised, filling me up with his cum.

He loosed his grip around my throat and slit, letting me depend on the counter for support while he held me. 'Still hate me?'

'Yes.' I didn't, but it'd be a long time before I admitted that to him.

'Good.' And then there was silence, our lungs catching up with our breaths. 'Still wanna see those pretty hips ride me.' He murmured as he hugged me from behind, his hand sliding lower, pinching my hipbone.

'Ow! Asshole.' I yelped, and he kissed my shoulder to make up for it. But the thought was alluring nonetheless. I wriggled in his embrace, looking around at the destruction we'd caused, at the- dead bodies. And a pang of guilt hit me. 'Fine, but not here.' I agreed, actually wanting nothing more than to get out of there and sit in his lap, maybe ride his thighs too.

We redress, and share a kiss before leaving. 'Can't wait to taste that cunt of yours, killer.' He murmured suddenly. Leaving me staggered once again.

Ugh, I'm done for.

[orimuraa]

ᯓ᪥ Would you kiss me? Mwah! - OT7

(synopsis) ּ ֶָ֢.kissing enhypen with lip gloss on ᰔ

ot7 enhypen x fem!reader ּ ֶָ֢. tooth rotting fluff ּ ֶָ֢. kissing, petnames ּ ֶָ֢. wc 737

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

heeseung had just been scrolling through his phone when you decided to play a little trick on him. applying your favorite lip gloss (and his favorite flavor), you casually walked up to him, trying to hide your laughter. suddenly, you leaned in, crashing you lips against heeseung's. when you pulled away, heeseung was left shocked, but soon realized what you had intended after feeling the reminiscence of the lip gloss. "i like the flavor, baby." "thanks, it's your personal favorite!" you laughed, liking the pink, glossy color now coating your boyfriend's lips.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

today, you had decided to kiss jay. not that you haven't, you have many many times, but you were gonna do this with a little fun. you smiled to your reflection, seeing the fresh and vibrant red that now decorated you lips beautifully. you were going to do a little art project. jay was just lounging on the couch when you suddenly hugged him. he was a bit suspicious of the sudden hug but nonetheless, still hugged you back. quickly pulling back, you pecked his face all over, until you were satisfied with the amount of kiss marks on his face. "i'm a very talented artist." you giggled. indeed you were.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

"jakey? can you help me test my new shades of lip tint?" you asked jake, who was sitting beside you. "sure baby, anything for my princess," he winked, making you blush. clapping your hands, you grabbed your first new shade and smoothly applied it to your lips, jake watching intently. then you turned to face your boyfriend before planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "hmm, i think i like this shade!" you smiled. and of course you needed to test all the others! let's just say that jake was a very happy and colorful test subject at the end of this,

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

"hoonie? can i test something real quick with you?" you called out to your boyfriend, holding two shades of lip gloss in your hand. "sure angel, what is it?" he smiled. instead of answering, you took out one of the shades and applied it to your lips before pressing your lips to sunghoon's cheek. "just making sure that these are still my favorite shades," you replied, already applying the next color. hey, who was sunghoon to complain? he had it all right here. kisses, you, and new decorations on his face!

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

"sun!! can you help me real quick?" you asked, sitting at your vanity with all your lip products lined up. "yeah? what's up sweets?" he answered, plopping down next to you. "i need to figure out which shades to keep or toss," you said, picking up the first shade. you smoothly applied it to your lips before applying your lips to sunoo's lips. "ooh! i still love this one!" you exclaimed, the color looking beautiful on sunoo. "glad i could be of assistance sweets," sunoo chuckled, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. oh, it was a really nice shade!

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

"jagi! guess what i got you?" jungwon smiled, holding up a tiny bag. "i got a new lip gloss for you!!" he giggled, not letting you answer. "try it on!!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down like a little kid. "thank you wonnie! give me a sec," you pulled out the beautiful shade of pink and applied it onto your lips, immediately falling in love with the gloss and it's smoothness. but you wanted to see how it looked, so, you went on your tippy toes and pecked jungwon's lips, catching him by surprise. "it's such a pretty shade! thank you so much wonnie!" you cheered, hugging him tightly. "anything to make my jagi happy."

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

"riki riki riki riki riki riki riki!!! come here!!!" you shouted, not being able to contain your excitement. you had recently bought a new shade of pink lip gloss and you wanted to try it out on your boyfriend self. "what's up little love?" he asked, walking through the door. "i got a new gloss and i wanted to try it out!" you replied, already putting it on your lips. you then stepped towards your boyfriend, going the highest you could on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to ni-ki's lips, attempting to color them as well. "pretty color! pink suits you ki!" you winked, knowing ni-ki's hatred for pink. looking in the mirror, he saw his lips slightly pink. maybe for you, he would tolerate it.

this was inspired by my new lip gloss so everyone, give the lip gloss all the credit! anyway, i hope you enjoyed it! it was so cute and fun to write! likes, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated! <33

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫��𝐬: @en-diaries

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Bike II

Chelsea Women x Child!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You're good at bike riding

"I'm so tired," Erin complains, fanning herself," God, it's hot today."

"I need a nap," Millie agrees.

"A nap and to do nothing for the rest of the day," Niamh says as she passes by, stripping off her sweaty training shirt," I'm just going to go home and melt."

"Home and an ice cream," Zećira continues, nodding and completely satisfied with her plan," I can't wait to get home."

"You'll all have to wait," Magda says decisively from the day. She'd come in earlier than everyone else, taking you into the building for a toilet and hydration break.

Most of the team had actually been quite worried about you.

This heat is sweltering and you're still tiny and excitable with energy that makes you run all over the field. It's like an accident waiting to happen.

Pernille had you stop and take long drinks from your water bottle all through practice until it ran out and she sent you off with Magda to fill it up.

You and Magda never came back though so everyone just presumed you'd already been bundled up in the car where there's air conditioning to use while you wait for Pernille to finish up and change.

"There's a surprise out the front."

"Is it an ice cream van?" Guro asks," Because that's the only thing that will make me happy right now."

"It's not an ice cream van."

"Then I'm out."

"No you're not," Magda says sternly," You're all going out the front with a smile and you're going to celebrate and clap and give compliments. Got it?"

"It's hot," Sam complains," Can't we rearrange this surprise?"

"No, Sam. We're doing it now."

"Give them a second to change, Magda," Pernille says," We're all hot. We're all irritable. Give them a sec."

Magda huffs. "Fine. I'll be out the front." She points a finger at everyone in turn. "I expect you all out there in ten minutes."

Pernille manages to shepherd everyone out in five.

"Right," Millie says, adjusting her cap so it properly shades her from the beating sun," What's-Oh."

"Look!" You say," I'm riding my bike!"

You peddle quickly around the car park, little legs pumping as you turn your handlebars so you're going around in circles.

You're doing impressively well on your bike, a very slow for an adult but fast for a little kid. It's even more impressive when the team note that you've not got any stabilisers.

A little basket that wasn't originally there when Sam bought it sits on the front and in it sits your swan and moose toy as well as a little bouquet of flowers that Pernille bought you at the market this morning.

Most of the team is speechless until Jessie starts clapping.

"Well done!" She calls out," You're doing so well!"

You beam at the praise, puffing out your chest in pride and pump your legs even faster.

Magda also puffs out her chest and Pernille has to smother her laughter.

"I taught her to ride," Magda brags," We took her stabilisers off last week. Isn't she so good?"

"The best!" Jessie agrees warmly, still clapping.

"Best ever!" Sam yells out," Look at you go!"

The team seem to have forgotten their exhaustion as you skid to a stop nearly half an hour later, everyone crowding around you as you pant from your cycling.

"Look at this!" Zećira exclaims," It's such a cool colour!"

"It's red," You tell her," Like Arsenal and Sweden's goalkeeper shirt! I love red!"

"It is!" Zećira says, nodding along," And you've got a little basket!"

"For my toys," You tell her," And my water bottle. And I've got a bell!"

You demonstrate by flicking it, letting the noise rings out through the car park.

"That's so cool!"

You grin at Zećira before looking at Jessie, suddenly shy.

"Did I do good, Jessie?"

She grins at you, ruffling your hair. "So good. I'm very impressed. I didn't know you could ride a bike!"

"Morsa taught me," You explain," And Momma did too. At the park. They say if I keep practicing and getting better and better we can all do a ride together! Do you want to go on a bike ride with me, Jessie?"

Jessie grins. "I'd love to."

[chrystal-ink]

Shadow x GN Reader

Cleansing

after a particularly rough battle Shadow helps you clean yourself and your wounds.

Content warning: Mentions of violence, blood, bruising, bathing in a non sexual manor

Shadow helped you through the door your muscles aching with each step you took. the badnicks got in a couple of lucky shots on you this time. the most important thing was that everyone was safe, and that Eggman's plans were thwarted.

He helped you onto the couch removing your shoes and socks for you before going into the kitchen. coming back with an ice pack in toe he carefully wrapped it in a kitchen towel before gently pressing it against your eye.

"Hold that there for me, I'll be back in a moment my love." he said a rare hint of worry clung to his voice.

you obeyed watching as he disappeared from the Livingroom.

You looked down at yourself, gosh you were a mess. your skin was sticky with dried sweat, dirt clung to your fur matting it in some places, small cuts were scattered about you, no doubt from a couple of near misses. you could feel bruises forming on your skin as your muscles stiffened.

you rested you eyes, listening for signs of your partner's return. You could hear the water in the bathroom running it's sound lulling you into a relaxed state. you dozed off for a few moments taking advantage of the first moment you've gotten to rest since the start of the battle.

The sound of Shadow's footsteps brought you out of your light sleep.

"Sorry, I must have nodded off for a sec there."

"That's okay, can you walk?"

your legs felt heavy as lead and were completely sore, moving them was fully possible but you hated the idea of the sharp sting that would inevitably come.

"I can, but I don't want to."

Shadow took you into his arms and carried you into the bathroom. he was extra cautious not wanting to injure you any further.

he sat you on the toilet the aroma of your lavender epsom salts wafted through the air steam filled the room as the water continued to flow into the tub. a set of fresh pajamas was folded neatly on the counter waiting for you.

he began helping you take off your shirt, you winced as he tried to pull your arms through the sleeves. pain shooting through your right shoulder. he stopped immediately.

"where does it hurt?"

"Right shoulder, I must've dinged it when I hit the wall."

Shadow sighed "Well it's a good thing I grabbed your button up then. It's going to hurt when I pull this off are you ready?"

