#vibrates excitedly. two and a half weeks

[daddy-socrates]

i've sent my thesis poster and zoom link to two of my undergrad professors, hoping they have a forwarding email for the retired professor whom i blame for my whole second degree in this shit

[weirdosinthestereo]

Stress Relief (Glen Powell x f!Reader)

This is a very smutty idea I had about Glen Powell's lover helping him relieve some stress while off filming a movie.

Warnings: 18+!!MDNI, very sexual, toys, dirty talk, slight sub Glen and Dom reader, no use of y/n.

Filming movies was not always fun and games. It can be stressful and lonely sometimes. Especially, when your partner is across the country from you.

Glen sighed heavily as he unlocked his hotel room and instantly went to the bed when he entered. Falling face first on the bed with a long groan. He was tired and his back was tense, he wished his partner was there to massage his back like she usually does. She always was able to make everything melt away when Glen got like this. The sudden knocking at the door only made things worse. Glen groaned lowly again as he drug himself to his feet to answer the knocking.

“What?! What are you doing here, beautiful?!” Glen asked excitedly as he grabbed his lover in his arms for a tight squeeze. She laughed softly and pats Glen’s back. “I came to surprise you! I took a week off to come spend some time with you. You seemed like you were extremely stressed when we talked on the phone last week.” She said kissing Glen gently as she slowly pet the back of his neck where his hair line began. Glen hummed happily as he hugged his partner and rest his head on her shoulder. They were quiet for a moment before Glen let her inside.

Glen took her bag and set it with his stuff before pulling her to him again for a loving embrace. “I brought something special for you.” she whispers softly in Glen’s ear. Glen smiled and chuckled as he pulled back to look at her. “What would that be?” He asked as he gripped her hips tightly now. His mind was already running wild at her words. “Get naked and lie down. I'll show you and get rid of some of the stress you're feeling. I can tell you're really tense.” She murmurs against Glen's lips as they kiss deeply. She had to practically shove Glen off to get him to let go. Glen smiled mischievously as he quickly strips and lies back on the bed.

While Glen got comfortable on the bed, his lover rummages in her bag. She turns back to Glen and smiles as she shows off the lotion and a box. Glen knew the lotion well, it was the body lotion she likes to massage him with that heats up. However, the box was new. “So, I'm going to massage you while also letting these two cock rings help you cum. But they are controlled by my phone and I get to choose the intensity.” Glen squirmed as she crawled up the bed to him, already at half mast at her words. “Sounds like fun..” Glen sighs as she takes off her shirt to reveal his favorite lacey bra.

“Now lay back and relax and let me take care of you.” She says before straddling Glen's thighs. Glen held her hips and rubbed up and down her sides while she opened the box with the cock rings in it. Glen could feel the anxious energy thrumming under his skin as he watched her. Glen grunts and squirms his hips a little unsure as she places the first ring around his base. The tightness wasn't bad, just a little more snug than he was used to. She smiled as she put the other ring right under his tip where she knew Glen was the most sensitive. Glen ruts his hips shallowly and gives her a soft whine.

“Shhh… patience sweetness. I'll give you what you want soon.” She smiled at how Glen was already letting her take control. He wasn't fully submissive, but he liked to let her take care of him every so often. He also liked how she spoke so sweet and caring to him when she took the more dominant role. After turning on the vibrating bullets on the rings she turned the vibrations up to a steady medium on her phone, making sure they gave constant pleasure. Glen arched up and gripped her hips tight as he pressed his head into the pillows, the sigh that came from him was mouth watering.

“Easy, just let them help you. No touching. Now, I'm gonna rub all that tension out for you.” She says while putting a decent amount of lotion on her hands. Glen's cheeks were dusted a light shade of pink while he watched her lean over him and begin massaging his shoulders and chest. Glen ruts his hips shallowly as his cock leaks precum on his lower belly. They played with toys, but never something specifically for him. Glen moaned as he kept squirming under her when the lotion began to heat up his skin, heightening his already frazzled senses. She smiled at him and started to pay particular attention to his nipples.

“My sweet sweet man. Does that feel good? Yeah? I bet it does. You're such a good boy for me.” She always gave nice praises and Glen was here for it. “Yesss..it feels so good.” Glen replies as he looks at her with hazy eyes. She smiled as she moved down to his stomach, making sure to avoid his cock that begged for her attention as it twitched as her hands neared. Glen whined and huffed pitifully when she avoided touching him, she knew he always liked when she stroked him with the heating lotion.

“No no. You're on my terms right now.” She told him as he bucked his hips insistently. She kissed him while running her hands up his sides. Glen moaned into her mouth when the rings suddenly started vibing faster, she had sneakily turned them up when she leaned down to kiss him. Glen arched his back as he kept rutting his hips into nothing. She laughed as she finally reached down but only to fondle his balls. It was good, but not what he fully wanted. “Please… I'm so close.” Glen begged as he gripped the pillow under his head and bit his lip after she leaned up. He could feel his orgasm right there, he just needed a little extra push to finally release.

“I know my sweet man. Come on, you can do it untouched, can't you? Come on. Cum for me and let all your stress wash away.” She turns the vibes up just a bit more. Glen arched his back and let out a short yelp before moaning roughly as he finally reached his peak. “Fuucck it feels so good baby! Aahh.. yes!” Glen knew she liked when he was vocal for her so he gave her just what she wanted. She reached down and stroked Glen gently to help draw out his climax, only stopping to turn the toys off when Glen seemed to be trying to move away from them. She didn't think tonight was the night to overstimulate him.

Glen breathed heavily as he felt his body loosen and relax more than he's been in two weeks. He kept his eyes closed as he let his heart calm down and gather his senses back. “You doing okay my sweet boy? I think that was the fastest i've ever made you reach your end.” She asked in a sickly sweet voice as she ran her fingers through his hair to move it out of his face. She smiled softly when his green eyes met hers. Glen smiled tiredly as he cupped her cheek in his right hand, “Yes, I'm great. Thank you. Thank you for helping me relieve some stress in a very enjoyable way and thank you for coming to visit me.” He kissed her lovingly as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“Anything for you, dear.” She whispered as she lay her forehead against his. They stayed quiet like that for a moment to just enjoy the calmness of being together.

“Okay, let's go get cleaned up.” He said knowing he had begun to sweat a bit from all the excitement. “Sounds good. It would be nice to have a warm shower after the plane ride here. Then we can go find something for dinner.” She murmurs and pulls away to get off his thighs. Glen smiled lovingly at her before he slowly stood on trembling legs. Damn, that had been a nearly earth shattering climax. Best he's had in weeks. She always knew how to make things great.

“I love you.” He mused and kissed the crown of her head and pulled her by the hand to the bathroom so they could get ready to go have dinner.

[toomuchracket]

hey so i have absolutely no idea what this is or where it came from or which au it works for (maybe bday party or barista? idk), but here - a sultry little newly-dating matty drabble for you all:

"oh, thank you," you smile as matty hands you a glass of wine, and giggle as he leans down to press an easy kiss onto your glossy, mango-flavoured lips. his taste, as always, like spearmint gum and a hint of cigarettes; you think the combination is quickly becoming your favourite flavour. of course, the smoky sandalwood of the candle he's currently lighting is definitely up there too. "are you wasting a stupidly expensive candle on me, matthew?"

"beautiful girls deserve beautiful things, darling."

he flicks a cheeky grin back to you, and you curl further into the sofa, hiding your face behind your wine. you've never been good with compliments, and matty has an awful habit of dropping them into conversation as easy as breathing and totally overwhelming you - when you speak, your voice comes out as a murmur. "less of that nonsense, please."

"s'not nonsense, it's fact. but i really, really want you to stay here as long as possible tonight, so i'll try and keep the facts about you to a minimum."

"thank you."

"for you, anything. speaking of," he gestures to the shelves upon shelves of LPs on the wall opposite you. "wanna pick a record for us to put on, sweetheart?"

a sip of wine, a shake of the head. "you pick, please."

"alright," matty stands, scanning the collection for a second, reaching up to slide a couple of records out and deliberating. his shirt comes untucked at the back, and you have to force yourself not to fixate on the dimples at the base of his spine instead of listening to him. "so, tell me. what's new with you this week?"

you shrug. "nothing much, really. finished that work thing i was telling you about..."

"the new project?"

"yeah, just waiting for feedback on it. aside from that, it's been really quiet," you take another sip of wine as you watch matty carefully move the needle, and a memory pops into your head alongside the slow soul melody filling the room; you blurt it out before the nerves get the better of you. he'll like this. "oh, and i realised i can't make myself cum anymore."

as expected, it gets to matty - he coughs, turning and blinking up at you in bewilderment. the words seem to sink in after a second, and his pretty face shifts into a half-smirk. "yeah?" he crosses to the couch in two strides, settling himself at the opposite end from you and manoeuvring your stockinged feet onto his lap; as he has a drink of his wine, a calloused finger from the other hand traces patterns on your ankle, leaving goosebumps in its wake despite the 40-denier barrier between your respective bare skin. "please enlighten me on how you figured that one out, gorgeous."

you roll your eyes. "how'd you think?"

"well, i can tell you what i'd like to think," matty downs the rest of his wine, shuffling closer along the couch towards you; he stops when his thigh meets yours, and the closeness is thrilling. a thumb swipes tenderly over your knee. "but i'd like to hear the truth from you, please."

"alright," a smile etches its way onto your face, as it always does when he looks at you all gooey-eyed like this; it grows when you stretch to lay your glass down and his eyes trail down to your chest, and a matching one appears on his face when your hand softly cards through his hair. "hands, pillow, showerhead, vibrator, in that order, in the span of maybe... two hours? and nothing, not one method, none of it could get me off," you huff out a laugh, loving the way matty's eyes close and a small moan leaves his lips at the thought. "think you've ruined anything and everything else for me, baby."

matty hums happily, gently tugging you so you're straddling his lap and resting his arms on your hips. when he opens his eyes, you shiver excitedly at the way his pupils have dilated with want. "should've phoned me, darling," he practically coos, voice low and all but dripping with sex. "always more than willing to give you what you want, what you need."

"i know," you rest your forehead against matty's, head growing dizzy at the way your breath mingles with his. "but i couldn't have phoned you that night, baby, i really couldn't."

you feel his brow furrow. "why not?"

"because," you smile, practically into his mouth. "it wasn't long after you'd left mine. didn't want you to think i was, y'know, desperate," you laugh, and so does he, soft as silk. "but i couldn't stop thinking about you, matty. i can't stop, ever, actually, not at all."

"feeling's mutual, sweetheart."

"yeah?"

"yeah," he tilts his head, lips finding yours with pinpoint accuracy; you melt into him, sighing softly as his tongue swipes across your skin and into your mouth, simultaneously forceful and delicate and just so uniquely... matty. he breaks away at the last possible second before oxygen becomes an immediate necessity, chuckling as he gulps for air and softly caresses your hips. "fuck, you're so good. jesus," he beams, wild-eyed and messy-haired, and something in your heart cracks. "really wanna make up for the other night, now, darling, if you'll let me."

"please," your voice is wanton, but you're too wired to be embarrassed about that - it's not like you could be, anyway, with matty looking at you so sexily. "how do you want me?"

"christ, so many ways... can i deliberate while i take you to bed?"

you nod, kissing him again with a smile. "can do anything you want."

[fishfooddude]

Sorry?

MDNI 18+

Carmy isn't getting a redemption arch after this one.

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Carmy set his phone down on the office desk when Natalie had let herself in. She shot him ‘the look,’ the one she’d always give him when she knew he was doing something embarrassing. “Anything you want to share with me, Carmy?” she half-joked as she pulled up a chair next to him. Carmy shook his head as he leaned back in his chair. “Okay… so, going through Mikey’s finances proved a couple of things. Aside from owning Uncle Jimmy a lot of money, he was also about 30k in personal debt.” Natalie began to explain as she reached for her computer bag; she paused when Carmy’s phone vibrated loudly against the desk. “You need to get that?” she asked, gesturing toward the phone. Carmy shook his head and sat forward on his chair, “Carmen. You can speak, right?” she was annoyed by his sudden mutism. 

Carmy laughed, “Sorry. Just got some stuff on my mind.” he grabbed his phone from the table to see another notification from his newly reactivated Hinge profile. He wasn’t confident when it came to women, but the sudden attention he’d been getting didn’t hurt his ego. Natalie noticed the subtle upward twitch of his lips and shook her head. He was a 31-year-old bachelor with an up-and-coming restaurant, while she still saw Carmy as her annoying little brother most of the time; she’d be lying if she said he wasn’t handsome. She noticed the subtle glances women would give him when the two of them went out together. Natalie rolled her eyes as Carmy slipped his phone into his back pocket, “Okay, so 30k in personal debt? What do we do?” Carmy questioned, trying to keep his mind on work.

By the end of the night, Carmy was exhausted. Not only was running the restaurant proving to be more difficult than he’d originally thought, Mikey was still fucking him over from beyond the grave, and he needed to let off some steam before he blew up. When your account popped up on his ‘Likes You,’ he messaged you immediately and hoped you’d be down to hang out tonight. 

You excitedly walked up the stairs leading to Carmy’s apartment door after the week you’d had; his offer to come ‘hang out’ was just what you needed. There was a familiarity to his face, a warmth you couldn’t place, but the reality was you didn’t care that much. You waited a brief moment between knocking on his door and him opening it. You blushed, realizing he was a lot cuter in person. “Hey.” you smiled as you felt him look you up and down.

“Hey yourself.” he grinned as he moved aside to let you into his modest apartment. The first thing you noticed was piles of cookbooks and the distinct smell of stale cigarette smoke. You turned on your heel to face Carmy and confidently stepped toward him. Carmy smirked and reached out to grab your hips, “I’d ask if you want a tour, but this is pretty much it.” he chuckled as he ducked his head down into the crook of your neck. He softly nipped at the sensitive skin, and you giggled before bringing up how he could show you his bedroom. A groan escaped his mouth as you pushed him off of you. He leaned back and hungrily stared at your body before softly shaking his head. Carmy dropped his hands before grabbing one of yours. He gently pulled you toward a closed door you assumed to be his bedroom. 

As you crossed the threshold, your lips were on his, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. Carmy mumbled something against your mouth as his hands fumbled around your torso. He stumbled backward to his bed, pulling you as he tripped over a pair of jeans he’d left on the floor. 

“Fuck.” Carmy breathed as you began trailing kisses down his jaw toward his ear. You giggled at the reaction you were able to draw from him. As you ran a hand down his chest, you felt his hands grasp at your ass. He squeezed you through the sweatpants you’d worn, eliciting a soft moan from you. “Take this off,” you whispered into Carmy’s ear as you fisted the soft material covering his chest. Carmy nodded and followed your command. 

“I showed you mine. You show me yours.” Carmy said as he flipped the two of you over, wedging himself between your legs. You felt his growing length against your clothed core as you reached for the bottom of your tank top. Carmy marveled over your bare breasts before returning to kiss your lips. You clawed at his bare back as one of his large, calloused hands over your newly exposed skin. A whimper escaped your lips as Carmy rolled your nipple between his fingers. Carmy took the opportunity and gently pushed his tongue into your mouth. 

Your hands found the button of Carmy’s jeans and quickly tried to undo it. Ending the kiss, Carmy chuckled as his hand abandoned your breast as he sat back up on his knees to pull his pants and boxers down just enough to release his cock from the denim prison he’d been in. You felt a blush develop on your cheeks as you looked at his penis, “Can I suck you off?” 

Carmy met your question with a chuckle, “Later. I need to fuck you already, sweetheart.” He shifted on his bed and stood up. As he loomed over your body, he pulled you by the hips, so your legs now dangled off of the mattress. Carmy pulled your sweatpants down in a swift movement as you giggled and squeezed your breasts. Carmy pushed your panties to the side and ran a finger up through your folds before landing on your clit. The sudden pressure on the bud of nerve endings made you whine softly, “Fuck me, Carmen!”

Carmy groaned as he rubbed small circles against your clit. You whined as Carmy leaned to the side to open his side table drawer. He pushed the drawer's contents around until his eye caught the reflective foil square he desperately wanted. You watched through squinted eyes as Carmy opened the condom and attempted to roll the lubricated latex down his leaking length. 

You gasped as Carmy started pushing his length into you. “Fuck- you feel so fuckin’ good.” he groaned as he bottomed out inside of you. As he pulled out, you reached your arms up to him; Carmy chuckled and leaned down to press his lips to yours as he began thrusting his hips at a steady pace enjoying the feeling of your pussy clench around him.

Your lips had melted together as Carmy’s thrusts got sloppier; you reached down to rub your clit. He moaned into your mouth as his motions stopped. The two of you were still for a few moments before he pulled his softening cock out of you. You stared up at the ceiling while he disposed of the condom, “You didn’t- did you?” he awkwardly asked. You propped yourself up on your elbows, “I didn’t… Can you pass me my pants?”

Carmy’s lips formed a tight grin, and he obliged the request. You took the pants from him and slipped them on before grabbing your discarded T-shirt. “Hey—uh, I’m sorry.” Carmy awkwardly apologized, and you shrugged in response. 

“Happens to the best of us, Carmen.”

[liaromancewriter]

Birthday Cake

Premise: Ethan Ramsey doesn’t like to celebrate his birthday. No one told his daughters that.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. OC children Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 875

A/N: In Lia Land, Ethan's birthday is on July 31. I forgot to mark the occasion, but better late than never. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge August challenge, birthday dialogue prompt (in bold). I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 46, prompt 3 (in bold).

Ethan Ramsey couldn’t remember the last time he’d celebrated his birthday with a party. Cassie knew how much he detested the fanfare around that day and respected his wishes not to make a big deal out of it.

Besides, he much preferred their private celebrations. Their sex life had always been hot, but it was downright incendiary on anniversaries and birthdays.

The special day was a week away, and he’d already made plans. Naveen had given him the keys to his cabin while he spent the summer visiting family. The nanny would look after the girls, and his dad was coming up from Providence to spend the day with them.

Ethan was already salivating in anticipation of unwrapping his birthday present.

“You look pleased with yourself,” Cassie commented from the other side of the couch, lowering the tablet in her hand, brow arched in question.

It was Saturday afternoon, and they were spending a quiet day at home. The twins were on the floor, engrossed in their coloring books. He heard them whispering and giggling mischievously every now and then. But that was a common occurrence between them, and he didn’t give it any mind.

“Just thinking,” he drawled, dropping his voice after a quick glance at the girls, “about my birthday present. And how much I will enjoy unwrapping it, inch by slow inch.”

“You have my full attention,” Cassie laughed, throwing him a sultry wink. “Two words. Black. Lace.”

“Happy Birthday to me,” he chuckled, seductively running one index finger up her shorts-clad leg, enjoying how she shivered.

At four years old (four and a half, thank you very much), Eloise and Sophie Ramsey knew birthdays meant cake. The games and presents were nice too, but really, it was all about the cake.

Eloise liked chocolate cake best, with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. Lots of rainbow-colored sprinkles. Sophie didn’t mind chocolate, but she’d rather have yellow cake with cream and strawberries; the more, the better.

It was just too bad their birthday was still months and months away. Instead, they had to settle for coloring a slice of cake on the page, they thought, sharing a commiserating look with each other.

And then they heard Daddy say the magic words.

Ethan quickly dropped his hand when he heard the sound of rushing feet. Before he could react, his arms were full of two little girls, their bodies vibrating excitedly.

“Daddy, is it your birthday today?” they chorused, pulling at the front of his shirt.

“Can we have a party?” Sophie said winningly, twirling one finger around a lock of hair.

“And birthday cake,” Eloise said, smacking her lips in a gesture reminiscent of her mother.

Ignoring Cassie’s snort and “Busted!” comment, he struggled for balance as Eloise and Sophie climbed atop the couch. They surrounded him, caging him between themselves, their tiny hands patting his cheeks for attention.

“Can we? Please?”

“Please, Daddy. Please?”

“It’s not my birthday today,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over their incessant pleading.

“It’s next week,” Cassie piped in eagerly.

“Not helping, Rookie,” Ethan glared at her, using the old nickname as he did whenever she annoyed him.

The girls ignored them, talking out loud as they planned who to invite to the party. Their list seemed to include everyone they’d ever met in their life.

“Grandpa Alan, Uncle Naveen, Aunty Si and Uncle Max. And Noah and Belle and Amelia and Bailey—”

“Don’t forget Grandmother Livvy and Grandpa Robbie,” Eloise interrupted her sister impatiently. “And Uncle Bryce and Aunt Rora.”

“Daddy, can we get a clown for the party?” Sophie asked.

“I want a magician,” Eloise added, tripping over the word so that it sounded like ‘maj-shun’.

“No, we cannot,” Ethan said grumpily, his scowl designed to dampen their enthusiasm. It didn’t work as he’d intended.

“Why not?” Eloise shot back.

She lifted her chin mulishly, green eyes firing in a surprisingly adult manner. However, Sophie’s eyes pooled with tears, making Ethan feel like a heel.

“Yeah, Dr. Ramsey, why not?” Cassie teased, lifting Sophie onto her lap as she scooted beside him on the couch.

“I never liked celebrating my birthday,” he explained calmly, looking down at his daughters.

