#todays fit is: button down shirt with bats on it

[soxcietyy]

Deal

18+ Yuta x reader

You had the unfortunate luck of being assigned a seat next to your school bully. You dreaded being near him but there was no objectifying the teacher. After being stuck with you during cleaning duty in the afternoon he offered you a preposition.

You sat quietly in class hopping that you would be able to sit next to Inumaki, Panda,Maki or someone normal. For some odd reason the teacher decided to rearrange seats in the middle of class. They did this every so often which gave you panic attacks. You crossed your fingers under your desk praying that a specific name didn’t come out his mouth.

"Y/n, you’ll be sitting next too Yuta."

Your heart sank once you heard those words come out their mouth. He was the last person you wanted to sit next to. Other people would have loved to be seated next to him. He was adored by so many people you knew. When you first got here you would hear girls gossiping about him all the time. He was this mysterious yet lovable guy. He was known to be smart, athletic, kind, funny and overall popular. When you finally got to meet him it felt like everything you were told was a lie.

You could tell he didn’t like you right of the bat. The smile he wore around his friends would disappear every time you approached him. He would make you bring him stuff, make you do his homework and treated you horribly. He would tease and make fun of you whenever he saw you.

Slowly you made your way to your seat. Maki giving you a look of pity. You sat down silently next to him not daring to look at him. As the teacher continued arranging other students seats you could feel his gaze on you. It felt like his eyes were engraving themselves onto you.

You palms began to sweat as you pretended no to notice him. If he figured out that you noticed him he would start talking to you. The more seconds that past the hotter you felt. Unfortunately you couldn’t take off a layer because you had forgotten to wash your uniform. So you had to wear your button up and skirt from middle school instead. Obviously you had grown quite a bit since then so it fit you tight enough for you to deem it a faja. Not wanting to get dress coded you had to hide it by using a thick wool cardigan.

Eventually it became so hot that you had no choice but to take your school’s cardigan off.

You quickly took it off and placed it on your lap. If you pretend he wasn’t there everything should be fine right? Or would he get angry because of it? Class continued for a bit longer until the teacher made everyone partner up with the person next to them. You could hear Yuta chuckle as he sat up from his seat.

"Y/n we’re partners, do you mind doing the work though? Not feeling it today." Yuta says.

He never was feeling it apparently because he always made someone do his work.

This couldn’t continue on any longer, you had to put your foot down and do something. You couldn’t graduate knowing that you never bothered fixing the situation. Turning around to look at him you firmly tell him no.

He was slumped in his seat with his head thrown back when you said this. He snapped up with a look of shock. At first you thought it was because of your response but then you caught his eyes looking at your chest.

"What the hell are you wearing?" He grabs you by the collar to get a better look at your shirt.

He couldn’t believe you were wearing something tight like this. Was it to impress a boy? To grab people’s attention or were you just a slut? He let out a laugh but when he did he tugged on your shirt a little bit too hard. Two buttons flew off your shirt one hitting the wall behind him and the other one falling on his hand. The both of you fell silent and stared at each other. Quickly you put your cardigan on to cover up but the V neck was so low you could still see everything.

Yutas face had turned pink as he looked at you in horror. He acted fast by taking his jacket off and throwing at you. "Cover up." He tells you annoyed.

You had no other choice but to accept it no matter how much you hate the idea of wearing his clothes. Zipping the jacket up you could feel how big it was on you. Yuta put his head down facing away from you. He was surely mad that he had to help someone like you out.

You let a big sigh out as you sank into your chair. Opening your laptop you began to start on the group work. Fortunately it was something very simple that could be done in no time. As you worked the teacher called you to his desk. He had a conversation about how Yuta needed to also do the work. You explained that he wasn’t feeling well and that you were fine doing it on your own.

It didn’t matter what you said because if he didn’t do it you would also get in trouble. Sitting back down into your new seat you slowly nudge him, "Yuta, you really need to participate in the work. Or at least pretend you’re doing something.

"…"

No response.

You both ended up having cleaning duty after school. You grit your teeth as you sweep the class while he watched you. This was all his fault, if he had done something you would have been here.

The school was empty other than people who stayed behind to clean or had some after school activity’s.

As you looked for a dust pan you could feel how the jacket would pull your body down. It was so big and heavy on you that it felt like a work out to wear it. Then again why were you still wearing it? School was over anyways.

Taking it off you hand it to him. He looked taken aback until you spoke.

"You can have it back. I don’t need to be wearing the clothes of someone like you." You put it in his hands and walk away. He didn’t say anything his eyes stayed on you as if he was an animal haunting his prey.

Serching everywhere you thought about the possibility of the dust pan being inside a cabinet. The faster you finished this the better. So you bent down to look for it.

"Pink panties?" You hear his voice behind you as he flips your skirt up. You quickly turn around and tug your skirt down.

What was wrong with this idiot? Yea he’s pushed, hit, and tripped you before but this was outrageous. Wanting to say something you open your mouth but quickly bite your lip as he looked at you.

Slowly closing the gap between you both by grabbing your face. You try to turn your head away but his grip was so strong you couldn’t move. You had no choice but to look right back at him.

"What is it that your planning? Wearing such a tight shirt and a small skirt. Don’t tell me you think getting a boyfriend will stop me from messing with you." He smiles.

"No, that’s not it at all!" You try to tell him but he too busy admiring the breast that protruded in front of him.

"You’re such a whore, such a disgusting slut showing herself off like this. Arnt you embarrassed walking around like this?" His hand glids under your skirt and grabs you hem of your panties. With one swift motion he drags them down. "Move your legs," he says and you comply not wanting to make the situation worst.

When he held your panties in his hand you look away feeling so ashamed of yourself. In the corner of your eye you could see him wrap it around his wrist as if it were some kind of accessory. He looked at it for a few seconds feeling satisfied. With a stupid grin on his face.

"I’m going to wear this tomorrow and tell everyone that they’re yours."

You look at him horrified. What would people say? You would be the laughingstock of the school. Your eyes began to blur as tears formed. You didn’t want to cry in front of him and show his your weak but you could help it. Tears began to roll down as you dropped your knees feeling so embarrassed. You watched as the tears landed on your gray skirt.

Yuta bent down and picked your face back up to look at him. "Shhh, why are you crying? Don’t tell me you hate it that much." He smiles at you softly. "Let’s make a deal. I’ll stop messing with you if you grant two of my wishes."

Your tears finally came to a stop as you heard him say that. Two things and no more bullying after that? Sounded too good to be true but what if he made you do horrible things? Your bottom lip trembled at the thought of it. Maybe he’ll have some pitty on you and they won’t be so bad.

You agree to his propersition and you could see something flicker in his eyes. He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you across the classroom to the teachers desk. He sat down first on the rolling chair and then proceeded to pat his lap indicating that he wanted you there. Slowly you began to sit down on his lap but he stopped.

"Not like that, lay on my lap on your stomach."

You look at him confused but followed along.

"My first wish Is for you to lay here still." He whispered in your ear.

This was an odd wish but you tried to stay calm. Though hundreds of scenario’s played in your head none of them being good. You couldn’t help but holding your breath as you await his next move. Surely it wasn’t a good one because you felt your skirt being lifted up.

"Wait, what if someone sees?!" You try to get up but he places his right arm on your back to keep you down.

Currently you were facing the wall where the windows are in the classroom. Your behind faced the entrance of the room and the small windows that let you peek inside. If someone walked by they would see everything, literally.

"Maybe if you’re a good girl and stay quiet nobody will have to find out. Though I surely wouldn’t mind if they saw you like this." Yuta said.

You open your mouth to protest but instead of words a moan came out. You gasp hearing yourself and quickly cover your mouth. He had just shoved a finger inside of you. You look back at him knowing that sound you just made would fule whatever he had going inside his head. A bigger smile appeared on his face as he worked on you.

He could help but enjoy your quiver under him. How you squirmed and tried your best to stay quiet. It assumed him so much that he couldn’t help but think of never letting you go. You were such a lewd girl, he never thought of you this way until today.

You could feel as your juices covered you and his hand. How your heat was getting hotter and hotter. How his finger curled hitting the right spot. He would switch from fingering you to teasing your clit. Rubbing it in circles and sometimes side to side.

Then he stuck a second finger inside you could feel as your walls stretched to adjust to his fingers. Your legs shook in pleasure as he curled his digits over and over again. You’ve never felt so good and you were ashamed of yourself. How could you be enjoying something like this? You needed to hate this, you needed to hate Him.

"Stop-mh- pleease, I’m begging ah I’m begging you" You begged him to stop as you let small moans slip from your vocal cords.

"Shh, be a good girl and stay quiet." He said as he went back to rubbing your clit.

Your legs acted on their own and spread apart immediately so he could touch you more. "Such a nasty whore. Come for me, I know you want to."

Those words got to you for some reason. The way he called you a whore yet he was slowly morphing your insides to his liking. He wasn’t gentle with you at all. He shoved his fingers mercilessly into you to see you squirm. He really liked how you were this way, timid, whinny, and obedient.

He had you right under his grasp just like a wolf would have had its rabbit right under him. Toying with the poor thing until he decided to eat it.

You babble to him trying to tell him to stop. You could feel yourself getting there.

"Common girl, let’s show the luckyperson that happens to walk by how you cum. Let’s show them how much of a dirty whore you are for these fingers."

You shake your head not wanting that to happen. You try hard to prevent yourself from climaxing but the attempt was usless. The second he felt you clamping down on his digits he started going faster and harder.

You let out a loud gasp and yell out his name as you became undone. Releasing all of your juices all over his fingers. With a satisfied chuckle he brings his hand to his face and licks his fingers clean. Watching you shake under him, trying to regain your composure.

"For my next wish I think we want you to keep this up until graduation." He pulls your skirt down and forces you to stand up.

"I just cleaned you so I assume you can clean the rest of the classroom no?"

AN: found this in the back rooms

[faunandfloraas]

Strangest thing about me adapting more masculine outfits into my wardrobe is straight dudes complimenting me. Whenever I'm girly, dudes either don't acknowledge me at all or they hit on me, no in-between. So now that I've had 3 separate incidents where dudes come up and go Oh I love your outfit and they're not hitting on me and they're not even asking where I got the shirt they're just giving me a compliment for no reason. Did not anticipate that.

[number1mingyustan]

- Cuffing Season-

Your Mouth

boyfriend!mingyu x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, kissing, cursing, explicit smut, oral (m.), size kink, y/n is lowk a menace

Summary: You know just the right thing to pick your boyfriend up when he’s down

Word Count: 1.2k

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The door slams shut behind Mingyu as he enters your shared apartment. You peak your head out of your study, startled by the sudden loud noise.

“Baby?” you call. “Is that you?”

“Yeah it’s me,” he calls from the living room.

You can hear the frustration in his voice.

You slide your body off the rolling chair, standing up and making your way to your shared bedroom. He stands there, fumbling with his tie and growing more frustrated with each passing second.

You approach him silently, “You wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“ ‘m fine,” he denies, continuing to fumble with his tie. He’s visibly aggravated and you fear that if you don’t step in and he’ll him now, he’ll rip the material.

You place your hands on top of his softly. He drops his hands to his side allowing you to undo the tie yourself. “C’mon baby, I know something’s bothering you.” You drop the tie onto the ground.

He sighs. “We lost a huge deal today at the company, and I’ve been trying to close it for months. Someone on our side messed up a bunch of paperwork and they backed out of the deal instead of signing it. They were a huge potential customer and I just—“

He trails off as your hands begin unbuttoning his white shirt. “What are you doing?”

“Listening,” you reply, continuing to undo the buttons.

“No you’re not,” he defends. “You’re—“

You cut him off, handing fumbling with his belt. "I'm listening to you Gyu," you say simply, dropping the leather belt onto the ground. "Talk to me."

You drop to your knees, pulling his pants down to his ankles. He looks down at you. Fuck, you look even smaller on your knees. He can already feel himself growing hard in his boxers. He hesitates before he begins speaking again. "It's just really frustrating because I put so many hours into that deal and...."

He trails off when you begin palming him through his boxers. He tips his head back and lets out a quiet moan. "Baby..."

"I'm all ears Gyu," you say, pulling his boxers down to his ankles causing his semi-heard cock to spring up. "Said you're frustrated because of all the hours you put in and what?"

He blinks at you a few times silently. You little minx. You spit on your hand, providing lubricant before you start stroking him. Your hands are so small, even with both of them you don't cover the entirety of his length. He's just too big.

He's in a dazed state, looking down at you and watching as you stroke his cock. He's already leaking precum onto your fingers, growing more and more turned on as you pleasure him.

"Gyu," you say, looking up at him with batting eyelashes.

"Hmm?"

"You were saying something about why you're frustrated? Put in all those long hard hours and..?" You smirk, feigning innocence.

"Y-Yeah, just feels like I wasted so much–fuck!" He interrupts himself again as you wrap your perfectly glossed lips around his cock. This time, he completely loses his train of thought with you as the only thing filling his mind.

You release his cock from your mouth with a ‘pop’ before spitting onto your hand and stroking him. You feel him growing harder on your palm, practically drooling as it grows to its full length before your eyes.

He's so big and your tiny hands are not nearly enough to give him the relief you know he needs. You tease him, just a little bit, swiping your tongue across the sensitive head of his cock.

He lets out a hiss.

You smirk, taking the head of his cock into the small hole of your mouth. You take him further down your throat, allowing the tip to touch the back of your throat. The weight of his cock is heavy on your tongue. Even with his cock hitting the back of your throat, his length still doesn’t fit in your mouth.

Mingyu is big. You’re stroking the base of his with your small hand while gagging on the tip. Your saliva is coating the entirety of his length and it’s absolutely filthy.

Mingyu stands above you, head tilted back and moaning as he loses himself in the warmth of your mouth. You’re sucking jus dick so well, like always. You bob your head, thrusting his cock further down your throat.

He smirks as you gag and struggle to take all of him. You look so small on your knees beneath him. Your plump lips are circled around his cock, beady eyes looking up at him with tears.

He licks his lips, placing a hand on top of your head. You allow him to use you, pushing your head to meet the thrust of his hips as he fucks your throat.

“Fuck baby,” he groans. “You’re insane… sucking my dick so good—fuck”

You stare up at him with watery eyes. He is so unbelievably hot. His long hair covers his face, eyes only peaking through to look down at you on your knees just for him.

You’re struggling, but determined nonetheless. You want to taste him and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on right now. Your panties are soaked from allowing him to thrust his cock into the depths of your throat, desperately fucking your mouth for his own pleasure.

He’s close already, moaning and whining needily as his thrusts grow sloppy. You’re breathing heavily through your nose with his cock down your throat. You speed up the movement of your hand, stroking the base of his length as your drool around him.

You take your other hand, massaging his balls, immediately sending him into overdrive. He lets out a loud grunt before you feel him twitch in your mouth. A thick, warm liquid spurts into your mouth and you swallow it all happily.

You release his cock from your mouth, continuing to suck on the tip as he rides out the remainder of his orgasm. He whines, pushing your head back as he starts to feel the effects of overstimulation. You release him from your mouth, looking up at him with a smile. You wipe your mouth with a dazed look in your eyes.

He stares down at you with a grin, hair messy, skin shining with sweat, and flushed skin. He needed that, so bad. With all the stress he’s been under, you knew just the thing to relieve him.

He’s so happy to have you.

“You,” he smiles. “Are absolutely incredible baby. I have no words.”

You smile back with a goofy grin. “Glad I could help.” He wipes your eyes with his thumb before helping you to your feet. You help him redress and he plants a kiss on your forehead.

The two of you wash up before making yourself comfortable on the couch. Mingyu offered to cook dinner, but you refused, ordering takeout instead and putting on a movie to watch.

Unfortunately Mingyu knocked out 10 minutes before the food arrived. He’s snoring softly on the couch, large frame sprawled on the plush material, You smile to yourself, staring at his sleeping figure with adoration.

You grab a blanket, placing it over his sleeping frame. You wouldn’t dare to wake him up. He needs the rest almost as badly as he needed that blowjob. You plant your body in front of his on the couch after eating.

Even in a state of rest, he’s got open arms for you. The two of you stay like that for the rest of the night, in a state of deep slumber, holding one another and awaiting what the next day has to offer.

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[aliasrocket]

I just thought of the most specific Rocket Raccoon scenario ever — the guardians receive a commission from a planet that has a victorian era vibe especially to their clothing and the guardians including Rocket had to wear victorian era clothes to fit in …

(I have a LOT of scenarios regarding this so pls lmk if you guys want more of these! I could honestly write it into a fic at this point oml)

masterlist. requests.

It was probably just a bit past 11pm when Rocket called, the night was silent and you were just finished getting ready for bed when he called you.

Due to his tech, you both are able to project a hologram of yourselves through your phone as a way to communicate, meaning you had a clear visual of Rocket’s entire body floating in your room.

His black suit was not made of the usual silk; the texture seemed to be of dense wool. He wore a white dress shirt inside and a black tie to match. Closely hugging his small waist was a black vest that had been buttoned all the way down with the exception of the button at the very bottom. The sleeves of both the coat and the dress shirt had been neatly rolled up above just one of his forearms, making his supposedly symmetrical suit unsymmetrical.

That wasn’t exactly a bad thing, though. In fact, the arm that had been a little more exposed had gained more attention from you than the other—you watched the way his muscles tensed when he would curl his fingers around anything.

He was just kicking off his dress shoes when you picked up and right of the bat your jaw was left hanging at the sight.

“Hey, princess,” Rocket greeted, a little more wearier than you would have expected. He stood with his hands on his hips, pushing the body of his coat back just a little to reveal his hips. “Fuck, today was a bust.”

“What happened?” You asked, eyes finally parting with his stature and now moving up to his rugged expression.

“Nah, apparently the lady who supposedly has the fortune doesn’t have the damn fortune,” Rocket explained with an angered strain in his voice. “We went through all this effort, dressed so damn formally just so we would be treated like everyone else and now I—”

“Wait, Rocket, isn’t this classified information?” You shook your head, finally snapping out of your less than innocent thoughts of Rocket in his current outfit. “You shouldn’t be telling me about these things right?”

“Yeah?” Rocket sharply exhaled from his nose, a smug grin overwhelming the look of exhaustion that had been dragging down his already greying features. “Fuck those rich brats, ‘s not like I signed a contract or something. Anyway I show up at the discussed address and—”

“Rocket, they hired you.”

“Yeah hired me to stick a gun up the asshole of anyone who comes in the way of this mission, they ain’t saints, princess.” Rocket pulled at his shirt’s rolled up sleeve, letting it fall to his wrist without letting you give a proper goodbye. Not that you’d let him know you were staring, anyway.

Rocket's jaw clenched, and you decided maybe it wasn't the best idea to push it further especially when he was already irritable and tired.

“Okay so I get to the house right, almost fuckin’ blow the brains of that broad’s bodyguards the fuck out—” Rocket paused his rant when he rolled his coat sleeve down, now shrugging off his jacket and only testing just how fitted all his clothes had been. His chest flexed as he pulled his shoulders back, sliding sleeves off his arms only to reveal his clothed biceps restrained in his shirt. Each wrinkle and each fold in his clothes only further teased that Rocket was completely and utterly clothed.

“And finally I get to hold my damn blaster under her chin only to find she doesn’t even have so much as a goddamn clue as to where her fuckin’ fortune is. And now? I gotta clean her damn snot and tears off my fuckin’ blaster. D’asted little shit.”

Rocket’s fingers popped off the buttons of his vest in one swift motion and the vest was discarded in seconds, leaving his black tie and his shirt that hugged at Rocket’s enchanced pectoral muscles.