You nodded

he gingerly guided your left arm through the rest of the shirt pulling it over your head. he slowly pulled the shirt off your right shoulder taking extra care to make it as painless as possible.

when the offending article was removed he placed a gentle kiss on your injury.

"The worst of it is done let me do the rest now."

he went to work removing the rest of your clothes as you finally got a good look at yourself. no wonder shadow was worried, twigs and leaves were scattered throughout your disheveled hair, a small scrape on your cheek, and most alarming a black eye making it's appearance known.

"Okay you're ready" Shadow said as he finished. He turned off the faucet and tested the temperature of the water, satisfied with it he turned his attention back to you. "You're going to need to step in can you manage?"

"Yah."

He helped you stand and walked you to the edge of the tub, stepping in you felt the warm water surround your leg, the temperature cutting through the soreness and beginning to relax your strained muscles. Shadow guided you down the comforting heat encapsulating you bringing some much desired relief.

Grabbing a washcloth Shadow took off his gloves and shoes joining you in the tub. he took no time at all to begin cleaning you off, picking the debris off your head and wiping the dirt off of you.

as the washcloth passed over your fur the skin beneath had shown, occasionally flashing the familiar yellow of an emerging bruise.

Shadow's face remained stoic as ever, but his eyes told a different story, anger and fear passed between them shifting each time he saw a new bruise or cut. He wouldn't look at your face knowing that the mark upon it was proof of failure in his eyes.

He didn't say anything but he didn't need to you had learned to read his signs. He was angry but not at you, he was saddened not only because you were hurt but because he was once again faced with the notion that you can be hurt, often times worse than him, that one day you might suffer an injury so bad that he can't do anything about it but sit there and watch you die. and you knew that scared him more than anything.

Something above Shadow's eye caught your attention, a small bruise, barley noticeable beneath his dark fur.

taking the washcloth from his hand you proceeded to wipe the area clean so you could get a good look at it. It wasn't often that anyone or anything for that matter could get a hit in on Shadow strong enough to leave a mark, it always worried you to your core whenever he came back with an injury, no matter how minor.

"Honey are you alright? How did this happen?"

Shadow stared at you in silence for a moment completely baffled by your question.

"You did see yourself right? Why are you worried about me? You should be worried about yourself. I am the ultimate life form I can handle a small bruise."

"That doesn't mean I shouldn't worry about you. Yes I bruise easily, a lot easier than you, but whatever hit you must have been awful if it left you with even this"

"I can't focus on this until I've taken care of you"

"Then let me focus on it, please."

"Fine" Shadow puffed "If it helps you sit still."

You smiled at him knowing it would bring him some much needed comfort, you continued to clean him off as he got to work on your hair, he had memorized your hair care routine pretty early on in your relationship knowing it brought you joy whenever you got to talk about it, he asked as many questions as possible. He knew what each product was for and how and when you needed it.

You finished cleaning him off just as he was ready to rinse your hair. you giggled as he poured the water over your head feeling the warm water rush down you as you shielded your ears from the makeshift waterfall that was your designated bath cup.

Shadow felt more at ease seeing you come back to life, rising from the tub he grabbed both of you a towel, drying himself off before lifting you from the tub and doing the same being sure not to irritate your injuries.

He carefully helped you into your pajamas before cleaning and dressing your wounds. when he was satisfied with his work he carried you into the bedroom placing you beneath the covers on your bed.

"You are not to leave this bed until tomorrow do you understand me?"

You gave him a warm smile "Loud and clear Shads"

"Good now I'm grabbing some ice packs and before you ask, yes I will grab one for me too. I'm also ordering take out, do you want your usual?"

"Yes please." you beamed knowing he only chose it because it was your favorite.

the two of you spent the night cuddling in bed telling your stories from the fight, as it turned out Metal Sonic threw a tree at Shadow giving him the bruise.

Shadow gently swiped his thumb beneath your eye inspecting the bruise closer.

"Are you sure you're alright?" He asked

"Yes, Tails cleared me from any possibility of a concussion, it will clear up in a couple days. and besides you know when someone hits me I always hit back harder. Seriously you should see the other guy he's a bundle of scraps right now."

Shadow smiled at your boasting.

You pulled him into you, your forehead pressed to his, eyes closed, and noses just lightly touching.

"I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I promise." You whispered

"Good, then neither am I" He responded.

[skultyun]

Soo.. soobin admitted he likes praise more than degrading, he's crazy like actually. Can't stop thinking about overstimming him and easing him through it by showering him with praise.. am I crazy or is it just me?? 🤭🤭

cw: overstimulation, handjobs, blowjob? (Lasted for like 20 secs), tiny praise kink, sub!bfsoobin x dom!reader

"You can take one more right?" You coaxed, even though he's exhausted after the countless climaxes you've put him through this night (he just can't say no to you <3) He's shaking his head frantically, hips moving to meet your hand despite his protests. "n-no.. can't.. no more please.." he cries, but you pump his cum covered cock even faster, dragging a whine out of him. There are dried streaks of cum all over his belly, a new batch was gonna come soon if you didn't give him the break he needed. "Pleasee? Just a little more I know you can take it." You plead while your poor boyfriend struggles to even keep his sanity intact, you've been teasing him for a while even since you woke him up in the middle of the night desperate to stroke his cock (to which he complied without no clue of the things you had in mind.) "baby..!- ah- y-y'know I get really sensitive.." It's clear he's gonna break anytime sooner, and if you just kept distracted him a little longer he would have come have no other choice. You rub your thumb right over his slit, already leaking of pre-cum and his body jerks in response, you know that's his weak spot. "Ugh- love..!" He's so cute you can't even help yourself anymore, bringing your face level to his tip and the way his eyes widened in panic tells that he knows what's about to happen.

"Take it for me, please? You're a good boy I know you can do it." Wow, "good boy". That's most likely soobins magic word, cause in the blink of an eye he's immediately giving in to your request, not even caring about how drained he was anymore, your words swoon him and make him so weak he almost came. "Haahh.. oh I can't- you know what you're doing to me." Soobin huffs, he can see through your tricks but it's as if he walks into them blindly without a single care. But you don't hear a complaint, and that is considered an affirmative response. So you engulf all of him in a quick go and surround him with your warmth. That's enough to make him come undone, not even warning you before he's cumming for the sixth time that night, this time down your throat. You took him deeper inside as he came, making sure to get every drop and not let it go to waste. Soobins trembling and shaking, bathed in sweat, tears and his own cum, you pull away from him before resting on his side.

His mind is totally blank, you cup his face and kiss his the tip of his nose. "You did great love." He smiles lazily at you, basking in your praise. "I did..?" You nod in return with a satisfied smile, he's fucked out and drained but is so happy he pleased you. Burying his face his your neck as you play with his hair and shower the sweet boy with all the love he deserves <3

you may have just destroyed your boyfriend, but atleast it was fun!

(SORRY THIS WAS RUSHED..)

[thealtoduck]

Being the son of Roulette and meeting Damian Wayne…

Damian Wayne x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You’re mom is the villainess known as Roulette and she sends you to attend Gotham City High School, where you just so happen to meet the so-called ”Demon’s son”…

(A/n: I know i was supposed to work on other fics but i got distracted…)

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So how does one go all the way from Las Vegas to Gotham of all places. Well you see having a mom who runs several underground casinos with secret superhero cage fights. Can be a kinda dangerous environment for a person.

So in order to keep you safe she sent you to Gotham to attend school there. She got you a penthouse and signed you up for Gotham City High School.

Once you started attending the school, word got around that you were from an incredibly rich family, with no specifics on where the money actually came from. And since it was Gotham people knew better than to ask.

You befriended several other rich kids enrolled in Gotham City High School… or befriended was a strong word, took advantage off would fit better.

You didn’t make a real friend until Damian…

The two of you wouldn’t meet until you were paired up for an assigntment. As the teacher called out ”Damian Wayne” and ”Y/n Sinclair” as the final paring. You invited him over to your place to work the next day, he accepted and the two of went your seperate ways.

Damian had heard about you around the school, a future heir of an unknown fourtune sounded sketchy to him, so he decided to some digging that night.

Suprisingly he didn’t have to look very hard. After searching for a bit he found a file on the bat-computer for ”Veronica Sinclair” aka ”Roulette”, a woman who owned several illegal casinos all over the U.S, some which even included ”Superhero cage fights” where she kidnapped superheroes and then forced them to fight each other.

Damian grew suspicious of you, Why were you here? Was this a plot of somekind? Were you an agent for your mother? His suspicions followed him to bed and in to the next day.

Damian made sure to pack an extra set of knives along with his textbooks, just in case.

Alfred then drove him to the adress you’d given him. He stopped outside an expensive looking apartment building. Damian said a quick ”Goodbye” to Alfred and went in to the lobby. Nothing too out of the ordinary.

A man in black suit approached him and stated ”Damian Wayne, follow me. Mr Sinclair is waiting for you”. The man guided Damian in to the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. He was then led in to the hallway where a door waited.

Damian prepared himself for what waited behind, Assasins? Armed guards? Your evil mother? The possibilities were endless.

The man in the black suit unlocked the door and as he entered the inside was beyond anything Damian could’ve imagined…

It was just you… Just you…

You sitting at the dinner table with your study books and notes…

You sitting there looking cute in a Spyro the Dragon t-shirt and loosefitting sweatpants…

Damian didn’t know what he had been expecting but it wasn’t this.

You got up from your seat and went over to him. ”Hey Damian, what’s up?” you greeted cooly. Damian looked around in silence for a second and then answered dryly ”Uhm, I’m alright”. ”Cool, you wanna get to work now or…?”.

”Yeah, let’s get to work” he said awkwardly. The two of you went to the dinner table and Damian started bringing out his notebooks. ”I was just gonna make some coffee, you want some?” you offered.

”So this was his plan” Damian thought to himself. Lure him in to a false sense of security, drug his coffee and then throw him in to one of the illegal cage fights. No way he was falling for it.

”No thanks, i’m fine” Damian answered. ”Checkmate, Sinclair, I know what you’re up to” Damian thought satisfied with his detective skills. ”Okay, I’ll be back in a sec” you said walking towards the kitchen.

Damian took a look around the room, nothing seemed out of place. No loose weapons, secret plans or traces of blood. But then he found something, a giant portrait of your mother, Roulette. The painting was probably hiding some kind of secret vault or hidden elevator to a secret lair.