Sophie was now cuddled against her mother, her face half-hidden, but he could see the damp spot forming on Cassie’s white top. If one thing was guaranteed to make him cave despite his best intentions, it was watching his daughters cry.

“We want cake,” Eloise said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

“How about we go to the bakery and get cake?” Ethan cajoled, feeling trapped.

“But that’s not a birthday cake,” Sophie argued, voice wobbly.

“A cake is a cake,” Ethan said reasonably, throwing Cassie a pleading look, hoping she’d back him up on this.

“A birthday cake is special,” Cassie nodded sagely. “Especially when it comes with balloons and pizza. Want to help me plan the party, girls?”

Traitor, Ethan thought in annoyance, shooting Cassie a look that promised retribution.

The twins jumped in delight, their voices bubbling over with excitement. And Ethan resigned himself to the inevitable as he watched his plans to seduce his wife go up in smoke.

Looks like he was having a birthday party.

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[disco-elysium-via-polls]

2. "Looks like you're on your own hook, too."

ROSEMARY - "Of course, of course, of course..." The drunk raises his pilsner and nods. "It is what it is, you know? What it's always been. People, buddy-boy, it's the people."

COMPOSURE [Medium: Success] - He has long forgotten what you were talking about.

3. "Why does the bottle of spirits cost 300 reál?"

ROSEMARY - "See, friend..." He brings out a one-litre bottle with blue-ish liquid. The mouth is corked shut. "It's *real* valuable. Worth every reál, if you catch my drift. Got it from a bit of a business venture..."

Nod -- let him speak.

"No one can buy spirits for 300 reál, that's crazy."

"I'll just have the spirits and not the story today, thank you."

ROSEMARY - "You know, it's funny, actually..." He bursts out laughing, then takes three gulps of his pilsner and stares at you intently.

PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Medium: Success] - He's finding it difficult to focus his watery gaze.

"What is?"

ROSEMARY - "What?"

"What do you mean *what*? What did you think was funny earlier?"

"Forget about it, I just want the spirits!"

ROSEMARY - "This guy, this guy..." He says and shakes his index finger at you.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Conversation might bring a discount, no?

"Where did you get the bottle of spirits from?"

"Okay, can I just get the spirits if that's okay with you?"

"You know what?! I don't even want the spirits anymore!"

ROSEMARY - "Oh, this is medicinal spirits. The good stuff. Got it from the doctor's office."

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - He ain't shitting you. Medicinal spirits are a blast, *bratan*. The flaming truth of this joke of a world.

ROSEMARY - "I got one of those scientific ampoules a few months ago. 'Torpedo' they call it. It's supposed to keep a man from takin' a drink." He spits a nasty yellow clot on the ground before you.

"Didn't stop *me* for shit, that's for sure!" His voice rings with pride. "Five lemons with half a pack of butter and you're good to go."

"That's a good tip, I should remember it."

"That sounds dangerous."

ROSEMARY - "It was," he croaks. "In a week the goddamned kidneys started giving me all kinds of hell. Finally the missus took me to a private doctor's office -- not a charity, the real thing..."

"Those assholes!" He gets visibly angry. "Those assholes charged me *four reál* to remove the damn thing. But I came out on top after all!"

"Assholes..."

"Have they no shame taking money for a service they provide!"

"Okay, how?"

ROSEMARY - "But the idiots left me alone in there. Now, I used to teach high school biology. I *know* what doctors use to preserve dead thingies..." He gets an excited gleam in his eyes.

"Two I already sold to these fine gentlemen here," he nods at his companions. "But this last one is yours for three reál, if you want it?"

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Success] - Don't say it.

"I thought it was 300 reál."

"Can I smell it first?"

"I think it will prove... useful. Yes."

"No, not really."

ROSEMARY - "Here..." He uncorks the bottle and holds it under your nose. "Be careful, it's extremely flammable. One spark and the entire city of Revachol is wiped off the map."

PAIN THRESHOLD [Legendary: Failure] - Feels like someone set a mustard field ablaze right inside your nose, then drenched it in tear gas. Your nose is a singular source of pain... but at the same time you don't remember the last time you felt so alive.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - In all fairness, that might be attributed to the retrograde amnesia.

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Did I not tell you, *bratan*? This is it -- this is our party drink. This is what we're having, baby! Please get it for me! (The tie vibrates excitedly around your neck again.)

ROSEMARY - "So, what's the deal, friend? Want the spirits or not?"

"I think it will prove… useful. Yes."

"No, not really."

ROSEMARY - "Three reál and it's yours, friend. The deal of a lifetime!"

REACTION SPEED - Well done. You got it.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - That's a much more reasonable price right there. Makes sense now.

Well, shit, at those prices we can't afford *not* to buy it.

3. [3 reál] "Here's the money for the spirits."

Item gained: Blue Medicinal Spirit

ROSEMARY - He hands you the bottle. "Jus' make sure to *enjoy* that one, friend!"

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - *Bratan*, I am so proud. Now -- whatever you do, don't drink it. This deserves so much more than just regular *oral* consumption.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - The tie is *SO* on the money there! Up the bum it goes!

Huh...

But… I don't wanna put it up my bum.

Okay, right. We're putting it in the bum!

HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Who said anything about putting it up there? No, we're gonna put it in a *way* more special place. Soooo special. Just hang on to it, keep it safe. Wait for my sign!

INLAND EMPIRE [Easy: Success] - Soon. The time will come soon. Have patience, brave one.

We could also buy more alcohol to trade to Idiot Doom Spiral, but let's see if we can find some around first.

6. "I'm off." [Leave.]

ROSEMARY - "In the civilized world, it's a custom to tip the shopkeep, friend. But come back anyway." He waves you off.

BLUE MEDICINAL SPIRIT

The liquid has an unearthly blue tint. The kind that might or might not, but definitely *does* glow in the dark. This is 98,7 pure alcohol. Keep it away from an open flame.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't call Abigail," grumbles an unshaven man with a ruddy nose. He narrows his eyes at you as if in recognition, then turns his head away.

PERCEPTION (SMELL) [Medium: Success] - The noxious odour emanating from the drunken man is strong and familiar.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Don't ya call her, ya hear. Don't call Abigail..."

"I am the law."

"Who is Abigail?"

"I'll call whoever I want, don't tell me what to do."

"This is making me uncomfortable." [Leave.]

+1 Lawbringer

KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant sighs. "You really don't have to... Besides, he won't understand you anyway."

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - "Abigail... oh, Abigail..." He mutters while trying to brush something off his extremely dirty trousers. His movements are slow and awkward.

2. "Who is Abigail?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He draws out a disgusting snort, then mumbles, waving a finger in your general direction: "Ugh... Abigail... don't ya... fuckin'... call Abigail."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Abigail is his wife or girlfriend. Chances are, she's gone. Calling her wouldn't make it any better or worse.

"Who are you? What's your name?"

"Where am I? What is this place?"

"Why shouldn't I call Abigail?"

"Tell me about your friends." (Point to the others.)

Walk away. [Leave.]

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - His eyes move around erratically, the look in them hazy and unfocused. "Don't call Abigail," he says.

2. "Where am I? What is this place?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - The man hiccups, then mumbles something unintelligible.

3. "Why shouldn't I call Abigail?"

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He snorts and beckons you to lean in closer.

Lean in.

Don't lean in.

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - His breath smells harsh like a toxic swamp as he whispers to you: "Don't call Abigail. Don't call Abigail!" He then waves his hand, as if shooing you away.

"Hey, I'm on an important official investigation, I demand you answer my questions."

KIM KITSURAGI - "There's no use in yelling at drunks," the lieutenant interjects. "He's barely holding it together."

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - The drunk man starts coughing, a really disgusting hacking cough.

5. "Tell me about your friends." (Point to the others.)

DON'T CALL ABIGAIL - He glares at you. "Don't ya fuckin' call her, hear me." His voice trembles with every word, becoming ever weaker. "Abigail," he whimpers in the end.

"Don'... don'..." the man stammers, "don't call..." Slowly, his head nods off to the side and he passes out, tongue dangling from his mouth.

+5 XP

KIM KITSURAGI - "There was little chance he'd be a reliable witness, anyway."

[greatideas-badwriter]

Worth The Risk: Chapter 2

AN: You know what I love in stories like this? CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!

Ol' Sasu can't be a great guy right off the bat, or else things would be boring, right?

Right, guys?

…Guys?

Anyway, please keep that in mind for the first half of this story.

ALSO, I'll switch back and forth from Sasuke and Sakura's POV, so we can experience BOTH sides of the story.

Don't like that?

I wanna say tough titties because I should be confident and strong, but I want people to like me and this fic, so….uh….Please give it a chance? Ha!

Thanks for reading! :D

Sakura's spirits were lower than low as she allowed Ino to pull her toward the bar at some club one week after being fired from Oasis. She wasn't successful in procuring a job, even after her self-imposed deadline. So, after explaining the situation to her new friend, the woman was convinced to come out drinking before she left.

The bus ticket to Konoha was for next week, Monday, eight days away. All her belongings were packed and ready to go except her clothes.

"The drinks are on me tonight, Bestie! Let's get shit-faced!" Karin, who'd also tagged along, shared an excited grin with Ino as they flagged down the bartender and submitted a drink order.

She stood there, feeling uncomfortable and depressed in the otherwise lively environment. Music was playing so loudly that they had to almost yell to hear one another, and the bass vibrated her ribcage each time it hit.

It was like she saw herself in a third-person point of view as the trio of women took shots of tequila, following them up with the classic dash of salt and lime.

"Geez, you didn't even flinch, Saku. Lighten up a little. It'll be alright. We'll keep in touch, right Karin?"

It was apparent the two Otogakure women were trying to cheer her up by any means necessary, and if the situation wasn't as bleak as it was, Sakura might've teared up at that kindness.

"Sorry. I'm just going to miss you guys, is all."

"Well, if you mean that, let's make this the best night ever!"

Feeling guilty for not being completely honest about why she was so upset about returning home to Konoha, Sakura allowed them to pressure her into taking many more shots. Two hours later, just after midnight, all three women were thoroughly inebriated.

Karin was the first to abandon the group, having recognized a boy she'd gone to high school with who apparently had the glow-up of the century. She excused herself with a determination to seduce him. With a body and face akin to that of a lingerie model, Sakura didn't doubt the redhead would succeed, especially judging by the pink on the white-haired man's face when he noticed her approaching.

Ino and the pinkette danced and drank for half an hour before a familiar-looking man with black hair and pale skin approached, asking if the blonde would like to dance.

'Oh! I think that's the guy she was flirting with at Oasis! He was there on my first day and the Friday after that. Ino said he's hot. I should make sure she knows it's okay. I'd hate to ruin her chances,' Sakura covertly grinned with a slight nod when her drinking partner glanced uncertainly her way.

She mouthed, "Thank you," before allowing the man to take her hand and lead her back to the dance floor.

So, the Haruno woman was on her own, sipping some sort of mixed drink that burned the back of her throat, though she'd grown numb to the sensation since she was drunk. She turned to lean her back against the bar, searching the crowd for her two friends to see how they were fairing.

A knowing grin tugged at her lips when she saw Karin pulling her target through the crowd toward the exit with a triumphant expression. They were obviously going home together.

Ino was beaming as she danced excitedly with her crush, who looked at her like she was the most exciting thing on the planet. Either he was just as drunk as her or liked the blonde a lot. Maybe it was both reasons.

Sighing blissfully, Sakura turned back toward the counter and tossed back the rest of her drink. Her friends were right. The negative emotions weren't nearly as overwhelming in her inebriated state. She didn't feel as awkward as usual sitting alone at the bar in a packed dance club. Instead, she felt warm and happy.

"What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone up here?" Sakura's spine straightened when a low, attractive voice came behind her.

Turning in her seat, the breath in her throat became stuck when dark, expressive eyes locked onto hers. The rest of the man was just as stunning. His black hair had that naturally tousled look that came off as attractive rather than messy, his jawline was so sharp it could likely cut diamonds, and his lips looked soft as they turned up into a small, flirty grin. His high-end, dark clothing suited him to a tee, too.

On any other day, Sakura would've been terrified to be in the presence of a strange man, especially one this tall and fit, but she threw caution to the wind because she was determined to have a good night no matter what, "I was waiting for a handsome guy like you to come change that."

'Oh my God, Sakura Haruno. You totally just flirted, and it wasn't a complete failure! Maybe you've still got it after all these years!'

The man lifted a sleek eyebrow, placing a hand on the counter's edge and leaning in so she could hear him better, "Is that right? Allow me to end your suffering. Let's go."

A small smile met the woman's lips as he offered a hand, and she paused only for a moment to think about it before accepting and allowing him to guide her out to the floor. Once in a spot that he found appropriate, the pair danced.

Drunk and carefree, a song or two later, Sakura turned around, a wave of satisfaction and arousal rolling up her insides when his hands found her hips and guided her back against him, where they moved sensually to the beat.

That tantalizing voice met her right ear as his lips appeared beside it, his breath tickling her skin, "I didn't expect you to be so good at this."

Bravely, she ran a hand up into his hair on the back of his head, turning her neck slightly so he could lean further where his ear was toward her, "Really? Did you only ask me to dance because you pitied me sitting up there all alone?"

An attractive chuckle vibrated through his chest against her back, "You're not here alone, Baby. I saw you with your friends earlier. I just waited for the right time to come over."

Sakura's breath hitched when his hands moved slowly up from her hips to her waist, long fingers squeezing slightly as though trying to memorize the curves. Her eyes closed, head falling back slightly to rest against his shoulder with a knowing smirk, "What a stalker! Should I run?"

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing it once before wooing into her damp skin, "If so, I'll chase you."

Not knowing what to say to such blatant flirting, Sakura just laughed, arching her neck a little so he'd have better access to it. Taking the hint, he kissed her again, lips brushing her skin as he moved them up to her ear, where he whispered, "Tell me your name. Mine is-"

Sakura sat up with a gasp, looking around in a panic only to realize she was in bed at her apartment. A swift breath sucked in past her lips when a throbbing headache suddenly hit. She lifted a hand to her temple, groaning. 'What happened last night? I was dancing with some guy, and then everything just goes blank.'

Green eyes widened, and the woman dropped her hand, lifting the blanket to verify she wasn't naked and becoming dizzy upon realizing she was wearing a man's dark blue button-up shirt and her undergarments, nothing else. Instantly, tears were rolling heavily down her cheeks.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I slept with that guy, didn't I? How could I be so stupid?' Pausing in her anxiety attack, she looked at the empty spot on the other side of the bed, 'Wait a minute…Where is he? Did he really leave without taking his shirt back? And did we use protection? I don't have enough money for emergency contraceptives right now!'

Her hectic thoughts went blank when she noticed a small piece of paper on her nightstand. Picking it up with trembling fingers, her pulse heightened further. It said, "Call me when you wake up. -Sasuke," followed by a phone number.

Sakura immediately grabbed her phone and dialed "Sasuke's" number. When she realized she should probably take a moment to calm down and gather herself, it was too late because a familiar voice came from the device, "Hello?"

"U-Um, hi. Is this Sasuke?" The girl covered her face with one hand, cursing herself for sounding so obviously upset and lame.

"Oh, hey. You're the girl from last night, right? Did you really call me the moment you woke up? I'm flattered."

She moved the device away to look at the screen and realized it wasn't even nine in the morning yet, which was very early after the night of partying the pair had done. Mortified, she stammered, deciding to get the information she needed and get off the phone because it wasn't like she'd ever see him again anyway, "Yes, I…. I want to ask you something. Did we, um…. Were we careful last night, or…?" Her voice betrayed her, wavering and cracking as she fell into tears again.

'I can't believe I let something like this happen. I've only ever slept with one other person in my life. This was too reckless.'

There was a long pause, "Careful? What're you talking about?"

Sniffling, Sakura squeezed her eyes closed and forced out, "Did you use a condom or not? Please just answer the question so if you didn't, I can…. You know…." A chuckle met her ears, making her frown deepen, "I-Is something funny?"

Sasuke sobered up, sighing amusedly before finally easing her gutwrenching worry, "We didn't fuck, you idiot. Stop crying."

The woman stammered, baffled, "But you were in my apartment, right? Your shirt…."

"Listen, I would've gone through with it if you hadn't passed out. I'm still offended, you know."

For some reason, the pinkette giggled, trying to muffle it with her hand before wiping at her slowing tears, "I fell asleep? How embarrassing…."

"You're embarrassed? How do you think I feel?"

"Sorry! I-I don't remember anything at all, but, um, thank you for making sure I got home safe."

Sakura's eyes widened when she realized she was smiling. Sasuke's unserious, casual responses comforted her somehow. It'd been a long time, four years to be exact since it was this easy to talk to a male.

He chuckled again, "I tell you what. Get dinner with me tonight, and I'll consider forgiving you."

The woman's grin fell. 'Does he want to meet up because we didn't sleep together last night, and he wants to try his luck again?'

"It'd be cool if we hooked up after; I know that's probably what you're worried about, and I won't say no if you offer, but I actually just want my shirt back. It was a gift from my brother; otherwise, I'd let you keep it. I just figured we could grab a bite while we're out."

Reassured, Sakura hesitantly agreed, "Um, okay then. Where should I meet you?"

'What's the harm in getting dinner with him? I'll be on a bus to Konoha next week anyway, and I won't have anything to eat today if I don't accept.'

So, she cleaned the shirt carefully, following the instructions on its tag, showered, dressed, and killed time until the afternoon when it was time to meet Sasuke.

Sakura was a few minutes late when arriving at the address she'd been given but received a text while approaching the restaurant building, saying he was also running behind. So, rather than awkwardly sit at a table by herself inside, she leaned against the side of the building and scrolled through apps on her phone while waiting. She also texted her date to let him know so he'd approach her when he arrived.

'I can't remember what his face looks like, but I do know he was handsome. Will I even recognize him when he gets here? Knowing me, I'm going to make a fool out of myself. I haven't gone on a date in years, after all. What kind of twenty-one-year-old am I?'

She knew why she was the way she was but refused to dwell on the reason, for it'd ruin her mood and make her want to abandon their plans.

"Hey, I'm here. Let's go in. It's freezing."

Sakura stood straight, gaze lifting from her phone to the familiar voice at her side, only to lay eyes on the dark-haired asshole that'd gotten her fired from Oasis. Fear flooded her entire body, the small bag containing the man's shirt falling to the ground as she shakily took a few steps away.

Sasuke lifted a brow, "What's wrong with you?"

'...He doesn't recognize me. Do I tell him? If I do, he might hurt me. He was pissed the last time I saw him, after all. Should I try to run? What if he chases me? I should just make an excuse and get out of here before he figures it out.'

"I-I….Something came up, so I can't stay. Goodbye!"

She turned and began walking quickly down the alleyway from the intimidating man, only for him to jog up and grab her wrist, "What's your problem?"

Terror locked the woman's limbs, and she tugged weakly at her wrist, remembering how tightly he'd squeezed it at the bar that night. She couldn't even turn to face him. "P-Please let go. I really need to get out of here."

"You might be the worst liar I've ever met. At least look me in the eye. Don't be fuckin' rude."

When she didn't obey his command, he grabbed her shoulder and forced her to turn, lightly shoving her against the alleyway wall and leering down at her with that dreadful glare. The act triggered memories of her ex-boyfriend doing the same thing, which brought tears to Sakura's eyes as she looked helplessly up at Sasuke.

It was like a rabbit staring a wolf in the mouth.

He didn't appear to care that she was scared and growled, "Tell me what your problem is. It can't be that you aren't attracted to me, so what is it?"

If she wasn't trembling like a leaf and fearing for her life, Sakura would've scoffed at his egotistical statement. 'He won't let me go until I tell him the truth. I just hope he doesn't cause too much damage. I can't afford to go to the hospital.'

"You really don't remember me?"

His glare faltered only slightly, "What?"

Sakura tried to shove his hand off her shoulder, failing, "We met before last night, about a week ago at Oasis. I-I, um, I poured-" "The new girl! Fuck, I knew you looked familiar! There aren't a lot of people walking around with pink hair."

His nonchalant attitude briefly triggered the woman's anger from that day, and she muttered, "Well, I got fired because of you, so if you'll kindly let go. I don't want to see your face for another second."

Sasuke scoffed, his grip tightening rather than releasing as he leered at her with a similar aura as when she'd freshly poured wine on his head, "You think I'm going to let you go after what you did? I told you I'd make you regret it, didn't I?"

"What did you expect? I repeatedly told you to stop, but you kept on! You're so-!" Sakura's statement was cut off when the man's other hand suddenly lifted to wrap around her neck, making the blood drain from her face.

He hissed, "Woman or not, this won't do. Should I teach you a lesson? Not only did you disrespect me, but you did it in front of others."

"Hey, yo, is that you, Sasuke? What's up, man!"

The pair looked toward the alleyway entrance where the restaurant entrance was. It was Hidan, the silver-haired man at the bar that night, too. A gorgeous woman with blueish-purple hair and a tall man with orange hair were beside him.

Without wasting a moment, Sakura took advantage of the distraction and slipped out of Sasuke's grasp, taking off in a sprint and not looking back, even when the man yelled, "Hey, wait!"

She ran until her legs felt like jelly and her lungs were on fire. Thankfully, when she looked around, it was clear they hadn't followed her this far. 'What should I do? He knows where I live!' With no choice, the woman dialed up Ino, panickedly speaking, when the blonde answered, "Can I stay at your place for a few nights?"