His head tilted as he tugged at the knot of his tie. You were hallucinating, right? There was absolutely no way Rocket was loosening that tie slower than it had to be, pulling it to the side as his protruding knuckles gave attention to his hands and the way they clasped onto his tie and tossed it aside so gracefully.

Oh, shit. You bit your lip when Rocket unbuttoned his dress shirt with one hand, the first button coming off so easily to reveal a white undershirt. The thought of Rocket in only a singlet had sent you melting against the pillows of your bed.

You were probably frowning at this point, tunneling on Rocket’s hand working through each of his buttons with ease before Rocket was getting the shirt off too.

And there it was again, the flexing of his chest when he pulled the shirt out and shrugged it off, and finally he was all yours—his biceps, forearms, and hell, even some parts of his chest were—

“Hey,” Rocket called loudly along with your name.

“Huh?”

“Called you five times, you didn’t respond,” Rocket said. His hands were on his hips once more but this time, his chest had been heaving, some parts of it uncovered by his singlet like something of a boob window. “Are you zoning out?”

“Uh … something like that.”

[starsfic]

Valentine’s Week- Day 1

Summary: Xiaotian has a special outfit to surprise Red and Long Xiaojiao. (Chimera, Fluff)

His package had arrived.

His package had arrived!

Qi Xiaotian couldn’t help an eager little squeal as his feet tapped against the floor. He had been waiting for what felt like weeks for this package to arrive and now it was finally here! He glanced around, making sure nobody had seen it arrive.

“-just saying, maybe go light on the-”

“I’m sorry, who is the master cook in this house?!”

Good. His partners were both in the kitchen. Red was making dinner, signaled by the eye-watering smell of cooking peppers, and Xiaojiao was bugging him. Xiaotian barely bit back a cackle as he headed up the steps to the second floor of the penthouse and darted into their bedroom. Dinner would distract them for a good long while.

He tore open the package and pulled out the special outfit with a grin. “That should take long enough,” he said to himself. Now, where was the first button on this…

Xiaotian had made a special discovery a few weeks ago and, while trying to figure out what to say to his bestie and their mutual partner, had found this cute outfit. Now it was here. He was ready to show it off. Especially with the extra special little surprise that was waiting to be handed over.

The outfit fitted him perfectly. Xiaotian couldn’t help a pout at that. “Aw, I hoped I could grow into this,” he said, examining his reflection. Maybe next time, he wouldn’t wait so long to surprise his partners. That would give him time to grow into the outfit.

“ Hey, Noodle Boy! Dinner’s ready! ”

“Coming!” he said, pulling his eyes away from the mirror. “Go ahead and sit down! I’ll be down soon.”

“ Okay- Xiaojiao, don’t you dare! ”

A loud crash and what sounded like Xiaojiao’s victory cackle made Xiaotian wince. Hopefully, Xiaojiao wasn’t messing with Red’s dinner plans too much. He took one last look in his reflection and, happy with what he saw, nodded. He grabbed the two small present boxes waiting and took a deep breath.

“Into the unknown.”

The loud conversation led him down the stairs and into the dining room. Red was batting Xiaojiao’s hands away from the soup as he arranged the rest of the dishes around. Xiaotian couldn’t help but feel a smile form as he watched them. He couldn’t wait.

“Hey.” Xiaotian struck a pose, grinning at them. “Like my outfit?”

The two of them looked up.

“Oh, my gods.” Xiaojiao’s eyes were already sparkling. “Who let you look so cute today?!”

Red’s eyes were wide. He set down the plate he held to grip the table, his claws digging into the fine wood. “That…yes? That’s how you’re proposing to us?”

Xiaotian nodded. The shirt he wore was decorated with a little monkey, holding out a ring. “I, actually,” He pulled out the boxes and moved to sink down on his knee. “Will you-”

“YES!”

“HOLY SHIT, LIKE WE CAN SAY NO?!”

Before he could blink, Red was there, scooping him up. Xiaojiao was there and pressing kisses over his face and planting a big kiss on Red’s lips. Little green sparks darted around, mixing with the sparks flying off Red’s hair. Xiaotian managed to pass the boxes to Xiaojiao before kissing Red, unable to help delighted laughter.

She opened one.

Her eyes went wide.

“HOLY SHIT!”

“What what what?!” Red squawked, craning his head to see what made Xiaojiao gape. His eyes went wide and he turned to stare at him so fast he swore he heard his neck crack. “Noodle Boy?!”

Xiaotian managed a shrug. “Surprise?” Red and Xiaojiao both blinked before another round of happy screaming and kisses began, Xiaotian held in the hurricane of love.

The tiny baby monkey plushies were a good touch, based off their faces.

[mochidreambubble]

Envy in Shallow Waters

Arknights Canon/OC fic. AO3 Version here.

[Was it worth it to be jealous if it's not a battle you could win?]

He holds the back of his beloved’s neck steady, prominently running his thumb on the silken choker that hugged all too snug to the skin. It would never be seen under normal circumstances, of course, his beloved daily attire, essentially a uniform. So yes, neither the choker with a delicately crafted pendant in the shape of a bird (an arduous agreement, that one. They concluded it was the only one that the two could agree on that held some degree of symbology for both and individually of course) nor the marks on his beloved neck -or entire canvass of skin for that matter would be easily revealed. Such a fact was both a deep irritation and a necessary precaution (it’s really more of a matter of selfishness of course, not that anyone but the other would understand).

“You could stand to just bend down a little for me you know,” He can practically hear the pout as slender hands try to neatly clasp. “Unless you want me to just lopsided your buttons and tie, that is.”

“You could, but then you’d be setting yourself up for the pettiest invitation to be disciplined for doing so,” a rather teasing voice calls from the other end of the room, a man with hair longer than yours and with all the pretences of gentleness and loyalty (a viewpoint of his own that that Atlas would strongly disagree with, vouching for greater sincerity behind those gentle words dripping with much bloodlust and hunger). 

In an almost scandalized motion, his precious prey stops standing on the tips of his toes and lets out an adorable huff and faces the other man. “I’m genuinely trying, mind you-”

The little Cautus doesn’t get to finish. Without even much force at all, he pulls his dearest one with him as he sits atop the bed and the Cautus essentially straddle his lap. “Height shouldn’t be an issue anymore.”

“It wouldn’t be,” The Cautus snarks softly, continuing to button the shirt again, seeming to feign ignorance of any implications being in such a position would imply. “If neither of you were so damn tall.”

“I would say you’re just small,” Long pink hair curtains the side of the Cautus’ face, looming above him now. “But you are taller than some of your peers.”

It’s hard for him not to be happy, as the two of them essentially became a tight barrier around their dearest - still pouting thanks to said comment. The feline returns his wandering hands to the Cautus’ neck, knowing that for the most of the day it will be hidden from sight - exactly as it should be yet frustrating all the same. 

The Liberi is now playing with locks of the Cautus’ hair, musing. “Shall I braid it for you?”

The two hunters have seen it as such, a handful of times, all done by the same feminine touch. It was not a privilege either of them had. The both of them may be more intimately intertwined with their sweet prey but neither were fit to be the Queen on his board. 

“I don’t think there’s time for that today,” The Cautus’ nimble hands finish the tie and fusses over the creases on the shirt a little. “I really shouldn’t keep Kal’tsit waiting.”

Kal’tsit. Between the two hunters, one respected and even revered her more than the other. “She means well. I know you understand that, Enciodes.”

The Cautus gently touches his face, soothing away the frown he didn’t realise was there at all.

“ Hm . I know for a fact that’s not quite your opinion on her but I suppose you’d welcome her opinion on this front,” The Liberi’s tone drips in a way that always brings polite mischief. Though Enciodes finds himself riled in frustration once more. He does not truly know the machinations of whatever history that lay between his beloved and Kal’tsit, nor the annoyance that Atlas bats not a single eye at the other’s reverence towards the Feline woman. “But I’m sure SilverAsh understands. Why else would he willingly let you sit one on one with Dr Kal’tsit and let her give the most enlightening talk on safe sex and how to ensure he doesn’t get a surprise pregnancy-”

This elicits a groan as the Cautus rests his head onto Enciodes' shoulder, mortified. And while yes, he'd certainly would like offspring at some point… He knows now is not the time. Atlas does not let the Liberi continue down a line of teasing any further, getting up and promptly getting fully dressed, still flushed with slight embarrassment.

“I’ll see you both later,” Atlas of course, still parts with the most chaste of kisses despite essentially having committed much more…. Indulgent actions, so to say, by this point. He does turn back right before he leaves, brows slight in a way that either means concern or frustration, not that Enciodes could fully ever tell. “And Elliot-”

“Preparations for today’s rotation are well underway, my dear Doctor. Now go give your attention to more important matters, hm?”

Enciodes has noticed, of course, how quick the Liberi would be able to discern whatever was on their beloved’s mind, almost as quick as he knows the right kind of words to elicit specific reactions from Atlas with just mere words. Envy may be at play if not for how much easier it was to have Atlas under his thumb, how quick he reacts to even the slightest pull or physical gesture. Elliot has deterred the duty of getting (not coaxing as that never works quite as well) Atlas to bed on days where the dear Doctor sees nothing but Demons and Demises, like the plague of past hauntings would never leave. 

Amiya, for all her protective glares at the two of them, cannot quite complain at certain improvements in the Doctor’s day to day wellbeing. They both know it’s what has her holding her tongue. In truth, neither of the two men believes she has anything to worry about.

The chessboard is frustratingly even. Even between their mutual respect; without Atlas’ presence, the room would have a haunting chill, layered with frustrating intent from hunters who had no choice to come to a stalemate. All it took were a few quips, mayhaps too personal, for the silence to settle in the icy atmosphere. 

…Not that such an approach lasted. Not when both of them knew if it would ever come to it for whatever reason, no matter the history between them, Atlas would never choose another side over Rhodes Island. At least not while Amiya remained there as well. 

Neither makes any comment when they see Atlas soon after, hair now braided and held together with the bluest of ribbons. 

“You can admit you’re sorely tempted to rip it out of his hair, SilverAsh,” Although teasing in tone, Enciodes hears the ever-present bitter jealousy. Not that he could ever judge. But he worries of course, as Passenger gives the impression he may have ever murdered for less. They speak in soft but nonchalant tones, as if discussing the day’s upcoming battle and chores. 

“It matters little, Passenger. We have our hold on him in ways no other could ever dream of.”

“Hm. It’s not enough.”

He’s right of course.

“No. No, it’s never enough.”

[badgerbl00d]

aot trios as college stereotypes pt.1

☆ characters: tutor!armin x reader, roomate!eren x reader, frat boy!jean x reader

☆ up next: reuniting with one piece boys after a long time apart

☆ summary: literally just smut

☆ 18+, mdni

armin 

(1.3k)

 “Okay.. let’s try number three again.” 

You sighed, and turned towards Armin, crossing your arms in evident frustration. 

“Break? Please?” Your lips were pouted and cheeks dusted pink in frustration.

Armin felt himself getting hard again. He knew he had to keep this professional. 

He was a tutor after all. Employed by the university to help failing students. He was trying. But it was getting more and more difficult with every study session. Your skirts got shorter and shorter and shirts cut lower and lower. He stared at how your clothes stuck to your curves and how you swayed when you walked. 

“Sure,” he said, “Break.” Giving you a small smile. 

Neither of you moved at first, his hand stayed on your shoulder. 

It was a quiet night. No particularly loud frat parties or football games. There was a window in Armin’s room and you could see a lot of the campus. It was dark outside and cool in the room. The light hum of the air conditioner ran in the background. And the buzz of his desk lamp cast a golden hue on the sides of your faces. Armin looked at your face. Your lips were pink, and round. The slight pout you wore on your face was adorable, and he could feel his heart beating in his throat. It was getting late and the homework had been harder than either of you had expected.

You liked your influence on him. Watching how, as long as you asked nicely, he would always give in to what you wanted. Usually you’d beg for a short break and go to the library café for a latte, or peruse the different aisles of books with him. But there was always some kind of distracting factor that prevented you from being alone together. 

Tonight it was only you. 

You softly nibbled on your bottom lip, unsure of what to say. 

“Armi-”

“Y/n-”

“Oh sorry, go ahead.”

“No, that’s okay,” Armin insists that you go first.

“Well, I- it’s embarrassing.” 

“Try me.”

A furious blush painted your face and you could no longer stand to make eye contact with your tutor.  

You didn’t know what to say.

Telling him ‘I’m horny and I get wet when you say my name’ didn’t seem like the best course of action.

“Y/n?”

You shifted uncomfortably in his chair. 

Slowly, you reached a hand out to him.

He always dressed very neatly. Today’s outfit was a white button down and fitted dress pants.

Tentatively, you took a button between your fingers and toyed with it, batting your lashes to look up at him.

“I just,” you watched a blush start to spread across his face, and blinked your eyes downward to look between his thighs.

The welcoming sight of a hard bulge in his pants urged you to continue.

“I just really, really like you. I think you’re so smart and… and handsome, and-”

Armin wrapped an arm around you, lifting you out of your chair and onto his lap, before pressing an eager kiss to your mouth.

His lips were soft and he slipped his tongue between your teeth, lightly moaning into your mouth.

Of course, Armin knew exactly what you wanted. Walking into his dorm room with the shortest skirt he’d ever seen, pouting at him whenever you got frustrated, sneaking looks at him when you thought he wasn’t aware.

He pressed his mouth into yours, and sat you on top of his bulge, before sliding a finger down to your panties.

“Mmf- pleashe,” you pleaded, your words muffled as he kissed you.

He slid a long finger under the band of your panties, which were now visibly wet, a dark spot spreading over the light pink fabric. 

The smooth pad of his finger gave your clit a few swipes, before he reached down further to spread your slickness across your clit, granting him more friction.

Wet sounds filled the room and you moaned against his shoulders, struggling to sit up straight.

“Wan’ fu-fuck you,” you whined, grinding your wet panties against him.

“Okay, pretty girl,” Armin carried you to the bed, lying you on your back.

He unbuttoned his pants, throwing them to the side.

He was bigger than you’d expected, you could clearly see the outline of his dick against the thin fabric of his boxers and felt butterflies in your stomach at the thought of trying to take him.

He pulled his cock out, it had a thick vein running up the underside of it. His hair was neatly trimmed and even though he wasn’t thick he was long.

His tip was flushed pink and pre-cum dribbled out of it. 

Your mouth salivated at the sight and you squirmed your hips up towards him in a pathetic display of need.

You both let out soft moans as he dragged the head of his dick up and down your sticky slit, long strands of your slick sticking to him each time he pulled away.

“‘Min p-please,” you whined, desperate to feel him inside you.

“So wet,” he purred, “Tell me if it hurts okay?”

Armin tentatively pushed the head in, earning soft moans from your pretty little mouth that left his cock throbbing inside you.

Slowly, he started fucking you, your cunt stretching to his length.

“You’re so tight,” he said, almost wincing. 

You started moving your own hips to meet his strokes halfway, mewing each time he was buried in you completely, feeling him rub against your sweet spot with every thrust.

“Wanted you to, mm, fuck me f-for so long,” you breathed, already feeling tension sart to build in your lower stomach.

Armin brought a hand to your pussy and rubbed soft circles on your puffy clit, now throbbing with pleasure.

Your whines were more frequent now, and you could feel your cunt clenching around him as he started to bury his cock deeper into you.

“Ah, s-so good baby, you feel so good,” Armin moaned, bringing his lips down to meet yours. 

Pretty moans spilled from your lips, and into his mouth.

His soft tongue slipped between your lips, further muffling your whines.

You were both getting close.

Completely cock drunk you mewled into the kiss, and spit dribbled out of your mouth.

Your nails were digging into Armin’s back and he groaned in satisfaction at the sharp pain.

He was fucking you at a relentless pace, and your legs were starting you shake.

“Close, baby,” he mumbled, “‘m close.”

“G-gonna cum,” you cried, feeling his tip kiss your g-spot with every movement of his hips.

“Please cum for me baby, please,” Armin panted into your mouth, kissing you between words.

The perverted sounds of your wet pussy getting pounded filled the room, mixing with the sounds of both of your whiny moans and cries, as you neared orgasm.

“A-armin, don’t stop,” you begged, the coil in your stomach tightening.

He licked his fingers and rubbed your clit impossibly fast.

“Mmf, ah, cumming baby.”

A relieving sensation flooded your body and you arched your back as waves of pleasure coursed through you, leaving your entire cunt aching and pulsing around him.

Armin’s breath hitched, and he gripped the sheets harder as he reached his peak.

“C-cumming, cumming,” he pushed his cock impossibly deep inside you, drawing cries from your throat .

“You feel so good, baby, I’m gonna fill you up,” he panted into your mouth, leaving wet kisses.

Hot, thick pumps of cum poured into your pussy, leaking warm liquid onto Armin’s sheets. 

He’d fucked you completely stupid, your pretty little head could only think of Armin. 

He pulled out, pressing soft kisses across your chest and up your neck.

“Shower?” he asked, brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face.

You nodded, too tired to verbally respond.

Armin chuckled at your half-assed response, “Tired, baby?” 

You nodded again, this time feeling your eyes start to flutter closed.

You were exhausted from all the homework, and his bed was so comfy.

“Stay the night,” you heard him say.

You opened your eyes and looked at him. 

“I’ll walk you to class tomorrow.” 

eren

(1.5k)

You were hot. Really, really hot.

Eren knew it, you knew it, and your boyfriend knew it.

The short shorts around the house, the panties laying around, the innocent looks you gave Eren when he’d talk to you. You were driving him insane.

Between him and his roommate, your roommate definitely deserved you. But that wasn’t Eren’s problem. He didn’t need to deserve you. Because he simply wanted you.

In his mind, that was reason enough that he should have you.

So when he heard  of your suspicion that you were getting cheated on he used it to his full advantage.

It was around one in the morning when he heard you get up and walk towards the bathroom. He quietly made his way towards you, planning to ‘accidentally’ bump into you when you walked out. 

But after hearing soft sniffles come from behind the door, he got a different idea.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hey, sweetheart, I really need to piss.”

“Go away, Eren,” you sniffled, “Please.”

The door swung open and you wiped your face on the back of your sweater sleeves. 

Eren walked in and you tried to make your way back to your room but he was standing at the door, with his arms up on the door frame.

“It’s pretty late, no? You should go back to bed. I’m sure he’s wondering where you are.”

You fought back tears, not eager at all to cry in front of Eren. You knew he could be an asshole and you really weren’t close enough to feel comfortable venting to him. 

After all it was just a lingering suspicion, a small doubt-

“Oh I see. 

Looks like you finally caught him, hm?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Tears started flooding out of your eyes, and you pressed a towel to your mouth to try and stifle the sobs not wanting to wake your boyfriend.

You’d had a sick feeling about it for a while now. Text messages late at night, checking his phone at angles that hid his screen from you, emotionally withdrawing. In reality, you’d known for weeks. 

But you hadn’t exactly wanted Eren, of all people, to confirm that.

You felt his hand on your back, rubbing small circles in an unexpected effort to comfort you.

Maybe he felt bad about it.

You looked up at him in the mirror, not able to identify what emotion was on his face.

He clearly didn’t have any genuine sympathy, but he also didn’t seem happy.

“I just- I never thought that he’d.. you know.” 

“Cheat?”

You nodded, starting to softly cry again.

Maybe it was your emotional vulnerability, or maybe you were just naïve, but when Eren lifted and sat you on the bathroom counter you didn’t protest.

You sat facing him, and he stood between your thighs.