You came back holding a cup of coffee and a small tray of cookies putting them down on the table. You looked over at Damian seeing him observe the painting of your mother closely. ”Oh yeah, that’s my mom she comissioned a portrait of herself so i wouldn’t ”be lonely” here” you stated coming over to stand next to him.

Damian decided to test the waters of what information he could gather. ”Where is she then if you need a portrait for company?” he asked. ”Probably running one of her cansinos” you said, you weren’t fully aware of what she was doing at the moment and you had other things to worry about at the moment like chemistry and math tests.

The two of you eventually sat down and began your studies. Damian took occasional glances at you while you scribbled something down in your notes. There you sat looking all cute and evil, but Damian wasn’t fooled by your charms and he wasn’t gonna fall for them.

You were probably ready to strike at any moment when he wasn’t 100% alert. He knew your type, all pretty and sexy but as soon as he turns around he gets a knife in the back.

Damian played along as if he weren’t on to you, talking pleasantly while you worked on your assigntment together, the leauge of assassins had prepared him well for sirens like you.

Once you finished your work for the day you offered Damian to stay for dinner but he politely declined, he needed to bring his newfound information home before you tried to kill him. He texted Grayson to pick him up.

You followed Damian to the door. ”This was a lot of fun Damian, i hope we can hang out more sometime” you said happily. Damian looked for the right words ”Yeah, me too” he said.

Once he got in to Dick’s car Damian started explaining everything he had found out to his older brother, who listened sceptically. ”I don’t know Damian are you sure he is ”evil” he sounds polite enough for someone raised by Roulette” Dick stated.

”That’s what he wants me to think, Grayson, he’s like a pretty venus flytrap trying to lure you in” Damian said. ”Oh yeah and why do you keep emphasizing that he’s pretty?” Dick asked.

”I DO NOT!” Damian yelled indignantly. ”You’ve called him pretty 7 times during this ride?” Dick noted. Damian ignored him. Thought for a while and then stated ”Grayson, i have a new theory”. ”That you have a crush on him” Dick asked with a smirk.

”Of course not, no! I don’t think he knows about me as Robin yet, which means if i hang around him, i can use him to gain inside information on his mother’s crimes” Damian plotted out loud.

”Are you sure you’re not just looking for a reason to be around him more?” Dick questioned. ”I- No! Don’t say stupid things Grayson…” Damian scolded. He was gonna find out what your pretty and definetely evil self was up to, no matter the cost.

[moneypowerglorymiddleofmiami]

Reader as Persephone's only daughter? And she doesn't get into relationships bc of her mother's past as she was kidnapped by Hades?? Like History repeats itself with Luke being so obsessed with her and the reader doesn't know that she'll just end up like her mother

hello, hello! this one is definitely long overdue. i've been very busy with uni, but this ask was very intriguing!!! thank you for sending, anon ♡ (bonus scene at the end lol)

Luke Castellan wasn’t immediately taken by her the first time she set foot on Camp Half-Blood, that much was certain. She was only a topic of interest because she was Persephone’s daughter, promised yet unexpected all the same. He was far too caught up with claiming his own hoard of kleos to entertain ideas of attraction; however, she became a friend soon enough.

“What are you growing?” He asked her during a spring afternoon years ago, so insignificant that a normal person would forget it entirely.

“I don’t know yet actually.” She responded with pursed lips. Her open palms lingered just above the brown earth, colorful beads dangled from her wrists.

Luke raised an eyebrow.

At his silence, she looked up then waved a packet in front of him. She smiled. “Secret stash from Persephone.”

“Now, I’m not really the boss or anything but I think I’ve been here long enough to know the rules.” He perched his forearm against the bark of a tree, leaning his weight against it. “I don’t think that’s allowed.”

“But you wouldn’t tell on me, would you?” She batted her eyelashes sweetly, jokingly. She turned back to her lump of land. “‘Sides, they're harmless… I think.”

He remained silent and observed as a sprout quickly rose from the depths of her plot. A number of curved leaves on top leaning stems dotted the once empty ground. She rose from her knees, dusting off pellets of grass that hitched onto her clothing.

“That's it?” He asked her, sounding very unimpressed. Was this the extent of her god-gifted abilities?

She narrowed her eyes at him as she stretched. “I don’t give a show for free, Castellan.”

“What do you want in exchange, then?” He asked curiously. He wanted to see— witness what Persephone’s little seedling was capable of flowering.

She thought for a moment then shrugged her shoulders. She walked away from him with a wave. “Grow something of your own then we negotiate the terms.”

A few weeks later, he proudly paraded a plant pot all around camp in search of her. Most of the younger kids looked at him a bit judgmentally when he held it up like he was Rafiki and the little thing was his Simba.

She emerged from the greenhouse after several vexingly loud knocks. She looked down at Luke’s outstretched arms, her lips twitching in amusement at the container filled with inch-long two-leaved sprouts.

“Strawberries?” She pursed her lips. She motioned to the fields of berries sprawling to the left of them. “A bit unoriginal considering…”

“Well, you didn’t tell me I wasn’t allowed to grow strawberries.” He reasoned.

“Touché.” She ceded. She placed a hand over the pot, the sprouts growing exponentially before she took it from Luke's hands. She spent a handful of minutes transferring them into the dirt.

Luke watched silently, interested and intrigued by the alacrity with which she moved.

“Can you look away for a sec?” She spoke suddenly. She turned towards him, all seriousness. “The glaring is pressuring them. They’re a bit self-conscious.”

“Oh.” He looked away immediately, distracting himself instead with the silvers of light that shone through the canopy of branches of a tree not far from him. He listened to her hum as she worked. He couldn't help but return his gaze to her once in a while.

“Done!” She proclaimed excitedly, pulling off her gardening gloves with a satisfied look on her face.

Three strawberry bushes stood before him, taking up residence in what was an empty patch of land mere seconds ago. His lips parted slightly in surprise— it definitely wasn’t uncommon for demi-gods to inherit some of their parents’ powers, but he was startled by how quickly it manifested, especially for botanokinesis.

“Impressed enough?” She crossed her arms with a grin.

“Just the right amount.” He responded casually, returning her smile. He bent down to pick a big ripe berry from the branches.

He bit into it, the juices trickling down his chin. “Sweet.”

He offered the other half to her. She looked down at it skeptically before Luke urged her with a slight little shake from the bundle of leaves at the fruit’s head. She took it into her own hold then lifted it up to her mouth.

𓇢𓆸𓏲𓇬𑁍

In her iteration of the story, Luke wasn’t merely a stand-in for Hades. He wasn’t simply her captor— he was also her pomegranate. His smiles, his looks, his words, his lies, his charm and his wit were all the seeds she foolishly consumed over the years. She yearned desperately for the tart sweetness he offered and unknowingly caused her own captivity.

Bound, bent and broken: this was the fate of Persephone’s only child.

In the darkness of the night, with the hum of Luke’s faint snoring keeping her senses alive despite the late hour, she wondered to herself briefly: was this how her mother felt?

She paused at the thought. Surely, it was a thousand times worse for her mother— a dread and pain so unfathomable that she couldn’t even begin to imagine it. Persephone was innocent; she was tricked and taken advantage of. She, however, was complicit: ignorant at first, but willing to succumb to Luke’s pleas and promises even if she knew the horrors of what he was attempting to do.

“Can’t sleep?” He whispered suddenly, jolting her out of her reverie. His hand moved to rest against her hip, his thumb stroking comforting circles onto her skin.

“Hm,” She hummed absent-mindedly. She turned around to face him, breathing in the scent of sea and sweat that lingered on him— a glaring reminder of what he was getting himself into.

Luke caged his arms around her then pressed a kiss against her temple. "Mine."

"Yours." She responded softly.

He returned to sleep in a matter of seconds, but he held her firmly against him. She couldn’t escape even if she wanted to. She didn’t even want to, anyway.

She closed her eyes. Luke’s presence was her prison, and she was insane enough to willingly stay shackled, albeit metaphorically, regardless of how horrific that sounded.

This was her underworld— her own dauntingly lovely elysium.

BONUS scene from my first draft that i didn't continue writing:

“Well, what’s her master plan then?” She asked. “Why kidnap me?”

“You’re Persephone’s daughter.” He shrugged his shoulders, as if that was enough explanation as to why the leader of a rebellion against the gods wanted to kidnap the spawn of the Goddess of Spring— really, what did he think she was gonna do for him? Grow daffodils and tulips to distract his enemies? It didn’t seem like horticulture proved useful on the battlefield.

“I am not going to grow potatoes and peas for her little revolt, Castellan.” She scoffed.

Of course she knew why she was being held captive. Pretending to be foolish and ignorant never hurt anybody, though. Let him think she was dumbed down enough to bend to his will.

“You’re basically Hades’ daughter.” He continued, essentially bypassing her reply. It was a bit rude, honestly, but the fact that he kidnapped her showed plenty about the state of Luke’s manners.

“Careful what you say, Lukey.” She would’ve wagged her fingers if her wrists weren’t so tightly bound together. “You might just insult another one of the gods.”

Her relationship with her stepfather was… civil yet glacial at best; definitely on brand for him, actually. On her annual winter-break visits to the Underworld, he’d just ignore her for the most part (very understandable, there wasn’t much in common between an eons-old powerful god and a nineteen year old, except the angst probably, but that was a very awkward topic to breach with a father figure). Most of the time, she assumed he just tolerated her because of her mother.

“With you on board, Hades is going to think twice before attacking,” He explained further. He began to pace in front of her. “Your presence might even dissuade him from attacking at all.”

Oh. Oh.

“Sweetheart,” She called him softly with a condescending coo in her tone. “Oh, sweetie. You’re delusional.”

[cerezzzita]

Hi, i saw you have your request open so here i go, requesting some hcs for Dante, Vergil and Trish having a short sweet-toothed s/o who also loves to bake.

notes: heeey there, anon! In advance sorry for the waiting, it took long enough but at least here we are! I hope you like it, because I surely did loved writing these headcanons, and with Trish being included? Better than ever!

Enjoy the reading and thanks for requesting! <3

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante, Vergil & Trish with a short sweet-toothed S/O

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns (you/yours only), no description of reader's appearance, short!reader, use of petnames, three devils being soft af, Vergil and Trish might have been sorta ooc pardon in advance.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante

Perfect match, to be honest.

Calls you "shortcake" or "shortie" most of the time and if you're annoyed by that… he'll keep doing it, sorry. He loves you enough to annoy you as well. 