"Holy shit! It's packed!" Hidan exclaimed as the group of men entered Rainism, the only respectable club on the east side of Otogakure.

Sasuke was in a foul mood, not bothering to respond as they headed to the bar.

A few guys there appeared to recognize them and vacated the area, leaving just the right amount of space for them to sit and order drinks. The Uchiha man was pissed because his crazy ex-girlfriend, one of many, had slit the tires on his car. Not only that, but the replacements had to be ordered, so he couldn't drive it for a few days.

"It's just a car, Bro. Get yourself some action tonight, and get over it," Akatsuki's resident loudmouth barked.

He bit back, "She's lucky she's with Kimimaru, or I'd kill that bitch."

'If I piss him off, he'll go to his boss and start shit between the families.'

"Yeah, that's fucked up. Tayuya has a new dude but still tries to mess around with you. What a slut," Sasori mused, fingering a strand of his boyfriend's long hair.

"That's rich, coming from you. Didn't you do something similar to Kankuro after you guys broke up? You're even the one who dumped him! Psychopath," Hidan laughed, pinkish-purple eyes surveying the establishment.

Deidara snickered, "That was my idea. Don't give him all the credit, hm."

"Ugh, whatever. Shut up so I can focus."

Sasuke sipped the bitter-tasting whisky in his glass, absently gazing around the large room since there was nothing else to do. He didn't even want to come here tonight, but the other three wouldn't leave him the hell alone until he agreed.

'I'm pretty sure, between Hidan and me, we've fucked every woman in this building. We might've even done a few together,' the man guessed, not feeling as amused as he normally would.

What could he say? Akatsuki members aren't shy about sex. Hell, he couldn't count on his fingers the number of times he'd walked into the kitchen or living room back home to see people shamelessly hooking up for any and all to watch.

"Yo, Sasuke. Look, three o'clock."

Snapped out of his daze, the man looked across the bar to his right to see a group of three women in the dimly lit club: one redhead and two blondes. If his mind served, they weren't in his little black book. His dark eyes trailed over each of them before smirking, "Dibs on the skinny one."

Hidan laughed, "Why her? I'll take the blonde with bigger tits."

As confidently as always, Sasuke lifted his glass and gestured toward the woman in question, "Look at her, Dumbass. It's the shy ones that're the craziest in bed." Though that's true, he added, thinking, 'Not to mention she's fucking sexy. Who gives a damn if she has small tits? Boobs are boobs.'

He was self-aware, so he knew how much of a douchebag he was most of the time. The thing is, he was also attractive and rich enough to get away with it, so why change? Either women like being talked down to and degraded, or they get angry by it, which makes the sex that much better. It's a win-win situation. To this day, he'd never once been rejected, even if they didn't like his personality.

So, Sasuke watched and waited. The redhead was the first to leave the group. When Hidan began making his way over to make a move on the one with bigger tits, another guy got there first, making Sasuke, Deidara, and Sasori laugh.

When the silver-haired man returned, he was pissed, "Laugh it up, shitheads. Let's see you do better."

Never one to turn down a challenge, he rose, "Watch and learn."

When he approached, he took in the curve of her turned back, feeling satisfied when he realized that she made up for what she lacked in bust in other places. "What's a beautiful woman like you doing alone up here?"

The woman turned, only to pause with wide eyes when she saw him. At first, Sasuke smirked knowingly because it was obvious she found him attractive, but then he was the one taken aback. Upon taking a closer look, the girl was even more gorgeous. The deep, emotional twinkle in her green eyes, the way the lights ever-so-slightly reflected off the lipgloss on her plump lips, and even the soft flush of her skin was attractive.

"Waiting for a handsome guy like you to come change that."

'And her voice isn't all high-pitched and nasally like most women try to make it when speaking to guys. Thank fuckin' God.'

Sasuke came closer, barely able to contain his pride, when it was apparent he made her nervous, "Is that so? Allow me to end your suffering. Let's go."

Now, Sasuke's notion that the woman was shy didn't change, but he was still completely taken aback by how naturally she moved with and against him. It made him think it was correct to assume she'd be an interesting lay, which upped his attraction. He said and did his usual thing, and she responded as expected.

After taking a cab to her place, the Uchiha man allowed her to pull him up the steps and into an unbelievably small apartment.

The moment the door was shut behind them, he grabbed her keys, phone, and purse, tossing them onto the counter before pulling her into a deep kiss, to which she responded smoothly. A soft sigh came from the woman when he slid his tongue past her lips.

'That's pretty. I wonder what other sounds she makes.'

The pair slowly made their way to the bed, where he reached around to unzip her dress while she unbuttoned his shirt with unsteady fingers. To his surprise, once she was in her bra and underwear, she slid his shirt off and expertly slid it onto her arms, gasping out between kisses, "You smell amazing."

He hadn't expected her to be so bold, at least not yet.

Chuckling, he picked her up and moved them further onto the bed until her hair fell messily about the pillows. She unbuckled his belt, moving to unbutton and unzip his pants as he tasted the skin of her neck and shoulder, small sounds of appreciation meeting the air that seemed as sweet as honey to Sasuke's ears.

Her body was as nice as he expected, her skin soft to the touch, and whatever shampoo or perfume she used was floral and pleasant. There wasn't anything the man hadn't encountered before. There was still something a little different about her, though. He couldn't put his finger on it and didn't intend to let her sleep tonight until he figured out what it was.

Her abdomen's firm, feminine muscles flexed under his fingers as she pressed up against him, her voice airy and sensual, "Your hands…."

He cooed into her skin, becoming more anxious to continue with each passing moment, "You like my hands, do you?"

She gasped when he pressed against her, between her legs, "They're scary."

Sasuke's eyes opened, and he slowed what he was doing, 'Scary? Why'd she say that right now? …Must be the alcohol.'

Suddenly, he realized she'd stopped responding to his stimulations and pulled back, only for his mouth to open slightly in disbelief, "Are you asleep?" One of her small hands was cupping his against her waist, the other falling from his shoulder to rest against the pillow.

'She is! What the fuck! Who just falls asleep in the middle of hooking up?'

He sat back on his knees, dark eyes taking in the incredibly sensual sight of her lying there in his open shirt, the dark color contrasting beautifully with her milky skin. Glancing down, his brow furrowed as he took in how her legs bent over his hips and how his dick begged to be released from his clothes.

For just a moment, he thought about it but shook his head, sighing defeatedly and climbing off the bed, 'That's a line even I won't cross.'

Turning the lamp atop the nightstand on, he studied the unconscious girl while fixing his pants and buckling his belt.

"...Pink…." She wasn't blonde. The lights in the club had masked the pastel hue of her long hair.

'Now that I'm really looking at her, she seems familiar. Have I met her somewhere before?' Sasuke pondered for a moment before giving up, sitting on the edge of the bed while writing a note on the small pad of paper beside the lamp, glancing at her defenseless face occasionally.

'She must play some kind of sport since she has a lot of scars. I didn't take her for the type.'

Finally, he gave up and summoned a cab. Shutting and locking the apartment door before stepping out, running a stressed hand through his messy hair. The driver gave him an odd look when he climbed, shirtless, into the backseat but didn't mention it.

'I'll use it as an excuse to see her again.'

[bernardsgfs]

the cabin | m.s

© bernardsgfs

matt sturniolo x fem reader

warnings: swearing, smut

preview: you go with your friends on a cabin trip in vermont that ends in an unexpected night

·˚ ༘ word count — 1.8k

(lower case intended)

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you woke up to your phone vibrating on your nightstand loudly, you groan and slowly turn over picking it up getting a call from your best friend brielle. “hello..?” you say groaning as you answer. “y/n!!!” brielle screams on the other line “what..” “can you please come with me on a cabin trip to vermont with the tripletsssss” she says dragging out ‘triplets’. you yawn and sit up slowly. “uh when” you ask slowly getting up from your bed. “this weekend!!” she squeals. “um maybe..” “okay okay i’ll text you info” she says happily as she hangs up. you set your phone down rubbing your eyes, and going to the bathroom.

·˚ ༘ one week later

you sit on your couch waiting for brielle to pick you up, scrolling on your phone as you wait patiently, suddenly you hear a knock on your door. you set your phone down and open the door to brielle standing in front of you “hiiii” she says excitedly, “the triplets are in the car” she says turning her head, I nod and pick up my suitcase and bags, tucking my phone in my pocket. I carry things out to the trunk, pushing other luggage out of the way to make room for mine. I shut the trunk with a loud ‘thud’ walking to the side of the car, I open the car door. “hiii” nick says happily, I smile and wave taking a seat next to matt who’s looking down on his phone, he looks up at me, smiles and waves.

·˚ ༘ two hours later

I look out the window staring up at the night sky with the trees going by on the highway, I yawn, “are you tired?” matt asks quietly looking over at me trying not to wake anyone else up besides brielle, whos driving, I giggle and nod. he places a blanket on top of me and moves his bag over to make room for me to get comfortable. “thank you” I say quietly “m’course” matt says back smiling.

·˚ ༘ two more hours later

I slowly wake up, feeling the car stop. I sit up rubbing my eyes slowly to see matt asleep in front of me, in what seems to be a very uncomfortable position. I reach out to slightly shake his shoulder. “matt” I say as he slowly sits up. “we here..?” he asks sleepily as I nod, I start packing my bag as everyone steps out of the car. “I’m gonna go unlock the door so it’ll be easier to bring stuff in” chris says as he walks away towards the cabin. “oh my god it’s so hotttt” brielle whines “why is it so hot at 12 a.m. at night” nick chimes in with her, “no clue” I add, slowly turning around seeing matt already looking at me. I quickly turn back around. matt and i’s relationship has always been on and off, he’s really sweet but mostly keeps to himself, he rarely goes to parties but loves being outside, like where we are right now is pretty much his dream vacation. suddenly I hear chris screaming, interrupting my thoughts. “SPIDERR” he says running to us. “yeah no shit chris we’re in a forest” matt replies tiredly. “oh shut up you nature freak” chris says as I try to stifle a giggle seeing matt give me a glare.

I was layed flat out on the cabin living room floor with waves of heat hitting my body, sweat droplets dripping from my forehead while humidity surrounded my body. other people were spread out around the house, I was scrolling on my phone until I got a bright idea, “GUYSS WHO WANTS TO GO SWIMMING IN THE LAKE” I hollar out, suddenly seeing brielle rushing down the stairs “YES” she says quickly running to her room to change as the three boys come following after her “good idea y/n” nick says sighing as he goes to the freezer to grab out a pack of different colored popsicles. I smile and step upstairs walking to my room looking for a bikini, finally finding a bright red one, taking it off the hanger and placing it down, getting undressed, and sliding on the bottom half of the bikini. as im putting on the top half i hear a knock, I quickly pull on my jean shorts on and rush to open the door seeing a tall, brunette, blue eyed boy. “hi” he says quietly, looking down at my body for a split second. “hi matt what’s up” “um i was wondering um if you wanted to come with me to a spot in the forest before you go swimming” he says nervously, “sure” I say as he smiles and turns around waiting for me downstairs, I shut my bedroom door sitting down on my bed fixing my hair.

as i follow matt out of the cabin with him holding onto my hand i watch his movements, his soft brown hair, the way he walks, the way his lips move when he’s telling me something. no.. I can’t be thinking that, we’re friends, only friends..

matt takes me to a large tree stump with a view of the lake below and trees surrounding us, he slides his hands around my waist placing me on the tree stump, soon sitting next to me right after. we stare at each other for a little before he suddenly speaks “hi” he smiles, looking into my eyes. “hi” I say smiling back. “I used to come here a lot when I was little sometimes when I got into a fight with nick or chris” he says as I look up at the dark green pine trees above us. suddenly I feel his hand turn my chin to face him, with his other hand on my waist pulling me closer. “do you bring every girl here” I say jokingly. “no, just you” he says quietly, averting his gaze to my lips. “really..?” I say as matt responds with a weak ‘mhm’ as he fixes his gaze back on my eyes as he keeps one hand on my hip while letting his other hand gently move to the side of my face, his thumb moving slowly on my cheek. as I feel his face inch closer as I suddenly hear someone holler out my name from the lake below us. I turn my head to see brielle calling out my name thinking I’m in the cabin. “thank you” I say to matt seeing him open his mouth about to speak as I turn, quickly running down to the lake to meet brielle.

after our swim we all ran back up to the cabin with nick carrying the towels, bags, and popsicles. “CAN SOMEONE HELP?” he yells in back of us as I see matt rush to his side helping him with the bags.

as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling I get a knock on my bedroom door, I get up, turning the door handle. “okay so I’m ordering pizza and we’re planning on having a movie night” brielle says as I open the door. “okay” I say giving her a smile as she turns back around, I put on a hoodie and go downstairs to the living room seeing chris and matt sitting on the couch on their phones with nick looking for movies, me feeling matts eyes on me as I walk by. I sit down at the dining table and pull out my phone.

as brielle takes the pizza from the delivery man I sit down on the couch between nick and matt, me and nick giggling at something on his phone. brielle sets the pizza down looking up at chris inviting her to sit down next to him.

as the movie is playing i start to doze off, getting more tired by the second, accidentally laying my head on matts shoulder not realizing, i feel him tense under me, before i knew it, i was asleep.

MATT POV

with y/n asleep on my shoulder it was hard to pay attention to the movie, she felt so delicate that i feel like she would break if I accidentally breathed too hard, i tried my best not to move but chris giving me looks the whole time didn’t help one bit. “shut up chris” i whisper quietly to make sure no one else hears, all he does is stifle a laugh.

as the movie finishes, everyone gets up and heads to their rooms, i end up staying on the couch with y/n still asleep on my shoulder. suddenly i feel y/n move next to me, i turn my head seeing her wake up.

Y/N POV

“hi” I hear matt say next to me as I look around the room, everyone’s gone. “w-where is everyone..?” I ask. “asleep upstairs” he says as I stay in my position, looking at the tv, feeling his eyes on me, I turn my head to look at him back. we stare at each other for a couple seconds before I suddenly feel his lips on mine. I blush as he deepens the kiss, as I slowly move to straddle his lap. matt lets out a shaky breath as I tug the hem of his shirt, matt pulls his shirt up and off his head, tossing it off the couch, then moving his hands back to your hips, slowly moving them to my ass, you let out a soft groan as matt moves his lips to your neck, pulling your hips closer to him. “f-fuck” matt says cursing quietly. I soon lift up my shirt, leaving my torso and upper body completely exposed, matt looking at every detail, he moves his lips to my chest leaving kisses all over the skin, his hands moving down to the waistband of my shorts, slowly getting his fingers underneath them and tugging at the fabric. “can you take this off for me baby..?” he mumbles next to my ear, I slowly pull off my shorts tossing them on the floor. as he pulls aside my thong rubbing my throbbing clit slowly, “m-matt..” I moan quietly. “mm” he mumbles back, slipping two fingers in, slowly moving them in and out. “you’re soaked” he says smirking as I moan louder into his ear. “c-close” I whimper as he shoves them in and out faster tightening the knot in my stomach, my vision getting blurry as waves of pleasure hit me, my orgasm spilling onto his fingers. “that was fast” he says still smirking as I roll my eyes, still breathing heavily.

as we lay together on the couch he adjusts the blanket on top of us, pulling me closer to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of my head as I slowly drift off to sleep.

(quick and boring so sorry 🤍)

@chrissslut hi gf

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[heather-chandlers-weirder-cousin]

*vibrating excitedly and uncontrollably* well if you insist!!!!!!

warning for heavily implied child abuse and willful ignorance of abuse

Dylan shifted in his seat, staring at the knees of his scuffed jeans. He was always a broad kid, always the one who volunteered to carry things, but he looked so small right then, twisting the seatbelt wound around him.

“It’s not… like. It sounds.” He muttered. “Before I say anything. Alright? It’s gonna sound a lot worse than it is. But it’s not.”

I nodded, glancing over. His ginger hair was brushing his ears now- he’ll probably buzz it back down soon. Normally he doesn’t let it get this long.

“Okay. What does it sound like?” I asked, eyes trained on the dirt road ahead of us, fields of dry grass stretching to infinity on either side, all under a yawning, blank blue sky. It was gonna be a nightmare to unload the bags of flour when we got to the client- that’s why I had Dylan, though, to help.

He went silent. My stomach sank, calloused hands gripping the wheel tighter. I had a feeling what he was about to tell me- the same thing Brian and Andy had when they were his age.

“So, you know how Miss Willow is makin’ me the next mechanic for the farm?”

I nodded, eyes flicking over to him. Of course I knew. Everyone knew, about the boys that she’d had as apprentices over the years, how no one really expected Dylan to last, but if we didn’t have our equipment we couldn’t farm, couldn’t make money, and a degree in mechanics was a real rarity here-

“So we’re. Alone. A lot.” He muttered, staring out the window at the cows we were passing. When he was born, we’d just gotten our first cows on the farm- I remember that Dylan had cried whenever we slaughtered one. He’d always been sensitive. Awkward. A little lonely, in a way that forcing the other kids to play with him only made worse. His dad had tried to toughen him up, you know- but he’d stayed set apart. 

It wasn’t any wonder, really, that Willow had spent a lot of time with him. Shown him her tools, taught him how to use them. It wasn’t any surprise, when she took him on as an apprentice. 

Andy had ended up staying on the farm, afterwards. No one missed how his brow furrowed whenever he saw the two of them together, how he and Perlie had argued more and more.

“Last week. I think. I messed up.” He mumbled, slumping in his seat. “Real bad.”

The scenery changed as we drove into a roadside town- a small sign with some dying flowers proclaiming Welcome to Cornview, city of dreams.

“We need gas.” I cut in, just as he opened his mouth again. The tank was half full, but we had a full day of driving ahead of us still. Refilling couldn’t hurt. “You want lunch?”

He shrugged. “Not really hungry, Jo.” 

“Well.” I muttered, pulling into the gas station. “We’re gonna be driving a while. Get something anyhow.”

***

We got sandwiches.

They’re the boxed kind, lunch meat and egg salad. Soggy bread. Sad. 

Dylan’s sits on the centre console of the truck, his arms crossed and nails digging into his flesh. His mom is gonna fuss when we get back if he’s got marks. Then again, I guess she hasn’t got much a leg to stand on in terms of negligence. Not more than me, anyway.

“Joanna, when I was with Willow last week she-”

“You wanna play eye spy?” I said loudly, because- look. 

Look, I like the kid. Love him. But Willow is important. Too important for him to say anything, because if he says anything, then. Well, then it’s a problem. And you have to solve problems, you have to fix them, and Willow can’t be a problem because she’s just so helpful. What are we meant to do the next time the tractor breaks down? 

I can’t look at another kid and tell them to keep quiet, and so. He doesn’t have to say anything in the first place.

He shrunk back.

“Yeah.” He said. “Okay.”

I pursed my lips. He looked so goddamn heartbroken. But Andy was fine, wasn’t he? It wasn’t the end of the world. The sun would keep rising for him.

Everyone remembered how Brian up and ran the second he turned eighteen, hopped on a bus and never looked back.

Dylan was a good kid. A quiet kid, who didn’t like making a spectacle. He’d get through it.

***

By the time the sun set, we pulled up to the buyer’s house. God knew why some rich weirdo needed this much flour delivered directly to his house, but that was his business.

Dylan and I stacked the flour in his cellar, trying not to track any dirt in with our work boots.

“You ready to head back?” I asked once we put the last bag down, tossing my braid back over my shoulder. 

Dylan looked up at me, hesitance in his expression.

“I think so.” He shrugged.

“Good.” I waved him over as I strode out.

“Is it…” he trailed off as we got in the truck, slamming the door shut with a thump. “Is something. Wrong.”

I glanced over.

“Hey. This was fun.” I said, turning the key in the ignition. The truck thrummed to life, motor purring. This truck would have been in the ground years ago if it weren’t for Willow. “Let’s play eye spy again.”

He stared at me, doleful expression on his face.

“Is it me?” He asked.

I paused.

“I don’t know what would be wrong with you, kid.” I said, staring at the road ahead. I’m not cruel.

He didn’t answer.

“I spy… something round.” I started.

who wants to read the piece I did for lit class today

[luveline]

your boy who is a friend, peter | part three | tasm!peter parker x reader

"Teach me how to do it the way you like it," he insists.

"I like it this way," you say, and you're pleading now. "Kiss me, please. Plea-" your begging gets cut off as he dips down, touching his mouth to yours softly.

"Where do you want my hands?" he asks, the words sending little vibrations into your lips.

<3

summary you visit your pen pal Peter’s home for the week and he sets about defining the relationship between you [5.3k] warnings fluff, smut (heavy petting), some hurt/comfort, idiots in love, long distance relationship meeting up, peter is besotted and a flirt, fem!reader, she/her used for reader, NSFW CONTENT, 18+ please

read part one | two here

<3

The third morning of your stay with the Parker's dawns, identical to the second and yet completely changed. Same shower, staring at the tiles Peter must see every morning, same smiley face breakfast, same wet hair. But burning under everything - every word, every look, every breath - is a wanting.

Because Peter Parker had kissed you. Tasting like sweetness and hands soft as a silk, he'd kissed you. Scandalised you, if he was to be believed.