Eren used the rough pad of his thumb to wipe the tears falling from your eyes. 

He was looking at you like you were pathetic, a condescending smile painting his face. 

“Aw, sweetheart,” he mocked, “You look so pretty when you cry.”

You batted his hand away.

Eren grabbed your wrist with surprising force and pulled you closer towards him.

“See, the thing is,” he purred, “I think that you could do a lot better.

You’re wasting your own time, it’s pathetic.”

Tears slowly rolled out of your eyes. You desperately needed some kind of comfort, and Eren was being so mean. 

He took both of your wrists into one hand and grabbed your chin with the other, firmly tilting your head upward.

“I’ve heard you, at night,” he started, “He doesn’t fuck you very well does he?”

You tried to look away from him but his grip was unrelenting. As if this wasn’t humiliating enough already.

You shook your head letting a teardrop roll onto his thumb.

“Then let me give you what he can’t.”

You weakly tried to push him away from you, but he didn’t budge.

Eren laughed, taking your wrists in his hands, “C’mon, kitty, we both know you’re stronger than that.” 

He moved in closer towards you, and you let out a small breath when you felt him getting hard against you through his sweatpants. 

You didn’t respond to him, and shifted your hips into his bulge. 

“Good girl,” he purred.

Guilt pooled in your stomach, and your eyes were still glassy, but Eren was… well, Eren had always been handsome. He was tall, and his hair was thrown into a messy bun. His hands were calloused and the way that he was looking at you like you were something to eat was causing something else to pool in your panties.

He flicked his gaze down towards your shorts and slipped a long finger underneath the waistband.

“Please…” 

You looked up at him, softly grinding your hips against him, begging him to do something.

Your eyes were still wet, and your lips were red and swollen.

Eren relinquished the last bit of self control he had and pulled your shorts down.

You had on a pair of lacy white panties, brand new.

He let out a light laugh, slipping them off and stuffing them in his pocket.

He knelt down and let his face hover over you for a few seconds, mesmerized by how you dripped for him. 

He licked a long stripe from your pulsing hole to your clit, lubricating you in spit and your own wetness.

You leaned back, your back touching the cool mirror, moaning as he started licking small circles around your clit.

He stood back up, pulling his sweatpants down. 

The imprint of his dick against his boxers was… intimidating, to say the least.

He pulled the waistband down, pulling himself out.

He was big. Very big.

His tip was a dark red and had a long vein running up the underside. Precum glazed his tip and it looked like he hadn’t shaved in months.

He pulled you closer to the edge of the counter so he could line himself up with you.

He gently tapped your clit with his head a few times, drinking up how nervous you looked now that you’d seen his cock.

He guided your hands to his hips, with surprising tenderness.

Slowly, Eren lined himself up with your slit, gently pushing in.

He bit his lip as he tried to adjust himself to your tightness, his breathing getting heavier.

You mewled as he started to move. 

He was completely stretching you out. You could feel the slight burn as he bottomed out, just barely missing your cervix. 

“Feel ok, kitty?”

You nodded, slightly hesitant. He was much bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with. 

Slowly, Eren started rocking his hips. His small thrusts felt more delicious and pleasurable than you’d expected; he clearly knew what he was doing.

Soft moans poured out of your lips and Eren drank them up.

He picked up his pace, gently rubbing your clit to ease

His pace was violent and unrelenting. 

You could feel your cervix bruising from his length and drooled at the sight of a creamy white ring forming around the base of his cock.

“Too much ‘ren,” you pressed your palms to his chest, trying to get him to slow down his pace, “C-can’t take it!”

He laughed, ignoring your pathetic whines.

“If you’re gonna act like a slut, then shut the fuck up and let me fuck you like one.”

You swallowed any further complaint and let him use your body.

The bathroom filled with lewd sounds of your hips slapping together, muffled only by the desperate pants you released as Eren pounded into you. 

“G-gonna cum, ‘ren,” you whined.

He pressed his lips to yours, kissing and sucking your lips, letting his tongue slip in and out of your mouth.

“Mmf! Mm-”

Eren brought his hand to your tits, lightly brushing your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt.

You felt your stomach tightening, your nails digging into his sculpted shoulders.

He winced, and you felt his thrust start to get sloppier and his breath catch.

You pulled him in closer to you, wincing as he licked a wet stripe on your neck.

Your gummy walls fluttered against Eren, providing you both with the last bit of stimulation you needed. 

Cum flooded your pussy in thick, hot spurts. 

Eren slowly pulled out, and you both looked down to watch it spill onto the bathroom counter.

It mixed with your own and you blushed as Eren let it pool onto his finger before softly pushing it back into you.

Your breath was heavy and ragged, and Eren’s matched.

“Not bad, kitty.” 

You both heard the distant sound of a door opening.

Fuck. 

Eren winked, leaving you alone in the bathroom, the faint sound of footsteps coming from your boyfriend’s room down the hall.  

“See you in the morning.” 

jean

 (1.7k)

Jaeger: yo kirstein… party tn??

Jean turned his phone off and rolled over. 

He hadn’t slept in weeks. 

He’d had his fair share of college hookups throughout his stay at university, and a good amount of them ended messily. 

Casual affairs that lasted a month or two and ended in a broken hearted girl and indifferent boy.

Jean knew he wasn’t ready for a real relationship. That commitment didn’t suit him. 

So why was he so hung up on you?

Probably because you were the hottest girl he’d ever seen, and you didn’t give him the time of day. You had ‘more important things to be worrying about’, at least, that was what you told him. 

It had only been a few dates, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

His chest tightened with every text he sent you that was left on delivered. 

That word left a pit in his stomach and kept him up at night.

You had him whipped. All he could think about was you.

It was worse when you gave him the occasional half assed flirty text back and he caught himself up in his own naivety praying for more. 

Jean: nah man, i’m good

Jeager: L

Jean made his way to the kitchen, making the now rare emergence from his room. 

“Jean!! You going to the party tonight? Eren just texted me,” his roommated wasn’t one to turn down an invitation.

“Hey, Connie. Nah man, I'm gonna stay in for the night.”

Connie shot him a look.

“Oh okay.. but,” a sly smile spread across his face, “I’m pretty sure she’s gonna be there.”

It was only 10pm and there was already nowhere to park. 

Your palms were sweaty and then 6 missed calls on your phone from a certain someone weren’t helping.

Your friend offered to drop you off so you could get in and meet you inside. 

“Thanks Sasha!”

You hopped out and made your way up the stairs.

It smelled like weed and alcohol before you’d even gotten inside, and from the looks of it there’d be plenty of both to spare. 

You grabbed a drink and made your way to the patio area.

You quickly scanned the area for any familiar faces and saw Eren. He was popular in your Intro to Ethics class. To say he was struggling would be an understatement, and a sort of acquaintance formed out of your willingness to help him.

“Hey Eren!”

“Y/n! Didn’t think I’d see you here sweetheart.” 

You slightly blushed at the nickname.

“Want a better drink than that?” He gestured towards the unopened White Claw in your hands and you nodded. 

He winked and went to grab you a drink. 

“Thanks,” you said, taking a few sips. 

Eren was easy to talk to, his friends were friendly and made you laugh while you stood with them waiting for Sasha. 

You hadn’t even noted the time passing until Sasha walked up to you complaining about how long it took to find parking.

Sasha seemed to know everyone from the group you were with and melted into the conversation with ease.

You felt a slight buzz going to your head as you got your third refill. 

The loud music and vibrant lights started to get fuzzy as your senses dulled. 

You felt like dancing and considered asking Eren.

You giggled a little bit, “Er-”

“Hey! Y/n!”

Uh-oh. 

You turned to look, and just as quickly turned back around letting out a small gasp.

“See you Tuesday,” Eren laughed, stepping back, allowing you to make your way back inside.

“H-hold on! Damn it, Jeager,” the voice said. 

You sped up slightly and made a sharp right veering towards a bathroom. 

A warm hand grabbed onto yours, turning you towards him.

“Just let me talk to you, please.” 

“Leave me alone Jean.” 

“Just listen-”

“Look, I’ve probably had too much to drink and based on the fact that you’re talking to me at all, so have you.”

“Why don’t you want to talk?” 

“Please. You don’t have thirty five other girls to talk to?”

“No,” he laughed dryly, “And even if I did, I want to talk to you.” 

Jean stepped towards you.

You looked away, trying to hide your pathetic blush from him. 

Even in your intoxicated state a persistent nagging at the back of your mind was sure to remind you that in the morning you’d regret this, but you didn’t move back. 

“Please?” he asked. 

Jean was a lot taller than you. He wrapped a large hand around your waist and your chest was snug against his sternum. 

You furrowed your brow and tried to push him off you. 

 A dry laugh escaped his throat, his fingers tightened around your waist.

Though he was usually carefree and flirty, Jean could be imposing when he wanted. He had this air of superiority around him that did him immense favors when he felt like getting something he wanted.

A taut smile pulled at his lips as he looked down at you.

You could feel your heart beating in your chest, a warm feeling spreading throughout your lower stomach area and down your thighs.

You met two months ago when you impulsively decided to let him fuck your brains out at a party. He was so much bigger than you and his hands drug you up and down against his length so easily, that you had to fight the urge to tell him you loved him mid-desperate frat party sex. 

You hadn’t wanted it to go any further than that. You knew who Jean Kirstein was, and there probably wasn’t a woman on campus who didn’t. 

He’d left girl after girl broken hearted. 

But he asked you so sweetly on a date that you couldn’t say no.

Common sense snapped in after date number four and you came to your senses, cutting it off with him.

You’d prided yourself in how well you had resisted the urge to ask him for more. It felt like you were doing the impossible everytime you ignored one of his texts.

But now, finding yourself sandwiched between a wall and his chest, you weren’t sure you’d do too well. 

“I miss you, princess,” he said, with a revolting sincerity, “I thought we had something good.”

You bit your lip, hoping to stop yourself from saying anything you’ll regret tomorrow morning.

A suffocating pause fills the space between the two of you.

“We went on three dates,” you said, looking at him, “And it’s not like I’m stupid. I know your reputation.”

Jean scoffed. 

“Know it? Baby, you contributed to it. Or have we forgotten how we met, hm?”

You kept quiet. 

He was right. You couldn’t exactly judge him for something you helped accomplish. 

“I definitely haven’t forgotten,” you said, feeling a sudden burst of confidence swell in your chest, though it may have been desire, “I think about it all the time.”

Jean perked up at this.

“Seriously?”

You smirked at him, placing your hand over his and guiding him towards your chest,

“Find out.” 

Jean pushed you against the wall, his lips roughly smashing against yours.

Fervent desperation danced on his tongue as he slipped it into your mouth, his hands winding down your body, grabbing harshly at the fat of your ass.

You whined into his mouth, reaching for the handle to the bathroom door.

The combined body weight swung the door open as the handle lowered and Jean wasted no time seating you on the sink, hurriedly unbuttoning his jeans.

You reached behind yourself to unhook your bra and helped him take his boxers off.

You hopped off the counter and knelt on the ground in front of him. 

Looking up at him, you gently took his dick in your hands and gave his pink tip a few tentative licks.

He bit down and you saw tension spread throughout his body.

A soft hand rested on the back of your head and he slowly started to guide you up and down his length.

You pouted your lips out and let spit well in your mouth, dripping down his cock as you started to suck him off.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he panted, “That’s good- really good.”

You stroked the lower half of him with your right hand, squeezing his length with just enough pressure to get him moaning.

Your mouth was wet and warm and Jean felt his mind going numb. He was finally getting what he wanted. You.

You felt the grip on the back of your head tighten and let out a soft moan against his aching dick at the slight pain from his hold on you.

“Like that, pretty?” 

You nodded.

Jean placed his other hand on the back of your head and held you in place, starting to slowly fuck your throat, sliding himself in further with every stroke.

You could feel his pubes tickling your nose as you gagged against him each time.

Tears pooled on your lower lash line and saliva was dripping from your mouth onto the floor.

Your pink panties were soaked through and you could feel the slick wetness coming from your pussy running down your thighs.

Something about Jean was so devastatingly attractive. 

His moans weren’t loud but they were frequent and breathy. 

The grip on your head started to loosen and his strokes were getting slower.

You started to move at your own pace again, using your hands to take the rest of his length.

“Gonna cum,” he winced.

You locked your lips around him, continuing to suck his tip as you felt warm pumps of cum sliding down your throat. 

His hips stuttered as you kept going and he sharply inhaled at the overstimulation.

“T-too much- too much.”

You released him with a wet pop! 

You swallowed and accepted his hand as he helped you up.

He picked you up and sat you down on the counter.

Jean leant in and pressed another kiss to your lips. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him into you by his collar, feeling his arms wrap around your waist.

“So… about that fourth date,” you said, lightly laughing. 

Jean smiled at you, kissing your cheek. 

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Oh shit!”

You both started laughing.

“One second!” Jean called. 

You got your clothes back on and waited for Jean. 

“Oh, and princess?” Jean started, zipping his jeans back up.

“Hm?”

“Answer my calls next time.”

[missmeasured]

I made some fluff!

Severus Snape and The Chamber of Secret Growing Affections and Confusing Feelings

Word count :1200 ish

Severus Snape x Gender Neutral Object of Affection

Warnings: a swear word or two.

Summary: The new teacher's assistant is charming in a way that Severus can’t help but be affected by.

“Oh bollocks.” Snape muttered under his breath as he rounded the corner into his classroom and found the new teacher’s assistant hanging out of the cupboards on the far side of his classroom.

The new aid was something of a conundrum for Severus. They were irritatingly charming. And not in the usual way that charming people were irritating. They did not force their attentions on people, rather they had an annoying tendency of drawing them in and making them laugh when they least expected it.

Just yesterday in the staff room everyone was gathered around slagging off the new Defense against the Dark arts hire, Gilderoy Lockhart, and the sweet smiley thing had made him choke on his cup of tea with unexpected laughter when they had called him a “caped cunt”. Snape hated to admit it, but they really lit up a room, especially with unexpected vulgarities. Severus felt so uncomfortable with this newfound sensation of being grateful when the stranger arrived to join his normal comfortable group. It was contrary to his nature.

The other reason Severus was consistently made so uncomfortable by the teacher’s assistant was currently staring him in the face. The eager thing had purchased themselves several repeats of what they no doubt deemed a suitable aspiring teacher’s apparel. On its surface the clothes were guilty of nothing, plain white shirts, and several colours of the same set of tweed wool garments. It was the fit that was the problem. They had so nicely chosen a cut that suited their body and the wool clung then swept away in a manner most enticing.Their waistcoats truly drew the eye in, two rows of brass buttons on each one in a V shape. It was not good either way, look down the V and there was their waist, looking like it needed hands placed on either side and look up the V and their chest was there, so nicely encapsulated in wool and white shirt. Now this fresh hell of their rear end protruding from his cupboards when he had not expected to be so presented with it.

“Oh Severus! Is that you?” They exclaimed when they hear his approaching footsteps. They started wiggling out of there and the Potion’s Master forced himself to look away. “I don’t want you to think I’m snooping. I saw your list you left me on your desk and I saw no reason not to get started right away since you have a free period. So far I took out all the textbooks and cleaned them. I was just getting rid of some cobwebs before I put them back.” They announced cheerfully as they stood up.

Snape nodded. “Thank you.” He said tightly, for he could think of nothing else to say. He noticed today’s necktie was green with white dots. They had seventeen colours of necktie and counting. It bothered the dungeon bat that he knew how many neckties he had seen them wear. It bothered him more that they had a black snooty mark on their nose and it was disgustingly adorable.

“You have something on the end of your nose.” He informed dutifully. They fished for a handkerchief and wiped at their face.

“Did I get it?” They asked.

“No.” Severus answered and then, before he knew what was coming next they had taken their glasses off and were looking up at him with their surprisingly lovely eyes and wiping at their nose more, leaning in closer, asking for assurance that they have gotten it now. Worse, they hadn’t gotten it, leaving Severus no choice but to take the handkerchief from their outstretched hand and dab at the tip of their nose and now that their glasses were pushed up into their hair he could see there was more on their cheek. He followed the soot across the face of the annoyingly alluring aid.

“Thanks!” They smiled as he finished. “I have an appointment to help the golden blunder after you, and you know how foppish he is. Would probably send me off the scrub up before I was allowed to enter his rooms.” They laughed and magiced the books back into the newly clean selves. “What else can I help you with, Severus?”

Why did his name sound different in their mouth? Why did their voice colour it in that way? “Nothing really. Early in the school year I do not need much assistance. In a few weeks if you can help me run potions result testing, I find that the most useful.” Severus informed.

“Ah gotcha. Test the sleeping draughts and what not?” They ask, putting their glasses back on.

“Yes.” Snape answers, feeling the need to step away now that the cleaning of the smudge was complete but not wanting to make it uncomfortable.

“As long as you promise not to make fun of me if I snore!”

“I don’t make…fun…”

“I’ll make it fun. Don’t worry.” They winked at him. Actually winked at him. “If you don’t want to use me any more I guess I’ll go see Clocktart.” They rolled their eyes, which got so sparkly when they were smiling. Severus suddenly felt he must have tied his neckcloth too tightly.

“If you wish… I could scrounge up some more things to do if you would rather spend time down here than go up to see him.” Severus offered tentatively.

“Could you?” They asked, turning back from leaving and coming back over. “Gilderoy really has no trouble treating me like a lackey. I’d love to hang out down here if you have something for me.”

Severus didn’t really have anything for them to do, he suddenly realized. He had been about to brew an example potion for his 7th years. “How are you at chopping?”

“I’ve been told I’m quite good with my hands.” The little grin at the corner of their mouth always made Severus feel quite wary. Is that smirk friendly? Couldn’t possibly be anything more than friendly.

“Well if you’d like, you can help me prep ingredients. I will have to check your work, I’m very exacting when it comes to preparation. Just so you know what you’re getting yourself into.” The head of Slytherin warned.

“Oh I don’t mind you looking over my shoulder. I’ve always been glad when someone tells me what to do and exactly how to do it.”

There were a great deal of things Severus would like to show them exactly how to do. He had to shake them all out of his head. It was only September. There were a lot more months of having this tweed covered, bespectacled, smiley person under his nose and he knew he needed to stop mistaking their twinkly eyes for flirtation.

Still, later in the morning when they called him over and asked him to correct their form using his hands he had to wonder. When they walked behind him while he stirred, they placed a hand on his back. Just to let him know they were behind him? When they got them both a glass of water while Severus was in the middle of brewing without his asking for one.

When the potion was finished and they were on their way out, they stopped right beside Severus, rested their fingertips on his wrist and said “Thanks for saving me from spending all day with that self obsessed nightmare. You’re my hero.”

So many possible responses came to mind and none quite right so Severus just smiled and tried not to read into the lingering fingers. He went back to to the brew, preparing a vial, and he almost didn’t realise the lingering smile he wore on his lips. When he did, he whispered “Bullocks” under his breathe once more.

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yes chef - j.t.k

warnings: SMUT, jake is an asshole at the start lol sorry, unprotected sex, dirty talk

author’s note: watched the bear today and i just..had to. byeeee hope you enjoy

friday evening was always, always the busiest of the week.

the fast-paced, frantic atmosphere of working in a diner was par for the course, you knew this; but friday would always loom over you, a ticking time bomb waiting to explode, getting louder with every order sent back to the kitchen.

“hands! can i get some fucking hands?”

the head chef, jake, yelled out for the tenth time in under five minutes. he bustled around the kitchen, doing vegetable prep, snatching utensils out of the sous chef’s hands and stirring, brushing the occasional stray hair out of his face.