Being as sweet-toothed as he is, no wonder he'll ask you constantly to make some desserts with strawberries or red fruits in general such as raspberries or cherries. 

And please don't let Dante get one inch near the kitchen, this man will eat as many of the berries plus he's catastrophic at cooking.

At least let him add some of the ingredients and mix them together here and there, he'll be satisfied and happy enough. 

He'll eat the batter when you're not looking, by the way. 

Still on the ingredients topic, doesn't this bitch (affectionately) loves when you ask him for help to reach something you can't? He's all smugly smirks, towering you with that huge figure of his and in the best of the cases, lifting you so you can reach it by yourself. 

Dante's personal favorite dessert made by you became The Devil's Cake, but instead of being fulfilled of chocolate only, there's lots and lots of strawberry jam and fresh strawberries on top of it. 

Late night munchies are a must! You two can and will be watching whatever series or movies while cuddling and devouring almost all of a whole damn bakery because Dante has a black hole instead of a regular stomach. 

Saw a recipe for dessert pizza once, got obsessed with it, asked you to make it, you made it, he's even more in love with you. 

"Babe, you're a sweetheartie. A candy angel, I love you so much," said Dante, mouth full of sweet pizza and eyes full of tears of joy and passion. 

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil

Vergil strikes me as a cinnamon roll enjoyer. That's it, that's the post. 

But really, I don't think he has a sweet-tooth or enjoys sugary foods that much. He likes it, sure, but at moderate bits. 

Unlike Dante, he does not make fun of your height… Yet he finds it quite endearing. 

Calls you "little bird". Let me have him be affectionate and lovely for a sec, okay? 

Vergil also gets worried by the amount of sugar you consume. 

"You'll get plenty of cavities if you keep eating desserts at that level." 

He helps you with your recipes too. I'm kinda sure that Vergil knows a thing or two in the cooking field, correct me if I'm wrong (I am wrong). 

As previously said, he likes more, hm, refined flavors, such as cinnamon and vanilla and if you're baking cinnamon rolls, count him on it! 

Don't ask Vergil to chop the ingredients unless you want him to put on a show about it. 

If you like drinking tea, you better prepare a bunch of sweet treats because you're having regular, calm silent tea evenings ft. Vergil and his poetry book. 

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Trish

Oh my, what can I say about Trish?

She's not a sugary-sweet person. Instead, she's mostly on sour candies and neutral fruits field. 

With that being said, I hope you're ready to constantly bake lemon pies and banana cakes. 

Trish does not know how to cook for her dear life, she prefers watching you instead and maybe teasing you along with it.

"Trish, I could use a little hand." "Pardon me if I can't help but think you're all cute on your own, sugar."

Speaking of teasing, this devil surely knows how to make you fluster with her little comments about your height, but of course, always keeping it comfortable enough to not get you mad or sad. 

"Need some help there, honeypie?" "My, if you ever get trouble reaching that shelf, you need to wear some of my heels."

And although Trish is not your sous chef, she is certainly your personal tasting critic, which is an advantage mostly to her. 

"So, what do you think?" "Hm, I liked the caramel on top of the fruit, and it's sour just in the way I love. It's a ten out of ten, honey." 

Brought you some silly clothes like sweaters and shirts with some candy motif and oh, sure, fruity flavored lip gloss. 

Anything for her honeybun~

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[cravingpepsimax]

Porn addicts often find themselves getting into weirder and weirder fetishes. When a fetish stops satisfying, one will seek out more degenerate fetishes. It’s a horrible disgusting rabbit hole.

HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE it took me a sec but i JUST relaized what this was in reference to: here

EEEEEEEHEEHEHHEHEEEEEEE what an INSANE thing 2 send. first of all, my stances t fixation only RECENTLY sexual in nature, thank U vry much, i just rlly like the yearning AND THEN IT SPIRALED,

second of all. AAHAAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT AN INSANE THING TO SAY. the fact u think "porn addiction" is a genuine thing 2 be concerned enough is enough for me. AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA

begone puritan loserrrrrrrrrrrr bye bye

[wish-i-were-heather]

A FOOL FOR YOU PT 3⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X READER

ABOUT: 1077 words, no use of y/n (part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5)

STORY: you consult avery about what happened with grayson and then receive an... unexpected text?

WARNINGS: none!!

TAGS: @littlemissmentallyunstable @gretag13 @lanterns-and-daydreams - lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!!

A/N: sorry guys grayson doesn't make much of an appearance here it's more moving the plot forward... but i finally figured out what's gonna happen so the next one will be pretty long

“Hey Avery, can we talk for a sec?”

You stood nervously outside of her door and waited for a response.

There was the sound of shuffling from inside and then the door opened. 

She was dressed casually today, which you supposed made sense if she was helping Jameson get over his hangover. Just jeans and a sage green knit sweater. Her hair was down, falling past her shoulders. She was good at hiding it, but you could see the slight look of exhaustion in her eyes. You understood why.

Jameson in general was a lot more to handle than Grayson, let alone drunk. 

“Yeah,” Avery said. “Of course we can talk. Is everything alright?” She motioned for you to enter the room and you did, taking a seat at the end of her bed. She took a seat next to you. 

“Yeah, no, don’t worry. I’m fine. I just… wanted to talk to you about something.” It was clear that she knew this was more than a ‘girl problem.’ That’s what you, Avery, and Max called it, at least. They were never really problems that were specific to girls, but it kept Jameson and Xander especially out of your business. 

“What, don’t tell me you got stuck with a drunk Hawthorne last night too.”

“I wish I could,” you laughed. 

Avery grinned. “Wait, so what happened? Jamie didn’t tell me much. He was too out of it. Was still even this morning. Was it the four of them or…?”

“No, just him and Grayson, apparently,” you explained. “He told me they went out to drink, obviously came back drunk, and then for some reason decided it was a good idea to go for a swim as they were. Y’know, getting their clothes all wet.” “Okay, okay, that last part I knew,” Avery nodded along. “That was the one thing Jameson was able to tell me. And it was kinda obvious that he was all wet. Damn though, I can’t believe Grayson got drunk. What was that like?”

You laughed with her. Both of you knew the absurdity of the situation. 

“It was… different,” you answered truthfully. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you, actually, about Grayson.”

She leaned closer. “Oh?”

You told her everything. 

When the story was finished, including the details from what had happened earlier that morning in the kitchen, Avery was grinning wildly. 

You frowned.  “You’re laughing at me.”

“I am not laughing at you.”

“Then what’s on your face?”

“I’m smiling because what you told me was funny. Not laughing. That’s different.”

You gave her a face. 

“Okay, okay,” Avery said, wiping the smile off her face. Somewhat. “So, Grayson was basically flirting with you-”

“But I don’t think he meant it!” You interrupted quickly. 

“Why not?”

That got you to pause. 

You hadn’t asked yourself why you didn’t think he’d meant it. You just dismissed it. You didn’t know how Grayson was drunk- no one did. So you had no idea if he had a tendency to say things he didn’t mean or a tendency to say truths he normally wouldn’t. Or… something else. 

“Because he was drunk.” 

Avery wasn’t satisfied. “And?” “And when you’re drunk, you say things you don’t mean.” 

“Or you say things you do mean, but don’t want to admit to.”

What if- no. You shouldn’t think like that. Grayson was drunk and said those stupid things that he didn’t mean, those drunken lies. That’s all, nothing more. Avery was just saying that because her boyfriend was drunk about 55% of the time. Grayson wasn’t like that. 

“You’re not helping, Avery,” you told her. “I don’t want  to think he meant it.”

“Oh, but I think you do.”

You stared at her with mock offense. “Excuse me?”

“Are you kidding?” Avery asked, raising an eyebrow at you. She spoke like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “The way you were talking about what happened last night. You didn't just tell me. You, like, told me.”

“You make no sense.”

“And you’re in denial. Grayson said, while he was sober this morning, that he still wanted you.”

A small part of you knew she was right, maybe you should just admit that Grayson maybe did mean some of what he said. And even if you weren’t ready to admit it yourself, you secretly hoped he did mean it. But another part of you wanted to prove Avery wrong. And that part prevailed. 

“He was still hungover when he said that. He didn’t mean it.”

“Right, right. Grayson doesn’t want you and I didn’t inherit 46.2 billion dollars.” She rolled her eyes, and you couldn’t quite tell if it was playful or if she was genuinely annoyed. But then she smiled, and your unease dissipated. 

“You’re impossible,” she teased, nudging you gently. “Keep living in whatever delusion you want, I know Grayson’s in love with you.”

You audibly gasped. “Avery-!”

“Shh, the guy talk is over. C’mon, let me show you the stupidest article I read about myself online.”

~~

Days passed. Days.

And you still hadn’t spoken to Grayson.

Well, technically you had. If you saw each other in the hall, you’d exchange hellos. If you saw him in the kitchen during breakfast, which you learned always included cherries for some reason, you would have idle conversation about your mornings. But a real conversation discussing what happened when he was drunk and hungover? 

Never. 

It wasn’t that you were trying to avoid him, not intentionally at least. The two of you simply didn’t bring it up. You didn’t want to make things awkward between you- or any more awkward than it had already become. There was always that elephant in the room that neither of you wanted to bring up. The way his eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer, yet you could barely manage to meet his. 

And things stayed that way for almost a week. 

Until you received a text from him.

You had Grayson’s contact saved, of course, but you two never really texted. There was just… never a need to. So you were rightfully surprised when you received a notification from his number.

911

You stared down at it. You knew Grayson and his brothers had some sort of code for that, but you didn’t think that he’d send it to you.

What?

You know what it means Come to the pool

Then another message you didn’t expect.

Please

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[thethirdtriplet]

Title: Mentor Tim

So we all know how similar Tim is to Bruce, I feel like as Tim gets older he promises himself not to become like him, in regards to his closed off-ness and anti-social behavior, gets therapy (boy was that something else), matures as a person and learns to take care of himself properly (not everyone has an Alfred lying around y’know).

So older Tim, who does not want to be Batman (who does at this point?), and considers Red Tornado (Aka; the only adult who really cared) his idol, makes an intellectual decision.

To mentor 10+ young vigilantes, that are basically neglected or ignored by their mentors, that he met once on a mission, apparently they’re the new Young Justice members (why do all the unwanted ones end up there, seriously, has everyone learned nothing??).

It’s not that he planned to mentor the young superheroes, but he couldn’t really ignore them when they took to him like little ducklings to water all because he was nice to them.