He kissed you silly and swayed you on tingling footing to the sounds of his crackling record player and the noise of the streets, car horns and shouting and people. You'd barely noticed. All you'd heard was his inhales, his exhales, his hand as it brushed over the skin of your face. The sound his lips had made when they touched yours, the breathy moan at the back of his throat when you pushed your fingers into his hair and tugged.

A second difference - he's busy. He has a class you insist he can't miss so you spend the morning playing bridge with Aunt May. She doesn't take offense to your distraction, though she does take advantage of it.

"You're cleaning me out," you bemoan her.

She smiles smugly, the expression at ends with everything you know about her. Your fingers itch to draw her. When you finish (and immeasurably lose), you retrieve your sketchbook from your bag and try your best to recreate the smirk she'd worn with graphite.

May empties the washing machine at a leisurely pace and doesn't flinch at your dirty clothes, folding them in preparation to hang up outside. You sketch, using her face as a reference to guide you as you edit her features from the peaceful contentedness she has written in her smile now to the wicked gleam you'd bore witness to beforehand. You laugh to yourself silently when she comes alive, downturned eyebrows and a devilish mirth spreading over your paper. Despite a lack of shared blood she looks a lot like Peter when she's grinning so connivingly.

You blush at this thought and your pencil lead snaps. In horror, you release your white-knuckled grasp on your pencil as you set it down. It's a drawing you think you'll keep, for once, a memory.

Peter comes home not long after while May makes good use of the fine weather, pinning clothes outside.

He sits down in the chair opposite you, smiling like a college student never should - uninhibited, positively gleeful.

"Why're you so happy?" you ask, pretending to fix up the sketch of May to avoid his eyes.

"I half convinced myself you were a dream on the way home. But you're still here."

You smile despite yourself and pinch the bridge of your nose. "Will I be subjected to all this- this…" you blush and trail off.

"Flirting?" he supplies, smiling with shiny white teeth. "Absolutely."

You ignore the twinging in your tummy and flip to a clean page.

"My turn?" he asks excitedly.

"Can you stay still for that long?" you ask, skeptical of his ability to behave.

"You're kidding! I'll be a statue," he promises.

You meet his eyes for the first time since his homecoming and melt a little, feeling like a small square of butter on a tall stack of pancakes. His warmth was unavoidable. Sick of pretending you don't have the world's biggest crush on him you give him an earnest, adoring smile, looking at him from under your lashes.

He reaches his hand towards yours and your smile changes, vindicated. "I knew you couldn't sit still."

"How's that fair? You look at me like that and, and expect no reaction? That's sick."

You giggle like a fool in love and turn to your page, cutting swooping, light lines to mark out his silhouette before going in with a refined hand, starting with his distinguished nose, then his dark eyes. You render the planes of his face with a biased hand and find him staring back at you both in real life and your book  eyes flitting between them as your heart rate climbs.

By the time you've finished you're too shy to show him. You shut the sketchbook and act as though it's awful, when in reality you think it might be the best thing you've ever drawn.

"What? Come on, bub, let me see-" he says, reaching for the soft leather cover in your hands.

You pull it back from his radius and shake your head. "It's awful, Peter. I'll draw you something else after dinner."

"Oh, after dinner? Why don't I believe you?" he asks, standing to try his luck again and reach forward with quick hands.

You push your chair back and feel your heart skip as he stills.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" he asks, grinning.

"Like you're going to- No! No! No, oh my god!" you shout, shocked as he suddenly rounds the table.

You throw yourself from the chair and make a mistake too early in the game, moving deeper into the kitchen. You realise too late that you would've been more successful if you'd made for the stairs, finding yourself cornered where the countertops meet, holding the sketchbook behind your back as Peter closes in.

"Don't come any closer," you warn dramatically, trying to look formidable.

"Or what?"

"Or I'll ruin the whole thing!" you yell, thrusting the book towards a sink of soaking pots.

He stops where he is. "Don't do that."

"Or what?" you throw his words back at him.

His eyebrows pinch playfully. "Trust me. This isn't a game you'll end up winning."

And why did that make your knees weak? You felt heat rush to your face but stood your ground, tilting your head up in defiance.

"I have better odds," you say, the sketchbook still held aloft.

"I don't think you do," he says, taking a step forward.

You put the book an inch closer to its possible demise and watch as steam caresses the soft cover.

"Why so nervous?" he teases.

"Stay away from me, you menace."

"Menace!" Another step closer.

You edge the book closer, its corner a millimetre from kissing the sink basin.

"I've got quick reflexes, sweetheart. Very quick," he says.

"Oh yeah? You're also the only one with skin in the game. The sketchbook means nothing to me. Don't think I won't do it!"

He raises his eyebrows in amusement.

"I don't doubt you would. But seriously," he drives the knife in deeper, teasing for teasings sake, "think about how this is going to end for you."

"I think it'll end with my-" victory, you were going to say, but he sees an opening and springs towards you on lithe feet.

You lose your grip on the book and he catches it like he knew down to the millisecond when you were going to startle. Then he smirks, puts the sketchbook safely on the countertop behind you, and sets his lips on yours. You gasp into his mouth as his hands come up, one pushing the soft pads of his fingertips into the bottom of your throat and the other settling gently over the hill of your cheek.

You're frozen with surprise for a moment. He laughs, a sweet and awful thing, and the sound prompts you into kissing back. You spread your hands across his broad chest like the opening of a birdwing butterfly before chasing up the stretch of his sternum, threading your fingers in his hair, anchoring him to you as his mouth opens yours.

It's a quick kiss and already enough to make your brain short circuit. You pull away to take a breath. He runs his hand up over your throat until both are stationed in twin positions on your cheeks, tenderly pushing the hair he's mussed away from your face. His hands are so big they could cover your mouth if he touched the heels of them together, and the thought infects you with a need to kiss his palm, just once.

He leans his forehead against yours. You watch him close his eyes tightly, watch as he takes a deep breath. The washing machine whirs, the tap drips. The rubber toes of his shoes are too close for comfort, almost treading on your socks.

It feels natural to go on tiptoes and wrap your arms around his neck at that moment. They cross in the space between his shoulder blades. He, slowly, reluctantly moves his hands from your face and you miss them sorely as they wrap around your back, completing your tight hug and holding you up.

You drink in long seconds of closeness and talk into the material covering his shoulder. "You smell really good."

"You smell like me," he returns, arms squeezing a hair's width tighter as he speaks.

"Do I?"

"Undeniably."

"Well, I've been sleeping in your bed."

"And wearing my clothes."

You smile into his skin, buzzing with happiness. You lean against him in a bubble of warmth until he squeezes you tight and pushes you away with a regretful groan.

"What?" you ask him, perplexed by the way he's looking at you. Unlike his usual self, this Peter is truly unreadable. You can't tell if he wants to kiss you again or if he wants to pitch himself off a skyscraper. "What's that face mean?"

"Means you're beautiful," he says lightly, hands roving over your arms.

You're not sure he knows he's doing it. He gazes at your face with a devout look in his eyes and raises his hand to cup your cheek.

You lean into his touch, eyes wide.

"You're beautiful, too," you say quietly.

His lips quirk into a familiar smile. "We're a good pair, then."

"We should go for Prom King and Queen," you jest.

His eyes light up at your joke. "We'd win in a landslide."

"Did you go to prom?" you ask him. His thumb sweeps semi circles over your cheek, summoning a wave of goosebumps.

"Sure. Didn't win Prom King, but that's 'cos I didn't have you there to persuade them."

"I'm your spokesperson, then?"

"You're my longest stroke of luck," he corrects softly, the words you'd written him months ago. The humour in his tone has been subjected to an upheaval, completely replaced by tenderness, floating between you both, tearing you open.

The skin under his fingers feels bruised.

You hide from the emotion in his expression lest you tear up, tucking your face in the curve of his neck, arms wrapping around his back in a second hug. He covers the back of your head with his forearms as he reciprocates and presses his lips into the top of your head soundlessly, a chaste kiss.

"I'm the lucky one," you mouth. Even though he likely doesn't hear you, you think maybe his arms tighten just a little bit more around you at your admission.

-

"Did you go to prom?" he asks you a little later, elbow deep in pasta dough.

He's got flour dusted over his cheek, his top lip and his forehead. You neglect to tell him this, legs kicking gently where you're perched on the countertop.

You're not interested in talking about prom. You shift the sketchbook in your lap and decide it's no good, there's no way you'll get the complexity of his idiosyncrasies down on paper when he talks so fast and shuffles through so many expressions — annoyance when the yolks break prematurely, light pleasure when the yolks and flour begin to merge, pride when a tight, yellowy dough forms.

He wipes the side of his face with the back of his arm and you rejoice as the flour spreads like dandelion seeds.

You tuck your pencil between the pages and jump down off the counter. He opens his mouth to inquire.

"I'm gonna go get my camera," you say.

"Okay." He's already turning back to the dough. You're hard-pressed to tear your eyes from his biceps as he kneads the pasta vigorously. "Don't get lost."

You don't get lost. When you return, camera in hand, he's entirely casual. You've no inkling of suspicion until you notice white fingerprints on your sketchbook.

When he looks up at you finally he's half-guilty, half-enamored, eyes practically heart shaped.

"You sicko," you complain, setting your camera down. "Do you have no regard for any personal boundaries?"

He frowns then, the beginnings of an apology on his tongue.

You jump to soothe him. "It's fine: I'm not mad. Quit looking like you stepped on my tail."

"I'm sorry. I just- you're amazing. Really,"  he apologises anyway.

You sigh and step into his space, wiping the flour from his face with tentative fingertips. His eyelashes kiss the soft skin of his undereye as they shutter closed.

You take his temporary blindness as an opportunity, pressing your lips to the newly cleaned skin of his cheek to leave behind a lip balm print. His eyes jump open as you set your heels back down on the ground, browned honey simmering in his irises.

"It's okay. You're forgiven," you say, much too gentle for the situation.

He looks flustered as he turns back to the dough. "Of course I'm forgiven. I have the best puppy eyes. Look up puppy dog eyes in the dictionary and it's a picture of me," he says, voice higher than usual.

"Uh-huh. I believe you." You take the camera into your hands.

"Really?" he asks, still attending to his pasta dough. "Cos you sounded a little skeptical, and- Oh. Do you mind? I'm covered in flour."

You drop the camera from your eye level and grin. "I don't mind at all."

He rolls his eyes. "Okay, hotshot. I'm serious, though, you'll have to put that down. I need your lovely hands."

You take another shot of him mid 'lovely' and revel in the permanent evidence of his affection as the photo loads. He looks all golden and homespun in the warm late afternoon light, head inclined like he's telling a secret, mouth in a half moon smile as he forms the v-sound.

You look up from the monitor and find him in a similarly inviting pose, though he's closer now. "You'll have to hold the dough. Or you can turn the handle, if you want to," he offers, eyes wide and kind. You want to kiss each eyelid.

You wash your hands as he rolls the dough into a sheet. The pasta maker is old and sturdy, worn gold plating and a dark green body. You hold the sheet of pasta in place as he turns the handle with one hand and catches the lines of noodles with the other. Soon, you have enough fresh pasta to feed the three of you with some to spare, and he looks proud as he drops it into boiling, salted water.

"This is nice. The first meal we've made together," he says as you stir the pan where the beginnings of your sauce cooks. You smile though you could cry and he bumps his hip into your side. "We didn't even burn it. Go us."

"Don't jinx it, Peter," you warn him, brandishing your wooden spoon at his chest.

"Watch where you point that thing."

A contagious laugh bubbles out of you. Even to yourself you sound egregiously adoring.

"Your laugh… Letters never would've been enough. I can't believe I missed out on your laugh for two whole years," Peter says.

"I don't–" You bite your lip, stir the pan. He waits patiently for you to continue. "I don't laugh that much, really. So you wouldn't have missed much." You attempt a lightness and end up sounding strangled.

"Alright," he says agreeably, pushing a flyaway from your forehead with his index finger. "The opportunity to make you laugh, then."

"I laugh at your letters," you tell him honestly, setting the wooden spoon down on the counter to turn to him, hungry as a stray dog for his attention.

"I didn't get to hear that, though."

"I see. It's only fun to make me laugh if you get to hear it."

"Must you twist my words?"

"No, no, I'm not twisting. You said-"

"I know what I said!" he interrupts snarkily.

You fiddle with the knob underneath the stove top and turn the pasta sauce down, cheeks aching from the force of your smile. Peter picks out a noodle and throws it at the wall. You both cheer when it sticks. He tips a spoonful of pasta water into the sauce and you stir it in as he drains the noodles. You cringe at his method, a small plate held to the top of the pot.

"You don't own a colander?" you ask.

"No, we do," he says.

You think you're just about getting used to his flippant attitude until he scalds himself with steam and drops the plate into the sink. He rescues the pasta but his fingertips are ruined, red and shiny in seconds.

You rush to take the pot handle from him and almost burn yourself in your hurry, grabbing his wrist to force his hand under the cold water. You hold him there with both hands, though you don't think he's going to try and escape, smoothing the skin of his hands with your thumbs in what you hope is a soothing manner.

"Peter..." you murmur in disbelief.

He doesn't say anything. When you look up into his face he looks guilty. "What?" you ask.

"It's almost worth losing my fingers to have you taking care of me," he says. He's joking, obviously, he won't lose any appendages anytime soon, but his confession has you dizzy. You push your thumb into the meat of his palm and analyse the burns. He has four in total; one on his marriage finger, one on his middle finger, a first on the tip and a second stretching down the length of his index finger.

"Do they sting?" you ask.

"Enthusiastically," he says seriously, pulling his hand away from yours. He looks them over with his own eyes and then smiles at you mischievously. "Kiss ‘em better?" he asks.

The dizziness increases. You laugh him off and retrieve the pasta to finish draining the water with more caution than he'd bothered to employ and then drop the noodles into the sauce, all while Peter watches and blows on his fingers.

"Hold them back under the water," you plead.

"That makes them hurt worse."

"It draws the heat out.

"I think that's an old wives tale."

"You're an old wives tale."

"And you're the height of maturity, babe."

You pull garlic bread from the oven and plate out the pasta. Peter retrieves Aunt May from the living room, at first reluctant and then impressed by the spread.

May says an awfully heartfelt thank you afterwards and holds your cheek in her hand. You fight back messy tears the whole time. You're not sure you've ever been so stupid happy.

-

Peter thinks you're adorable.

You usually are, but right now is definitely a new peak. You're heavy lidded, lying on the sofa with your calves in his lap, hands pushed under your face while you watch TV. His eyes keep straying to the slip of skin exposed where your shirt has ridden up, a silver of skin, the hint of your hip.

His hand smooths slow, long lines up your calf.

"Pasta hit you hard, huh?" he asks.

"I'm fine," you murmur.

"You're food coma-ing."

"A little. Sorry," you admit, looking at him over the hill of your shoulder bashfully.

He shakes his hand. Your leg is warm under his touch. "Don't be."

You stare at him for a long moment. He tries not to wither under it. With a soft look in your eyes you sit up, hair ruffled from lying down. He wants to smooth it down but you're already vying for his hand, pulling it into your lap. You turn it over and push your fingertips into the skin just beneath where the burn, already faded, starts, careful enough to make his chest ache.

"I can't believe you did this."

"It wasn't on purpose."

Your legs are thrown over his lap, effectively trapping him. He can't find it in him to mind, especially when you bring his hand up to your mouth and kiss the tips of his fingers.

"You know," you say, looking at them again, "I could've swore your burns were much worse than this."

"I think your mind played tricks on you," he says, feeling very guilty.

"Me too," you say, threading your fingers in the gaps of his. "At least I can do this without hurting you."

"I don't think you could hurt me, burned or not."

"No, I don't think I could."

He reaches out to smooth down your hair. Your eyes close.

"What movie are we gonna watch?" you ask, looking at him through your lashes.

"Can't you choose? I hate deciding."

"That's such a typical boyfriend… thing," you finish weakly. "Sorry."

"Is that true?" he asks, beaming. "What's a boyfriend thing? To be indecisive?"

You look pointedly at his shoulder. "To make… to make the girlfriend choose. Not that you're my boyfriend. Sorry."

He picks his words very carefully when he speaks next. "Do you think of me as your boyfriend?"

"No, of course not. Sorry. I'm sorry, I just… well." You go to take your hand from his and he latches on tighter. "You know, in high school, my friends always complained that their boyfriend's made them pick and then they'd. Be at a crossroads. Of sorts."

He feels bad for putting you through it but he wants to ask the right way.

"So if I was your boyfriend," he starts, hand hovering just in front of your face. You look at him as his fingertips guide your chin up and forces you to meet his eyes. "I'd have to be the decision maker?"

"No, I mean. I like making decisions. Okay," you correct yourself at his skeptical expression, "I don't. I hate making decisions. But if you wanted me to, I would."

"Yeah?" he asks smugly.

You clock on and fall flat on your back, away from him. "You're horrible," you say to his ceiling. You bring your hands up to cover your face. "You're so mean."

He hikes up on his knees and begins the short crawl toward you, one leg sliding between yours. He kneels, pulling your hands from your face as he leans over you, your faces parallel. You look scared.

"Can I be your boyfriend?" he asks, voice quiet. "No more unnecessary words at the end of letters. Please? You'll be saving me loads of money," he loads up on the humour, hoping to ease the unease in your expression, "bics are costing me a fortune."

"You wanna be my boyfriend?" you ask.

He smiles at you, crooked, one side higher than the other, as he puts your hands down near his waist. You hold onto his sides as he playfully caresses your arms.

"Desperately," he says, not quite kidding. "I know it won't be easy. Actually, I know it's gonna be really, really hard. I know that. But I honestly can't see it going a different way, for us."

You stare at him. He loses his nerve, realises he's cornered you.

"I mean, it can. If you don't want this, I understand why."

You frown. "I want this."

"You do?"

"I like you," you say, your hands tightening on his waist.

"Can I get that in writing?"

"You're really handsome. And lovely, caring and thoughtful and smart."

He squeezes your skin where his hands are circled around your elbows. "But?" he asks, hearing the hesitation in your voice.

"You could have any girl you want."

"I want you."

You toy with the hem of his shirt. "I don't get why."

"Sweetheart," he says, word chased with a nervous laugh. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Come on, Peter."

"What? Please, explain it to me, why wouldn't I want you? You're so, so, so beautiful, and you're sweet, and you're brilliant and you're kind. All the nice things you see in me I see in you." He trails a hand up and rests it over your heart, spreading his fingers wide. "You have the prettiest voice I've ever heard and the laugh to match, and I don't care how weird or silly you think you are," he says with a tenacity, hand moving to your face. "I don't care. I want you."

You blink at him. He feels quickly embarrassed as the silence stretches.

"I don't think I'll be enough," you admit. He's upset you, he realises in horror, your voice all strung out and your eyes glossy.

"You are," he says gently. "You are. You're enough. You're more than enough."

A lazy tear escapes your eyelashes, carves a slow line down your skin. He wipes it away.

"Don’t cry, baby. Everything's okay. I promise, it's okay."

"I really like you," you say, chest rising with a cruel sigh.

"I like you, too," he says.

You bite your lip as another tear wells, falls, seeping into your hairline.

"You wanna be my boyfriend?" you ask again.

The awful pit in his stomach eases as you smile and catch his forearms in your hands. He can feel every brush of every fingertip, can hear the happy edge to your rugged inhales.

"Yes," he says, the word barely out as you wrap your arms around his sides and bring him down on top of you, face over his shoulder.

He wraps his arms around you in turn and breathes you in indulgently.

"On one condition," he says, weary of your trembling chest.

"What condition?"

"Will you try to calm down?" he implores into the side of your head. "You're way too pretty for all these tears."

You pull him closer until there's no more room. He presses his lips to your face. The room fills with the sound of your laughter as he mouths a line of tiny kisses along your cheekbone, holding the back of your head so you can't escape. You don't want to, giggling as the last of your tears ebbs, worse when his other hand finds the skin of your hip. He pulls away for confirmation and you give a small nod.

His hand explores the soft skin of your tummy and side before he cups the curve of your waist, tentative, fingers skipping over goosebumps. His lips are tingling, little tiny pinpricks of heat and a floating feeling of pleasure when you relax beneath him. He wipes the lingering dampness of your tears with the back of his hand, careful as he collects the wetness from your eyelashes.

He knows he should say something here. Whatever it is, you can feel it, he thinks, because your expression grows impossibly softer and prettier and lighter, you're a beam of light in the dark room, your kiss a ray of sun as he dives back in.

-

Peter Parker has his hand under your shirt. And he's your boyfriend.

You're surprised you can still breathe.

His kiss is saccharine sweet, honey smooth and just as cloying. All you can feel is his touch, his big hand pressed over your ribs, his lips slotted against yours and his nose bumping your nose as he moves.

Every part of your body is warm. Your fingers are loose where they rest against the line of his neck.

His lips shine with your spit as he pulls away.

"Is this okay? Do you like it?"

You nod and move upwards searchingly for his mouth. He chuckles but evades, rubbing your face, placating you.

"Come on, pretty girl, you have to talk to me."

"I like it," you insist, again pushing up.

"But what do you like?"

"Is it complicated? I like when you kiss me."

"Teach me how to do it the way you like it," he insists.