“what exactly do you think is wrong with this sauce, rob?” jake asked, holding onto the handle of a pan, shoving it in rob’s face.

“it broke.” rob muttered, casting a careful eye towards the shorter man, who still managed to tower over him.

“it fucking broke! if you want to fuck up recipes, find somewhere else to crawl to like the scum you are, okay?” jake lashed out cruelly, storming over to the garbage to dump the blackened, congealed thing that was once a sauce.

“yes, chef.”

jake never took stress well. he was an excellent leader, a kind friend when he wanted to be and a damn good chef. he was insanely talented, and held himself to an impossible standard- it just so happened that he also held the rest of his staff to that same standard, and it often felt like no one could ever be good enough.

friday was always when the thin line of patience jake barely managed to stretch to last the week would snap, unleashing hell on his staff and making the pressure of the job even stronger, until everyone could barely stand to be in the red hot room.

after working at the diner for six months, you had slowly began to fit nicely into the place. you and your fellow waiters got on well, and your relationships with the chefs grew to a friendly, teasing spot, where you knew if you batted your eyelashes and leaned over the counter with the top button of your shirt undone just so, they would whip up that order of fries you and the chefs knew you had forgotten to put in with the rest of the table.

tonight, it seemed, you were jake’s victim. from the moment you had clocked in, he hurled demands and insults to you, shoving hot plates into your hands before you were ready and ignoring when you cried out, forcefully moving your body with his large hands every time you were even slightly in his way. you were very quickly becoming frustrated and upset with his treatment, biting back tears when he shoulders you out of the way and calls you something foul.

“hands, people, hands! i got two orders sitting here getting cold!” jake shouted, throwing a look over his shoulder to discern exactly where his waiting staff were.

you were leaning against the counter, reading an order, feeling a bead of sweat roll down the back of your neck. your entire body was warm and trembling with anxiety- your feet ached, your back was stiff and the pads of your fingers were tingling after hours of hauling burning hot plates around.

running an absentminded hand over your forehead, you wipe sweat from your brow, your other hand still sweeping over the order. you were sure you missed something, you just couldn’t remember what. it was very often the case that you would wake up after a long shift, frustratedly yelling out about the burger you had forgotten to ask for without pickles.

in your quest to find whatever was missing from your order, you tuned out the loud noises of the kitchen. you elected to ignore jake’s frantic yelling, and the sounds of pans slamming against the stove.

“hey! what the fuck are you doing?”

something swatted the back of your leg, and you finally direct your attention back towards the kitchen to find jake stood behind you, his face red and sweaty, his eyebrows creased into a scowl.

the dirty rag he would sling over the top of his shoulder dangled from his clenched fist, a throb of anger overtaking your body.

“did you just hit me with your rag?” you ask, eyes wide.

“why the fuck are you just standing there when you have two orders to be getting out?” jake shot back, using his free hand to push the hair sticking to his forehead away.

“i was just-”

“- you were just what, slacking? not doing what i told you to do because you have no fucking work ethic and i should just fire you on the spot?” his voice began to raise as he spoke, his eyes growing darker and darker.

“chef, i wasn’t-”

“- hey, shut up. i don’t want to hear your excuses, i want you to do what you’re fucking told. run those plates out. now.”

jake took two plates from the counter, shoving them into your hands forcefully before turning back towards the stove. you stood, shell-shocked and glued to the floor.

of course, you had been the subject of his anger before, but this was relentless. as you walk back into the kitchen on unsteady feet, his eyes immediately latch onto you, waves of trepidation drowning you until your heart thumped uncomfortably against your ribcage.

“oh, she can do her job! hear that everyone? our little waitress can actually listen to an order for once and not fuck it up!”

“i’m taking my ten.” you say hurriedly, despite it being fifteen minutes to closing time.

“and now she’s running away because it’s too hard!”

you rolled your eyes, slamming down an empty plate onto the counter before shoving the door open and escaping into the only marginally cooler evening air.

quickly lighting a cigarette, you sink to the floor in a heap of shaking limbs and soon your chest begins to heave with sobs. the words which seemed to roll so easily off of jake’s harsh tongue had dug beneath your skin, uncomfortably nestling themselves in the center of your chest until you couldn’t seem to drag in a single calm breath.

he could just be so mean. you knew it was only because he wanted everything to be perfect, but his attitude had an affect you weren’t entirely sure he was aware of. on a regular day, he joked and flirted with the waitresses just like the rest of the chefs, and you often felt something more than just playful banter when you looked at him, but the busiest night of the week always tested everyone’s patience and frankly, their ability to work as a team.

the door creaked open, and you look up to find rob standing with a plastic cup of water in his hand, a soft, coaxing smile upon his face.

“i’m not going back in there, robbie.” you say bluntly, taking a drag of your cigarette.

“he is on one tonight, sweetpea. you just gotta push through it.” he tried, his words just barely getting cut off by a scoff from your lips.

“what the fuck did i do? what makes him think he can be like that?” you rant, flicking the ash from your cigarette as you speak.

“doll, do you think if i knew i would let him be like that? he’s just an ass on friday, you know this.”

“i know.” you whisper, staring dejectedly at the brick wall in front of you.

“cmon, let’s get back inside.”

“why, is he asking for me?”

“something like that, yeah.”

pushing yourself up off the floor, you stamp out your cigarette before trailing reluctantly behind rob and through the open door. jake’s voice floated from the kitchen, and you quickly wipe your tears from the tops of your cheeks.

everyone was packing up for the night, dishes being done quickly by equally harassed-looking sous chefs, waiters anxiously mopping the floors of the diner, while jake stormed around the kitchen shoving pans into the sink and adding to the pot washers’ pile.

“you. stay behind after close.” jake points a finger in your face as he approaches, his eyes hard and angry.

“yes, chef.” you whisper, feeling his shoulder barge yours before you can even open your mouth.

you assist where you can, ignoring the sympathetic smiles sent your way when you pass plates or when you stack chairs on the tables- everyone was vastly aware of what was awaiting you in jake’s office.

comforting pats on your back from your coworkers were received with noncommittal grunts from the back of your throat, and when it’s finally just you standing absently in the darkened and empty kitchen, you feel your fingers begin to shake.

lifting your fist, you knock on jake’s office door. you hear a hum, his voice inviting you to crack open the door and step inside- despite your complete reluctance to do so, you take a deep breath and tread gently into the room.

jake was sitting at his small desk, reading over a shipment form, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration. he had taken off his overshirt, and wore a simple white shirt with dark jeans. his hair was still tied back, his hairline wet with sweat.

“you told me to see you after we close up, so i’m here.” you huff, shutting the door behind yourself out of habit, even though there was no one to interrupt you both.

“i did. do you know why i asked you to do that?” he still neglects to look up from the sheet of paper in his hands, eyes scanning over the words.

“not really, no.”

“really, you don’t have a clue?” he hums.

“nope.” you say, rolling on the balls of your feet to relieve some of the ache.

his eyes finally flick up to look at you, setting down the paper as he does so. cocking his head to the left, his lips tug into a faint smirk, and you bristle at his amusement.

“i want to talk about your inability to follow orders.” he speaks quietly, his husky voice only made more gravelly by a night full of yelling.

you stand awkwardly, unsure of what to say. it wasn’t like you were an idiot, jake was just hard on all of you.

“i can follow orders, chef.” you mumble.

“i don’t think you can.” he shoots back quickly, lifting his eyebrows.

“yes, i can! you’re just an asshole- it’s not my fault you choose to be a bitch over nothing.” you snap, frustratedly bunching your fists into the skirt of your uniform.

“okay, come here.” he says, placing his hands on his thighs.

you take a step towards him, taking in a ragged breath. he angles his chin to watch your face as you slowly inch your way towards him, as if he was a wild animal you weren’t so sure was going to stay calm.

“no, here.” he emphasises, patting his thigh.

“you want me to sit in your lap?” you ask incredulously.

“can you follow orders or not?” he questions, widening his eyes.

you cautiously lower yourself into his lap, perching yourself on his strong thigh and placing a hand on his chest to steady yourself. his arm wraps around your back, holding you closer to his hot body.

“now, do you want to explain to me why you stormed off earlier?” he asks, using a single finger to brush your hair away from your shoulder.

“well- because you, uh, because-” you find yourself stammering, your face flushing red.

his free hand rests heavy on your thigh, his thumb rubbing up and down over your bare skin. you watch his hand with dumbfounded concentration, unable to wrench your eyes away from the tendons and veins moving underneath his skin.

“because why, flower?” he murmurs, his voice low and careful in your ear.

“because you were yelling at me.” your voice falls into a quiet, huffy register, your lips pouting.

he mirrors your pout, poking his bottom lip out while his large brown eyes scan over your face. his hand is still stroking over your thigh, ghosting softly across the expanse of your skin, the warmth of his hand rendered useless against the goosebumps covering your leg.

“i’m sorry i yelled. i just get stressed, y’know?” his face hovers close to yours, and you are remarkably aware of how near his lips are to your jaw.

“yeah, well, find another way to relieve your stress. it’s unfair and you’re rude to everyone.” you mumble, feeling his quiet sigh ruffle your hair.

“i know i am, you know i don’t mean it.”

you remain silent, still pouting and watching his fingers trace over your leg, desperately trying to ignore the warmth between your thighs.

“c’mon baby, forgive me.”

lifting your eyes to meet his, he lifts his eyebrows expectantly, blinking slowly while he chews on his bottom lip.

“but…” you trail off, letting your hand sit on top of his, tugging and playing with his long fingers.

“but what, flower?”

“but you were mean to me.” he nods slowly, leaning only slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“can i make it up to you? y’know, remind you that you’re my favourite?” you feel his eyes staring up at yours, but you instead choose to focus on his hand tangling with yours.

“i’m your favourite?” you ask quietly, a small smile peeking through your pout.

“of course you are. you’re my favourite girl.”

your cheeks heat up even more under his soft touch, his gentle voice and his contrasting, intense stare. he lets go of your hand to touch your thigh again, smoothing it up higher and higher until it disappeared under your creased skirt.

“chef, you have to promise me something.” you blurt out quickly, holding onto his wrist and finding his eyes again.

“anything for you.”

“you have to be nice to me.”

“okay, baby. i’ll be really nice to you from now on, alright? let me start right now.” he whispers against your ear.

his fingers press against your panties, slinking down to cup over the dampness he caused. he hummed quietly, watching you flush a bright red before smoothing a kiss over your hot cheek.

you let your legs fall open, allowing him to shift the light pink cotton to the side and brush a finger over your aching clit. he rubbed it in tight circles, torturously slow and feather light until you shifted in his lap, hoping to find more pressure against his ministrations.

despite your obvious efforts to gain more friction, jake never lets you find it. he dances over your sensitive skin, barely touching it, ignoring your quiet whines attempting to coerce him into giving you what you want.

he dips his finger inside of you, sliding in with gentle ease and curling it against your sweet spot, breathing a quiet laugh when your hips buck up at the contact.

“fuck, chef. please.” you whimper, holding tightly onto his wrist, trying to move his hand for him.

“oh, baby. you sound pretty when you say that.”

he slips his finger out of you, taking hold of your thighs and lifting you until your back is pressed against his chest, your knees resting on the tops of his thighs. he soon finds his way back between your legs, working his finger in gently.

you try to move down on his finger, but he stops you with his spare hand, holding your stomach tightly.

“let me take my time with you, flower.” he whispers into your hair, pressing a kiss against the side of your neck.

“please. more. i need more.” you gasp, writhing around to find any semblance of friction.

he adds a second finger inside of you, and takes your hand wrapped around his wrist, pressing it against your clit. you start rubbing, letting out a moan barely trapped between your lips float out into the small room.

jake begins to move his fingers in time with yours, watching transfixed as you tip your head back, letting you roam your free hand over his face until it finds his hair. you tug his hair free from its hair tie, smoothing over his soft waves before threading your fingers through them, tightly tugging away at him.

he gently bites down on your neck, suckling red and purple splotches into the skin. you close your eyes when you feel a pressure start to build in your stomach, rutting your hips against both of your hands and sighing a breathy, feathering sound.

“let it go, flower. cum for me. show me how much i pissed you off today, let me make it better.” he spoke against your neck, licking a stripe up to the base of your jaw in one fluid motion.

you cry out into the air, feeling your body careen over the edge of pleasure, free falling into the sensation of jake wrapped around you, his fingers working you to your peak, his lips comforting you through your high.

you slump down in his arms, the tension slowly relieving itself while he rolls his fingers to a stop- he shifted underneath you, pressing his hips against your ass until you feel him, hard and straining in his tight jeans.

“you sounded so pretty for me, cumming on my hand. i knew you’d sound pretty but- fuck, if i could, i’d record you and play it over and over and over…” he mumbled into your hair, his lips curling into a smile when you laugh gently.

“i like the sound of that, jakey.” you press your ass against him, smiling when his breath hitches in his throat.

he trails a finger up over your stomach and chest, brushing over your throat to hook under your jaw and tug your face to his. your lips connect swiftly, moving against each other in sync, your tongues quickly melting together.

jake hums into your mouth, a low moan catching in his throat. he pulls your body right against his, grinding you down into his lap to gain some friction. you wriggle out of his hands, slinking down to your knees and facing him with a devilish smile on your lips.

“wanna suck your cock.” you mumble, your mind barely on the same plane of existence as you deal with something akin to tunnel vision, only able to concentrate on tugging jake’s pants open.

when you finally wrap your hand around him, he sighs, sinking lower into his seat and spreading his legs, anticipating the pleasure of your mouth around his cock.

you softly, almost shyly, take him into your mouth. swirling your tongue around his head and hollowing your cheeks, you quickly find a pace of bobbing your head down over him and, had your mouth not been stuffed full, you would’ve smiled at the noises you were hearing from him.

“you look fucking gorgeous on your knees, flower. should’ve had you like this sooner, six months wasted imagining this when i could’ve had the real thing.” he said, brushing his hands through your hair.

you pull off him with a pop, pumping his cock with your fist as you rest your head against his thigh, smiling up at him with wide eyes.

“in your dreams, you could’ve had me six months ago.”

“oh yeah, what changed your mind, then?” he asks.

“some asshole yelled at me.” you joke, laughing when he rolls his eyes.

“yeah, i’m awful- whatever, get back to work.” he tugs on your hair gently, guiding your mouth back towards his cock.

“yes, chef.”

with that, you resume your previous task. his hips thrust up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat until you choke, but he doesn’t seem to care all that much. he gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide you up and down at his preferred speed, grunting and moaning softly every time you swallow around him.

your nails dig into the tops of his thighs, smoothing over the denim of his pants until you find his t-shirt, sliding them under the fabric to brush over his stomach, feeling his tense muscles and his laboured breathing.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” he pants, pulling you off of him, a single strand of saliva still connecting you to him.

“and if i want you to?” you shoot back, wiping your chin.

“i’d rather do that inside of you.”

“c’mere, baby. stand up.” he handles you until you’re both stood, still clutching you close to his body.

he brushes his hands over your legs, pulling your dress up as he goes, stroking over your ass and massaging gently.

“i know i said i’d take my time with you, flower, but i really need to get all my stress out now. i just- bend over.”

his hands grow rougher, digging into your hips and pushing you down until your chest rests against the desk. he pulls your panties down, suddenly in a desperate rush to have you in any way he needed. you heard his deep sigh as he stroked himself, heard the sound of his mouth leaving a trail of saliva onto his cock.

he suddenly nudged himself inside of you, easing in slowly to allow you time to adjust. you sucked air in through your teeth at the feeling of the low burn you secretly loved, shuddering quietly when he was finally fully seated. he groans as you clench around him, arching your back.

“move, jakey. fuck me, please. use me.” you whine, slowly fucking yourself on his cock until he finally moves.

his hands grip your hips, using them as the anchor to your body as he sets a fast pace, driving himself deep into you. quiet groans and hisses of his breath set you on fire, the slapping of his thighs against yours filling the room.

his fingers dig so harshly into your skin you’re sure you’ll find bruises tomorrow, but you don’t care. you let him lose himself in the feeling of you, hot and wet and clenching around him, delighting in the sounds he couldn’t seem to control falling from his lips.

“fuck, flower. such a good girl, letting me get all my stress out- gonna have to use you like this every friday, hm? use you like my little toy and fuck you until i’m happy.” he pants out, speeding up his hips as he emphatically spurs himself on.

you snake a hand between your body and the desk, toying and rubbing at your clit, trying desperately to catch up with jake. he grunts when you clench down on his cock at the added stimulation, and you moan back in reply.

“you can use me whenever you fucking like, jakey.” you groan, your mouth hanging open.

he smooths one of his hands over your back, squeezing the top of your head before moving his fingers to blindly find your lips, pushing them into your mouth for you to suck.

his hips grow sloppy with every clench around his cock, and you’re soon grinding against your own fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as your second orgasm crashes into your body.

it takes jake no time at all to find his peak of his own, spilling into you with a loud moan you’d like to record and play over and over again if he’d let you, his hips convulsing as he continues to move inside of you.

he collapses against your back, pressing kisses wherever he could reach, whispering soft words you couldn’t quite make out through the haze of your recovery. you hummed back in reply, quiet, pathetic sounds leaving you.

“oh, flower. you’re so precious.” he spoke against your ear, feeling you shiver at his words.

reluctantly, he slips out of you. he helps you clean up, kissing the top of your head when you all but melt into his arms. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his faint cologne and curling his hair around your finger.

“does this mean you’ll be nice to me every friday now? cus i’m, y’know, your favourite.” you joke against his lips, feeling him smile into the gentle brush of a kiss.

“let me take you home and after another few rounds i’ll tell you if i wanna be nice.”

“yes, chef.”

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The Doctor’s Office

Aubrey couldn’t believe her eyes as she sat in her uncomfortable, too small chair in the empty waiting room at the OBGYN office in the early hours of the morning. 

She was sitting alone with her baby boy sitting in his carrier on the floor - it was his nine month checkup and it was taking forever to be seen.

The woman was sitting, scrolling on her phone when out of her peripheral she saw an extremely - like extremely handsome man step into the area with a carrier.

Aubrey was a married woman but holy shit this guy was hot- without even trying is the thing. 

He had on a New York Yankees Nike hoodie and a pair of Nike athletic shorts with some calf length Blake Nike socks and trainers.

In the carrier was a fresh little baby, couldn’t be older than three months who was bundled up with a sunflower headband on.

The man was multitasking with a curly haired toddler on his other hip as he finds a seat a little bit down from Aubrey on the opposite side.

His wife was standing up at the check-in and of course it made sense that she was absolutely beautiful as well even though Aubrey could relate to how tired she looked.

The woman still had a small bit of her pregnancy bump left signifying that the baby was indeed very very new to the world.

She keeps glancing over at the man, he looks so familiar but she would remember if she had even met someone that handsome.

Then the context clues hit her, his hoodie, his toddler son was also in a little Yankees hoodie that matched his fathers and Aubrey googled quickly.

Her eyes flitted throughout the recent articles.

Styles’ Alleged $65 Million Dollar Bonus

Hot Head Harry Styles - how he managed to start three bench clearing brawls in one game!

Breaking Records and Bats - Styles manages to break his own record in the same season followed by breaking a bat in celebration

Holy shit.

She could help but watch them - this was much more interesting than reading a magazine.

Aubrey didn’t follow baseball but Harry had turned celebrity status and was this well known cocky dickhead to the media - women and men loved and drooled over him for his looks and his skills.

Right now, he sat down with his two babies - the boy looked exactly like Harry, it was quite unbelievable from the curly locks to mossy green eyes that was copy and paste.