The were very undertrained and uncoordinated, and in desperate need of guidance, and Tim who has caused or been apart of some of the craziest shit known to man has a lot of knowledge to spare:

Tim: Leo, for the love of god. Put. That. Down. Number one rule of dealing with magical artifacts or magic in general is don’t touch it and run, don’t walk away if it starts to glow.

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Tim: Keith, seriously dude, if you need any new equipment, swords, knives, anything at all, just tell me. Y’know what I can set it up with one phone call, hold on.

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Tim: Peter, if that jerk at school talks to you like that again I give you my permission to beat his ass, I don’t care what your school or “mentor” have to say, they clearly know nothing about teenagers.

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Tim: Of course you can skip training next week for your recital Sofia, and actually, I cancelled training for everyone when they told me they all wanted to go to support you, thanks for inviting me by the way, I can’t wait.

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Tim: Oh, you’ve had an argument with your parent, Nick? Hold on just a sec.

Tim: Yeah, I just freed my schedule so we could have the whole day to ourselves, I remember those movies you told me you wanted to marathon, let’s go watch them in the big screen room, bundle ourselves in the softest blankets and eat a sh- heck ton of ice cream, while we talk about it, if you feel like it, of course.

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Tim: I noticed how much extensive energy you have even after a full training session, Mateo, so I thought you and I could stay and spar, even after everyone’s done. I’ve brought new training equipment for you to try and researched a few new techniques that correlate with your abilities.

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Tim: Don’t worry about not being able to speak, Amara, I know plenty of sign, in many languages, in fact.

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Tim: *on a phone call*

Tim: What do you mean you’re in a burning building?

Tim: What do you mean you set it on fire?!

Tim: Send me your location, Amber, I’ll be there in ten, no- five.

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And that’s how the hero community noticed how the newly proclaimed Young Justice mentor Red Robin nowadays often had one, if not all, of his ducklings kids students standing proudly next to him.

Bonus:

Tim: Red, I am so sorry for all the years you had to put up with my bullshit.

Tim: I’m basically the only adult- no, person, who cares about them!

Tim: I don’t know how they’ve been alive for so long!

Red Tornado: You are forgiven, Tim, although I must admit, it is quite satisfying that you know of my pain.

Tim, with haunted eyes: You have no idea.

Part 2??

[herstoryheaven]

Pablo Gavira x Reader: The Unexpected Date

Prompt: Pablo Gavira challenged you to a date if he scored, leaving you intrigued and ready to see if he could impress you or if you'd turn the tables on him.

Reader: Gender Neutral

Word count: 469

Average reading time: 1 min 45 sec

Category: Fluff

Warning: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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In the stillness of the late-night football field, Pablo Gavira strode up with a confident grin, his eyes sparkling with playful challenge.

“If I manage to score,” he began, his voice brimming with self-assurance, “will you consider going on a date with me?”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Pablo, you’re one of Barcelona’s star players. I’ve never seen you miss a shot.”

He chuckled, the sound smooth and assured. “Well, tonight might be the night that will become usefull. Let’s see if I can impress you.”

You crossed your arms and watched as he positioned the ball with practiced ease. “I’m curious,” you said, trying to hide your amusement. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Pablo’s confidence didn’t waver as he took his stance. With a smooth approach, he sent the ball soaring towards the goal. Time seemed to stretch as the ball sailed through the air.

But instead of finding the back of the net, the ball veered wide, thudding harmlessly against the side of the goalpost.

“I missed,” he said with a laugh, his smile slightly sheepish but still confident.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, walking over to him and giving his shoulder a friendly pat. “I saw that, Pablo.”

“So, no date then?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, a playful blush on his cheeks.

You grinned, taking the ball from his hands. “How about this: if I score, I’ll be the one taking you out.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely,” you said, dribbling the ball and feeling its weight. You could see his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

You squared up to the goal, focusing solely on the net. With a smooth, practiced motion, you released the ball. It arced perfectly, sailing past the goalkeeper and into the net with a satisfying swish.

Pablo’s jaw dropped, and he stared at you, his smile turning into one of genuine admiration. “You did it!”

“Looks like you’ve got a date,” you said, a triumphant grin spreading across your face.

He laughed, his eyes sparkling with excitement and a hint of disbelief. “I can’t believe it. You’re incredible.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, feeling warmth rise in your cheeks.

“So, where are you taking me?” he asked, curiosity replacing his earlier nervousness.

“That’s a surprise,” you said with a playful wink. “But I promise it’ll be worth it.”

As you both walked off the field, the night air was filled with a palpable excitement. Walking side by side, your hands occasionally brushing, you felt a sense of anticipation for what lay ahead. This felt like the start of something special, and as you glanced at Pablo’s radiant smile, you knew this was only the beginning of an adventure that promised to be as thrilling as it was enchanting.

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[ya-zz]

I present to you an idea:

Reader is pregnant when she met Ramattra. Their relationship develops quickly, and reader allows ram hold her new born. I wonder what kind of thoughts would he have then.

Or later on, child calls ram dada and he is so shocked he shuts down for a sec lmao

I just carve some fluff after I saw those posts about ram and children owo

Turned this one into a lil fic~

Ramattra x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1772

Three months into your pregnancy you parted ways with your partner. From finding out he was sexting multiple other women to actually sleeping with them, you finally had enough. You threw him out, bags and all. Despite the growing bump, you still had enough fight in you to kick the bastard where it counted before slamming the door shut in his face. 

You had no time to be focussing on finding a new partner, whatever happens, happens. Just focus on working the final few months before you had to leave and steady your life after the scars the ungrateful bastard had left you. You had more concerning things to worry about and the health of your unborn baby was one of them.

–

Coming home from work late one evening meant you had to walk the rest of the way home. A strenuous half hour, which in hindsight, wouldn’t have been that bad, but nearing labour, it was anything but easy. Eight months ago this would’ve taken you less time than waiting for a train, but the growing stress on your body was making everything ten times more difficult. All you could do was hope that you could walk home in one piece. 

And if matters couldn’t get anymore dire, it started to rain. You sought shelter under a store front, the lights inside behind you were still on, so they were still open. Leaning back against the window, you breathe heavily as a hand rubs over the swollen stomach. Everything hurts and your back was close to giving out from the stress it was under carrying such a heavy weight. 

You were too focussed on relieving the pain in your back that you didn’t hear the store doors open and someone approaching you. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, voice robotic and low. There was a hint of concern in his voice as his head tilts to the side. When he sees you jump a little, clearly startled by his presence, he holds both hands up defensively. “I am sorry for startling you.” 

“Oh! No, no. You’re okay.” Despite the pain you were feeling, you smile through it. Looking up at him, the omnic looks a little threatening, but the cocking of his head calms those nerves slightly. 

“You are not, it seems?” He approaches cautiously. His optics scan you, seeing the pain within your body. He peers down towards your stomach. 

You follow his gaze before letting out an amused chuckle. “Eight months.”

“I see.” It seems like he wants to ask something else.

The silence grows a little awkward. 

“Ramattra.” He finally speaks. “The name is Ramattra.” 

You find the awkwardness in his tone amusing as you smile up at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Ramattra.” Your hand rolls over your stomach, soothing the pain from the kicking inside. “I’m [y/n].” 

Ramattra nods his head, repeating your name. The way it sounds coming from his vocaliser soothes you, a warm feeling settling in your chest. 

The rain doesn’t seem to let up as the pair of you stay under the shelter. Ramattra looks up at the night sky, holding his hand out to the rain, watching it as it pitter patters against the rubber pads. As he pulls his hand back, he notices the shiver taking over your body. 

The omnic hesitates before removing his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. When he’s met with a satisfied sigh and a thank you coming from your lips, he nods his head. “Of course.” He simply replies. 

You had that intuition, a familiar feeling when you knew someone was friendly; he was good. 

It took a little of internal encouragement, but you bit back and spoke aloud. “Could I trouble you to walk with me? They say to not let a pregnant lady be alone.”

Ramattra glances over at you and nods his head. “I will keep you safe, do not fret.”

Your cheeks warm up as you smile subtly at him before gesturing him to walk by your side. He does so without thinking twice and the both of you walk back to your apartment. 

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The final month of your pregnancy was anything but pain free, but with Ramattra by your side throughout it all, he made things a hell of a lot easier for you. 

He would help you out even when you didn’t ask for it. The omnic would stop by each day that he could, lending a helpful hand wherever possible. Cleaning the apartment, picking up the laundry and making sure everything was washed and dried for you. He even offered to go shopping for you so you didn’t have to walk that distance to and from. 

You appreciated everything that he did for you. That feeling you had last month was right. Ramattra was good. 

Whether it was out of pity or just something within his programming, Ramattra couldn’t stop himself. He had this need to help you. He wanted to help you, not because you were helpless, not because you couldn’t fight back, but because he felt something for you. 

Love wasn’t exactly hardwired into his systems, it was a new feeling for him and for possibly every omnic he had ever met. Love was… unique. 

He didn’t mind doing all these mundane, human tasks in the slightest. It helped him just as much as it helped you. Ramattra wanted to be there with you no matter how difficult it got. So, when you woke up from a nap in excruciating pain, calling out to the omnic to help you stand, he drops what he was doing and rushes over. 

Upon standing, a rush of fluids roll down your legs. You stare up at him with slight embarrassment and then shock, hands gripping onto his metal forearms for balance. 

“We need to get to the hospital. Now.” 

His optics lock with your eyes before he nods. He grabs the bag that you had set aside for this specific time before coming back over. His hand holds yours as the other is placed on your lower back. Ramattra is quick to usher you out of the apartment and call a taxi. 

He talks you through everything. “Breathe, hold my hand.” It’s all new to him and it’s terrifying. He wasn’t exactly prepared for this, he has no idea what he was doing but hopes that his words will help you. 

From there on, it was nothing but reassuring gestures. His systems were warm, something new flitting through his wires. His hand never once left yours, gently squeezing against your harsher ones. 

The omnics other hand would wipe away the sweat from your forehead, wanting to soothe what discomfort he could despite the pain you were in. He was gentle with you, always had been and that settled any and all doubts. 

Ramattra stood with you through it all. It was a painful and intense few hours of labour but when you finally held your little boy that was bundled up in a blanket, everything finally slotted into place. 

“He has his mothers eyes.” He says softly, hand stroking the back of your head. 

You smile up at him, face flushed as you grab his other hand, placing it over the bundle in your arms. “Thank you. For everything.” 

He shakes his head but he feels warm inside. “I told you. I would keep you safe.” 