"I like it this way," you say, and you're pleading now. "Kiss me, please. Plea-" your begging gets cut off as he dips down, touching his mouth to yours softly.

"Where do you want my hands?" he asks, the words sending little vibrations into your lips.

You suck in a ragged breath. "Higher," you whisper.

His fingers brush the bottom of your bra. "Here?"

"Higher," you repeat, lifting your chin. You kiss him fervently over his bottom lip as a wave of chills ripples over your body as his hand settles over your chest.

He's charmingly careful as he massages your breast through that last layer of fabric. You reach down to pull your shirt up over your chest, rumpled at your collarbone, to cover his hand with your own. He breaks your kiss to look, soft brown hair pushed into your chin.

You drag his hand against your bra, move it up an inch, then two. Then you drop your hand and let him do the rest, holding your breath as he pushes the tight fabric off of your tits.

You can't see his face as he touches you, vision all filled up by the top of his head, but you have a pretty good idea of how he's feeling by the way he touches you, careful but not shy, fingers brushing over your chest. The pad of his thumb rubs against your nipple in little circles that send tight bolts of pleasure deep into your abdomen.

"So pretty," he murmurs. You throw your head back and take a deep breath. He looks up at you and grins like he's been given the winning lottery numbers. "You know how pretty you are?"

"Pete," you whisper.

His mouth finds your throat. He kisses down, down, sucking the skin between his teeth in little bruising nips. Your hands find his hair and you wriggle, legs shifting to combat the heat growing in your centre as he works your skin. He skips over the bunched up fabric of your – his – shirt, plants a firm kiss in the valley of your chest and follows it down like a river, half moons of contact, shimmering. He kisses the swell of your breast and your fingers push deeper into the soft waves of his hair in response, a short pant of air escaping you, and then his lips are around the bead of your nipple.

He worships your chest until you're heaving with the force of your breaths. His hands hold you still. You whine as he sucks and twists and swirls, trying to drag his mouth from your chest and back to your lips. "Peter," you say, voice laden with fondness, with longing. "Peter."

He releases your nipple with a lewd little pop and takes a last, scratching bite of the side of your breast. You laugh and your chest wobbles and he gives you the most beatific smile he's ever given you.

"You have nice-" he starts. You cut him off, hand clasping the front of his shirt and tugging him down towards you. His smile presses to your smile.

Long dizzy moments of time. You don't know how long passes before he's slowing down, kissing the curve of your neck in lazy bursts with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You twist the hair behind his neck around your finger, almost listless in the aftermath of his affection.

He's tucked your shirt down over your chest just enough to hide your modesty, though the idea of it seems silly now that your skin knows his touch.

"Peter?"

He lifts his head from your neck. "Hmm?"

"We should go to bed."

"No," he says, the syllable dragging.

"I'm not having your Aunt May find her nephew like this. Or me."

He fixes your shirt and tucks himself back into your neck. "Done."

"Peter," you scold with no real heat behind it.

He shifts his weight on top of you, digging his hands into your back. "Five more minutes."

You cover his ear with your hand and close your eyes. Fine. Five more minutes.

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[nokwisi]

mouth open — viktor x fem!reader / drabble note; so uh, yeah, @arcanescribbles, you are an enabler, and I say that with the utmost of love. please accept this filthy drabble as a token of my appreciation 🙈😌 warnings: nsfw, 18+, light dom/sub dynamic

"Get them wet for me, Viktor."

The setting sun bleeds deep shadows across the room, and with his eyes half-mast as they are, his lashes cast spindly silhouettes against his sharp, rose-tinted cheekbones. His hair is in a state of elegant disarray; the product of your fingers carding through it, fisting it gently at the nape to angle his head back just so.

He followed the movement with devout obedience, and that ardor still lingers even now; with two of your fingers pushed inside the wet chasm of his mouth.

Viktor is beautifully debauched, strokes of color mottling his skin, highlighting him in varying hues of lust. The long stretch of his throat and the hard, shuddering surface of his sternum are littered with your mark; purple and red and marred with the faint crescents of your teeth.

His cock is flush against your belly, ruddy and glistening, but you haven't touched him there, yet. You want to make him wait—he wants to give you what you want, and so there it remains, neglected; steel-hard, throbbing with heat, and weeping at the tip.

You're pressed close enough that the dark sews your shadows together, connected in this plane, and the next. The sliver of space between you two is damp and hot with your coalesced breath, leaden with lust and unspoken pleas, and then Viktor makes a noise.

It's akin to a whine, and it vibrates behind his teeth, sparks on your fingertips and ricochets along your nerves until it settles between your thighs with a pulsating want. You shiver, and as though the sensation is echoed through the press of your bare body against his—he does, too.

Reverence blows his pupils wide; a ring of amber around glassy, desperate jet. He's looking at you like you're divinity, like a man before his creator, and he savors the press of your fingers on his tongue like he wishes to memorize the whorls of the prints there.

His long, pale fingers are wrapped around your wrist, but he doesn't pull you; doesn't push you away. No, he anchors himself, braces himself as you drag your touch against the slick muscle of his tongue. Saliva pools in his mouth. He doesn't swallow, he wants it on your hand, wants it enough that he lets it sluice down his chin in messy rivulets.

There's a thrilling sense of control inside you; a confidence that pulls the track of your spine straight, tugging your hips forward in a deliberate roll. You rub your slick cunt along the base of his shaft, your clit crashing against the velvet-smooth heat of him electric.

When Viktor groans, you press your fingers further into his mouth, as though trying to take hold of his pleasure from the root. His thick brows pinch together, eyes screwing shut as the sound garbles filthily in his throat. It echoes through the still quiet of the room with a lewdness that kindles the desire within you.

And still, he doesn't pull away.

He tightens his grasp around your wrist, and he rocks back against you fervently. His hand, buried in the sheets behind him, fists the fabric, wrings it until his knuckles blanch; until the taut muscle of his forearm rolls and veins pop like ivory rivers against alabaster stone.

Gods, he looks ruined—his face blushed red-hot, his mouth open and eager around your fingers, wet and sloppy at the way he pushes back. You're helpless to the gasp that escapes you when he opens his eyes: they're dazed and salacious, crystalline wet clinging to his lashes with the reflex of tears.

You pull your fingers from his mouth slowly, holding the tether of a gossamer string of spit, before it breaks and lands on his heaving chest. Viktor keeps his gaze fixated upon you, anticipation softening the look; begging you silently.

With your heart fluttering excitedly in your chest, you lean down and steal his wetted lips in an open-mouthed kiss, pulling back just as he licks an eager, hot line against your tongue. Mercifully, you reach down and envelope his cock in your palm, stroke him from base to tip with the smooth and slippery glide of his spit on your hand.

His brows pinch and bow upwards, mouth dropping as his head falls between the cradle of his angular shoulders; like a man that's taken a dose of euphoria straight to the brain. You smile, satisfied, and lean in close enough to draw your nose against the cusp of his sharp jaw.

In a whisper that rattles him right down to the marrow, you say, "good boy."

[scarlett-vixen]

The Heart was Made to be Broken

Summary: Your long term relationship comes to an end and you're left to pick up the pieces, luckily you have seven demons to support you.

Genre: Comfort/Fluff

Dinner was lively like always, the brothers all excitedly talking over each other, you were trying your best to keep up with them all. You were listening to Beelzebub talk about his upcoming Fangol tournament when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, you pull it out to silence the call but your heart flutters when you see the name on your screen. You give Lucifer an apologetic look and promise him you’ll make it quick, he nods in approval and you make your way to the hall, Asmo teases you as you exit the room saying to not have too much fun on your call.

Twenty minutes pass before you re-enter the dining room, you try to keep it together, a weak smile on your lips. The call hadn’t gone as you had expected, it went in the exact opposite direction actually, and now you had to finish dinner like your heart wasn’t bleeding out inside your chest.

“Sooo, how was the call? Did you two talk about how much you miss each other?” Asmo cooed, he always adored how much you gushed about your partner. That’s why his words stung so badly.

“Uh, no not really.” You kept it short and sweet hoping to avoid further questions, you took your seat at the table and picked at the food on your plate.

“Is everything alright? You seem less enthusiastic than you normally are after they call?” You didn’t expect Lucifer to call you out, was it that obvious?

“Yeah human what’s the deal? Normally after they call, ya can’t stop talkin about ‘em, now yer all quiet.” You felt your heart breaking more, you’d never make it through dinner like this, might as well tell them.

“Everything is fine,” You braced yourself, hoping to believe the lie as well “We broke up but it’s not a big deal, it’s fine.”

“What??”

“Whoa whoa whoa hang on—”

“Major plot twist, what??”

“Surely you’re joking?”

“Fine?? You were together for years!”

“I don’t understand…”

“Are they stupid?”

The questions all flew out at once, you tried to avoid them but the brothers continued to press you. You could feel your throat tighten, there was a war waging inside you, half of you trying to keep it together and the other half already breaking down.

“GUYS! I said I’m fine!” you forced a laugh and put on your best fake smile. It wasn’t fine though. You and your partner lived together back in the human world, during the call they had informed you that they were moving out, you had only a few weeks to gather your belongings before the house went back on the market. All your things, all the memories, all the love…gone. “I just need to go back home for a few days to get my stuff and then everything will be fine! I’m gonna be okay!”

You looked around the room and felt so out of place, you felt so uncomfortable, you wanted to breakdown and cry. You wanted the one person who made you feel safe, who always made you feel like things would be okay, but that was the same person who had shattered your heart. The tears started to stream down your face against your will, you looked to Lucifer for reassurance.

“Please tell me everything will be okay…”

How They Respond:

Lucifer

He watches the tears start pouring down your face and his big brother instincts kick in. If you’ll allow it, he pulls you into a hug shielding you from the others.

He’ll let you cling to him as you bawl your eyes out, tears soaking his shirt, he knows this isn’t going to be easy for you

He’ll make the others leave you alone, you have enough going on right now, you don’t need them adding extra stress.

He does his best to comfort you, assuring you that he and his brothers will help you gather your things in time.

Once you’ve calmed down and are able to fall asleep, he’s immediately on the phone with Diavolo arranging plans to get you taken care of.

Mammon

The boy goes through all five stages of grief in .8 seconds

They broke up with you?? They broke up with you!! Oh, they broke up with you…

His heart breaks the minute you start crying, and then he’s angry, how dare they make you cry like that!!

He’ll grab your hand and take you back to your room, he’s not gonna let his brothers watch you like this, besides they can’t help you like he can.

He’s trying his best to be supportive and listen to you talk it out but he’s losing his mind on the inside. You’re sitting so close to him? You have your head resting on his shoulder?? How is it possible for you to look this cute when your heart is so broken?

You can argue with him but he’s not leaving you alone tonight, he’ll make a little pallet on the floor right next to your bed so he can be close to you in case you need him.

Leviathan

This whole thing feels like a major scene from an anime he watched recently, he just can’t remember which one.

Once you start crying and reality sets in? Cue Levi’s inability to cope with awkward situations

He won’t know how to handle the sudden onset of emotions while also finding out the human he’s had a huge crush on is now single. He does know this isn’t the time to think about what it would be like to date you though.

He’ll try to hide away in his room but then gets sad when he sees your controller laying on the floor. The two of you spent a lot of time together having marathons or late-night gaming sessions so he knew how much you loved your partner.

He hates thinking about how sad and alone you might feel, he knows that feeling too well, so he’ll text you and make sure you’re okay.

After about an hour or two of texting he’ll ask if you want to come to his room, he can put on a light-hearted movie for you to watch or you can watch him try to beat the hardest level of his new game. He just doesn’t want you to feel alone.

Satan

He’s never experienced heartbreak before, he’s read about it hundreds of times and seen plenty of movies with it but watching you breakdown is so much more heartbreaking than any of that.

He’ll wait until you calm down before approaching you, only because he knows that’s what he prefers people to do when he gets worked up.

He’ll ask if you want him to get revenge for you, nothing major just a little harassment maybe a good punch to the face or kick to the groin for good measure.

If you happen to have a pet back home he is ecstatic. There’s no way Lucifer could tell you no, especially right now, so obviously your pet gets to live with them now! He doesn’t care if it’s not a cat he’ll take what he can get.

Will invite you to join him at the library or on a trip to the bookstore, just something to get you out of the house. Also a way to ask about your pet without Lucifer hearing.

Asmodeus

OFFENDED

He has been so invested in your relationship! He thought you two were so cute together?? He adored when you would show him pictures of the two of you together. You’ve told him so much about your partner, always so full of love for them, you’d been together for years!

He’s immediately at your side doing his best to comfort you, he’s been known to break hearts before but this is the first time he’s ever cared about one.

He’ll insist you spend the night in his room, but you won’t be sleeping, instead it’s a night full of selfcare. Warm fuzzy pajamas, ice cream, calm music, and trash talk once you reach the anger part of the breakup.

He’s been your wingman since day one and that doesn’t change now.

“Don’t worry darling, they didn’t deserve your beauty anyway! We’ll find you someone much better when you’re ready!”

Beelzebub

Bless his heart :(

We all know Beel is a big boy with a soft heart. Watching you breakdown in tears nearly has him in tears.

He’s on his feet immediately and engulfing you in the biggest hug possible. You’re such a good human, he can’t imagine why someone would hurt you like this.

Like Mammon, his sadness quickly turns to anger. You’re a part of the family at this point and nobody hurts his family.

He’ll ask you to stay in his room that night with he and Belphie or if he can stay in your room.

Regardless of where you choose this boy is going to hold you so close and gently against him all night. He wants you to feel safe and make your pain disappear.

Belphegor

This little shit.

Like Satan, he’ll ask if you want him to get revenge, except it’s more of a statement than a question… and a lot more gruesome.

Belphie likes to pretend he doesn’t care about you or how you feel but on the inside he’s just as invested as the others.

After you tell him he isn’t allowed to severely injure your ex or set their new house on fire or haunt their dreams, he’ll shift gears and focus on you.

Unlike his twin he doesn’t give you an option, he drags you to the shared bedroom and makes you stay with the two of them all night.

Belphie uses his powers to help you fall asleep but honestly you could’ve done it with out his help. The warmth of being sandwhiched between him and Beel is enough to make you doze off on your own.

[randomfandomkizzy]

IGHT! It's time for the rat boi to give all you thirsty bitches the sunny D you have all been craving!

Sundrop/Moondrop x afab reader!

NSFW

(minors dni)

You and Sundrop had been together for a little bit by now. Though most of the employees didn't fully understand the relationship most didn't mind. You even knew one of your coworkers who was secretly dating Monty, though if you asked either of them it would immediately lead to Sam running off with a deep red blush while Monty let our a sinister laugh and shake his head. But this wasn't about them however. This was about you and a certain Sunny boy who was currently helping clean up the day care. You two were pretty open about everything, pda being an everyday occurrence, it wasn't around the kids but more so the other employees or animatronics. The one thing you two didn't show however was Sun and Moons intense sex drive...

The first time you had caught Sundrop pleasing himself in his bedroom the two of you had an intense staring contest before he eventually tackled you to the ground. Let's just say you weren't really able to walk straight your next shift and used him as a crutch.

The second time the two of you messed around he left you a sobbing mess, having changed between him and moon for the entirety of the night, only letting you sleep around 5am since the both of them knew you wouldn't be able to function if they didn't.

You eventually lost count of how many times Sun or Moon dragged you away and would have their way with you, and honestly you didn't mind. Sunny even started to joke that Sundays would be their day to have you all to themselves. Moon agreed and used the excuse that Sundays were the best days to have sex since they could get out all the steam from the work week and it allowed them to have something to look forward to after the long weekend. So. Here we are, Sunday night cleaning up the daycare. "Hey...guess what day it is!~ guessguessguessguessGUESS!" you glanced at him with a tired expression before glancing down at your Fazwatch. "Um...the 2nd?" He shook his head and began jumping around excitedly "NOOOOPE~ try again! Try again!!" You rubbered your eyes with a drowsy expression before looking up at him with a sigh. "I give up...What day is it??" He picked you up and began spinning around quickly with an excited cheer. "SUNDAY!!" You felt your lunch starting to come up as he spun you, gripping the ruffles around his neck in a death grip as you shouted. "SUNNY STOOOOP!" His feet immediately froze in place, but the uper half of his torso spun a few extra rotations before finally coming to a complete stop with a shy smile. "Sorry Sunshine...I'm just so excited!~" You groaned slightly as you waited for the room to stop spinning before you looked up at him. "Sunny...You know I love our Sunday activities just as much as you but...I'm so tired..." You watched his bright smile slowly fade before it immediately came back even brighter. "What if we take it slow?? I promise I can hold myself back I promise! Pleaaaase! Pretty pretty pretty please" You laughed softly at his begging, this man held your whole heart and you couldn't find it in yourself to deny him even if you wanted. "Fine....but slow...None of your normal crazy shenanigans okay?" He nodded excitedly before he carefully carried you up to his and Moondrops bedroom.

Once he was inside the bedroom he gently layed you down on the nest of pillows he had as a makeshift bed, kissing on your forehead as his hands slowly drifted down your body. You blushed softly as you helped him pull your shirt off, revealing your chest to the other. He gave you a bright smiled as he examined your chest before pressing his face between your breasts. You blushed softly as you gently played with the sunbeams along his face, "Remind me next time we see Monty to borrow his sunglasses so that I can see your beautiful smile~" He laughed softly at your cheesy joke, causing your chest to vibrate from his laugh. He slowly reached up and cupped one of your breasts with his hand while his other hand trailed down your body till it reached the hem of your pants. He slowly slid them down, as well as your underwear, before tossing them to the other side of the room for the two of you to find later. He looked up at you as he swiped one of his fingers along your slit, smirking a small bit when you gasped. Before you had the chance to react however he had pressed his finger up into you, causing you to moan softly and lay your head back into the pillows under you. While his dominant hand focused on slowly pumping his finger into you he used his other hand to gently knead at your chest. You let out a soft moan as he eagerly continued his actions before adding a second finger, kissing along your neck as you gasped before melting back into the bed. "Such pretty noises~ so many pretty pretty noises all for me... for us.." He picked up his pace with his fingers, watching as you gripped at the pillows under you. Once you finally got the opportunity to look at him you could tell he was holding himself back, attempting to stay slow and calm like his counterpart would be during sex but he was close to breaking with each little gasp or moan that escaped your lips. With a little smirk he curled his fingers slightly, watching as you moaned loudly and arched you back. In that second everything he was attempting to hold back came bursting through and he picked up his speed immediately. With each thrust of his fingers your chest bounced slightly and you let out a gutteral moan. "S-sunny!! I thought we we-" you couldn't even finish your sentence as another moan racked through your body, arching your back as he added a third finger. "I tried very very very hard! I swear I did! But your noises and your face!! I can't help it!~ So many many pretty pretty noises from my sunshine~" He smirked proudly as he watched you squirm and moan under him, the knot in your stomach about ready to snap as he continued. With a few more thrusts of his fingers and some special attention to your chest he happily watched as you came undone all over his hand and bed, arching your back a third time as moaned.

He smiled softly as he kissed on your forehead and gently rubbed your side, helping you calm down from your high. You panted loudly as you looked at him with a dazed expression, causing him to laugh softly and kiss your forehead. Then it happened. Sundrops favorite part of Sundays...You pulled him down and cupped his cheeks with your hands as you began to spew out sweet nothings and began telling him how much you loved him and Moondrop and how good they are. He felt his face heat up slightly at the compliments as he held you, smiling softly. After a good ten minutes however he slowly sat up and ran a hand through your hair. "Moondrop wants to come out....Is that okay?" You gave him tired nod before placing a final kiss on his forehead before letting him go turn the lights out.

Rather than fighting it, Sundrop let the transformation run smoothly. You sat up slightly as you watched your other partner watch you from the light switch before slowly walking over and pulling you into his lap. "Sundrop tells me we were trying to have a relaxing Sunday....from what I'm seeing he got to excited....Typical.." You laughed softly and nuzzled into him "He did try....Very hard....but I think he knew he couldn't go slowly which is why he let you take control so smoothly" He sighed and nodded. While most people would think Sundrop would be the more careful of the two of them, it was quite the opposite. Most of the time Sundrop was much rougher during sex and railed into you till you couldn't walk, bend you into odd positions, and left you weak in the knees. Moondrop however was much colder during sex, he would take his time and go frustratingly slow at times, he'd edge you till you were in tears from wanting your release, and often would act extremely cold during after care. Of course they both loved you but they both had extremely different ways of showing it and while it took a bit to get used to it you wouldn't have it any other way. However this time was different, he ran his fingers through your hair as he watched you, a calm relaxed expression across his face. He gently set you down and stood up, shuffling the clown pants down his waist. Once his pants were finally off it revealed his silicone member that you had Sam install for you after you practically begged him to do it. And while Sam acted like it was a weird idea at the time you knew he was just putting up a facade, because not even a few days after Sun and Moon got their upgrade you overheard Sam getting his guts rearranged by a certain alligator in one of the supply closets.