Harry was currently tucking an applesauce pouch between his lips and guiding the boy's small hands to hold it for himself.

“Good job,  ,” He murmurs in the dead quiet waiting room as he tucks him further into the crook of his arm.

Harry looks up to his wife who joins them, she is a bit in awe when Aubrey sees him palm a bit at her bloated belly and whisper, “Y’look gorgeous today, mama.”

Aubrey couldn’t help but frown, she wished her husband did that.

YN sits down, leaning her head on his shoulder - Aubrey didn’t know her but she seems tired - of course she was a new mother.

The silence is broken when a nurse comes out and with an apologetic face says, “I’m sorry, we are running really behind today. It might be another thirty minutes,” before shutting the door again.

Harry kisses his wife’s forehead before wrapping his unoccupied arm around her shoulder, a flashing gold band on his ring finger.

Aubrey zones off for a little when her son wakes up, rocking the carrier a few times before he settles again.

She’s brought back to the couple when she hears a sniffle comes from Harry’s wife and his face turned towards hers, hand rubbing her shoulder reassuringly.

“Mama, she’s so healthy. There’s nothin’ to worry about, did a perfect job growing her in y’belly. I know these check-ups make you anxious but nothin’ is gonna be wrong,” He soothes, a near whisper because of how quiet the room is and he didn’t want to disrupt.

“I just don’t know if she’s been getting enough milk, it’s so hard to tell,” YN replies sadly, like she’s disappointed in herself.

“Y’kidding me? She’s our chunkiest baby - look at those little rolls. She’s on y’tits more than any of the boys including me,” He jokes softly, obviously trying to make her feel better.

It seems to work a little bit because she lets out a light giggle with a roll of her eyes, “No one is on them more than you.”

Harry shrugs unashamed before replying seriously, “Everything will be okay. She’s perfect and healthy.”

The curly haired little boy gets a bit squirmy with the wait after he finished his pouch, asking to be set down which his father does.

Harry is watching him carefully, his nervous but still adventurous little two and a half year old, as he toddles around the waiting room.

When he spots Aubrey and her carrier, he wanders over looking up her with wide curious eyes, he points at her son and squeaks, “Baby?”

Ever the diligent father, Harry is up and next to his son, Aubrey is a bit starstruck if she’s honest when he talks to her.

“M’sorry, he’s a curious little one,” Harry smiles at her, going to pick Ezra back up to guide him away from bothering her.

Aubrey waves her hand though, lifting the visor to show the sleeping baby, “Yeah, he’s a baby. That’s Dominic.”

The boy gazes at the baby before lisping, “Bry!”

Aubrey isn’t sure what he means but his father clarifies, “You’re right, Dominic is a baby just like your little sister Briar.”

“Okay,” Ezra shrugs and goes back to his mom to inform him of what he just discovered before crawling up and cuddling into her chest.

Harry nods, “Thanks for indulging him.”

“No pro-problem,” She stutters like an idiot and Harry smiles a bit like he knows but doesn’t say anything else before going back to his family.

A few minutes later when a high-pitched cry resounds through the room, Harry is carefully cradling his daughter who Aubrey notes looks nothing like him but like her mother even though her features were still so little.

“Shush, darlin’,” Harry coos with a soft drawl, leaning in to kiss at the newborn’s button nose.

Briar roots at her father’s chest, smacking her plump lips, and squeaking in frustration when she doesn’t find a nipple. It makes Harry chuckle before he glances at his wife and his smile falters a bit, “Sweetheart, did y’bring a bottle?”

Aubrey watches his wife shake her head, she is facing away from her so she can’t see her expression but gauging Harry’s it seems that she may be upset, “No, I completely forgot. I didn’t bring my nursing blanket either - I’m going to have to go the bathroom. M’being such a bad mom.”

The observer feels a pang in her chest, she can definitely relate to not always feeling like she is a good mother because of little mistakes she makes like forgetting diapers, buying the wrong formula, forgetting to bring a pacifier.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice is firm, “Y’not going to talk like that when s’the farthest thing from the truth. S’okay, we have four babies, we’re both goin’ t’forget things sometimes, okay? Here, let me help you.”

Aubrey wishes she had a husband who was as empowering, supportive of his wife.

He hands the whimpering baby over to his wife, he’s then tugging off his hoodie. Aubrey tries but fails to divert her eyes when his shirt rides up revealing  a glimpse of his taut abdomen and a light dusting of hair leading into his shorts, obscene tattoos covering his hipbones .

Harry maneuvers the hoodie over his wife’s shoulder, helping her tug down her loose shirt and nursing bra, and guiding his newborn to his wife’s breast until she latches and starts suckling hungrily.

“There y’go mama,” He whispers encouragingly before tugging Ezra back onto his lap to rock him a bit as he’s getting whiny - ready for a nap soon and not liking being in an unfamiliar place for too long.

-

Aubrey is buckling Dominic into his carseat when she spots the other family exiting the office. 

Harry’s wife looks much more relaxed, a smile on her face, and her arm tucked around her husband’s narrow hip, they’re parked close to each other, and Aubrey climbs into her small sedan - blasting the aircon.

She watches the parents strapp their kids into a massive, tinted and brand new cadillac escalade that was no doubt over a hundred thousand dollar car but who could expect them to be driving around a mid-level minivan?

After the kids are secured and they close the doors, Harry presses his wife up against it with his arm resting over her shoulder against the window. He is whispering to her, their mouths close before he ducks down to connect their lips.

His hand comes back to her deflating baby bump like he did in the doctor’s office, hand massaging the skin with adoration that was visible even to Aubrey as she sat in her car watching them.

Later on in the week, as she sits on her couch, a video pops up on her timeline. It’s a sports report she was about to skip until the name caught her attention. 

The sports reporter stated, “Harry Styles was fined an alleged sixty thousand dollars at last night’s game after getting into a verbal altercation when the second base man purposely tripped him.”

It flashes to the man she just saw in the doctor’s office in a form-fitting Yankee’s blue and white striped uniform with a helmet on as he ran at an impressive speed from first to second, stumbling when the baseman put out his foot.

Harry recovers quickly enough to touch the base to be considered safe. 

After that though, he’s pushing himself up and brushing off the dirt, then he’s charging towards the man who fucked up the play. 

He has no fear as he gets in the man’s face, veins on his neck standing out as he shouts. They don’t play the audio but you could tell Harry was cussing this man up and down.

It flashed back to the reporter speaking to another, “Nearly every team in the league reports that Styles is an absolute nightmare to play against from his skill to his downright arrogant and cocky attitude. He’s not someone I’d find myself wanting to hang around.”

“I agree with you there, Tucker. He has a right to be proud with all of his broken records and achievements but being a bit humble would do this man so good. I feel sorry for his wife and kids. He probably just spends all day bragging about himself.”

Aubrey clicks off the video, if only everyone in the world just saw the Harry Styles she saw just a few days ago - well they’d all change their minds on what kind of person he is. Especially what kind of husband and father.

--

The Charity Event

It was a charity event at Madison Square Garden in Time Square. 

It was for all Major League Baseball teams who had qualified for the playoffs and of course, The New York Yankees were there.

There were tables filling the whole stadium, extravagant in white linen tablecloths, multiple bars, and it was black tie dress code. 

It was a private event and it was not open to the public but after the dinner there would be awards given out and that would be broadcasted.

Nicole was there with her husband, Trent, the left outfielder with an average batting score. He wasn’t the most popular on the team by far - well everyone got outshined by Styles. 

She couldn’t help but be a little bitter that Harry had gotten a $60 million dollar bonus (the biggest bonus ever gifted but also the Yankees were not taking any chances at losing their star and their ultimate money-maker). Trent got a measly bonus of $100,000 which was nothing in baseball terms. 

The wives and girlfriends of the Yankees players did not like YN one bit. It really wasn’t fair because she was always lovely, kind, and friendly. It didn’t matter because they were all spurred on by jealousy of what she had.

Nicole couldn’t help by gaze at Harry as they sat at the same circle table towards the podium where the awards would be presented after dinner. He was in a sharp all black suit with a small team logo pin of the lapel.

She couldn’t deny how stunning YN looked in an absolutely stunning dress. It was a one-shoulder with sparkling black stripes against a tan background, it fit like a glove and accentuated her stunning legs with a high slit. ***

It blew Nicole’s basic black Gucci dress out of the water which made her even more infuriated at the woman. She knew she was being irrational and if she hated her so much, why couldn’t see stop staring at the couple?

Nicole could get away with it by looking past them at other tables but to be quite honest, the two were much too wrapped up in each other to be aware of any of their surroundings or people watching them.

Trent was off bullshitting with all the other players while the Styles’ sat at the table and Harry waited for people to approach him - like the cocky asshole that he was. He would give them a minute of his time before becoming visibly bored and returning his attention back to his wife.

As the appetizers arrived, Trent finally sat down with a grunt, giving his wife literally no attention as he dug into the salad like a slob. 

Across the table, Harry looked down at his plate, picked out all the tomatoes and stabbed them with his fork. He then brought his hand over to his wife who giggled and let him feed her the three little tomatoes for his salad.

“Don’t like tomatoes, Styles?” Henry, third-baseman, jokes as he watches him feed his wife without any shame.

“I love ‘em, m’missus just really like the little grape ones,” Harry shrugs casually - like that didn’t just sound like the most whipped thing that he could say.

Trent probably couldn’t even guess Nicole’s favorite color - let alone know something so minuscule like YN like the little tomatoes that come on house salads. 

Throughout the whole dinner, it was quite disgusting how infatuated these two were with each other - Harry had at least one hand on her body at one time - her thigh, shoulder, even cupping her neck in a way that was almost too intimate for the setting.

At one point, Harry notices that YN is a bit quiet - sipping on her glass of water and he pulls back from the conversation, murmuring, “Y’alright, mama?”

Nicole bites her lip hard at the cute pet name, feeling even more dislike towards YN - why couldn’t she have had someone like Harry?

“D’you think the babies are okay? Ezra’s been so anxious lately,” YN replies quietly, there were no phones allowed at the event and had to be left at home or at the door.

Harry kisses her temple, “Y’know Ezzie is good with m’mum, doesn’t get as anxious as he used to at sleepovers. Y’know East and Cash are probably on a sugar high.”

YN nods, agreeing and Harry jumps right back into the conversation but she notices that he keeps looking over at his wife to check on her.

Trent accidentally knocks her elbow hard and just grunts out a bland, “Sorry.”

The topic changed to traveling for games. Ellie, another wife of a player who was nice to YN were chatting about how stressful it is.

“I know, loading all three boys up is rough when we do decide to travel to games with H,” YN says to Ellie, a small smile on her face.

“Ugh, I know. Lily and Parker are the worst flyers! They usually end up throwing up or not being able to nap at all,” Ellie groans about her two little ones she has back at home.

YN let’s out a laugh that just irked Nicole to not end.

“It's going to be even harder when we have more kids,” YN laments like she’s bothered.

“Oh? More kids?” Ellie squeaks with excitement, clapping her hands together.

Nicole reaches a breaking point, jumping into the chat,“Really? More kids? Don’t you think you should focus on the ones you have? Or do you think because your husband makes an unfair amount of money, you can just have as many as you want? Hire nannies and act like you take care of them?”

Before YN frowns, about to respond when Harry interjects with a booming, displeased voice, “First off, why don’t y’mind your own fuckin’ business. My wife and I can ‘ave any many kids as we want, last time I checked.”

He continues with tense posture, all of his previous calmness disappears, “Second off, don’t take it out on my wife tha’ your husband got a shit bonus, we all know tha’ why y’pissy. And don’t act like y’dont have a nanny for your one kid while we don’t nor ever will have one.”

Nicole sneers, “You’re a cocky bastard.”

Harry smiles in faux charm, “Of course I am, dear. I’ve got a fucking beautiful wife, three healthy babies, the most records broken in history, and the fattest bank account in this room.”

“Alright, alright,” Trent interrupts and it doesn’t go unnoticed that he doesn’t defend his wife. Instead he shoots Harry an apologetic look for his wife’s behaviors.

Harry just scoffs at the couple, rudely rolling his eyes, and tugging his wife in for a kiss that’s a bit too intense but he can’t help himself, smiles against her lips when his wife pinches his thigh playfully.

He says (not quietly at all), “All these women are jealous of you, hm? S’cause you’re so beautiful and such a fuckin’ catch.”

Nicole feel a sharp pang in her chest at the indirect comment - fucking asshole.

Deep down, Nicole is unfavorably realizing that somehow YN has it all - a loving husband, who is seemingly head over heels four her, three well-behaved children, and everything she could ever want - sitting on Harry’s $600 million dollar net worth, on top of being gorgeous.

She didn’t have that. Trent and her were on the rocks constantly, has definitely cheated on her, their kid is a literal nightmare, and they’re both so reckless with money they have no savings.

It made her jealous to see Harry whispering in YN ear to make her giggle- lips brushing her ear, his hand splayed across her bumcheek while they waited for drinks at the bar, she even hears them murmur ‘I love yous’ at least twice.

Then the lights dim, spotlight on a podium in the front of the room, an older man in a crisp navy suit taking the stage.

“It is an honor for me to announce ‘Player of the Year.’ The decision by the board of Major League Baseball wasn’t a hard one. The statistics and records broke continuously by the man has led us to only one option.”

Everyone watches all the other players in room deflate a bit because they realize the award is going to Harry yet again.

 “He is again breaking a record tonight, he is the first player to earn this achievement four years in a row. The duality of this man when it comes to pitching a curveball or hitting a homer is truly remarkable.”

It makes all the players even more irritated than they already are when they look over at Harry who’s sitting back, manspreading, hand on the back of his wife’s neck gently, and a cocky, unbothered grin.

Like this award wasn’t the biggest accomplishment he could earn.

One of the players from an opposing team at a different table mutters to one of his teammates, “Fucking arrogant asshole. The only thing this award does is feed his gigantic ego.” 

“Such a douchebag,” The other agrees, jealousy tinges his voice.

“I’ve most likely made it obvious who the the recipient is this year. The New York Yankees pitcher with the most strikeouts to date and top-scoring hitter - Mr. Harry Styles!”

The crowd erupts in applause, whistles, and a standing ovation because despite his unsavory demeanor - no one could deny he was a legend.

Before he gets up, Nicole watches as he cups his wife’s cheek - locking her lips in a kiss before she has to give him a playful shove when he tries to slip some tongue.

When Harry gets up to the stage, he shakes the hand of the announcer and takes the award from him, setting it on the podium.

“Fourth year in a row has a nice ring to it,” Harry gives the crowd a dazzling white smile that have his dimples digging into his cheek.

The crowd whistles and coos.

Nicole notices YN getting teary-eyed as she watches her husband accept the award.

“I want t’thank a few people tonight. I want t’thank m’wife and the mama of my babies - YN. She’s supported me from when I was in college with no other career path but baseball, unsure of if I’d fail or not, she stuck through it.”

She can sense everyone’s eyes dart over to YN who is still staring up at her husband - who is giving her a gleaming smile right back.

“We’ve been through some really hard obstacles in our first years as a couple but she’s the reason for all this - the fact that she always believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”

The audience is respectful, quiet as he publicly tells a story of his deep love for his wife.

“I want t’thank m’three babies. Easton, Cash, and Ezra. They inspire me to be a better better man and a good role model - even though I think y’all agree they won’t be if they watch too much how I play when I’m out in the field.”

The crowd erupts in laughter at Harry poking fun at his own antics that he’s most famous for. He goes on to thank the team, coaches, Nike, everyone on the professional side of career.

When he’s done, everyone stands back up to congratulate him, patting him on the back as he returns to his seat.

Nicole watches as Harry sits back down, chuckling as he swipes a tear off his wife’s cheek, “Why y’crying, mama?”  

“I’m just so proud of you. Everything you do for me and our babies. The best husband, best daddy. My heart is just full,” She murmurs, clearly not meant for others to hear but Nicole was eavesdropping.

Harry’s eyes darken with something Nicole can’t identify but does notice his hand creeping a bit further up her thigh.

He leans into whisper something into her ear before she sees his lightly nip at her lobe before pulling back to join into the conversation.

-

After the lights come back up, Trent abandons her to go shoot the shit with other guys.

When she trails off to the bathroom, down a long hallway from the main area - she hears a rustling from behind a door labeled with a plaque that says ‘executive meeting room’.

Nicole pauses confused, all these offices and other rooms were strictly off limits during events obviously. She was confused to hear someone in a room that was not supposed to be in use.

Then she realizes it’s not just someone - it’s two people.

“S’good, sweetheart. Give it t’me so good.”

And she knows right then and there all she needs to know about who’s in that conference room and what they were doing.

“Be quiet, you’re being too loud,” YN scolds back, the walls were clearly thin because she could hear the exchange.

“Make y’cunt not feel like heaven then,” He remarks back, his voice slower and more soft than it would be in front of people.

God, Trent and her haven’t slept together in ages - let alone has spontaneous hookups or dirty talk like that ever.

When they all end up back at the table before the closing speech for the night, Nicole spots a nicely sized mark under Harry’s jaw that he’s wearing with pride.

YN had her lipstick wiped off and was much more clingy as the night rolled on which Harry seemed to thrive on.

As she and Trent are on their way home, Nicole speaks into their silence, “I don’t think our relationship is working.”

Not after she saw love and happiness at that event table tonight - she wanted that kind of love not settling for some cheating asshole.

-

The Little League Game

It was a cool autumn evening, it was an important game - if you could call it that for the little league team that Kayla had her son on.

The goal was to determine which team would move onto the playoffs, even though most of this was all in good fun because it was for eight-year-olds and it wasn’t serious.

Kayla couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t spend some of the time curiously gazing at the New York Yankees player who would come to watch his son play.

He wasn’t at every game due to his schedule but it seemed like he came to whatever ones he could with his wife and other three kids.

They had taken the bench on the bleachers right below her so she had an up close and personal view of the family when they’ve never sat this close before.

As the kids warmed up, Harry had his youngest son who looked to be about four sit next to him, squished between his dad and mom happily.

Their middle son was next to his mom on the other side, looking to be about six, and he was wriggling impatiently in his seat - eager to join the other kids in the jungle gym.

The baby girl who looked about a year and a half old didn’t look anything like her brothers - it was obvious that she was a spitting image of her mother (who was stunning).

She was curled up in her mom’s lap, asleep with her face squished against her mother’s chest - a pacifier suckling fiercely between her puffy lips.

“Mama, please,” The curly haired boy begs with greedy puppy dog eyes as he keeps glancing back to look at the other kids.

“You stay right where daddy and I can see you, yes?” YN murmurs, brushing back his unruly curls that where getting long, “And what are our rules?”

“Stay where you can see, don’t talk to strangers, and be nice to others,” He recites perfectly, Kayla was a bit blown away by his manners.

She watches baseball. It was hard to believe their children were so mild mannered when their father was the exact opposite - at least on the field.

Harry was rustling in the diaper bag for something as his son looked at him with wide, concerned eyes, “My baby, daddy.”

“I know, Ezzie. M’lookin’ f’your baby,” His father replies softly, the polar extreme of his normal brash, crude language that had a nasty tone like he couldn’t bother giving people the time of day.

“Daddy, please,” The youngest whines, his little hand grasping at his father’s tattooed wrist as he gets to his knees to help his dad look.

“Left inner pocket,” YN murmurs offhandedly as she makes sure Cash gets to the playground safely with his friends.

“Say ‘thanks mama’,” Harry coos to his son as he manages to tug out the baby doll and hand it to the awaiting little boy.