Your chest shakes as you laugh. “For two months? You’re the kindest omnic I have met… You have helped me so much. I owe you-”

“You owe me nothing.” He states, thumb rubbing the back of your head. “It was the least I could do.” 

Ramattra watches you, the way your cradling your newborn, the soft look on your face and the subtle tears in your eyes. That feeling he felt? The warmth inside of him, he realises what it was. Love. Adoration. 

Ramattra adores you. 

He’s soon snapped out of those thoughts when you offer for him to hold your baby. He doesn't process it at first but the moment this child is within his arms, he feels his heart ache. His systems work overtime to keep him from overheating, to keep everything in check as he looks back at you. 

“He needs a father. Someone like you.” You sheepishly say. “I know this entire relationship has been quick and I understand if you’re not ready for such a big commitment-”

“I want to do this.” His vocaliser lowers. “Let me protect you both.”

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BONUS:

It had been eleven months since you brought a new life into this world and Ramattra had never been happier. He was there every single step of the way, from making sure you had ample sleep which meant he would be there during the night to feed your boy, to making sure you were eating your meals. 

It was hard, but Ramattra wouldn’t have it any other way. He made a promise when he first met you and that was to protect you. He wanted you to be happy, to be healthy. He needed you just as much as you needed him. 

One day, whilst you were on the sofa several pages deep into a new book, Ramattra cradled the kid in his arms, trying to calm him down before his much needed sleep. 

Little hands grabbed at his cables, saliva dripping down onto the metal frame of his collar as the baby suckled on a cable before releasing them with an audible pop. It brought a small laugh from you as you return to your book. 

The silence was comforting before it was broken. 

“Da-da.” 

Your ears perk up, eyes losing the page as you stare up at your child with a shocked face. Ramattra, on the other hand, moves the child away from him, systems coming to a halt before resetting. 

“Did- did he just call me dad?” Ramattra stutters. 

“Da-da.” The playful smile on the child’s face was all the omnic needed before bringing the child back to his chest. 

You smile up at him, moving closer to sit next to him as you brush the hair out of your child's eyes. “Seems like he’s taken a liking to you.”

Ramattra looks at you as his hand rubs up and down the kids back before holding him into place. The child finally relaxes against the metal chassis as Ramattra moves his other hand to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. 

He had never dreamt that his life would come to this. A partner and a father. He chuckles lightly at the thought. Perhaps humans aren’t all that bad.

[sandyca5tle]

Mimic Meets Slime

I sipped my drink carefully, the hot chocolate within slightly altering the colouring of the slime it passed through as my body took it in, before my gel absorbed it, returning to its natural amber colour. I let my body relax, careful to not let myself pool too much, but glad for the warmth this cafe and drink provided, given the cold outside. I didn’t come to cafe’s often, but I needed something to warm myself up, stave off any ill effects of the chill weather the city was having. 

By sheer coincidence, I had ended up in a somewhat familiar cafe, in fact it happened to be the cafe where I had met another slime who was also starting her transition once upon a time….argh what was her name Dae? Maymay? May-

“Coffee for Mayday!” I heard the staff at the counter call out.

Mayday! That was it - wait, they’d called out that name? Was she here? I looked up and over at the counter, seeing who went to pick it up. It didn’t take long for my view of the cashier to be blocked by a sky blue, and kind of gooey looking, creature collecting her order from the counter.

Excited to reconnect with her, I stretched up and over the table, splashing down on the other side, my clothes quickly being rearranged back into position as I reformed back into a humanoid shape - with the usual inhuman accouterments - rushing over to the other slime

“Mayday?” I asked, suddenly worried I might have mistaken her for someone else… although ‘Mayday’ wasn’t exactly a common name

The blue bubble creature let out a sharp eep as her name was called an unexpected second time. Several bubbles of her hair seemed to glint, as the outside light almost made them look like blinking eyes. She turned around and started shaking severely at the slime in front of her. “Um, hi!” she squeaked.

“That is you right Mayday?” I asked her, squinting slightly at the entity before me “You’ve, well, uh, changed a lot since we last talked, so it’s kind of hard to work out from a glance - although I suppose the same is true of me,” I explained, gesturing briefly to my own appearance

She nervously shuffled her feet, staring at me like a child being scolded by a parent. She eventually looks up to take a sip of her coffee. Accidentally locking eyes with me. Her voice scratches out the words. “Wait. Oh! Oh wow I haven’t seen you in forever! Look at you now. A full on slime, with such a unique build too. How’ve you been?”

I beamed up at her, holding up a hand to show off the changes, as if my gooey body didn’t already showcase it enough “I’ve been goo-d! Bit slimier than the last time we met though,” I continued to grin “How about yourself?”

“We're look good. I mean you doing well. I mean… I'm good.” Slowly, she catches up to the rhythm of the conversation. “I'm sure it's a bit of a surprise to see us looking like this now. The actual medication has been fine, but it's certainly been a journey.”

“Given my own transition I’m sure I know some of what you’ve been through,” I told her with a sympathetic nod “Wanna catch up and talk about it all?” I offered “Don’t know if you’ve really met any other slimes, if not, might be nice to talk to someone who’s been through a similar process,”

She stumbles a bit. Seemingly scared by my suggestion. She takes her time tumbling the thought back and forth in her brain. “Ok. It would be nice to talk about it. We can walk and talk. I know a good park nearby.”

“Walk and talk, ah, okay, one sec then,” I hurriedly rushed back over to my table, my abandoned drink still there, and shaped my arm into a tendril the rough size of the cup before plunging the appendage in quickly absorbing the contents. A satisfied ripple coursed over my body as I took a moment to enjoy the drink, before bouncing back over to Mayday “Ok, good to go when you are!” I said, gesturing to the door.

Mayday smiles as I drink my cup. She seemed to find it charming. She held up her own cup and inspected it for a second before her hand wrenched open and swallowed the entire thing whole, paper and plastic included. I saw small bits of sharp teeth swim from the outside of her body into the hand that continued munching on her quote on quote, food. She let out an innocent smile before leading the way outside, politely holding the door open for me.

I watch the display, initially with a bit of surprise, but that is quickly replaced with an impressed smile, which remains as I leave the cafe, waiting a moment for Mayday to catch up “Well, first things first - teeth? Didn’t think slimes really did those, not that I’d be against having some like that,” I nodded towards the hand that had just devoured the cup “But-” I shaped something teeth-like in my mouth and ‘gnashed’ them a little, the slime just kind of squishing against itself- “I don’t really have bones, or anything hard enough to really work for them, especially recently. So how come you’ve got ‘em?”

“I had a feeling you didn't know, I'm not actually a slime.” She sped up to gain a bit of distance and twirled in front of  me. “The treatment I received ended up being the wrong medication. I'm a mimic now, I just prefer to appear as the soap slime I wanted to be… And before you worry! It's technically not Erian’s fault. Well I mean, he was pretty negligent, but also he didn't know it would happen. It's sort of like being a shapeshifter, but it feels a bit more, crude? Rough? Something like that. Toothy. We'll go with toothy.”

I scanned my eyes over her as she twirled, her form looking no less slime-y even knowing she was apparently a mimic “A mimic huh? Well, definitely mimicking a slime super well, couldn’t even tell you weren’t, even knowing,” I said, hoping that that would be a compliment “Your doctor was negligent though!? I mean, I’m guessing it’s fine given how you are about it, but still, that doesn’t sound fun, were you able to do anything about it?” I asked

She let out a soft yet strained chuckle. “Define anything? I guess I became his assistant. But directly payback like suing him? No. I've had enough legal cases for the rest of my life. But overall it's been nice. Being a mimic has actually been perfect for me. I don't think I would have been all that happy as just a slime, y'know?”

“Yeah, that’s fair, I’ve never even done one legal case and I’m fine with never doing any if I can help it,” I sympathized. I had more questions, but given what and how she’d said it, I figured she didn’t want this to be all about that “Glad to hear mimic worked out for you though, woulda sucked to have ended up as something you didn’t want to be after everything,” I remarked “And I’ll try not to be offended by the ‘just a slime’ comment,” I added, playfully feigning offense, a hand to my chest

“Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to make it sound bad!... But are you going to stay a slime? Slimes are generally used as the starting point for another species. Do you plan on becoming anything else” She walked backwards, staring at me, eyes leveled with mine. She seems genuinely curious with a question she doesn't have an answer to.

“Well, I mean, I do kinda wanna stay as ‘just a slime’, or at least, I have no plans to abandon being gooey, but I have started taking shapeshifter meds, since that was the whole reason I started this journey, the slime was merely a stepping stone I fell in love with,” I replied, holding up a hand which quickly changed into a mallet “Been practicing this the whole time I’ve been transitioning in anticipation - actually has gotten easier to do over the past couple of months too, at least the taking shape has,” I paused for a moment, looking at Mayday as we walked “Actually, do you have any tips - I mean a mimic is a kind of shapeshifter, and I’m guessing you’re more experienced at certain things than I can be as a slime, like textures and materials?” I asked, excitement rising in my eyes.

“I'm still learning, there's a lot I don't know about mimics. Textures and materials are sort of possible. It's more like making a shell or a carapace, and coloring is a matter of trapping light to get the color you want. So I'm not actually blue right now. I'm just letting blue light bounce off of me. Same thing as most blue birds. There's a certain bit of knowledge you need. Just the general idea of how something works, then instinct fills in the gaps until you get what you want.” 

I listened carefully to what  Mayday was saying, my brain whirring as she spoke “Oh that’s interesting, didn’t know it worked like that!” I said once she had finished speaking “Interesting that you kind of describe textures and materials as a shell/carapace thing, that’s super intriguing, although I will confess I kinda hope it doesn’t work like that for me, unless I want it too,” I paused thinking “The colour/light thing is interesting though, guess I’d never thought so much about it but that makes sense, although not sure I know how to just ‘reflect blue light’.... Something to work on I suppose, and hopefully those instincts you mentioned will come along too, already noticed something in that kind of area,” I finished, suddenly realising I had been rambling a little

I also noticed that Mayday was considering my mallet hand, before she proceeded to do her best to copy it. It came out a bit off. “It's surprisingly hard to shapeshift only a part of myself. Mimics seem to prefer a whole body transformation, otherwise it gets too obvious to onlookers.” She explained

I took a moment to eye Mayday’s comparatively crude mallet-hand, trying not to frown a little “Makes sense that mimics would prioritize an accurate disguise over… well a hammer hand,” I concurred

The mimic retracted the arm back to her default shape. “I’m sure you’ll get there. I wouldn’t recommend being a mimic though. It’s a very difficult road. I didn’t even go down a crossroads for it either. I think this will mark my 24th month. What about you? How long have you been on slime hrt?”