Moondrop sat down on the bed and motioned for you, and even though your legs were completely jelly still from Sundrop you somehow managed to crawl into his lap. He smiled softly as you slumped into his chest with a tired sigh, rubbing your back as he watched you. "Are you sure you can do this? You look about ready to collapse starlight..." You nodded as you looked up at him with a small smile. He kissed your forehead before he gently picked you up, lowering you onto his member. The both of you let out soft pleasured noises as he slowly eased you down onto his cock, grunting slightly once he finally bottomed out inside you. "Good job starlight~ So full of us..." You blushed slightly as you looked up at him before letting out a shaky sigh. He waited till you gave him a sign he could move before he carefully began to bounce you on his cock. He leaned his head back with a low groan while you held onto his shoulders for dear life, moaning each time his dick slammed back up into you. He continued his slow pace, until he started thrusting up into you each time he lowered you down, causing you to moan out his name loudly as a few pleasured tears rolled down your cheeks. He grunted softly as you began to roll your hips, his body slowly starting to over heat as the two of you continued. "M-moon..I..." You let out a pitiful whimper as he chuckled softly "Go ahead starlight~ Let it all out..." And with that you felt the knot in your stomach snap again, cumming undone with a pathetically loud moan. He came a few thrusts after you before finally stopping his movements.

As you came down from your second orgasm of the night you felt him pull out and gently lay you down on the bed. He grabbed the cloth that sunny would normally use to clean you up and began to gently clean up your sensitive area, humming a soft lullaby. "M-moony? You don't have to do that.." he shook his head and looked down at you. "We both can sense how stressed and tired you are...and while Sundrop absolutely failed at trying to keep you relaxed...We both want you to feel comfortable tonight.." You blushed a deep red at his words before you held your hands out to him. He rolled his eyes before he layed down next to you, pulling you close to his chest. You again began your mumbling to them about how much you loved them and how good they treat you until you eventually let the drowsiness take ahold of you. Moondrop smiled slightly and moved some of the stray hairs away from your face, softly whispering to you as he did.

"Sleep well starlight..."

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Ta-da! Ughhh...this one took forever especially since right when I was near the end the first time it didn't save properly and was deleted all the way back to the first paragraph. I REALLY hope you all enjoyed. I have gotten so much attention on my first Sundrop/ Moondrop so I just couldn't help myself >3< If you enjoyed a reblog or a like would be GREATLY appreciated. Also are still open so please send some requests or ideas my way! Peace!!

[beskarberry]

Blue Orchid

Flowers for Ishtar, Chapter 1

(Nonhuman!Mando x f!Reader) [+18!]

You’d had to bite down on the corner of your blanket when you thought of him pinning you to the wall or bending you over the dashboard, stuffing you full of his length while he groaned his praises in your ears until you were soaked.

This was not at all what you had imagined.

Next->

Summary: You discover your hunting partner isn't human, which in a galaxy far, far away isn't that strange until his alien needs become too much for him to hide.

Rating: Explicit as FUCK

Word count: 9.2k

Content warnings: Major kinks: breeding and pregnancy, eggs and oviposition, mpreg/fpreg, alien genitalia. Minor kinks: praise, eating and weight gain. Kink sprinkles: threw some things in like just a tad of sex pollen, hair pulling, spanking, a very brief daddy kink, the idea of a/b/o. There's a few more but if you're familiar with my writing you know what's up. Negatives: body horror, dysphoria.

A/N: Yeah... um... hm... So this is some weird shit but if you enjoyed Garden of Ishtar this will be right up your alley. If that was weird and creepy for you then this is not for you! You have been warned!!!

There’s something strange going on with your partner.

Mando, as he insisted on being called, even though that was clearly not his real name, had been acting differently recently. Though he was an odd one from the get-go, the burly, short-tempered, efficient hunter took some getting used to, but now something about him was off.

It was a strange partnership you’d gotten yourself into, ever since that day you had been sitting in the same cantina booth as him on Nevarro, arguing with Karga over the last available bounty puck.

“Karga, I’m not splitting a puck with this guy.” You’d barked, crossing your arms and leaning back with a huff. Next to you, the armored stranger grunted in agitated agreement, his plated shoulders catching the light as they stiffened. You didn’t know each other, and as far as you could tell the only thing you both had in common was that you both worked for the Guild.

“Well that’s too bad!” The old agent stated, shaking his head. “This is the last one I’ve got until next month, so unless one of you wants to wait until then, this is all I have left. You're going to have to work together as a team.”

“Unless I kill her first.” The iron giant said coldly, not even looking your way.

“I’d like to see you try.” A knife flew from your belt to the table as you buried the tip of it in the faux wood counter, glaring daggers with your eyes at his shiny metal head.

“Easy now, we’re all friends here! Can’t have my two best hunters fighting, or killing each other…”

“Bullshit, I’m the best hunter here, Kargsy, and you know it.” Fury seethed from your words, but it was seemingly lost on the other man. “Tinman here can go fuck himself.”

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“No, but I fuck yours with it!”

Greef slammed a fist down on the table, making the trio of spotchka glasses bounce and spill. “That’s enough, either you two figure out how to play nice or neither of you will be getting this puck, or any other pucks for that matter! And that’s final!”

That was six months ago.

Despite your differences, the pair of you made for a terrifying duo, between his heavily armored body and your quick, nimble blades, it was like hell itself had released its most deadly demons. The bounty was found, hunted, and captured so quickly and easily that the minute the Razor Crest touched back down on Nevarro you were both excitedly harassing Karga for more.

Your newfound companion didn’t talk much, but what he didn’t say with his words he made up for with his actions. He gave you a little backstory, filling you in on his Mandalorian heritage and what that meant regarding his helmet and armor, and you were fine with the condition that he would never show his face around you. What he did show you was how lethal he could be, a whirlwind of blasters and beskar, an immovable object that coupled neatly with your unstoppable force.

It was poetry in motion.

Bounties fell at your feet like wheat before the scythe, wracking up credits like Kessel-running smugglers which you both blew on firearms and vibroblades as if the galaxy was ending tomorrow. What didn’t go towards guns and ammo went towards food and fuel, the Crest blasting off of Nevarro again and again and again.

As time went on, you slowly started to warm up to each other. You couldn’t really say you were friends, just work partners that happened to be flawlessly efficient at what they did. It was a fine arrangement, but over time small, but significant changes between you started to catch your attention.

You’d pinned a bounty, a large, malodorous Twi’lek that nearly squirmed out from your grasp, only to earn themselves a vicious cold-clocking to the back of their tentacled skull. Breath heavy and eyes burning with aggression, you’d slogged the captive into the carbonite freezer like you were taking out the trash, your wanton strength not going unnoticed by your companion.

“Good job.” Mando had said with a tilt of his helmet, watching your chest heave with adrenaline. “Such a strong verd’ika, can’t wait to see what you do to the next guy.” He’d never complimented you up to that point, if he spoke to you at all. It’d caught you off guard, but in a good way, and you knew right then you wanted to hear him say it again.

So you kept doing a good job.

And you did it on purpose.

The next bounty you held in place while Mando punched their lights out, holding steadfast against the living sledgehammer that was your partner, wincing every time you felt his fists explode against the Aqualish’s exoskeleton. When they’d keeled over, you let them fall to the floor, jumping slightly when Mando patted your shoulder, impressed with your ability to hold your own.

He seemed kind, when he wasn’t retaliating against your snide remarks or beating the living shit out of a bounty. Often when it was just the two of you he was almost soft spoken, asking you if you got enough to eat or if your wounds needed tending to, but not once did he ever make a pass at you.

That was somewhat of a surprise, but you didn’t even know what species he was, so there was a good chance you weren’t even on his sexual radar. He looked human, he obviously wasn’t a Togruta or a Twi’ with that helmet, and he was too tall to be a Rodian or Ugnaught. Too broad to be Gungan.

He was humanly proportioned to a sinful degree, his wide armored shoulders and cinched waist giving you wicked thoughts in the late hours. Even his fucking voice did something to you, the deep, gravelly husk of it almost reverberated in your chest when he spoke, and more than once you wished it would vibrate for you somewhere else.

But you were just two hunters making a living, nothing more.

Recently, however, something had started to change; and it wasn’t something that you liked. You weren’t buddy-buddy, but in the recent weeks his demeanor had started to wane. Mando was always private, taking his meals alone and keeping the fresher door locked when in use, but even when he wasn’t dealing with the necessary inconveniences of being alive he was starting to avoid you more and more.

At first you let him have his space, it was none of your business what was bothering him if he wasn’t going to speak up about it. But as the weeks seemed to drag on his temper began to flare more often, his sentences getting even shorter than they already were, his words sharp and vindictive.

You let it slide until he was rude to a merchant in a Bespin market, demanding more food rations than what he was being offered. Mando had left the market with so much dried meat and canned vegetables that it was falling out of his satchel, leaving a breadcrumb trail of bantha-in-a-can as he stormed back to the ship.

He was eating more often, too, squirreling himself away from your campfires or tucking himself up in either his sleeping cubby or the cockpit; whichever was further away from you at the time. You had your own space in the upstairs part of the Crest where he’d strung a ramshackle hammock for you, but it was so close to her reactors that you frequently woke up sweaty whenever you were in hyperspace.

On one such occasion you decided to sneak over to the ladder hatch when he thought you were sleeping, carefully peeking into the hold below. You could see him in his alcove, but just barely, only his back visible to you from your vantage point. He was eating, a lot. You watched his back and shoulders heave with each desperate bite of food, gorging himself as if he’d been lost in the desert for weeks.

The next cycle he kept his back to you almost constantly, like he was trying to hide something from view, but there were very little private spaces in the ship, especially while the stars streaked by overhead. Try as he might, he couldn’t hide his secret from your prying eyes, though you weren’t surprised with what you saw after watching him eat like there was no tomorrow.

He was gaining weight.

It was just a little at first, maybe just an illusion brought on by some extra layers of clothing; hyperspace was chilly, after all. However it soon became obvious as his extra warmth began to pudge over his belt and upset his armor that it wasn’t all fluff. You checked the larder after he went up to the cockpit to work on the navigation, and you were alarmed to find that almost half of your rations were already used up after having left Bespin only three cycles ago.

Something was definitely up with your partner.

You were watching him now from where you sat on one of the supply crates, toying with a vibroblade while he rigorously cleaned a plate of his armor, his back turned to you. His beskar was spotless, nary a drop of blood or spec of dust remained. He was just trying to distract himself from his newfound curves, but you were starting to get frustrated.

It was time to get to the bottom of this.

“Hey, are you feeling alright? You’ve been acting-”

“I’m fine.” he barked, the aggression behind his words making you jump. You weren’t afraid of him, or he of you. Your partnership was mutually beneficial and respected, and it wasn’t like him to be so short with you in close quarters. You weren’t having any of it.

“That’s crap and you know it, something's up with you, I can tell. You wanna talk about it?” Though he wasn’t looking your way, you cast your eyes at his pudge muffin, hoping he would catch your implications without you having to put it into words.

He said nothing, instead he rose from his seat and hurried up the ladder to the flight deck, sealing the airlock behind him.

You didn’t see him again until the ship dropped from hyperspace.

It was a quiet couple of days, and fucking boring too. Mando didn’t even come down to use the fresher or grab food, which made you nervous after seeing him stress eating like he had been. The Crest touched down on Jedha not far from an enormous crater that the Empire had put there in its heyday, but even when the engines went quiet, the blast door remained sealed.

“Mando? You still alive in there?” You asked tentatively with your ear pressed to the door, rapping your knuckles against the durasteel.

“Fine.”

“Are you coming out?”

There was a long pause, then: “...No.”

You grumbled and donked your head against the door. “Are you gonna make me go get this bounty myself?” He didn’t answer, which unfortunately meant the answer to your question was ‘yes’. You sighed heavily like you’d heard him do innumerable times. “You suck. Do you need anything before I head out?”

“No, thank you verd’ika.”

He was still alive, and talking, so those were both good signs, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong with him during your entire hunt. The bail jumper you were after came quietly, which on a regular day would make you angry that you had even wasted fuel for such a lame chase, but you were anxious to get back to your partner.

You marched the delinquent up the ramp and goaded them into the freezer, filling the little cabin with carbonite fog. Though you were making a hell of a racket, you still hollered up the ladder before climbing it, only to find the cockpit empty. Nervously you searched the upper floor, checking everywhere from your hammock to the fuselage, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Jumping down the ladder, you quickly scanned the hold, only to realize that you’d run right past him. The door to his cubby was closed, like it always was even when he wasn’t in it, but outside on the floor near the entrance were piles of empty food tins. Horrified, you checked the larder, your eyes going all the way to the bottom of the crate. He ate everything!

“Mando! I’m back! Open up!” You yelled, pounding your fist on the door, not giving a flying fuck if he was asleep. Something was very, very wrong.

“You’re back already?” He called, his voice weak and hoarse behind the door, making your blood run cold. Oh Maker no, don’t tell me he’s sick.

“Yeah, and I’m worried about you! Open this damn door before I rip it off its rails.”

“You need to leave. You can’t be here.”

“‘Scuse me? Fucker I live here! I’m not-”

“Please, you’re not safe.” He pleaded, his voice sounded broken and desperate, like he was trying to choke something back.

“Not safe? Mando you’re not making any sense, I already took care of the bounty, they-”

“You’re not safe from me!”

A weird mix of emotions flooded through you, first the worry for the health of your partner, the confusion at his panic, and suddenly the rage that burned behind your eyes at the mere notion of him thinking you couldn’t peel him apart like a can of sardines.

You’d had enough.

“Fuck you, chum bucket, this ends right now! Hope you’ve got pants on because I’m coming in!”

“No! Don’t, please!”

“HERE I COME!” You bellowed as you slammed your fist into the glowing button panel on the wall, deaf to his fretful protests. The metal grate rattled as it rolled upwards, and briefly your eyes caught the back of his head right before his helmet sank down over the dark curls that he kept secret. The fact that he even had hair was the least startling thing of all.

What hit you first was the smell.

Inside the sleeping cubby where the Mandalorian was hurriedly scuttling into the deepest reaches, the pungent scent of...something hurtled through your synapses. It didn’t stink, quite the opposite, it smelled delicious. Warm and rich, like honey on fruit sitting out on a beautiful summer day, the alien aroma making your mouth water.

“What the fuck is that smell?” you roared at the man huddled as far away from you as he could get, his body lost to the shadows behind the scattering of armor he had discarded. You didn’t like that one bit, feeling something akin to pity at his doubled-over, armorless frame. You sniffed the air again, taking deep, greedy inhalations and trying to decipher what the fuck was going on. “Are you eating starfruit?! You fuckhole! You’re snacking without me!”

“Please leave me alone.” He grumbled, wedging himself even harder against the back wall. “I’m fine, really, I just want to be alone.”

“Well that’s just too fuckin’ bad, you’re sick, and the least you could do is tell me what’s wrong. I have a right to know if my partner is gonna up and die on me.” He pleaded again, his voice sounding whiny even through his vocorder, but you were having none of it. “I’m coming in.”

“Dammit all, why won't you leave me alone?!” He was yelling now, but in his anger he turned enough towards you that you could see his front, making you gasp.

Big.

“Holy fucking shit, Mando, are you… are you pregnant?!” Hidden by his broad backside no longer, his protruding belly caught the light, jiggling a bit when he wrapped his arms around it.

“No! I mean… sorta…”

“The fuck do you mean sorta?!” you were screaming now, blown away by his swollen guts and the fact that he was very much not pregnant only a few days ago. “What the hell is that then?!”

He was caught now, you’d seen his shame and there was no going back. “They’re… they’re my eggs.”

You stood a moment, staring at him while your mouth flopped uselessly like a dying fish. Welp, there’s your answer, he is not human. There were lots of sentient species in this great big galaxy you called home, many of which produced offspring via eggs, so you weren’t as surprised by that as you were by the suddenness of it. Of... him.

Mando rubbed at his belly, curling in on himself as if doing so would shrink him down into nothingness where he could disappear into oblivion. “Please, it’ll pass, I’ve just… I’ve never had anyone around me while I...grmph... deal with it.”

His groan of pain broke your stare, pumping determination into your legs along with the burn of adrenaline. “Do… do you need help? Is there anything I can do for you?” You leaned forward into the alcove, reaching for him. “Are you in pain?”

“...I-I’m f-fine.” He shirked away from you, avoiding your touch. “Happens every couple of years, just...hmmph… it’s not usually… so much.”

Now you were just plain fascinated, climbing up slowly on your hands and knees, trying to be delicate. “Mando, I’m your partner, I’m not just gonna stand around while you suffer. Tell me what I can do to help.” The warrior flinched hard when your fingers found his shoulder, reflexively protecting his belly. “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Cyar’ika, please, I don’t want to...hmmph… do anything that I-I’ll regret.”

“You already ate all our fucking food, what more could you do to piss me off?” You said with a laugh, trying to break the tension. Carefully you brushed your hand along his clothed shoulder, a thin smile dancing over your lips when you felt him shudder.

“You shouldn’t touch me, I’m dangerous.”

“You ain’t shit, and I’ve seen how you’ve stiched my wounds closed, you won’t hurt me. I know you.”

“No you don’t!” He screamed, flipping around all the way to try and shoo you out of the cubby, but his hefty gut kept him rooted in place. You couldn’t help but stare at his rounded middle, his flack coat straining to keep zipped shut as the weight of him wobbled delightfully. It made you laugh.

“Mando! You’re gonna be a m... da... parent! You’re gonna be a parent! Why didn’t you tell me?! I would have baked you a cake.”

“It’s.. it’s never been this bad.” he stuttered, consigning himself to the fact that he was stuck with you. “I grow a clutch every year or so, but it’s usually just a handful of... them.” he hissed with an air of disgust, shame creeping into his voice. “They pass without much issue, but it’s never been this much.”

“What do the other Mandalorians do when this happens?”

He shook his head, guarding his middle. “Mandalorian isn’t a race, it’s a creed. The Mandalorians rescued me after an army of droids killed my parents and everyone else in my village. I… I don’t know what species I am, and neither does my clan. There’s no record of my village, or where they found me, and I can’t find anything on the holonet about… this.” His visor tilted down to his tummy. “I might be the last of my kind.”

“Mando, that's terrible, but I’m sure there’s more of you somewhere. There’s gotta be! Maybe if you took off your helmet I could see-”

“No, helmet stays on. I don’t need to add the indignity of a broken creed to this mess. Now please, mesh’la I’m begging you, lock me in here and let me ride this out alone. I don’t know if I could live with myself if I hurt you.”

You scuttled closer on your knees until you were right up against him, cautiously reaching out towards his swell. His visor snapped at you, his body flinching harder into the corner, but he was trapped. “Why do you think you’ll hurt me?” You whispered as your palm met the straining fabric cradling his shameful secret.

He grabbed your wrist so hard you felt your bones grind from the strength of his grip. “Because…” he growled, the timbre of it so low you felt a shiver run down your spine. “Because I don’t know what I am, but I know I need to put these eggs somewhere, and I want...I need to put them… inside…” He trailed off when a painful contraction shook his body, making him let go of you to hold himself together. “Get out now! It’s starting… please I can handle this alone but if you’re near me… I don’t know what I’ll do!”

“Shut’cher gob and tell me what to do, and don’t tell me to leave because I won’t!” You didn’t know jack shit about human births, let alone alien gestation, but you’d been through some fucked up situations, what’s one more for good measure? “I’m guessing you need to get your pants off.” His breathing was heavy, his helmet tilting with each laboured heave, but he nodded and started to fumble with the zipper of his trousers.

Your heart leapt to your throat. In the darkness of your hammock you’d imagined what it would be like to undress him, taking each of his beskar plates off and trailing your fingers down his tight clothes, revealing the man underneath like unwrapping a gift. With your fingers lost between your legs you’d pictured his muscular shoulders and broad chest, maybe even a trail of dark hair that led you all the way down his beefy abdomen to his thick, heavy cock. You’d had to bite down on the corner of your blanket when you thought of him pinning you to the wall or bending you over the dashboard, stuffing you full of his length while he groaned his praises in your ears until you were soaked.

This was not at all what you had imagined.

His gloves and his girth were giving him a hard time, so diligently you stepped in to help him undress. Your nimble fingers found the button and zipper with ease, the heat of his groin making your cheeks flush rosy pink, and then red when you pulled the zipper across the bulge in his pants and flooded the tiny nook with the perfume of his sex.

The hair surprised you, you didn’t think that an egg-bearing creature would even have curls, but there they were. Dark brown and soft against your fingertips, growing from lovely, sun-bronze skin, but that was the last of his human traits from there on. Ultimately, you were expecting a cock, horrified by the implications of what that meant in this situation, but as the zipper’s teeth continued to split, your eyes were greeted with something that made your guts flip.

It was fucking blue.

The thing sitting heavily between his legs was the prettiest ocean blue you had ever seen, with coils of deep indigo veins running up it’s length between bands of bioluminesce. Long, thick, and glowing, Mando’s half-hard trouser meat sprang out of his open pants, a relieved sigh wheezing through his modulator. It was shaped like a wang dangler all the way up to the head, but there it was something else.

At his tip a circle of petal-shaped protrusions cinched together like the blossom of a flower right before it bloomed. The knobbed end of his thingy wept with clear juices, beading deliciously from between each little bud. Your eyes were locked to a particularly fat drop of precum as it slicked down his length to his base where you found another feast for your eyes.

A hole.

He didn’t have balls, you guessed they were somewhere inside him, instead he had a fat, juicy cunt, his quivering cock growing from where a clit would be on a human. It was just as alien as his length, a dark cobalt that lightened to vibrant teal around sharp teeth that lined his widely spread folds. Those rightfully made you nervous, and fucking confused. What the hell are those supposed to latch on to? Me?!