“Thanks mama,” He replies instantly with a gapped smile as he nuzzles right back into his father’s side as if he can’t get close enough.

“How are you feeling, Ezra?” His mother leans over to ask, keeping the baby close to her chest.

“M’happy, mama,” Ezra replies simply before starting to babble to himself as he plays with the babydoll.

Kayla watches Harry and YN swap a fond look at their son but she couldn’t help but wonder why they asked him that? He seemed fine so why did they feel the need to do that?

The game is going okay, Harry stands up to cheer and whistle when Easton hits a two-base hit but YN smacks his thigh and motions to their sleeping baby.

He looks at her sheepishly before sitting back down, kissing her cheek in apology, and peeking down into the fleece blanket to watch his daughter sleep for a moment.

Then it seems like Easton starts to lose momentum after he pitches two home-runs, his face pinched in disappointment as the other team scores but Harry is attempting to keep him motivated with encouraging shouts.

Easton struggles from then on, he strikes out for his final three turns, doesn’t catch two pop-ups, and his pitches start to get a little shaky. It’s obvious in his facial expression he’s getting upset because he’s breathing heavier like he’s trying not to cry.

Kayla feels a sense of dread for the little boy, his father who’s the best baseball player in modern day history is watching his son not do well during an important game.

 Because of what she knows of him from his temper and attitude on the field - she worries that he’s one of those father’s who will hound their kid for doing poorly.

“Oh, c’mon East,” Harry murmurs softly when his son stumbles over a ground ball before another kid picks it up and throws it in - their son smacking his glove down against the ground in frustration.

“He’s getting himself worked up,” YN notes as she watches her oldest kick his cleats in the dirt with a quivering bottom lip.

“I know,” Harry replies to his wife, “Wish he wouldn’t, he’s gettin’ upset out there, I can tell.”

“Sad?” Ezra squeaks, clambering onto his father’s lap and stating, “Hold me, daddy.”

Harry obliges easily, gathering up his small son before his attention is directed back onto the game - it was down to the last few minutes and unfortunately Easton pitched a ball that resulted in a home run for the other team.

“Fuck,” Harry mutters, running a hand through his messy locks before he’s setting Ezra back down on the bleachers, “I’m going to go talk to him. Do you want to meet back home?”

YN nods, leaning down to tuck the baby into the double stroller before buckling Ezra in as well, “I’m going to go get Cash and head out. Why don’t you take him out for some ice cream? I love you.”

“I love you too, mama,” He replies, kissing her softly before kissing both of his kids foreheads and stepping down the bleachers - ignoring all the adults who are staring at him with a starstruck expression as he heads to the dugout.

It cleared out fast, nobody sticking around after the loss that ended with them not continuing on to the championship, and Easton was sat on the bench - he was stoic and there was a hard, angry expression on his face that reminded Kayla of what she saw Harry look like when he played.

As she gathers up her son and makes sure he’s got all of his equipment, Kayla stands and chats to a few of the moms before she’s heading to her car - which happened to be parked next to a sleek Masserati crossover, who would let their muddy kid go in there? Rich people, she guesses.***

Kayla pops the trunk to her van with her key as they get closer, she notices that Harry also has his up and Easton is sitting on the tailgate with his eyes looking down at the pavement. She tries not to appear as nosey or eavesdropping as she tucks her items into the back.

“Sweetheart, s’okay. Y’did so so good tonight,” Harry assures his pouty son, he squats down to start to untie his son’s nike cleats but continues to make eye contact with him. 

“No, I didn’t, Daddy!” Easton whines, tears finally starting to bubble over the surface as he begins to sob with a shuddering chest, “I gave up home runs and then I missed ground balls!”

“Whoa, bubby,” Harry simpers after he tugs off the shoes and throws them carelessly into the back before standing up, “Y’did amazing, are you kiddin’? You did three innings of strikeouts, hit two of y’own homeruns. Y’played like a professional, way better than daddy.”

Kayla’s heart aches a bit when she sees Harry sit down next to him before hugging him harshly into his side, thumbing at the tears that are running down his son’s sweaty cheeks with soft reassurances.

“Daddy, are you mad I didn’t win?” Easton asks shakily, keeping his head buried into his father’s side and his small hand clutching into the fabric of his hoodie.

Harry chuckles lowly, “Daddy would never be mad at you f’anythin’, definitely not a baseball game. Remember what mama and I said? If at any point y’want to stop playin’, just let us know and we can find something else, yeah? Just like how Ezzie does art classes.”

Easton seems to calm down after a few moments of Harry rocking him and reassuring him of what an amazing son he is.

As Kayla drove away that night, her perspective on the all-star baseball player definitely changed. It was refreshing to see someone to not hold their child to an unreasonable expectation just like she thought Harry would.

--

The Campfire

Austin was the shortstop on the baseball team, he’d brought along his girlfriend, Chelsea, to the frat party to celebrate another win.

Everyone was in whispers that Harry was bringing his new girlfriend but nobody knew who she actually was because it was just a rumor.

It was surprising because Harry wasn’t a relationship kind-of man. He wasn’t into hookups much - always said he needed to focus on baseball.

Many of his teammates were envious of how many girls were constantly coming up to Harry at parties to flirt and try to get a dance in but he had always rejected them.

Harry had never showed interest in any of these girls at the parties, never seen him disappear upstairs with one or really entertain a conversation over a beer like they’d expect.

Chelsea pokes his shoulder and nods towards the entrance when Harry walks in with his arm around YN’s shoulder.

Most were in a little shock because they seemed like such an unlikely couple - YN had written some scathing articles about him and it was no secret he hadn’t been a fan of her.

“Holy shit, Harry’s dating YN?” Chelsea whispers to Austin as the group of party-goers cheer and whistle at the allstars appearance.

“Guess so,” Austin replies with a shrug, tugging Chelsea into the kitchen for a drink.

Later on that night, there’s a bonfire on one side of the backyard and a volleyball net on the other where a group was gathering to play.

Austin and Chelsea are on the opposing team of Harry and YN - she can’t help but watch them with curiosity because of what a surprise it is that they’re dating.

Even Austin has been watching because Harry’s acting in a way that he’s never seen throughout his time on the team with him.

Harry is just all over YN which was confusing how he went from not being remotely interested in the college girls to being a lovestruck puppy.

When she throws the ball up to serve, Harry reaches over and pinches her bum which makes her squeak and accidentally drop the ball which has him cackling as she glares at him.

As they change positions, he crowds up behind her, and massages her hips, leaning down to murmuring something in her ear.

She blushes wildly before smacking him off which has him laughing hard and kissing the back of her head before taking his position.

After Harry jumps and spikes the ball hard, earning them the winning point, YN turns around and wraps her arms around him to hug him tightly.

Harry wraps his arms around her shoulders, returning the hug before pulling back to kiss her lips in a soft peck.

Chelsea elbows Austin, “Who’s that and what did they do with Harry?”

Austin shakes his head, “I really don’t fucking know.”

The group migrates over to the fire as they might become cooler and the stars are high up in the sky, the fire flickering orange and yellow crackles of sparks.

Harry plops into a chair, pulling YN right onto his lap, and she wriggles until she’s comfortable. Chelsea notices him tap her thigh as if telling her to cut it out, too much motion right on his crotch.

Jake, one of his teammates, says in a teasing tone, “YN, I’m surprised to see you around these parts . I clearly remember a strongly worded article about how stupid frat parties are.”

YN takes it in stride, smiling as she replies, “And this party just proves my point.”

The group laughs easily, they enjoy YN’s sharp wit and comebacks as they get to know her. Austin can’t help but to notice how quiet Harry is.

Normally, he’s the life of the party, loud and making his presence known to everyone but not tonight. He has his chin propped on her shoulder and she’s cuddled back into his chest.

Austin can’t make out what Harry is saying but he’s constantly whispering in her ear and accentuating each time with a squeeze to her thighs.

“Are you guys official?” One of the teammates asked bluntly, a few beers deep by this point in the night.

Harry replies instantly, a possessive squeeze, “She’s mine and off the market, s’don’t even think about it.”

“Well I don’t think it matters because she’s turned down the whole baseball team by this point. I think everyone tried to ask her out at least once,” Steve jokes as the others agree.

“Tha’s m’girl,” Harry murmurs to her before teasing his friends,“Who’d want to go out with any you? You’re all dickheads.”

Everyone continues to joke around, it’s nearing midnight and that’s right about when Harry gets in his prime - like the party just started.

But not tonight.

YN’s eyes start to flutter shut as everyone banters and drinks around the fire, obviously not used to these late night parties.

“I better get this one t’bed,” Harry states after a few minutes, thumbing at YN’s cheekbone as she tries to stay awake.

“I’m okay,” She mumbles weakly, head still heavy against his shoulder.

“You’re coming back though, right?” Kyle asks expectantly, brows furrowed.

Harry shakes his head, “Nah, m’in for the night when she is.”

All the players look at him with a bit of a dumbfounded look, Steve shooting out, “Who knew you’d be so pussy whipped, Styles?”

Chelsea’s eyebrows raise at the crude comment, waiting with bated breath as Harry’s jaw clenches as it seems like he’s biting his tongue.

“Goodnight,” Harry says in a tone Austin has never heard before - agitated and almost…offended.

When Austin and Chelsea are sneaking up to his room for a late night hook-up, she overhears Harry and YN in his bedroom.

At first, she thinks they’re in an actual argument but as she listens to them - it’s not the kind of arguement she thought it was.

“You’re always the little spoon,” YN groans from behind the closed door.

Harry squawks, affronted before huffing back at her, “S’my favorite, please spoon me, darling?”

“You’re so fucking spoiled,” YN giggles as Chelsea assumes they move into a position where Harry’s the little spoon.

“Mm, I like feelin’ y’tits against my back, s’nice,” Harry hums with a boyish tone.

Chelsea doesn’t even realize she’s smiling until Austin drags her from her stupor. 

All she knew was that Harry Styles really really fancied that school reporter.

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[silverdelirium]

Can I request a very filthy smutty blaise with ass kink and size kink? 🥺

MESSY OFFICE | B.Z

SUMMARY ➠ coworker!blaise teaches you a lesson and fulfills his dreams of fucking you silly.

WARNINGS ➠ oral (male receiving), tad bit of shoe fucking, dumbification, degradation, praising, rough sex, ass kink, size kink, lots of dirty talk, rushed ending. this if filthy lololol

———

blaise took a deep breath before slamming his fist down on the wooden desk of his office. the papers that were placed on top of it went flying around at the sudden movement.

his hands were shaking with irritation. if that fucking landlord could just shut the fuck up about his rent for one second-

the male’s thoughts were cut off by small, rapid knocks against the door. his brows knitted in confusion at the unanticipated invasion.

“come in!”

the door creaked as you entered the room, peeking your head through the doorway at first before going in, shutting the door behind you.

your presence emitted a groan from him. he knew that the moment you both spent time together it would somehow end in a screaming match, and blaise was not in the mood to be dealing with anything right now.

you gave him a sharp glare in response before opening your mouth to speak. yet you were cut off by your own silence as you studied the state of his office.

everything seemed so rustled and chaotic— there were papers thrown in the floor, some were even crumbled and a few candy wrappers were tossed around. “what is this mess?” you spoke, tone lacing with disgust as you picked up an old folder from the worktable; his hand was quick to swat you away, scowling you before leaning back on the desk.

“what do you want?” he squinted at you, roaming his eyes down your body suspiciously— mentally slapping himself for staring at your breasts longer than planned.

“what the fuck is up your arse today?” you scoffed, crossing your arms and walking closer to him until he had to crane his neck down to look at you.

blaise’s chest heaved up and down as he quickly undid the top button of his shirt, turning away from you and taking long strides around the room. he closed his eyes and really hated himself for wanting nothing more than to shut that smart mouth of yours with his hardening cock. it was too much for him— and if there was one-way blaise loved to take his stress out on, was sex. and god— that stupid little skirt of yours that was begging to be lifted and reveal that sweet cunt that plagued his mind at the worst moments was the last push he needed to man up and fuck you as he had always wanted to.

you observed him in silence, watching how he mumbled something to himself about ‘i can’t think of her like this.’

quietness ran across the walls for a few moments before blaise was back in front of you, muttering a “fuck it” and connecting his lips to yours.

the fleeting kiss had you bewildered for a few seconds, eyes wide and mouth unmoving as the tall man held the back of your head in his palm. you didn’t kiss him back at first, but you didn’t protest either. and you’d be dammed if you didn’t take advantage of the opportunity to get fucked brain dead by blaise zabini.

but who could blame you when you kissed him back with the same— maybe even more— force; it was messy and heated all at once, the frustration that you sensed from earlier was being poured in that kiss. teeth were clashing together as his tongue pressed down on yours, drawing out a breathy moan from you.

blaise cupped your rear with both hands, lifting you in an unforeseen manner, causing you to squeal lightly until you felt your bum being pressed against the cool surface of his messy desk.

he was the first to break apart from the kiss, breathing steadily as he stared down at you— even from your perched up position he was still a few inches taller.

“i’m not gonna hold back” he warned, searching your eyes for any sign of regret or hesitation that you might feel. but he was far from finding any, you wanted blaise to fuck you until he was poking out of your tummy and you wanted it now.

“i don’t care” you breathed out, reconnecting your mouth to his and almost missing out on that keen groan that came out of his mouth.

his large digits scurried under your skirt, unzipping it in a quick motion and pulling it down your legs until it pooled on the floor.

he teasingly ran his index finger up and down the soaked cotton that covered your pulsating pussy. “blaise— please” you shamelessly plead, throwing all your morals out the window and not caring about anything else but being rutted over and over again.

“look at you. begging like a well paid whore when you were being a smart ass with me not even ten minutes ago.” he chuckled, taking pride in the way you whimpered in response, bucking your hips up onto his fingers. “what is it, baby? you want me to fuck you until that dumb baby brain can only think about my cock, yeah?”

his words struck a bit of sense into you and you huffed in response— “are you actually gonna give me what i want and fuck me properly or are you all talk?”

you messed up and you messed up big; you could tell by the way hir pupils dilated and the slow touches against your clothed pussy stopped. his tongue darted out to poke on his left cheek as he laughed lightly, stepping back and harshly bringing you down the desk.

“i’m gonna fuck your throat until you learn how to keep useless stuff to yourself, princess” he warned, signalling down to the floor as he unbuckled his belt.

you tentatively got down on your knees, lightly scraping them against the wooden floor as you rubbed your thighs together, pawing at your lap as blaise’s erection appeared in your view of line.

was that supposed to fit in you?

blaise seemed to notice your unsureness— “you alright there, pretty girl?” his tone was softer, less stern yet with the same accent of authority he always carried.

“i— it’s… big.” you let out, feeling the tip of your ears grow hot as he chuckled before picking up a more alluring timbre “oh i’m gonna make it fit” he winked.

you swallowed thickly, already picturing the delicious stretch this man was gonna provide you. he stroked his large cock sensually before making a beeline with it to your lips, which were already parted in expectancy; he went to tease you for it but was cut off by his low moan that got provoked as the warmth of your mouth enveloped his pulsating tip.

his digits tangled themselves in your hair, good girl’s and just like that’s slipped from his mouth every time your tongue swirled around his head. and the slickness that was pouring out of you was suddenly too much to ignore— hence why you reached down to attempt and soothe the burning sensation. blaise was still enthralled with the way your worked those lips that he had dreamed of having against his around his cock— his hands tightened around your scalp as he thrusted rapidly against your mouth, desperately probing for an orgasm.

a muffled whine came from you as he fucked your throat repeatedly, causing him to look down at your teary eyes, eventually settling his irises on your hand rubbing your greedy cunt.

blaise tutted with a hint of disappointment, making your movements halt as you batted your eyelashes up at him innocently as if your mouth wasn’t stuffed with his cock that was ready to shoot its cum down your fucked out throat.

you went to furrow your brows when he kicked your hand away gently, replacing your fingers with the point of his leather shoe, your wetness already leaking down on his footwear as you whined around his cock, making his hips buck involuntarily at the vibrations— “i was gonna reward you for sucking me so well, but since you’re such a desperate slut you’re gonna have to fuck yourself on my shoe while i throat fuck you, yeah?” he asked demanded.

a weak nod was all he got in response before he was back to gripping your hair in his fist, spit drooling down your chin at the abrupt pace he set without even a warning— not that you minded.

your hips rolled slowly into his shoe, swollen clit fizzing at the stimulation; his shoe hit every right nerve ending, the sounds you made around his cock were filthy and lewd, only making his balls grow tighter as he stilled his hips, rope after rope of cum flooding your mouth.

you moaned lowly against his cock at the feeling of his warm cum spraying down your throat.

he gave tattered breaths and moans as he pulled out of your mouth, barely even taking notice of the whining mess you became, his foot now long gone from your oozing cunt.

“get the fuck up” he breathed out, staring down at your already fucked out-state— saliva all over your chin, along with a few tears decorating your frowning face as you stood up. his large hands came to cup your face, delivering a small kiss on the corner of your mouth before placing his mouth next to your ear and whispering “i’ve been trying to translate your frowns and find out what your fucking problem with me was before bending you over my desk and fucking you stupid.”

you could’ve easily moaned at his words alone if it weren’t for his lips linking with yours in a crazed kiss as he guided you towards his messy desk— which was about to be a whole lot messier.

his hands reassuringly squeezed your waist as he turned you around, his once again hard cock rubbed against your ass as he planted kisses against your neck, sucking on certain spots that had your eyes rolling onto the back of your head— his fingers making quick work of getting your shirt off, throwing it somewhere around the room as he separated himself from your now marked neck, leaving you in your undergarments that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“i’ve been waiting to fuck you senseless for so long, baby. you don’t know how many times i spent with my hand around my cock dreaming about your tight pussy around it.” he groaned out, pushing you forward until your breasts squished against the desk, shuddering at the cold of it.

his palms massaged your left ass cheek before a harsh slap was delivered to it— and his mouth wasn’t there to cover the pornographic moan that came out of you this time, pushing your bum against his hardened dick in anticipation.

blaise grabbed a hold of his cock and steadied himself with a hand on your bum, squeezing. before he moved your panties to the side and teased your pulsating entrance with his tip, groaning slightly at the way your pussy almost swallowed him in as he pushed the tiniest bit in, coaxing a loud cry from you.

“so so tight, princess” he praised, pushing himself all the way in with a single thrust, arousal already gushing down your thighs.

the male wasted no time and in a few moments he had you with your mouth gaped open, eyes going crisscross with every un pitying snap against your hips of his.

“can you feel me all the way up in your pretty guts, baby girl? you like having this slutty cunt being taught a lesson, huh?” he growled out, eyes trained on each bounce of your ass as he sped up— the clapping sounds were enough to give away what was happening to any passerbyers outside his office; not that any of you minded at this point.

“oh! fuck blaise— right there! right there!” you babbled out, shutting your eyes tight as he brought you up with his bicep against your throat, making you loll your head back on his shoulder as his dick continuously hit that spot inside you.

blaise’s other hand snaked around your midriff, pressing down on the evident outline of his cock going in and out of your tummy. “look at me destroying your pretty little insides, sweetheart, bet you won’t be able to sit on this pretty little pussy for the next week” he cooed at you before slamming you forwards until your cheek pressed against his rattling desk.

“don’t stop! don’t stop please!” you sobbed out, squeaking lightly when his palms crashed down roughly on your ass, groans and moans echoing around the room like a chant— the pit in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the second.