“I didn’t have any plans to be a mimic, kinda want a little, uh, more than that,” I said, semi-grimacing “No offence.” I paused for a moment thinking about her other question “Uhhhh, 27 months ish Slime, 2 Shapeshifter,” I told her “Last few months have been very fun, actually getting to be a full slime has been… amazing,”

She wraps her arms around herself. Slowing down to trail behind me. “Sometimes I miss it. Being a slime. It was pretty brief. But it was nice. There's definitely still a part in here somewhere that would prefer to be a slime over a mimic. It's why I keep my appearance up. I think I'm a little jealous.”

I noticed her trailing and turned around to face her, subtly making an extra eye or two to keep track of where I was going “This may be entirely wrong, or insensitive, but is being a mimic really that different - I know you’re choosing to look like a slime at the moment, but I can’t imagine it’s much different?” I asked

“It's…” she pauses, her face suddenly caught in a stream of thoughts. After a while she spoke again. “I guess it's pretty similar. Yeah. It's really not that different. Anyway let's talk about something else.”

I frowned, Mayday’s reaction had been anything but ok…. But I hardly wanted to press a topic that was clearly sensitive for her “Sure… uhhh you mentioned instincts? Anything cool there?” I tried, not sure if that would still be too close to whatever she clearly didn’t want to talk about “I’ve noticed a couple myself, but I’d be intrigued to know what kinda instincts a mimic has?”

“Bitey for a start.” Mayday gave a nervous laugh. “I don’t like breaking my form at all, and crowds freak me out a lot. Really being a mimic just makes you a giant introvert.“

I let out an involuntary chuckle “That’s one way of putting it,” I replied “I have to say, the idea of like, sticking to one form just feels unpleasant to me - like it get it’s a part of the whole disguising thing, and so breaking it’d be bad, but,” as I spoke the slime on my arms rippled a little “makes me antsy thinking about it, heh. Wonder if that’s a me thing, or an early shapeshifter thing?” I pondered aloud

Mayday smirked, unable to help but find those sorts of questions calming. “It’s good to know I’m not the only one constantly wondering those kinds of things. Maybe we could talk about it? Personally I think that shapeshifters might have the instinct to change into what’s the most helpful at the time. How that affects a slime or human mind is something we have very little data on. We could spend some time speculating on this more and… Heh, sorry, didn’t mean to start rambling on like that.”

“Oh no, no, I like that thought - I’d kinda hope it isn’t super environmentally driven, I mean, of course I’d choose something beneficial for whatever I’m doing, but I don’t really want it to be ‘forced’ as it were. I just wanna be whatever I wanna be,” I responded “I suspect there definitely will be some kind of instinct like that - self preservation will probably entangle with my body’s new ability, so I suspect in life or death, or just dangerous situations I’ll end up sort of reflexively shapeshifting to stay alive, but hopefully outside of that there’ll be no instinctive coercion,” My hand idly shifted from a hand to a ball and back again as I talked “As for how the medication will affect my mind going forward… I guess I also hope not too much, crossroads stuff still kinda scares me, but at the same time, unlike slime, I do want to be fully shapeshifter - I am a shapeshifter, body just missed the memo and is catching up.” I paused for a moment, my face scrunching in thought “Actually I don’t know if I’ll have a crossroads with this new stuff, since it’s an additional… will have to note that down to ask the doctors when I get a chance,”

“I can always check the records we have to see if we have any data on shapeshifters. It definitely won’t be one to one, but it could help you prepare.” The mimic offered

My eyes widened a little. “Oh, uh, that would be lovely! I’d love that!” I told her excitedly “There’s only so much info I’ve been able to find, so if you could pass on anything else, it’d be nice to be prepared - I’d rather not lose any more bones from surprise jelly legs…. well, not that that particular incident can happen again, but, well, you get my point,” I said with a chuckle “Had enough transitional surprises over the past two years- y’know they didn’t tell me I was gonna get chlorophyll/chloroplasts, I never remember which it is, they only mentioned it after I asked about it at a checkup!” I gave an exasperated gesture “So yeah, any info you can find would be much appreciated - I can keep a lookout for mimic stuff too, but uh, I probably won’t be able to find much that doesn’t come from video games,”

She doesn’t even try to hide the frown at my offer. “Don’t try too hard… Look, I’m offering a charity. I don’t want anything in return. I’d offer advice but I can’t say I know anything about Jelly legs. Most of my experience with slimes has more to do with hair care, and I only got about two months with it before the mimic side of me took over.” Her smile picks back up. “But, I at least know a couple other slimes and shapeshifters in Erian’s records, I can always contact them for more info.”

I frown a little back at her “I only meant it to return the favour, you’re doing something kind for me, ‘least I do is reply in kind,” I said, a little softly “And the jelly legs is past tense,” I added, my tone returning, gesturing to my gelatinous legs “Just a surprise that came with this all and I’d rather avoid similar surprises going forwards,” I clarified “But yeah, either way, would definitely appreciate that, plus would be nice to hear others’ similar experiences,” I finished, pausing for a moment before speaking again “Actually, on that note, how was your transition, mimic may not be quite where I am or am going, but it’s like a cousin, and even regardless of that, it’d still be interesting to know how it was for you,”

Mayday takes a step back. But then grows inquisitive and shrugs her shoulders. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt. It might be nice to recount everything. Most of the transition was actually just two months spent in a cocoon. That’s how the major biological changes happened. Before that there was the memory loss, Mimic HRT has the brain start changing pretty quickly compared to a slime, and afterwards it was the slow process of slime leaving the body before I fully became a mimic. It just about wrapped up a few weeks ago actually. I’m 100% Mimic.”

“A cocoon!?” I replied, shocked “That’s certainly unique,” I added “Memory thing fucking sucks though - I had all that change about 3-4 months ago when brain was turning into my core-” I gestured at the green sphere that resided within the centre of my torso “It was not a fun time. Kinda interesting how fast Mimic’s change - although I suppose it makes sense for a creature who can alter how they look,” I paused for a moment, thinking “Wonder if that means things’ll be quick for my shapeshifter changes,” I added “But yeah, brain changing was really not a fun time - as much as I would love to compare and contrast notes, honestly most if it is super fuzzy at best, just straight up gone at worse, as you said, memory loss,” I remarked “Was worried about losing more, or myself entirely, I’m not going to lie, honestly it’s kinda impressive your whole brain can restructure and you still retain who you are,”

I got the sense I just dealt psychic damage to Mayday with that last sentence. She spent some time thinking, the teeth on her body swirling as if they were chewing on something while she chewed on the sentence stuck in her mind. Eventually she looked at me and let out a sigh. “That's not entirely correct. Retain is a strong word. I think, for myself... I'd have to go with lost.”

I frown for a second, confused, my eyes running back and forwards as I mentally run through the words in my head. Then I pause as I realised… “Oh…” I looked at her solemnly “I guess that’s maybe what you meant with the whole ‘negligence’ thing earlier” I remarked, before stopping again, a slightly hopeful “Wait, but, I mean, you remembered me, no? So I’m guessing you didn’t lose everything? Just a few things?” I asked

“Look, you're two months into your shapeshifter medication.” She said, dodging the question. “You might end up changing in ways you never expected, and in ways that will hurt others.” She takes a long time to say anything. She clearly wanted to say something but didn't know the words for it. Finally, she sighed and stuttered out her words. “H-hello… My name is Mayday… um, w-what's yours?”

I blinked a couple times, processing what Mayday had said, before my face fell as I realised what her final words actually meant. I paused for a moment, before holding out a hand, a soft smile on my face, that hopefully covered the sadness I felt for the mimic - As much as we had bonded that first day, we’d only known each other briefly, so her forgetting me didn’t hurt as much as it could have, but I knew that for her, forgetting everything would have been horrific. “Hi Mayday, I’m Sandy, nice to meet you.”

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This was our second collab with @scrubbinn who wrote this with us! As ever love working with 'em and love what we came up with. If you haven't already, do go and check out their Mimic HRT (First - Latest) it's really great and you can learn more about Mayday's journey! The next side story for Slime HRT will be coming out (hopefully) soon (which technically takes place before this), and then I might do the first part of Shapeshifter HRT after that, or another Slime Side story, we'll see. First - Last - Next

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[jake-sullys-wife]

Hiiiiii can I request a smut where dilf!jake sully is fucking human!reader in the forest in front of all his friends to since they’re curious about humans and to show off his human girlfriend to them?? Jake also lets them touch y/n like playing with her nipples and running their hands all over her body. If they get too close to her pussy or ass Jake gets mad at them

The celebration

(if you don't like this,then don't read)

warning! : ⚠️,🔞,🖤

Violence!/abuse!, non con!, size difference!(Let me know if I'm missing anything)

(sorry guys it takes so long for me to post because things have been hard for the past few weeks maybe months but I am now here and all that shit I know I'm just saying that but I'm telling the truth so please forgive me 😭🙏🏽 plus quaritch x Jake have been on my mind a lot 🧍🏽‍♀️)

(And to the anonymous who requested this I didn't read it all the way through when you said a front of the friends curious about the human body I didn't read it that until I started writing and finishing it now I'm looking at it and I'm very sorry but I hope this satisfies you again I'm very sorry 😔 )

*Jake is in the lab with his oxygen mask and y/n and are just talking about random stuff but Jake asked y/n this question*

"Hey I was going to ask if you want to come to the celebration. Do you want to come?"

*Oh yeah the celebration is coming soon*

"Sure I could come! I need to get out of this lab every once in awhile" *y/n said as look down at her paperwork then looking back at Jake which he was chuckling*

"Haha! Well I'll tell neytiri about you coming plus she can give you the clothes you know the top and the Loincloth"

*After that little conversation Jake left to go tell his wife and after a few hours neytiri came by and handed her the finest clothes*

♡

*It's the day at the celebration and y/n put on the clothes the top and Loincloth, she put on her oxygen mask and left out the lab.*

*At the celebration there was a lot na'vi having a good time*

*Y/n had a few drinks, some food (of course you got to take the oxygen mask off and put it back on) then she decided to dance a little*

*She had her arms up and swaying with her hips, then a few na'vi males surrounded her and dancing with her*

*She didn't mind it of course because you know they're dancing, she's dancing. it's the celebration*

*One of them went behind her and put their hands on her waist, y/n is giggling and didn't even care*

*The male na'vi sliding his hand up going under her top but then Jake came out of nowhere*

"Hey can I borrow her for a sec?"