“I’m disgusting, I know.” He whispered, turning away from you to study the wall while you studied his excitables.

“What? No you’re not, you’re… you’re beautiful.” He snapped back towards you, his visor searching your star-struck eyes for the hint of a lie, but there wasn’t one. He was looking at you, but you weren't looking at him, you were looking at him, straight through his groin into his vulnerable soul. There was just so much, and you wanted to touch all of it. Reflexively you licked your lips, wondering if he tasted as good as he smelled. Your fingers crept forward, hovering inches from his cerulean length. “Can I?”

A sharp inhale echoed in the cubby, followed by a stark nod. “Be gentle… it’s... argh… sensitive!”

“Shhh, Mando, I’ve got you. I’m gonna take good care of you.” Your fingertips met his heated flesh, making him shudder and groan. His strange length twitched from your touch, making another pearl of precum shimmer from the tip. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking the velvety length that weighed heavily against your palm. His helmet hit the wall with a deep, guttural moan, sending molten waves of heat to your own growing need.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck mesh’la...your hands are amazing.” The man purred, letting his arms fall from his belly to his sides where his fists tangled in the threadbare sheet. His hips thrust upwards into your slow tugs, rutting into your palm. In the tight quarters the mouthwatering scent of honeyed fruit grew stronger until you were sucking down your own spit to keep it from flooding your mouth.

“Hehe, yeah? You like this?” You flicked your wrist in languid spirals, running your thumb over the weeping blossom to drag warm slick down his length and towards your second goal. His toothy slit parted for you as you got closer, the pearly white fangs curling away from you safely. With one hand still on his beef, you rubbed your fingertips around his flushed hole, sinking a digit down to the knuckle.

“Yes.” he moaned breathlessly, his womb jiggling when he convulsed from your touch. You sank another finger inside, scissoring him open while you fisted his cock. “K-keep doing that and... and…” His heels scooted on the mattress when he clenched around you, his swelling length pulsating in your hand. A needy whine busted out of his modulator, and between your sunken digits you felt something grow.

“Go ahead, Mando, come on my hand, or in my hand, I don’t care. That’s a good boy.” He bucked into your steady thrusts, lost in the combination of filling and being filled. His walls fluttered around your fingers, and you felt something press against you when he bore down, but instead of something popping out of his cunt, something went up his length.

*Pop!*

From the tip of his spear, a bright orange ball sprang from him, surprising you so much you let go of his throbbing shaft and pulled your fingers from his slit. Excitedly you plucked the egg from where the halo of petals parted, presenting the orb to you like a priceless gem. “You did it! Look, Mando, it’s a… ball! Congratulations.” You were beaming, so proud of yourself for midwifing him through the process, but he was shaking his head.

“There’s more… and… and I’m starting to get desperate. You got me started, I can take it from here. Thank you for your help.”

“I’m not leaving til you’re done, but let me go find a bucket or something to… oh no!” In your hand the soft shelled egg started to dissolve and wither in the dry air, turning into goo that dribbled down your arm. “Oh shit! Oh shit Mando I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know w-what happened!”

“No no… It's alright.” He shook his head, bringing a hand up to caress his swell. “They never make it. It’s ok though, it's not like they’re fertilized. Please leave me now, your hands aren’t going to tide me over for long, and I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.”

“You keep saying that! I don’t understand, why do you think that you’ll-”

“Because I want to breed you.” The singular black eye of his visor snapped viciously towards you, making you pale. “I’m sorry, but it’s all I can think about. It’s been getting worse the closer I’ve gotten to my heat, but I don’t want to do that to you, I respect you too much. Please… forgive me.” He looked away from you shamefully, but his luminous length was still pulsing with the rapid beating of his heart. “I think being around you is why I’m so full, you’re just so damn beautiful… a-and I want you.”

Maybe it was the sickenly-sweet spice that he was putting off, or the cum soaking your hands, or even the vulgar fantasies that you imagined to yourself in the night, but you were intrigued. “You wanna do what now?”

“Breed you.” He growled, his voice so dark and sinful everything inside you clenched around nothing. “Fucking stars ever since you stabbed the cantina table I’ve wanted to be inside you. Feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me, hear those sweet moans you make when you’re alone at night… yes I can hear you. You’re louder than you think you are. But I want to be the one making you scream.” His growls turned to forced laughter. “I wish I’d gotten to before...this.”

“I don’t mind this…” You hummed, dragging your fingers along his velvety length, but he caught your wrist again, shaking his head.

“Stop, before I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to hold back.” You batted your lashes at him and bit your lip, leaning seductively towards his hunkered body. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t know what I’d do to you, what my… ugh… eggs… would do to your body.”

“Maybe we should… find out?”

“You don’t know what you're asking.”

“Neither do you.” With that you rolled forward to kiss at his big blue eel, making him curse out your name and grab a fistful of your hair.

“Mesh’la…”

You hummed and lapped at his crown, his nectar tasting even better than it smelled. Sweet and succulent, driving you crazy with need. Your venomous tongue could be so kind when it wanted to be, swirling around his knobbled head and flicking at his frenulum. Beneath you he was a mess, writhing and bucking with desperation. Lips slick with spit, you sank your mouth as far down as you could take him without gagging, fisting the rest with one hand and teasing his cunt with the other.

Fingers digging into your scalp, Mando fought the urge to fuck your throat raw, your obscene sucking threatening to toss him right over the edge. You hollowed your cheeks and spun your tongue, lapping around each sensitive bean and plunging into his slit to drink him down.

His muscles swelled and clenched with another pass, and you barely were able to pull your mouth away when a new sphere spat out his tip, rolling away from you to melt elsewhere. “Mando, they’re going to waste, what are we going to do about that?”

“Take your fucking clothes off so I can fuck them into you, pretty girl.” He was gone, the husk of his voice making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. “Let me breed you properly, make you mine. Show you what it means to be mated by a Mandalorian.”

You obeyed, rocking back on your haunches to peel your shirt away, releasing your breasts into the hot, steamy space. The black swath of void where his eyes should be drank in the sight of you as if you were the last glass of water on Tatooine, his hand coming up to pinch at your pert nipple. “These are beautiful. I’ve dreamed about these for so long, but they’re so much better in person.”

“They taste better, too.” You crawled over top of him, your knees in between his, waving the heavy dewdrops in front of his armored face. “You wanna?”

“My creed…”

“Party pooper. Fine, then you better help me open up, you’re packin’ more than I think I can fit.” You’d taken lovers before, once you’d even taken a Wookie on a drunken dare, and if it wasn’t for the persistent wet dog smell it might have been the best sex you’d ever had. But Mando was thick, and even thicker when his cock swelled to push out an egg.

“Are you really ok with this? You’re not just saying…”

“Mando~” You purred, pressing your softness against his pulsating length, shivering when you felt his fangs scrape your thighs. “Breed me. They’ll just melt back out anyway, what’s a little...fun?”

He reached a hand up tentatively to your face, his helmet shaking slightly from side to side while he hunted in your eyes for any resistance, any clue that you were just saying that to make him feel better, but he found none.

“How did I get so lucky…”

“You’re about to get even more lucky.” You teased, taking his hand from your cheek to pry the black and yellow glove off, chucking it somewhere behind you. The flesh of his hand matched the flesh of his groin, a soft golden tone that looked like it was kissed by the sun, but not once had you ever seen him bare an inch. It was also very human, looking much like your own, save for the length and thickness of his fingers and the dark hair that grew from his knuckles. They were very much the hands of a man.

Yay!

Your pants fell away next, disappearing out of the cubby and onto the floor with the collection of empty ration tins and discarded armor. Naked as the day you were born, you clambered over him and flopped against his side, letting your legs fall open. “Touch me, Mando, get me nice and ready to be bred.” He growled against you, rolling on his side and cradling you to his chest so he could easily sink his fingers into your fluttering heat.

“Fucking stars, you’re soaked. This all for me?” You nodded and whined, your eyes rolling back when he dove one finger inside, then a second, curling them upwards to find that hidden patch of nerves you could never really reach on your own. “Gonna get you nice and open, make you cum so you can take my clutch. Would you like that, mesh’la, want me to fill you up? Swell your belly full?”

You mewled at the debauchery of it all, blissed out of your mind as he finger fucked you relentlessly. His fingers sank into you all the way to the knuckle, his thumb drawing tight, diligent circles on your clit. Mando snaked his free arm under your neck, pulling you in close to his muscular body and leaning his helmet against your brow. The cold metal burned against your sweating forehead, the steam of his breath coiling out from under the sharp iron edge with every ragged breath.

“That’s it, come for me, beautiful. Almost there.” Your nails dug into his clothed shoulders and made you realize he was way more dressed than you were. Need to fix that. With shaking knees you squirmed and writhed on his slick hand until he brought you over the edge, your walls trying to break his fingers as you came, drenching the thin sheets. “Good girl, such a perfect little cunt. Give me one more, cyar’ika.” All his gentleness evaporated as he thrust into you, his thumb pressed to your sensitive button and making you fall apart all over again.

“Fuck me, Mando, please! I want you in me, you’re not the only one with wet dreams, y’know.” He rumbled a laugh and pulled his arm out from under your neck and his fingers from your sopping mess, dragging the wet of it across your bare thigh. Hauling himself up, he moved until he was between your legs, pulling his remaining glove off and working to undo his flack.

With bated breath you watched him hurriedly undress, wondering what other fun alien treats he was keeping from you. As the dark fabric fell away, your eyes were gifted with the sight of his body, though besides the wandering blue tiger stripes and his obvious non-human bits, he was remarkably close to a man.

Except for the parts of him that were glowing.

Strings of faint teal lights followed the flow of his body, mixed intermittently with yellow stars. It wasn’t enough to illuminate the little alcove, but it was a beautiful sight nonetheless, a constellation of stars you could call your very own.

His chest was wide and muscular, a trail of dark brown hair dusting down his sternum and over the swell of his middle. His arms and shoulders looked like tree trunks, ribbons of countless scars marring his flesh with shimmering whites and pinks. Pushing his pants all the way off gave you an even better view, though he had considerably more glow streaks further down his legs, spanning from the sapphire spire around his hips.

He was fucking gorgeous.

What does his face look like, then?

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you, right?” He asked sweetly, grabbing his beast and dragging the leaking head against your thirsty little cunt. You bucked your hips up to him, trying to notch him in your entrance, but he pressed his tip into your clit to make you writhe. “Tell me, I need to hear it.”

“Yes, Mando, now please please fuck...me!!” He snapped forward and thrust his appendage into you, bottoming right out even though his full tummy was in the way. He held himself still, his body shivering with delight as your excited walls rippled around him. Deep inside you felt the little buds at his tip teasing at the tight ring of muscle that protected your innermost sanctum, politely asking for entry.

“Fuck-ing Maker, I knew you would feel good, but...ah… so much better than I ever imagined.” You giggled at him, reaching out and rubbing the taut flesh of his abdomen where it sat heavily against your own, rocking your hips side to side. His fingers dug into the skin of your knees with a broken curse, trying to hold you still. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna…”

“What? This?” You arched your hips into his, trying to coax him into gear. “I didn’t know you were such a tease, tinman.” His helmet vibrated with a growl before he was sliding himself out, making sure you felt every inch of his length drag along your walls. The head of it almost managed to drop out, sitting tantalizingly at your gates before thrusting into you with reckless abandon.

You shrieked, impaled on his otherworldly spire again and again, the noise of it wetly echoing in the cubby. Above you he grunted with the strain, hooking his elbows under your knees and going to town. You were helpless, head rolling back, eyes fluttered shut as he filled you over and over again, moaning out his name.

Though he was lost in the heat of the moment, he wished the name on your lips was his real name, the one he had sequestered away when he took his oaths. Din. He fantasized about it in the night, the short syllable tumbling from your full lips, wet from sucking him dry. Din! He wanted to snuff out the sound of it with his own mouth, capturing your tongue and tasting you fully, plundering the hot wet hole that would so beautifully sing his song.

“Din!”

But Mando would have to do.

For now.

Both of you could feel he was getting close to something, his thrusts quickening with his breath. You felt your heartbeat gallop in your chest, thundering against the walls of its cage with excitement. He was gasping, struggling to pull oxygen in through the iron that protected his face. Hips snapped against yours, the slap of skin sounding obscene in the little space. You arched your back and bore down on him, your coiled muscles milking out his release.

And then you fucking felt it.

The clever little buds on his tip stuffed themselves into the cradle of your body, teasing your cervix open and leaving something behind. Inside you felt the soft little ball swell your womb sweetly, giving you a feeling of fullness you’d never experienced before. You keened from the sensation, bringing your hands up to your belly, searching for your treasure.

“Are you alright? Am I hurting you?” Mando asked urgently between broken breaths, a weathered palm coming up to caress your face. You tittered and nodded, his relieved sigh felt through your legs and stomach.

“Got any more for me, big boy?” You purred, dragging your nails through the soft hair on his bulging abdomen where he obviously did.

“You’re going to ruin me, cyar’ika.” The pulsating length stuffed inside you slid out slowly, stringing a line of precum from your slick heat to his flushed blue tip. “Get on your knees and I’ll show you how much more there is.”

Scrambling out from under him, you flipped yourself over like a slutty little pancake, presenting your ass in front of him to feast on with his eyes. The rough pads of his fingers dug viciously into your fleshy globes, making both of you groan. “Gonna give you all of me, beautiful. Tell me you want that?” He was trying to be dirty, but the sincerity in his voice made your heart flood with honeyglow.

“I want it, tinman, I wanna be full!”

A dark, lecherous laugh rumbled behind you while he lined himself up, rubbing himself over your slit before plunging in. Stars flashed behind your eyes when he hit your deepest reaches again, making you drop to your elbows. He circled the bones of your hips with his hands, squeezing and rubbing at your waist while you adjusted to the new angle. Impatiently you clenched around him, earning yourself a stinging swat on your backside that made you squeal.

“Bad girl, you have to wait.” He growled behind you, making you whine and earning yourself another spanking that was followed by a soothing palm. “You gonna be a good girl while I breed you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“‘Scuse me?”

“-snrt!-” You were having too much fun now, begging underneath him for friction with a roll of your hips, giggling through the cock-dumb grin on your face. “I’ll be good~”

“I know you will.” He slid forward, the angle hitting something destructive inside you, and you could tell he felt it. Memorizing your insides, he rocked forward again and again, building you up higher and higher to make you squirm. Fisting the sheets you cried when the lightning cracked up your spine, your cunt squeezing the life out of him and soaking him through. Your orgasm sucked another egg from his cock, the gentle weight sitting pretty next to the first.

“More…” you mumbled into the mattress, curving your ass up and brushing the underside of his swell. “Please…”

“You’re fucking perfect, mesh’la, so perfect for me.” His voice behind you sounded wildly different, lacking the gravelly modulation you’d grown used to, replaced with a rich baritone that tied your guts up in knots. Curiosity almost got the better of you, but before you could turn around to look at his bare face he covered your eyes, his broad palm spanning the entire width of your face. “No peeking. Be a good girl or you won’t get any more.”

He set his empty helmet down by your head, giving you something to look at if you could keep your eyes open, but his filthy cadence made your eyeballs roll back til they were gawking at your brain. Mando plowed you like his life depended on it, his fuckstick swelling inside your walls with each pass of his spend.

Reaching back, you rubbed your steadily-filling middle, the weight of his brood already making you show. Your devious digits kept going, fingertips teasing around where he melded into you, your lips stretched tightly around him. He jumped when you stuffed your hand back even further, careful not to catch on his goddamn crotchteeth to finger his cunt.

“Mesh’la!” He cried, bucking into you and pushing at least three more eggs into your womb with a single thrust. Above you he curled against your spine, his belly flattening while yours continued to swell. His arms left your hips to snake up your body, crossing between your breasts like a seatbelt and hauling you up off your elbows to his chest. Buckle up, buttercup! His sweaty pecs stuck to your spine while he kissed at the side of your neck.

You wanted so badly to look.

Instead you closed your eyes and let yourself get lost in the passionate kisses he pressed to your skin, his teeth grazing the tender flesh under your jaw. The fact that he even had lips crossed a few dozen species off of your list of possibilities, and even more when you felt the tickle of facial hair. Mando’s heated kisses tracked up your throat to nibble at your ear, his thrusting getting messy behind you.

“Can you cum for me again, beautiful? I wanna feel it.” The hand between your breasts slid up to your throat, pressing ever so gently while the second found your clit and spun devious little circles. His scruffy beard scraped your shoulder as you writhed on him, tears springing to your eyes with your crashing orgasm. “Mmph, that’s my good girl. So fucking perfect!”

His hips stuttered, slapping against your ass with a final burst, the fill of him swelling your middle to capacity, bouncing with fullness. Heavy, desperate breaths puffed against your skin as he came down from his high, caressing you with his hands and the sharp point of his chin; mumbling praises in your ear. “I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, look at you…”

At his purring you flickered an eye open, looking down past your breasts at where you were swollen with his clutch as if you were swollen with child. His broad palms danced along the taut flesh, sliding from your precious tummy to the drops of your breasts, his hums of contentment rumbling between you. His chest and abdomen were flush with your spine, his body returned to its natural shape while yours had changed so drastically.

Between your legs his spent cock throbbed, making your combined arousal drip down onto the destroyed mattress when it softened and released. You whined from the loss, whining louder when he sneaked his fingers inside, feeling your stretched walls and musing about how wonderful you felt.

You reached forward for his helmet, handing it back to him and trying not to look at the warped reflection of his face in its sloping surfaces. He took it from you gently, letting it sink over his face so you could get off of your knees. You flopped heavily over on your butt, sitting upright and petting your full womb with a blissed out look on your face.

He laid next to you, holding you close to his body as if you were his cute little wife expecting your first baby together, and not a pair of interspecies hunters giving in to your primordial needs. You leaned against him, sighing contently and watching his serpent retreat into his body, the rows of teeth biting together and showing you why he didn’t wear codpiece with his armor.

“That’s fuckin’ weird, dude.” You laughed, brushing a fingertip along the glistening enamel.

He winced behind you. “I know, I’m sorr-”

“No, I like it.” you crooned, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. “That was fun. How often did you say this happens?”

“About once a year, but… uh… I can still get hard, without a clutch, if that’s what you’re asking?” You nodded with a laugh, curling up against his side so your full womb rested on his hip. He sighed contentedly, drawing circles on your belly with his fingers. “How does this feel? Does it hurt?”

“No, not at all, actually feels good. Feels full. I like it, I’m almost sad that it’s not gonna last.”

“Me too, you look so good like this. I could get used to it.” You hummed in agreement, shifting your legs apart so that when the eggs withered and turned to goo they could easily make their way out.

Should be any second now.

The two of you waited, laying together in post-coital bliss, just enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies, tracing scars and stars, exploring the wonders you’d kept secret from each other.

You waited.

And waited.

The minutes ticked by, at first it was a blessing, giving you time to bask in the afterglow together, but as the minutes turned to quarter hours, then halfs, you started to get worried. “Mando? I can still feel them, they’re not breaking down.”

“I’m sure they will, they always do.”

“Ok…”

They didn’t.

Hours went by, and even after waddling to the fresher shower and trying to squat them out, the eggs remained. You got washed up, half morbidly, half exuberantly watching the way the fresher water dripped from your belly while you cleaned up.

Outside the shower you toweled yourself off, taking extra steps to dry under the swell of your womb, but you struggled to reach all the way around. Mando knocked on the door politely before letting himself in, dressed only in his helmet and pants. Dutifully he took the towel from you and got to the places you couldn't reach while you were carrying his potential young.

It was surprisingly intimate, maybe even more so than being stuffed full of his length. He started on your legs, between your thighs and up to their apex, then softly wiped at your tummy and hips. His deft hands dragged the towel under each breast, then your shoulders and arms, then lastly your neck; draping the wet fabric around you like a cloak when he saw your bunching brows. You looked nervous.

“We’ll figure it out, mesh’la, I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.” He stated with determination, brushing his thumb down the curve of your cheek and turning your eyes to meet his visor. Your hair was still wet, and now so were your eyes, the first twinges of fear creeping into their corners. He didn’t like what he saw. “Close your eyes, lovely girl.”

You did, squeezing back the mist that was starting to form. He let go of you, and you heard the sound of something heavy and metallic being set down on the sink. The towel around your shoulders was lifted over your head, draping it over your face. You were about to give him hell, mad that he would want to hide your face when you were clearly getting emotional, but instead you felt the wet fabric being lifted as he joined you underneath.

Then he kissed you.

Warm, petal-soft lips pressed against your cold wet ones, suddenly surprising you before you melted into him. His kiss was as gentle as his hands that were making their way up to your jaw, holding you steady while he slotted his mouth to yours. He felt human, the edges of his teeth dull like yours, thankfully not sharp like the ones between his legs. Tasted human, too.

You kissed him back, darting your tongue out with an experimental flick, licking his plush lower lip. He inhaled sharply, caught off guard by your forwardness. His fingers coiled around the back of your head, tangling in your wet hair as his kisses grew in intensity. The smooth muscle of his mouth danced with your own, letting you both taste each other for the first time.