“i’m cumming blaise, i’m fucking cumming” you gasped out, lifting your head back up and pointing your nose to the ceiling as you came all-around blaise’s cock with a loud ecstatic moan.

a whimper passed by your lips as blaise continued to fuck you through your high; and it took him one look to look at the mess you left running down yours and his thighs for him to be pumping you full of his cum, steady thrusts that had him hissing as you clenched around him for a final time.

he pulled out of you to watch his cum blow out of your overstimulated pussy, the aftershocks of the intense orgasm still causing your muscles to spasm every once in a while.

“you made my office a whole lot messier” he grunted out, pointing down to the puddle that fell in between your legs, causing you to flush instantly as he chuckled and pressed light kisses to your temple.

———

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[astaroth1357]

I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer 

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty… 

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression*  “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan 

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was  literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too… 

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit?? 

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat… 

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus 

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub 

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup…. 

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…) 

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor 

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

[mimi-cee-hq]

7:21pm again - timeskip!Kenma x f!reader; fluff; you dress up Kenma as a Genshin Impact character; 0.6k

"Do you have to do this now?" Kenma asks.

He starts the countdown; there are less than ten minutes left before the stream starts. He switches the window to troubleshoot one of the settings before checking the stream link works on the various social media sites.

You?

You're braiding his hair.

"I just want to do something special for this stream. It's my second one as your girlfriend."

"You don't have to do anything special."

"Please just let me do this."

Kenma sighs and does a sound check. A few people in the chat say they can hear him. He tells you to speak into the second mic, which is clipped on your shirt. He got it specifically for you.

"Mic test. Testing," you say and Kenma gives you an okay.

The braids are done and Kenma can't see your mischievous smile. He can't tell the difference since it's similar to his usual hairstyle: half up and half down.

You crouch behind his gaming chair and slowly unzip your backpack.

"Hey, try these on," you tell him, slipping a pair of black gloves with gold trim over his hands. They reach up to his elbows.

"Y/n, what are you doing?" he asks without looking up. He squints his eyes at the chat and you're thankful they're distracting him.

Three minutes are left until the stream starts. You pull out a blue and white coat from your bag. The sleeves are short but the coat is long with a golden edge along its hood.

You take his hand and put it through a sleeve.

"What are you doing?"

"It's a gift," you tell him. "My first one for you. I want to show it off to everyone."

Kenma turns his hand over to investigate the gloves and looks down at the coat. "Wait a minute. Is this–"

"Here, put this broach near your neck."

"That's a Geo Vision."

"Hurry up! The stream is about to start!" you rush him, buttoning up his coat.

"If you're doing this because of the last stream, I already said I was sorry–"

"You know I couldn't get him on his rerun banner. I got his weapon on max refinement and everything! This will"– a laugh finally slips out –"make me feel better."

Kenma reaches for the gloves but you hold his hands down. He attempts to twist your arms to escape but your grip is firm.

There are three seconds left.

"Y/n! Stop! Just let me–"

"Please, Kenma?" you plead. "He's my favourite character and I didn't get him."

The stream starts and the camera catches you both standing with your arms twisted around each other. You and Kenma sit down.

"Welcome to my stream," he recites. "I'm Kodzuken. This is my girlfriend Y/n and today I'm…"

Kenma looks at you and you bat your eyelashes at him with an innocent smile. He grimaces as he rubs his temples.

"... going to play Genshin Impact dressed as Albedo."

Bonus:

After the stream ends, Kenma removes the coat and gloves and hands them to you.

"Why did you even want to get Albedo?" he asks.

"Oh you know…" you play it off. "I need a character with a lot of damage and he'd be a good fit with my other characters."

"Don't you usually want characters because of how they look?"

"Do I?" You glance at him and he raises his brow.

He's played Genshin Impact with you long enough to know you were lying.

"Okay fine. He just looks a bit like some guy I used to have a huge crush on. Happy?"

I hope you liked it. This is actually a part two for my other Kenma drabble/ timestamp. (Don't worry. You didn't need to read that one first.) If anyone has fanart of Kenma dressed as Albedo, please tell me. I wrote this because I can't draw. 😂

Anyway, if anyone is interested, here's the Google form for my taglist because I forgot it last time.

[bonky-n-steeb]

Lee Bodecker + marking fetish + “Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?”

whatever you wanna do with it ♥️♥️

Thank you sooo much for sending in this request my love 😘😍🥰🤩

mine to love

𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || blowjob, teabagging, deepthroating, facial (yk which one I’m talking about), PWP. 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗻𝗶.

This is not proofread :/

This is filthy.. y’all I’m not even sorry ;)

The door closed with a loud thud as Lee pulled you in and pressed you against the wall. His lips and hands were on you in a second.

This was definitely your fault. Today morning, you had given him the idea of matching your outfits. “Would it be too cliche if we matched clothes a little?” You’d said.

But seeing you walk around wearing clothes that matched his - your blatant display that you belonged to him- made him absolutely feral for all the right reasons.

Throughout the day his hand had playfully rested either on your hips or waist. And when you’d finally gotten home, he hadn’t been able to stop himself.

He kissed you so deeply almost as if he wanted to merge with you. His hands attacked your blouse and tore open a few buttons he was unable to open properly.

“Tha… that was a good one.” You panted as he plastered kisses to your jaw and neckline. “I’ll buy ya ten more.” He pushed down your bra to suck on your nipples.

You squealed as he teasingly bit you. He took a moment to look at the art he had created. The trail he had left behind was glistening with his saliva and he wanted to lick you all over again.

You both stumbled back into the couch and you returned the favour. Unfastening his tie, you quickly discarded his shirt and pants.

Making him sit, you sat down on your knees and looked up at him innocently, just how he liked. Peeking your tongue out, you licked the drop of pre cum on his head.

“Fuck.” He cursed as he couldn’t top looking at you. The bra which was only pulled down half the way was perking up your tits even more. And the way you teased him with your tongue and batted your eyes at him, drove him insane.

He snaked his hand into your hair and tugged on it urging you to take him into your mouth. You suckled his head as you rubbed the length which was unable to fit into your mouth.

Slowly, taking him inch by inch, you finally deep throated him. Your gagging sounds turned him on even more. When he pulled you back, your chin was dripping with your spit and your eyes were hazy.

You pressed kisses to his length, as your hand continued pumping him. Taking his balls in your mouth, you gently suckled on them. You knew he was particularly sensitive over there.

“I’m… I’m close!” He couldn’t hold it in any longer when you sucked his balls and twisted your hand at his head the way you knew would drive him insane.

Giving one final kiss, you pulled back just in time for him to shoot his cum right on your face. You opened your mouth and kept your tongue out obediently to take in as much of his warm seed as you could.

Once he was done, his sticky spend covered your face and dripped down on your tits. Your sight was mesmerising to Lee. You were his. He had marked you. No wedding band or declaration of love could beat that.

“I love you, darlin’” he pulled you up and started to rub his cum into your skin. “You’re mine! Mine to cherish. Mine to hold. Mine to love.”

[fortuositywritings]

Love Bug (Wanda x Reader)

Summary

So when Peter is bitten by a spider, he gets cool superpowers; but when you’re bitten by one, you get loopy and say things you never meant to say.

“I can’t get your smile out of my mind. I think about your eyes all the time. Beautiful but you don’t even try.”

Word Count: 5688

Warnings: None unless you count someone fainting and mention of spider

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“That is freaky.”

“Come on, you’re impressed. Just say it’s impressing.”

“It’s impressingly freaky,” you say tapping on the glass of the container that holds Peter’s new tech. “Stark really took taxidermy to the next level.”

“Relax. It’s mechanical. It needs a name. I’m thinking ‘RoboSpider’,” Peter says enthusiastically as you are both watching the metallic spider crawl in its container. It looks so real. It’s creepy.

“That’s a stupid name,” you turn to Peter.

“I think it fits him.”

“Of course you do, Spider Boy,” you reply. Peter just scoffs. 

“What does it do?”

Peter narrows his eyes on the spider. “I think it has a camera for surveillance. I’m sure it does something cool.”

“Didn’t they tell you when they gave it to you? Or give you a manual or something?”

“No, they don’t know I know about it yet, but I’m sure we can figure it out,” he says as he begins to open the container.

“What do you mean they don’t kno-”

“What are you two doing?” The unexpected voice behind you has you and Peter turn around wide-eyed so quickly you could Pietro a run for his money. You and Peter stand in front of the container and let out a panicked, “Nothing!”

You finally take in whom the voice belongs to and the panic washes away from both you and Peter. You honestly should have known who it was off the bat when that very damn voice haunts your dreams. Well, ‘haunts’ isn’t really the right word.

“Oh, it’s just you,” you sigh in relief as Wanda approaches you both.

“Just me?” she quirks an eyebrow. 

And suddenly, for reasons unknown (you know the reasons, you just won’t admit them yet), the panic comes back and you begin to ramble, “Yes, I mean NO! I mean yes you but not like ‘just’ you, you know? Like ‘it’s only you’ - er ‘it’s you only’ but like a good ‘it’s you only’ as in we’re glad it’s you and not someone else who came in -”

“Y/N, I think she gets it,” Peter stops your ramble. 

You see Wanda giving you what seems to be an amused smile. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try looking anywhere else. Is it getting hot in here?

“Well, I was looking for you to ask if either of you wanted to watch a movie named ‘13 Going On 30’? Pietro says one of the characters looks like Bruce.”

You look to Peter to answer. You don’t think you can open your mouth anymore without embarrassing yourself.

“Yeah, we’ll be right down,” he replies with ease, lucky asshole. 

You finally look at Wanda as she gives you a parting smile and you give an awkward one in return. Your eyes follow her until she is out of sight. 

“You’ve got it bad,” Peter teases.

“Shut up,” you reply as you turn your attention back to the container.

Peter continues, “Like I thought I was bad at talking to girls-”

The empty container. Panic seems to be the mood for today as it comes back full force.

“Peter.”

“-but that was like next level.”

“Peter!”

“What?” he finally turns to you.

“RoboSpider is missing.”

“Aha! See, it’s not that stupid,” he says with a victorious smile on his face that quickly falls, “Wait what did you say?” 

You simply point at the glaringly empty container. 

“That’s not good.”

You give Peter the most sarcastic face you could muster. 

“Help me look! It couldn’t have gone far,” Peter gets on his knees and begins searching for the spider. 

You frantically search countertops, “Does it not have an off switch?”

“I don’t know.”

“Obviously or this wouldn’t be happening right now!” you whisper scream.

“Here, RoboSpider. Tsk tsk tsk. Come on out, boy,” Peter starts calling.

He looks ridiculous doing so from the floor. You step in front of him.

“You really think that’s going to work?”

He looks up at you and shrugs. You feel like you’re a minute away from sweating. Less than a minute based on the tickling sensation on your neck. Maybe Peter can tell to cause he’s looking at your neck, his eyes widening. You don’t know why it’s so shocking you’re sweating as he should be too because if Tony finds out you lost RoboSp- the damn spider, he will have your heads. 

“Y/N, don’t freak out.”

Why did he have to say that? Freaking out is in your very nature. You do it so well. You’ve been doing it all day. Suddenly, you are all too aware of what you thought was sweat tickling your neck but now realize, unless you have discovered a new ability and become a water bender, sweat does not move like that. You close your eyes and try to steady your pulse. Don’t freak out.

“Peter. get. it. off.”

As hard as you tried to stop it, your pulse begins racing again as Peter slowly rises to his feet grabbing a cup and a paper from the counter. “Relax, I don’t think it bites.”

You open your eyes and ask once you see Peter reaching out, “Why the paper and cup then?”

“Precaution.”

You feel the spider still and somehow that pushes you over the edge. Your pulse goes into overdrive, your whole body breaks into goosebumps, and you finally let the urge to swat at your neck take over. It’s as if Peter and the spider sense this. All too quickly, the following happen: you bring your hand up to smack at your neck, Peter races to it first with the cup, and the spider bites down. 

“Ow, shit!”

“Got it!” 

Peter smiles triumphantly as you rub at your neck. He places the spider back in its container and properly closes it.

“You said it didn’t bite.”

“I also said not to freak out. Are you okay? Let me see,” he takes your hand off your neck to check the bite.

“Is it gross? Is it red? Green? Pulsing? Am I gonna die? Peter, say something!”

“It’s not there. I don’t see any bite. I think you might have just smacked yourself with your hand.”

Your hand comes back to your neck as you feel around. You don’t feel any bump. You take out your phone to look for a mark but don’t see one.

“Count yourself lucky, Parker,” you glare at him over your phone.

“Okay, but you should have seen your face,” he laughs as you both exit the lab. You just roll your eyes.

As you are walking to the common space, you feel your legs go a little numb. Peter notices you walking funny.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you assure him, “I think I’m still a little shaken up is all.”

You stop Peter right as you’re about to turn into the common space. You warn him, “We do not speak of what happened in the lab.”

Peter raises his hands up in defense, “Hey, I’m not trying to get in trouble either.”

“Okay, good.”

“Great. Now let’s join everyone and watch Bruce’s twin on screen while you stare at Wanda the whole movie.”

You smack his arm and then grab it leading him into the room as you comment, “Okay, but like that guy really does look like Bruce. How have I never noticed?”

That you didn’t deny the Wanda comment is not lost on either of you.

You can already smell the popcorn in the air right as you walk in. You immediately spot Wanda standing by the TV talking to her brother who seems to be growing frustrated with the remote. You note everyone who has joined you for the movie. Bucky and Steve are sitting on the long couch talking. Bucky looks like he had just woken up from a nap, his shirt wrinkled and hair slightly sticking up on one side. Steve is freshly showered wearing his usual attire. With his muscles showing through his shirt and his posture even as he’s sitting down, he looks untouchable, but you know differently with the bandage on the side of his forehead covering a wound he claims to be from a mission. Turning your head a bit more, you see Nat and Clint heading over to the couch with buckets of popcorn. Both are dressed for the gym but neither looked sweaty so you assume they decided to watch the movie instead. Farther down you see Bruce kneeled beside the single massage chair people usually fought over. You think he’s lost something under the chair.

You turn back to Wanda. She looks so soft in her matching sweats and crew neck sweater that you had not noticed she was wearing earlier. Granted, you were busy freaking out about getting caught with the spider. You can see her eyes shining bright and lips form a line as if trying to hold back laughter. She looks so carefree in the moment and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone so ethereal as she crosses her arms covering the bottom of her gorgeous cascading hair that always tempts your fingers to touch.

I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.

“What is?” Peter says breaking your reverie.

“What?” You turn to look at him.

“You said you wondered if it’s as soft as it looks.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Do you think we should go help Pietro? He looks like he’s struggling,” you change the subject.

“Yeah, it’s kind of painful to watch.”

You and Peter walk over to the twins. Wanda spots you two first and gives you both a friendly smile. Trying not to look silly standing there blushing, you clear your throat, “Having trouble there, McQueen?”

Pietro looks even more exasperated after your comment.

“Once again, Y/N. Your teasing is of no use if I do not know what you are talking about.”

You roll your eyes, “I swear, one of these days it will be my turn to pick a movie and rest assured, it will be Cars. Now what is wrong with the remote?”

“I press up and down but it is moving side to side on the screen. And then I press the off and on button but it does not do it on time. It is broken.”

Peter takes the remote from Pietro. 

You hear a quiet giggle from Wanda. You look at her and can clearly see her holding in laughter. You throw her a confused look wondering what could be so funny to have her like this. She nods past your shoulder so you turn to look. In your line of vision, you see Bruce fiddling with a remote on a massage chair that looks out of control rocking Bruce forwards and back over and over. You turn slightly to see Peter on what you now understand is not the TV remote pressing the up and down buttons. It is single handedly, the funniest goddamn thing you’ve witnessed. How Wanda kept it together that long, you don’t know because you do not last a second when it all clicks in your head. What you do know is Wanda’s laughter is the loveliest sound you’ve ever heard. Forget your favorite song of the month. You could hear her laughter on repeat forever. 

Everyone in the room turns to look at the two of you laughing. Finally, after calming yourself down and wiping the tears from under your eyes, you wordlessly take the control from Peter, walk on over to Bruce, trade remotes with him, walk back over to Peter, and give him the correct remote. Everyone laughs save Peter, Bruce, and Pietro who look embarrassed. 

“For two of the smartest people I know, that was just absurd,” you tell Peter. “I mean I get Pietro, but you Parker. Shame.”

“Hey! I understood that one,” Pietro replies.

Wanda just giggles beside you and you don’t know if it’s simply because of the whole control fiasco or because of her laughter that you feel so light inside. So light and happy in fact that for the first time since you met her, you look at her and you give her an honest to god genuine smile first. It is not an awkward smile you returned but one you gave her first without feeling shy or embarrassed. This time Wanda is giving you what you think looks like a shy smile though you know that could just well be wishful thinking. It is a smile nevertheless and it makes you feel like you are flying. You actually have to look down to make sure your feet are on the ground. You only look back up when you hear her voice again.

“I’m going to get some drinks. Y/N, come with me?” She nods her head toward the kitchen.

Quick, what do I say. “Of course, I’ll come with you anywhere.” NO! Absolutely not. That sounds dirty.Yes, I’ll follow you anywhere. Nope. That one sounds creepy. Oh, god. Now she’s looking at me weird. Oh my god, please don’t be reading my mind right now.

“No, you are very much saying everything aloud right now,” you hear Pietro say. You see color rise to Wanda’s cheeks. You turn to Pietro and Peter and if anything goes by Peter’s shocked face, you very much did say everything out loud. Pietro’s face is so damn smug as he passes by you and whispers, “I personally think ‘I’ll follow you anywhere’ sounds romantic.” 

Peter follows closely behind Pietro and just gives you a shrug that says “what am I supposed to do?” when you give a desperate look that screams “HELP ME”. You close your eyes as you turn back around to Wanda.

“Can we just pretend I said ‘yeah, sure’ and nothing I actually said?”

You hear her say, “If that is what you want, okay. Now let’s go. I don’t think they will wait for us to start the movie.”

You finally open your eyes when you feel Wanda tug on your arm. She doesn’t let go until you make it to the fridge and when she does you feel warm where she touched you. You really need to get it together. She opens the fridge and takes out several sodas. As she hands you a few to carry, your fingers brush and though the cans are cold, you know they are not the reason goosebumps suddenly appear along your arm. You clear your throat and take a quick step back. Maybe a little too quick as you bump into the counter. 

“Are you alright?” Wanda asks.

Embarrassed you answer, “Yep, totally cool.” Totally not thinking about how badly I’d like to hold your hand or anything. Nope. Totally cool. “Awesome. Excited really to um watch the movie.”

She looks up at you with rosy cheeks and a confused look. You can’t blame her. You don’t even know where you are going with this.

You feign hearing something from where everyone else is. 

“I actually think I hear the movie playing. We should um go. We don’t want to miss the-the start and everyone is probably thirsty,” you stutter walking backwards back to the TV viewing area. 

You turn around and shake your head at yourself. You can hear Wanda’s footsteps following not too far behind. You both begin handing out sodas to everyone who decided to watch the movie. You stand off to the side with the soda you were left with looking for where to sit. Bruce was still sitting in the massage chair that is now working in the way he likes. Nat, Bucky, Steve, and Clint sit on the longer couch. Pietro lies on his side on the floor right in front of the TV. Lastly, on the smaller couch sits Peter and now Wanda. Seems like you will be taking the floor as well. 

You decide you’ll sit by Pietro. Better this way than sitting by his sister who is looking at you so intensely as if studying you or trying to figure what you are thinking without actually reading your thoughts. You know she wouldn’t do that if she could help it. She respects everyone enough to not invade their minds. Little does she know she invades yours everyday in the least expected way. 