*He sounded demanding and most likely pissed off?*

"Oh yes, of course toruk makto"

*he ran off so did the others, Jake grab her wrist and took her far away from the celebration. Y/n doesn't know what's wrong with him and why is he acting like this?*

♡

*Jake stopped and pushed her against a tree, his eyes filled with anger and lust*

"Why did you let those fukers touching you like you're were some whore"

*Some whore? The hell is he talking about?*

"What are you talking about, you invite me to the celebration-- !" *Jake punched her stomach, he punched her that hard that the next day a big bruise will show*

*Y/n almost fell to the ground, holding her stomach. It felt like she's going to throw up*

*Then Jake's hand grabbed y/n's hair making her look up at him*

"Yeah I did invite you to celebration but that doesn't mean you let those nasty fucks touching you like that, especially touching what's mine"

*Then with a flip of a wrist Jake ripped her top and her Loincloth, throwing them behind his shoulder*

"W-what are you doing!?" *Y/n panicked, covering herself with her arms but Jake grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and rising her wrists above her head*

"What am I doing? About to Mark what's mine to show those men what they are touching" *with his free hand he got between her legs, touching her pussy and stroking her lips with his fingers while his thumb rubbing her cilt*

*Y/n struggle while he's playing her pussy, she also struggled trying to pull her both of her wrists from his grip* "stop!..~"

"How about you stop struggling? Besides we both know you like this~" *Jake said. He stopped playing her pussy then with his freed hand he untied his Loincloth, revealing his big massive cock*

*Y/n's eyes widen seeing something that big in front of her*

"See *this*? *This* is going to be inside you~" *Jake pushed y/n on the ground while holding both of her wrist, he got between her legs. Stroking his member with purecum leaking out*

"It's not going to fit..." *Y/n said look at it. She couldn't keep her eyes off of it*

"Oh it will, it will fit. I'll make sure it fits" *and just like that with that warning he thrust it in her. His thrust was harsh and rough. He can feel her walls tighten around him but he's only halfway in which means he has to put the rest of him inside*

"Already I can feel you clenching around me~" *another harsh thrust he finally put the rest of him inside. Y/n moans loudly as she can feel him stretching her walls and feel his tip though her cervix*

*After a few moments Jake began to move, his hips hitting against hers while y/n is moaning loudly throughout the forest that every animal can hear her*

*His hand groping her breast while he's thrusting* "fuck! You feel so good~ so good~"

*He lean down biting her neck* "j-jake!~"

"Yeah that's right, scream my name!~ scream my name with those pretty lips!~" *Jake let go both of her wrist then. He used his hands to grab her legs and put them on his shoulders*

*He went he went a little deeper inside her pussy. Y/n gripping the Forest Grass for dear life*

"You fucking love this, don't ya?~ gonna breed this pussy~" *wait did he just say...breed? Oh shit*

"N-no! Don't--ah!~" *y/n tried telling him no but that interrupted by his thrusting. He thrusts so rough*

"Fuckkk I'm gonna cum inside!~" *a few lazy thrust he released his seed deep inside her while y/n cried through all of it*

"Now.... Let's see those fucks try to touch you now~"

*End*

(I tried my best as you can see 😔)

[daddy-issues-galore]

Let me fly you to the moon... Chapter 3

<Chapter 2< / >Chapter 4>

Warnings: This is a spicy one! 18+ READERS ONLY! M/F, nipple play, fingering, oral f-receiving, protected sex, spanking, swearing

The last thing on your mind right now was worrying.

You were in heaven as Noel laid between your spread legs devouring your cunt like a man starved as he brought you to your second (or third) orgasm.

The moment the pair of you entered his hotel room your mouths and hands were on each other, almost ripping the other’s clothes off. There was a moment of hesitation between the pair of you as tops were being removed and it seemed to suddenly dawn on you that the other was going to see you in such a vulnerable state, but as lips were pressed against newly exposed skin, you let yourselves get lost in the other’s body.

“Noel, please,” You moaned pushing on his head to stop him from trying to pull another orgasm from you. “I can’t.” You let out a breathless giggle.

Noel smirked against your thigh. He ran his tongue and lips over your skin before kissing his way up your body until he came to your breasts.

You groaned as he took your nipple into his mouth and began sucking. “Fuck,” You were pretty certain if he continued to suck and lick your breasts, you’d have cum again you were so turned on. You wrapped your arms around his waist, clawing at his back as he moved his mouth to kiss at your neck, and moaned as he sucked on your pulse point leaving a definite mark behind. Bastard, you thought as you grinned up at the ceiling.

Noel pulled back from you with a satisfied smirk and hovered over you. A moment of uncertainty flashed across his face, “You sure ‘bout this, love?”

You nodded, “Don’t you dare stop now, Gallagher.”

He grinned and pressed his lips against yours a lot softer this time. He pushed himself back from you and reached over to the beside table to grab the condom he’d put there earlier. Watching Noel slide the condom on was one of the most erotic sights you’d ever seen. Maybe you were just that horny that anything he did, you found sexy.

Noel settled between your spread legs once he had the condom on, resting his weight on his right arm as he did. You wrapped your left arm around his upper back as he took a hold of his cock in his hand, meeting your gaze again for reassurance. You gave him a nod as you reached up with your right hand and cupped the back of his head, pulling his face down so you could kiss him. As Noel pushed into you, the two of you moaned into each other’s mouth, his cock slowly split you open.

Noel rested his forehead against yours as he bottomed out, his breath fanning across your face as he paused, “Just, give me a sec, love… Or I’ll burst right away.” He let out an embarrassed chuckle.

You giggled as you wrapped your leg around his waist and lightly stroked his back. “It’s fine. We can always go again.”

Noel pulled back with a grin, “If you give me a few hours, maybe.” He joked making you laugh. He pressed his lips against yours, slipping his tongue inside your mouth and for a short moment the two of you just kissed as he stayed inside your heat. He pulled back from your lips as he began to roll his hips.

Your breath caught in your throat, “Oh… Oh, God.” You moaned, screwing your fingers up in his hair as Noel kept moving.

He dropped his face into the crook of your neck as his hands wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close. He picked up his pace and filled you faster and deeper, moaning against your neck. “God. You feel, so fuckin’ good.”

You moaned, “Fuck. Noel,” You cried out as Noel hit that good spot. You sank your teeth into his shoulder as he ground his hips against your pubic bone.

Noel pushed back and hovered over you, smirking as he watched your breasts bounce and your face contort in pleasure. You were fucking beautiful. He paused and withdrew himself from you, grinning as you whined at the loss of him. “Don’t worry, baby doll, I ain’t stopping.” Was he fuck, he just needed to calm down a little before he came too quickly. He didn’t want this to stop just yet. “Hands and knees.” He ordered.

You quickly did as he said, turning over and pushing yourself up so your backside was in the air. You cried out as Noel smacked your backside.

He took a hold of both cheeks in his hands and growled, “This thing has been taunting me all day.” He smacked both cheeks again making you moan loudly.

You looked back at him over your shoulder with a giggle and shook your backside. “I know. You weren’t as subtle as you thought.”

Noel grinned at you as he delivered another smack to both cheeks before he spat onto his fingers before running them between your legs, rubbing them over your clit and sinking them inside of your cunt.

You closed your eyes as Noel slowly fingered you. Your body was vibrating, overstimulated and on fire. Every little touch from Noel was bliss. You began to move yourself against his fingers, fucking yourself on them.

“Fuck, me,” Noel moaned before spitting into his other hand. He grabbed his cock and began to gently tug himself as he watched you fuck yourself on his fingers. His eyes fell shut and his head fell back. He’d missed this. He’d missed being intimate. Close to a woman. A woman he wanted to be with, that made him smile and laugh. A woman that made him feel like a teenager, that made him shy, that made him want to show off to impress her. Fuck, seriously, what were you doing to him.

You bent your head down with a moan as he twisted his hand and began to scissor his fingers. “Fuck,” You gasped. You opened your eyes and felt a rush of wetness flood from you as you watched Noel stroke his cock from between your legs. “Please, Noel. Fuck me!” You begged.

You cried out in pure ecstasy as Noel didn’t waste his time and filled your pussy with his cock, moaning as your cunt squeezed his cock. God, you wished he wasn’t wearing a condom. Noel didn’t give you time to adjust to him before he began a brutal pace. The pair of you moaned and groaned as Noel fucked you hard and fast.

“Fuck,” He panted, the air filled with the sound of skin slapping and the bed squeaking. “Yer cunt is, fuck... s’good...” Noel moved his left hand from your hip and pressed his fingers against your clit making cry out in pleasure.

You whimpered, nodding your head as you reached back and squeezed his hip. “Harder.” You demanded.

Noel smirked and picked up his pace, slamming his hips harder into you. He let out a deep groan as your cunt squeezed his cock and you let out high pitched moans.

“Fuck!”

You gasped for air as your orgasm broke. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Noel fucked you through your orgasm.

With a couple more deep strokes of his cock, Noel came. He held your hips against his, keeping his cock fully inside you as you both panted heavily.

“Fuck, me.” Noel carefully pulled out of you as he began to soften and dropped onto the mattress beside you, draping his arm over his eyes.

You fell forwards beside him as you tried to catch your breath, wearing a fucked-out smile. “Well, Mr Gallagher, you certainly don’t need to worry about your age holding you back.” You joked making Noel laugh.

“If ya say so.” Noel turned his head towards you and just watched you for a moment. Beautiful. He smiled to himself before he shook his head and cleared his throat. “Wanna join me for a shower?” Noel asked with a playful smirk.

You looked at him a little surprised, “Don’t you want me to leave?” You asked as you rolled onto your side to face him.

Noel’s hand moved to lay on your hip, his thumb softly stroking your skin. “If ya wanna scarper, that’s up to ya…” Noel slipped his hand around your waist and pulled you closer to him, so your bodies were pressed closer together making you blush. His callous hand cupping your backside and giving it a gentle squeeze, making you giggle. “But I don’t want ya to.” He said and pressed his lips against yours.

You wrapped your right arm around his shoulders and let his tongue enter your mouth. You let a soft moan as Noel slotted his thigh between your legs and pressed it against your sensitive core. Yeah, you’ll stay for a bit.