Just as you are about to sit, Peter calls your name, “Oh, Y/N, here you can have my seat.” 

Fucking well-mannered asshole, you think to yourself. But then you are not so sure you kept that in your head after you hear Pietro chuckle.

You walk on over to the small couch as Peter crouches to the floor. You’ve been trying to avoid Wanda’s gaze but the closer you get the harder it is. You finally look at her and her gorgeous eyes that always make your head spin. You’re rather dizzy by the time you make it to the couch.

No, but like actually dizzy this time. Maybe you are coming down with something. That would actually be a godsend at a time like this. You don’t think you can last a whole movie sitting so close to Wanda.  

You actually do feel a bit better sitting down. She gives you a small smile which you awkwardly return. Great. Back to awkward you. You stare down to the unopened soda can in her hand - orange soda. You know she isn’t going to drink that. Fortunately for her, you hold her preferred drink - Dr. Pepper. 

“Here. Trade you,” you offer your drink to her.

“Oh!” She looks surprised, but pleasantly surprised you’d say based on the smile on her face when she sees the drink you are offering. “Are you sure?”

“Very,” you say. “I like orange better.” Lie.

“Thanks,” she takes the drink from your hand and gives you hers. “You know, this is actually my favorite.”

I know.

“Well then good thing I sat here as it worked out for the both of us,” you respond, your nerves settling down somewhat letting your body relax on the couch.

Of course that doesn’t last long when she also leans back comfortably looking you dead in the eye as she says, “Yeah, lucky me.”

You swear you feel your heart skip a beat, possibly a whole 16 bars worth. Then you think your heart stops beating all together when she leans her side into yours. You are pretty certain the couch is spacious enough to have no touching happening. You are in no shape to say anything though as you are basically trying to catch your breath while the movie plays. When you finally do breathe in deep, you suddenly wish you hadn’t. All you can smell is her shampoo. 

How can anyone smell so good? It should be illegal. What is it, strawberry? Smells a little like flowers too.

“Good nose,” Wanda whispers, leaning more so into your space giving you a mini heart attack. “It’s strawberry shampoo and the lotion is rose scented. I can show you later if you want? Here, smell it.” 

Wanda practically shoves her wrist under your nose. You are trying to remember the words to “Hail Mary” because this just might be the moment you die. You hesitantly sniff her wrist and though you wish you could stay there until all the oxygen in your body is replaced by that scent you quickly pull away.

“Yep, roses.”

You turn to give her a quick smile and shit she’s close. Any closer and you’d be bumping noses. You linger there for what feels like forever but you know it’s more around 5 seconds, 4 seconds longer than you would have ever allowed yourself before. Your throat goes dry. 

“Sorry,” you whisper quickly as you turn your head to the TV to try to distract yourself. You pop open your soda and nearly chug it down all the way. Wanda is quiet beside you seemingly invested in the movie as she takes sips of her soda but you know she is not following along because every other minute you see her glance your way from your peripheral vision. 

You feel her pull away from you and get off the couch, and you almost sigh in relief until you see her come back with a blanket. You finish off your soda and leave the can on the floor as she sits back down. You try to ignore her but she calls your attention by waving a side of the blanket in front of you asking if you want some. You shake your head no and Wanda pouts. Like she actually pouts and she waves the blanket again looking at you expectantly.

God, you’re too cute. Like I could ever say no to that face.

You nod giving your thanks as she throws the blankets over you as well. 

“Good to know,” she says. As you’re about to ask what is good to know, she leans fully into your side, loops her arm around yours, and lays her head on your shoulder turning her attention back to the movie without a word. She either doesn’t realize or she doesn’t care that her actions have broken you. You are stiff as a board but you quickly will yourself to relax. You reason if this is the only chance you get to be with her like this, you may as well enjoy it.

As the movie goes on, you feel more relaxed than you ever felt. You don’t know if it is the warmth of the blanket or of having Wanda pressed so close, but you feel sluggish, almost tired-like but you know you’re not ready to sleep yet. It is almost like your brain is taking a little longer to catch up to what is happening. 

When Wanda’s thumb is rubbing your hand, you sigh. 

This feels nice. I always wondered what holding your hand would feel like. Now that I know, I don’t ever want to let go. You think or you think you think.

When she squeezes your hand, you’re not so sure you kept that in your head but this time you don’t really care because she sinks further into you. You don’t even know when she decided to hold your hand, but you are not complaining about it. 

A few scenes go by, but not without your commentary. Usually your commentary gets a chuckle here and there or is ignored but these comments you make are not so forgettable. Not when you say things like 

“You should try giving Nat a dollhouse, Banner” to Bruce making him blush and everyone stare at you incredulously and some laugh

and

“If your laugh was my ringtone, I would have so many missed calls because I’d want to hear it all the way through” to Wanda when she laughs at your previous comment. This has her blushing now. You hadn’t realized you said that until her cheeks turned pink and Peter whipped his head around to look at you with wide eyes. You ignore him and continue not really knowing where this is coming from. “You’re cute when you blush.” 

Everyone is looking at you both now. She ducks her head and if she wasn’t blushing before, she is flushing now with all the attention. The movie is long forgotten. You pull her head to hide into your neck as you chuckle, “Hey, there’s no need to be embarrassed. If anything, Captain USA over there should be embarrassed telling everyone his head injury was from a mission.”

Steve’s eyes widen but so do Pietro’s for a different reason as he rushes over to you.

“Tell me everything,” he says like a child on christmas.

“Alright, alright. I hurt myself in training, okay?” Steve interrupts.

“Well, that’s not that interesting,” Pietro huffs.

“He threw his shield and it ricocheted,” you stage whisper.

Pietro’s eyes shine with glee. Everyone turns to look at Steve to see if there is any truth to the story and his face gives him away. Everyone bursts out laughing and you feel Wanda laughing as well in your arms.

“How did you even know that?” Peter asks.

“Tinman has cameras everywhere. I bet he has it recorded somewhere.”

“Man, I have to see it!” Peter exclaims and has most people agree.

“Okay, I promise it’s not that funny, guys,” Steve tries to calm everyone down.

 “No, if you want funny, you should watch Guns and Arrows duet. What was it “Love is an Open Door?” you reply directing everyone’s gaze to Nat and Clint. Even Wanda pulls from you to look at them. 

“You showed her the video?” Natasha glares at Clint.

“No, it’s on the internet for anyone to watch as they please. Clint makes a great Anna by the way.”

“This is the greatest day of my life,” Pietro says as he pulls out his phone searching for the video. “I don’t know what put you in this mood, but thank you.”

“I’ve got a lot more too,” you say as you get up from the couch, legs feeling a little wobbly, “but that will have to wait til I get back. I drank the soda too fast trying to calm my nerves from sitting so close to your sister.”

“Why would you be nervous? It’s just Wanda,” Pietro says.

You gape at him in disbelief as if he had just insulted you and he might as well have. It is as if everything else just disappears.

“ ‘Just’ Wanda?! You say that like she isn’t the coolest person in the world! Which makes you cool by default because you’re her twin, so you should be thanking her.” 

You try to lean in closer to him as if to tell him a secret but your body is more swaying off balance than anything, “Don’t tell anyone but I get nervous around pretty girls. So of course I would be nervous around your sister. Also, don’t tell Peter cause he thinks he’s better than me at talking to girls and I refuse to admit he’s right.”

Pietro is wearing a shit eating grin as you move back. You don’t see everyone’s matching shocked faces as you turn. You turn too quickly and due to your weird state of being you fall face first into Peter. Luckily he catches you with ease. 

“That was a close one,” you giggle. “Thanks, Spider Boy.”

“Y/N, are you feeling okay?” Peter asks. Everyone rushes over to you both.

“I’m great,” you respond as helps you up. “Is the room spinning or is it just me?”

“You should sit down, Y/N,” Wanda looks at you with worry.

You frown, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did Pietro eat your sandwich again? It’s okay. I can make you another one righ-”

“PARKER! L/N!” 

Everyone’s heads turn to the voice coming from the elevator that could only be Tony’s.

“Do you think he knows about the spider?” you whisper to Peter as your vision goes blurry.

“How could you let the spider out! Do you even have a clue what it does?” Tony’s silhouette makes his way to you.

“So maybe it did bite you,” Peter looks at you guilty and picks you up as your knees give out again.

“Fucking RoboSpider,” is the last thing you say before everything goes dark.

***

When you finally come to, you are in your room in your pyjamas with a pounding headache. You slowly sit up on your bed. Your body is aching as well. Hearing your movement, Peter springs up from where he was sitting against the wall. 

He approaches you slowly and hands you a glass of water, “Hey, how are you feeling.”

“Like a damn Stark tech spider bit me after I told my friend not to mess with it,” you manage to glare at Peter after 

“Sorry. Are you mad?”

“Unless I got some cool spider powers out of it. Let’s see.”

You touch several objects around you exaggerating your actions so he clearly sees nothing is sticking to you.

“Nope, guess that answers that.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let it out. That’s my fault and I totally take the blame. I told Mr. Stark that too,” he says as he sits by your side.

You accept his apology. You sit there with him in silence for a few minutes letting everything that happened settle in your mind.

“Oh, god. Everyone is probably mad at me. Why couldn’t I stop talking?” You take a pillow and scream into it.

“It was the spider. Apparently instead of venom it has a sort of truth serum-like substance that works I guess but it works I guess more like alcohol,” Peter explains. 

“Remind me to never get drunk around any of you.”

Peter laughs and takes the pillow from you.

“If it’s any consolation, no one is mad at you. They, um, saw the video of you freaking out with the spider and say it’s even now.”

“Nooo,” you whine and Peter just chuckles beside you. His laughter dies down and he looks at you for a moment like something is pressing on his mind.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something else?” you start to panic. “Oh, my god, did I pee my pants?! I remember having to go to the restroom but I don’t remember going. Is that why I’m in my pjs? Did everyone see? Did Wanda see? I’m never coming out of this room.”

“Breathe, Y/N, breathe!” Peter places his hands on your shoulders and breathes with you. 

“I was going to say that Wanda is waiting outside to talk to you.”

Your eyes widen, “Somehow that’s worse! How do I begin to apologize? I embarrassed her the most out of everybody.”

“Just talk to her. I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think,” he says getting up. 

“Peter, don’t leave me yet. Peter!” you whisper yell as he makes his way to the door.

“You’ll be fine. We both know I’m better at talking to girls than you but I still have full confidence,” he replies cheekily as he exits leaving the door open.

“Asshole!” You call after him but to your misfortune Wanda walks in at the same time.

“Well that’s different. Usually I get a flustered greeting from you,” she says amusedly.

“S-sorry. That was for Peter. Not you. Never you. Unless, you like asshole -er being called asshole, but you probably don’t so… Hi, Wanda. What can I do for you?”

“There it is,” Wanda chuckles. You blush in return. She glances at the spot next to you where Peter had been sitting. “May I?”

“Yes,” you squeak. You clear your throat trying to sound less nervous. “Of course.”

You take a deep breath as she sits down closer than Peter had, your shoulders touching. You look at the door while she looks at you. You try to calculate how fast you would have to move to run out the door before she can close it with her powers. You know that even if you had Pietro’s speed, you still could not run fast enough to escape this conversation. It’s been a long time coming. It was time to own up and accept the feelings you tried to ignore. You would not run away this time. You will not deny what you’ve made blatantly obvious to everyone. You are in love with Wanda Maximoff. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Wanda asks.

“As if you don’t know. You’re the telepath here,” you turn your face to hers.

“You know I won’t do it on purpose. I’ll only hear thoughts that-”

“Are loud,” you finish for her. “I know. I also know my mind is practically screaming my thoughts at you.”

“I’d rather hear them come from your mouth,” she replies quietly.

“Before I go and ruin everything-”

“You won’t,” Wanda interjects and moves to hold your hand.

“Before I go and ruin everything,” you begin again, “I want to apologize if I embarrassed you yesterday or made you uncomfortable in any way. That being said, I cannot apologize for what I said because I meant every word and I refuse to take them back even if it makes us being around each other awkward or difficult. I just want to be honest.”

You squeeze her hand and take a deep breath. You look right into her eyes, your heart beating fast. You’re scared but also excited to finally say the words.

“I love you.”

The words are said with such confidence, you’re shocked. Maybe, you’re more shocked they didn’t come from you. It takes a moment for you to shake from your stupor. 

“I-I was going to say that.”

“You were taking too long,” she says as she leans in and kisses you. It takes you two seconds to get your act together and kiss her back. You close your eyes and your heart slows to its regular beating as a calm washes over you. All worries of unrequited feelings forgotten. There are no nerves to interrupt your actions. No doubts hold you back from kissing her harder as she moves to sit on your lap without breaking your kiss. When the need to breathe can’t be ignored, you pull back feeling light headed. 

She smiles at you and she is the most beautiful thing you have ever come across with her chest heaving, lips bruised, and strands of her hair falling in front of her face. You look at her adoringly as you push her hair back to see her whole face. 

“I love you,” you finally say.

“Wasn’t too hard, was it?” she laughs. 

You roll your eyes and you kiss her this time.

***

“So, how’d it go?” Peter asks a few hours later.

“Her hair is as soft as it looks.”

[duskandstarlight]

POSSESSIVE PROTECTIVE CASSIAN PLEASE

This is possessive, jealous Cassian and Helion’s flirting is the culprit! I wrote this ages ago on my phone and is incomplete. The gist is that Nesta and Cassian are visiting the court so Nesta can learn more about their education system. They are not together, but sleep together with no funny business… I wrote this ages ago and it was going to go in E&L. Now it doesn’t fit, so here’s a very long bit of it…

Cassian had drank himself into a stupor and by the time he’d stumbled back to his room, it was well past midnight.

What he found surprised him: Nesta, curled up on her side of the bed beneath the covers. He heard her even breathing turn lighter. She couldn’t have been out long but her expression was riddled with sleep as she rubbed face against the pillow.

He turned away from her before she opened her eyes, the anger from earlier still clinging its sharp teeth into his gut. But he could feel her stare burning into his skin and he suddenly flushed hot with it.

He pulled off his shirt, glad of his brother’s lifelong enchantment which meant that the buttons around his wings automatically unbuttoned themselves, and started to tug off his pants.

Usually he wore loose pants and a tunic to bed but he was too drunk to care. There was also a part of him that wanted to make Nesta uneasy, just so she knew how fucking terrible he’d felt all day watching Helion flirt with her.

A fresh swell of anger burst through him and he found himself speaking before he could check himself. “Why are you here?”

He dared to turn to her then. He expected her fury and it was there, but underneath it was hurt. It made him feel like a prize prick.

Nesta sat up and his eyes automatically flicked to her cleavage that was on show in her low neck nightgown - he couldn’t help it - and she hissed at him through the long, golden hair that hung down her face in waves before she tucked it behind an ear.

She studied him for a moment. “You left.”

“Yes,” he said, but the way he said it he may as well have said, and what?

“You didn’t say goodbye,” she embellished.

Cassian made his shrug loose but he knew he wasn’t fooling her. “You were busy with Helion.”

Nesta snorted. “When has that ever stopped you from interrupting before?”

“You looked like you we’re enjoying the attention.”

Even in the darkness, Cassian saw Nesta’s eyes flash bright with anger, but she only said, “Yet here I am.”

Cassian clenched his jaw. He knew she hadn’t bedded Helion - he’d have scented it on her the moment he had stepped into his room. Hell, he’d have probably known prior to that. He’d seen flashes of roiling flesh and the sounds of panted moans from her before, even if it was over a year ago. He couldn’t go through that again. His heart couldn’t take it.

His eyes hardened at the thought and he stared her down. She looked right back, unflinching, as he told her with bite, “I don’t care. Fuck who you want.”

Lies, lies, lies. And Nesta - his unflappable hellcat - flinched. Her answering snarl was soft and menacing. He could tell he wasn’t far off from being blasted with that power of hers. He could feel the pressure building.

“You’re being a territorial bat,” she hissed, a finger stabbing through the air between them. Silver sparked like stars before fading into nothing.

Tossing his clothes onto the armchair beside the bed, Cassian made his voice distant and uncaring, even as it dropped an octave, “I left you with Helion to do what you wished. You have no idea how territorial I could have been.”

“You growled multiple times,” Nesta pointed out coldly.

“I can’t help it,” he snapped.

Closing his eyes, he willed the red hot blood in his veins to cool, but Nesta had already fought right back.

“I’d have thought the General of the Night Court Armies would have a little more self-control,” she bit out with equal fervour.

But that’s where she was wrong. Cassian had never exercised such restraint, apart from when he had bedded her himself and stopped her from touching him. Even though he had never wanted anybody more. He still didn’t.

The thought sobered him and Cassian looked away, his jaw working again.

“I did the least amount of damage, considering,” he gritted out.

Nesta snorted. “Considering what? Helion’s a shameless flirt who thinks he can bed whoever he likes. He’s just moved on to me now he can’t have you, Mor and Azriel. You should know better.”

It was a loaded comment that Cassian ignored. It was the next statement that hurt more than anything.

“I’m not yours.”

The truthful agony of it swept over him and suddenly it was hard to breathe.

“I know that, trust me,” he said hoarsely.

But now Nesta had started she seemed to have no intention of stopping. “You’re jealous.”

Cassian made a strangled noise in the back of his throat and fisted his hands at his sides. He strode towards the dresser - anything to not look at her - and pulled out some loose pants.

“Of course I’m jealous. Everyone knows I’m jealous. I’m fucking transparent when it comes to you.

“He showed me the library. Not his bedroom.”

“He may as well have,” Cassian muttered, pulling his hair out of its tie. He ran his fingers through his knotted hair, not wincing as they snagged on the tangles. “I could tell what he wanted from you.”

“You are being insufferable,” Nesta hissed.

Cassian threw the tie at the armoire. It missed and landed on the floor. Somehow his inability to do something so simple had his temper breaking completely.

He didn’t dare look at her as he snapped, “Then go away. I didn’t ask you to come here. I’ve drunk too much and I want to go to bed.”

Her answer was defiant. “No.”

Cassian’s nostrils flared at her refusal but he just disappeared into the bathroom to wash up. When he came back she was still there, already curled up towards the middle of the mattress.

He turned the bathroom light out so he didn’t have to look at her, even though his heart leapt that she was still here with him.

They lay in the dark for a long while, neither of them sleeping. Usually just having Nesta beside him, her heartbeat wrapped around his, was enough for him to surrender to sleep, but today it didn’t help - not with their disagreement still hanging thickly in the air around them.

An hour must have passed until Nesta’s hand brushed his. Refusing to react, Cassian clenched his jaw but then Nesta wound her fingers through his own and he felt his resolve melt slightly at the touch.

“I don’t want Helion,” Nesta said, her voice close to his ear.

“Fine.”

“Stop being angry with me.”

“I’m not angry with you.”

“You seem it.”

“I’m not,” he assured her, even though he struggled to quell the green-eyed monster that was raging inside of him.

“Helion is showing me the education system. I can’t be rude.”

Cassian snort was rude. “That’s never stopped you before, sweetheart.”

“This is important to me. I want to learn and improve the camp schools. I thought you out of everyone would understand that.”

His fingers itched to pull her flush against him but he didn’t. He couldn’t speak or form words because he felt selfish and horrible for caring about Helion’s flirting when Nesta was trying to do good. But his love for her was too fierce now to hide. Just the thought of her even being interested in another male had him wanting to rend apart the sky.

And if Cassian was being honest, he was terrified that she would reject him and everything good that had ever happened to him would come to an end.

So he didn’t say anything.

It took him a long time to get to sleep.