“Ner cyar’ika, I’ve waited so long for this.” he purred against your lips, his words heavy with adoration. He kissed you again, pulling you into himself hungrily and tickling your nose with his mustache. Your own hands came up, slowly dragging over the expanse of his chest to the sinewy length of his neck, and finally to the edge of his jaw.

“Can I touch your face, Mando? I won’t look with my eyes.” He nodded against your lips, his nose bumping the side of yours. Cautiously you wandered your fingertips along the edge of his jaw, the stiff bristles catching under your nails. He shivered with need when you scratched him, carding through his scruff like you were taming a massif.

His sharp jawline led you up his cheeks, their softness dusted with erratic bristles. You ran your thumbs under his eyes, exploring his cheekbones and the creases that bordered his large eyes. Pressing your forehead to his and pulling your lips away, you circled your thumbs down the sides of his well-defined nose to the line of hair above his lips. The creases that your hands found told you he wasn’t a young man, but he probably wasn’t too far beyond your age either.

And you imagined him to be very handsome.

It wasn’t until your hands found his ears that you remembered he wasn’t the same species as you. They were pointed, and sensitive if his little moans of pleasure were anything to go by.

“I don’t ever want you to see those, they’re ug- oh!” You cut off his self depreciation to tilt his head between your hands, pressing a kiss to each of his ears with a seductive puff of steam. “St-stop, you’re giving me goosebumps.”

“Stop being so mean to yourself, buckethead, only I can be the judge of that, and I bet they're cute!” He laughed, the sound warm and brassy, but not enough to distract you from your current predicament. “What… what are we going to do about… this.” You took each of his hands in yours and set them on your full belly, letting him caress his handiwork.

He sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead in the dark of the towel, his lashes brushing your skin when he dropped his brow to yours. You heard his lips part with a smile, imagining the way the wrinkles around his eyes would bunch, wistfully hoping that one day you could see them for yourself.

“Mesh’la I-… I have no idea."

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If you liked this fic, check out Garden of Ishtar! It's chapter 9 in a series but can be read stand-alone. Enjoy~

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Ayo... DOM! Deku with a choking and overstim kink. Like the baku AND DekuSquad both thinks that the reader leads the relationship and is top in bed cuz the difference in personalities and PDA. But the reader just goes along with it cuz she knows that it’s the exact opposite and she wanna get fucked fucked. So in the end the next school day they see the reader limping to school and Deku smiling cheeky. Bro Deku makes me😩 May you do a request to that? It’s ok if you won’t 😊

Question of the Day: What nicknames do y'all find not cringy during a steamy moment?

Cursing, squirting

It wasn’t your fault that people viewed you as the one in charge when it came to the sexual side of you and Izuku’s relationship. You were naturally more energetic and rivaled Bakugou in the terms of attitude and prowess, meanwhile, Deku was one of softer energy. Always smiling awkwardly and blushing at every little joke and jab. Very few people have seen Deku in his prime when he is focused on a goal and will do anything to get there. This attitude graciously carried over to his love life, something you were faithfully reminded of on one faithful day.

As usual, You, and the usual majority of class 1-A sat around each other during lunch. Deku being the nerd he was, sat leaning against you while writing something in his notebook, dusting it every so often when the wind blew flowers off the tree above you. An ethical argument between Mineta and Denki is what started the whole ordeal.

“What do you mean, Mineta?! Deku is totally the submissive one in his and Y/n’s relationship, no doubt about it!” Mineta shook his head adamantly. “I’m telling you, dude, it’s the super nice ones you have to worry about.” Denki gasped, offended, “I can’t believe you are saying this right now, have you no shame!”

Jirou rolled her eyes as she had no choice but to listen to the boy’s stupid conversation. “You do know Y/n is sitting right here right?” Based on the wide look on both of their eyes, they did not in fact realize that. Quickly looking at each other with narrowed features they dig in their pockets in order to retrieve their wallets. “20 bucks that say Y/n is topping Deku.” Mineta scoffed, “40 says you’re wrong.” they both shake on it before scooting closer to you. “So Y/n, which one of us is right.”

Looking between the two boys you open your mouth to answer the truth until you feel Deku shift his weight. He was looking at you, everyone was looking at you, all eager to hear who was right. A hand placed subtly on your back makes your smile widen, for a different reason than everyone else would guess. “Well, I can’t exactly say Denki is wrong, but I can’t say that he’s right.”

The blond whines in annoyance, “Oh come on what does that even mean!?!” While his attention is distracted, Mineta snatches the money from his hands, “That means you’re wrong now pay up.” Denki snaps out of his stupor in order to chase after his smaller classmate, “No the hell it doesn’t!” Now, with everyone’s attention being distracted to the slapstick comedy the two ensue, you realize that the hand you previously felt is gone. Deku is back to scribbling away in his notebook, giving you a false sense of relief.

“Man, Snipe is so aggressive when it comes to history!” Kirishima slouches in his chair knocking Bakugou’s hand as he eats out of a Yogurt cup. “Watch it shitty hair!” is the usual response, as the class congregates together. Asui calls you over to show you something but Deku steps in front of you before you fully stand. “Y/n since we have free time right now, I was hoping you could come and help me with something real quick.” He scratched the back of his head and looked over your head.

On the outside, it was just Deku being shy Deku, nothing suspicious about the ever-present blush he always sported was in full bloom. But from your point of view, it was obvious there was a different intent behind those eyes. “We’ll be back guys.” Deku mutters a hand settled comfortably on your waist as you walk out the door. From the corner of your eye, you could see Jirou watching the two of you leave with an eyebrow raised.

Deku guided you down the school halls, thumb rubbing shapes into your side. He said nothing as you walked, only waving and making small conversation with any familiar face you two passed by. After a long time, you two reach an unfamiliar classroom that Deku curiously peeks inside of. “So what are we doing?” “You’ll see.” Deku ushers the two of you inside before closing and locking the door shut. The mood seems to shift almost immediately.

Deku has a lazy smile on his face as he tugs on his school tie, “So what was that conversation you and Kaminari were having earlier?” Your arms tingle with goosebumps, “I don’t know what you’re referring to.” While Izuku talked, his uniform coat is placed neatly on a nearby desk table, the sleeve of his collared shirt was rolled up and out of the way. “Yeah, I figured you would say that, that’s why I wrote it down to help refresh your memory.”

Deku sits down on a desk, motioning you over to him with a twitch of his fingers. A small notebook you hadn’t noticed till now was pulled from his back pocket before being flipped through. When you stood in front of him, his hand resumed its place on your waist so he could pull you much closer. “According to my notes, Kaminari and Mineta were debating on who was in charge of our relationship.” The more he spoke, the more aware you became of his fingers tapping randomly on your back, each touch tickled your spine, “And in response, you encouraged Kaminari’s theory that you were the one in charge.” Deku snapped the notebook closed with one hand before placing it on the other side of your waist forcing you to face him. “Is that right?”

You are silent when Deku’s scarred hands undo your shirt buttons from the bottom up. “I just thought it was interesting that your answer was different from what my memory recalls.” Izuku sucks in a breath when he sees your black lace bra. The fabric covering your chest conveniently hid the faded hickeys he knew he left 3 weeks ago. “Take this off for me?” The soft tone took you off guard making you pause confused as Deku gently tugged off your shirt and tie. He stands up folding your clothes as you fiddle with your bra straps. “I’m done?” You turn around to hand him your bra but squeak out in surprise when his hand grips your neck.

He keeps his hand there as he backs you up, forcing you to sit on the desk he was previously on. “I’m curious….” Deku trails off in his speech, using the time to kiss you deeply, hand never leaving your neck. “Since you are always the one in charge, I figure that maybe I should finally put in the work and make you feel good?” Deku pulls the chair from underneath the desk and sits down, legs spread. “Well, what are you waiting for, come here?” Your stomach flips as you slide off the table, the stale cool air of the classroom makes your skin prickle with goosebumps as Deku faces you the opposite way in order for you to sit comfortably in his lap.

“Deku what if we get caught?” You nervously glance at the classroom door, the lack of a peeking window putting you somewhat at ease. You were the only one exposed and if someone were to come through that door, they would see your half-naked body in all its glory. A hovering hand grabs the ends of your faux locs to pull your head back so he could whisper in your ear. “I’m sure they’ll understand that I’m just trying to pay you back for all my laziness.”

You bite your lips coyly. He was annoyed, you could definitely hear it now from his sarcastic remarks. But that didn’t make you regret your earlier choice, not one bit, and Deku knew that. The real excitement came from seeing how long it would last.

The gentleness returned when he grabbed your chest, massaging and pulling at them for his own enjoyment before releasing them in order to slide down your stomach. As expected he pinches the skin hard between his fingers and then releases before you even have enough time to complain.

“Just relax okay?” Deku places each of your thighs atop of his, successfully spreading your legs apart. You suppressed laughter whenever his fingers grazed your skin just lightly enough that it tickled, there was no need to give him a reason to be more upset. “Wearing briefs again today?”

Your pussy is palmed without restriction as deft fingers rub at the soft cotton protecting it. “Now how am I supposed to get to you now huh?” You knew the unspoken answer, and Deku knew you hated it as he clenched his fingers into the fabric until it ripped, “Oops.” You shook your head pouting at the unfair treatment, “Why do you always have to do that, now I have to be extra careful of my skirt!”

Strike one was raising your voice.

The touch was quick but still ever so stinging. Deku slapped your pussy in response before using his other hand to hold your neck, firmly tipping it up to the ceiling. “If you would have stopped wearing underwear entirely we wouldn’t be having this conversation, you know I like easy access.” The lack of visible reaction meant nothing since you could almost feel the blood rushed to your face. Deku kisses your neck determined to add marks that you could never hide. Your dark skin peppered with purple bruises while Izuku simultaneously rolled your skirt up to your waist.

You were already wet, the small nibbles here and there were enough for your clit to twitch excitedly as Izuku’s fingers danced around it. “Please touch me!” A warm chuckle vibrated from his chest at your desperate plea, “Calm down and relax Princess. I’ll get you where you need to be.” Deku continues to ignore your clit. His fingers, ever precise, slide between your folds in order to collect your arousal. The feeling adds some pleasure but only enough to make you more desperate. “Look at you.”

Deku observed your hips buck every whenever he got close to your clit. The small nerve swelling with blood and begging to be touched, and who would he be to deny that. It was heaven on earth when he finally put pressure on it. “Mhm!” His fingers combined with your wetness as extra lubrication provided the most pleasurable feeling. You wanted to clamp your legs shut and trap him there, but his much thicker thighs kept you wide open and on display.

Deku was never one to do anything half-assed, so while his fingers flicked and pulled at your clit, his other hand got to work. However, your twitching made you clench down whenever his finger barely pushed inside, “You gotta calm down baby, how else am I going to make you cum?” Soft soothing words made you just enough for him to push his index finger inside. Your cunt was tight, warm, and irresistible. The steady pump of his fingers has you closing your eyes as you relax against him like jelly.

Deku knew your pussy like the back of his hand at this point, every ripple, nook, and cranny he knew how to touch in order to make your toes curl. He adds another finger to the mixture, then another, and a fourth one until you are gushing around his digits and onto the floor. You were a slutty mess and no intelligible words could leave your mouth but “please” and “thank you”.

And while exhibitionism was one thing he had no problem with, Deku respected the fact that you would probably not be too keen to it. “You’re being too loud puppy.” Deku retracts his hand in favor of shoving his fingers in your mouth. You could taste yourself as he pushed them in further, rubbing it along your tongue as drool rolled down his forearm.

The sound of his finger fucking your pussy was wet and sticky, It took a large effort on his part to hold you against him every time your back arched away. “I’m cumming!” Your stomach contorted beautifully against his estranged wrist. “There you go.” Izuku kissed on the shell of your ear as you adjusted past your orgasms. “Are you done?”

You turn your head to kiss him, “Yeah..” He nodded, patting your cheek, “That’s good.” Izuku helps you stand up, helping you when you wobbled ever so slightly. You look at him unsure of the constant smile adorning his face, “Now what?” Izuku slouched a little bit more, “Now you get on your knees of course!”

You only have a moment to ponder what he said before a hand on your shoulder is forcing you down to your knees. It was quick enough for you not to feel the pain of your knees slamming down, but not quick enough to see the smirk crossing your initially sweet lover.

He was already hard as a rock when you pulled him out, cockhead with a steady stream of pre coming out the tip. You admired it with a small kitten lick around the edge, pleased when it bobs from your ministrations. “You are taking too long now put it in your fucking mouth.” Your head is pressed down less than gracefully and you are forced to open your mouth less his dick be smeared against your face.

Your mouth spreads as best it could while Deku sheathed all the way down to the base. He pulls out once again as if testing the waters before letting you up for a quick breath. “For someone in charge, you aren’t very good at this.” Deku uses a patronizing finger to wipe stray saliva off your chin before gripping your chin. “Maybe this will help you learn.” Using one hand Deku uses his cock to tap your mouth expectantly. Your mouth opens on reflex and his cock is pushed back in. Deku sighs with satisfaction, “Fuck, your mouth has always been good for this.” The tempo isn’t as bruising as it was in the beginning but it was still harsh.

Tears collected in your eyes ruining the mascara Momo had put on your eyes. Your throat burned from the constant friction and lack of air. “You hear that? This was what you should have said when they had asked you who was in charge.” Deku looked at you, his curly green hair covering his eyes as shook from his arm movement. “Look at those pretty lips.” Deku flinched after you swiped your tongue on the underside of his cock.

His voice sped up in the momentum and pitched in tone, “Y-You tryna make me cum fast huh!?” You bobbed your head faster despite the tight grip on your scalp trying to pull you away, “F-Fuck Y/n stop it!” Izuku’s voice caved and his hips jerked against your chin as he emptied his balls. You wipe your face with a large grin, brown eyes daring green ones. Izuku laughed, “You wanted this huh?” You don’t respond, skin tingling in the thought of what would come next. Deku stared at you, hands gripping his knees as his dick continued to spurt cum. “Fine.”

Deku stands up before dropping to his knees in front of you. Your calves are grabbed and raised until they are placed on his left shoulder. He slides inside of you with little to no resistance and you both groan at the intrusion. “I try to be nice to you.” Your neck is grabbed again with much familiarity, “But you always test my patience.” Deku leans over you to make sure you are listening. His eyes were a light green as sunlight cast itself inside of the classroom. The sound of your hips meeting is sloppy but neither of you are bothered by it.

You moaned as his abdomen rubbed against your clit the faster he went. “Deku!” Your voice is ragged and you’re practically wheezing at this point from the tight grip he has on every inch of your body. “Shut up.” He releases your neck and spreads your legs apart resting each on its respective shoulder. With entranced eyes Izuku watches you suck him in, sneering at how unintentionally greedy you were. The sound of spit startles you as it hits Deku’s cock before being pushed inside you.

You spasm at a particularly hard thrust, you didn’t know what it hit but your spine lit to flames each time it was grazed. “D-Deku!” You reach a hand out near any piece of skin you could reach, switching from his hands to his stomach. It was too much, the feeling of pleasure made it damn near impossible to think. Deku didn’t want you to think. Every time you seemed to think, you always caused him trouble. “I told you to be quiet.” Your mouth is covered almost completely by his hand only giving you the grace of air between his index and middle finger. You cum and you cum hard, so hard that Deku slips out and almost slips into your opposite hole.

Your leg is dragged back and Deku enters you again, this time only focused on himself. You feel him piston in and out of your cunt grunting obscenities as he closed his eyes with bliss. “Come on, I want one more like that. I need you to break for me.” In the distance, you hear the hour bell ring and the sound of students leaving their classroom. You have no energy to warn Deku, not that it would have mattered. Based on the pleasured look on his face and the heightened sound of his whines, the idea of getting caught only made him feel better. “I’m gonna, o-h fuck I’m gonna fucking cum.”

You let out a scream when a thumb finds your clit and your weak hands could do nothing to keep him from forcing another orgasm from you. “Don’t fucking run from it, cum for me puppy, oh god!” He covers your mouth to stifle your noises and that’s when the sensation begins.

The sensation is strange, it starts in your lungs like air before trickling down to your loins. The feeling of holding it back is painful but you still do it for only a moment of sanity. When it releases, it gushes like a waterfall, and for a moment you wonder if you had peed. When Deku feels it, he too is unable to hold back and finally cums inside of you with a reserved grunt when he realizes the danger of discovery.

Wasting no time and feeling no fatigue, Deku moves fast to find his own pants and shirt taking barely any time to pull your skirt down before giving you 4 minutes tops to learn how to breathe again. “Stand up.” You huff as you prop yourself up on your elbow, “You could at least help a girl out after fucking me an inch of my life.” Deku shrugs, “Logically speaking you did this to yourself.” “Logically speaking I should shove my foot up your ass.”

On the way back to class, Deku took pleasure in watching you walk bowlegged. You of course didn’t share the sediment as you did your best to hold in any cum Deku graciously left behind. He opens the door for you and you walk in doing your best to walk right but the limp was clear and true. Bakugou looked bored, the rest had blushes on their faces as you struggled to sit down properly. Denki, of course, was heartbroken as he handed Mineta back his part of the bet. “I told you, dude, it’s always the silent ones.”

From the back of the class, Asui and Jirou shoot each other an impressed look as they eyes the dark lovebites traveling below your shirt collar.

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My pet

Genre: romance, smut, normal AU with no quirks, university!reader x professor! Dabi,

Summary: Maybe skipping his class wasn’t such a bad idea. After all, the detention could wait for some other time, not like you weren’t getting sick of it anyway.

Words: 6.8k

Warnings: 18+, praise kink, bit of fingering in public place, semi public sex, unprotected sex, creampie.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm yourself down a little. From all the papers, you had to lose the one from Professors Aizawa’s classes, which was pretty important. And the fact that he had a pretty big dislike of you didn’t help either, since you were sure that he will nag about it a whole moth or give you little to no time to write it again.

Rolling your eyes, you collected all the papers on the floor, putting them in one box, accepted the fact that your paper is nowhere to be found. With a big sigh you stood up and poured the hot coffee in your cup to go, before you took your bag from the floor and left your apartment.

You weren’t in the mood for Uni today, but at least you had only few classes, which meant you won’t spend much time there.

You checked your phone one last time, before you locked the door and hurried downstairs to catch your bus. Using the app, you always checked when will the bus arrive, giving yourself 5 minutes to catch it. This time you went out a bit earlier, since Aizawa’s class was the first one. After all you didn’t have the paper done, you couldn’t afford yourself more shit with being late.

,,Fuck’’ you hissed when you saw the bus already on the bus stop. You were about to run, but once you noticed all the people squished in it, you couldn’t force yourself to do it. After all, you were never sporty, every time you had to run to catch the bus, he would simply speed off and leave you half dead on the bus stop. Yeah, you had a condition of a dead horse.

,,I’ll be a bit late’’

you texted your best friend Mina as you sat on the small waiting bench. The next bus will arrive in 8 Minutes, which was enough time for you to smoke one. Upset about everything, you smoked your cigarette almost aggressively, puffing on it like it was your last one.

You don’t run. There is always a possibility that you will die if you run. So, it’s better if you come a bit late, then not at all. You thought to yourself.

Some people don’t come to the classes at all and no one gives a shit, yet you are worried about some stupid paper and being late.

When the bus arrived, you turned the cigarette off and got inside, finding yourself an empty seat as you hopped into it. Momo texted you that Aizawa is not even there and that maybe there’s a chance you’ll arrive before him.

Of course there’s no chance you’ll be able to do it, since the bus driver took his time driving. You were sure they had something against you. When you are trying to catch a bus, they suddenly turn into Formula 1 drivers as they speed off, but when you are inside of the bus, they follow every possible rule and drive so slow.

The moment you arrived, you walked pretty fast surprisingly, every second step you took, you tried to force yourself to run. You tried to push yourself between the students that had their best time in the fucking hallway of the Uni. Most of them giving you a weird looks as you started to run for the first time, upstairs.

Opening the door of the huge class, you stood there confused. The man standing there wasn’t Aizawa, so you looked around to check if the classroom was the correct one. It was. Scanning the room, you saw Momo in the last row giggling at you. Giving the man one last look, you made your way to your best friend.

,, You didn’t check your messages, did you?’’ She whispered quietly, as you hopped between her and Mina. Shaking your head you took out your notebook and placed it on the table, while Momo explained to you what’s going on.

So, Aizawa had some problems which forced him to be absent for the next 6 months, making his assistant Touya Todoroki take over his classes.

The three of you chit chatted quietly, as your new so called Professor was calling out your names to mark the list. Like in high school, you thought to your self as you put your hand up when your last name was called. Professor Aizawa never did that, one look was enough for him to notice who is absent and who’s not.

Everyone knew Touya Todoroki. He was around your age, and that made students a little bit more comfortable around him. You heard that he finished Uni one or two years ago, being one of the top students. Being that smart, and Aizawa’s one of favorites, they gave him the chance to work there as his assistant.

In your opinion, joking around with the students wasn’t really smart of him, since there’s always a possibility that they won’t take him seriously later on. But hey, maybe you were wrong.

Once the introduction was done, and he said enough about himself and all the plans Aizawa had for the next 6 months, he said that he’ll call your names out in alphabetical order, for you to give him your paper and sign the list he prepared for it.

You felt a bit uneasy when you realized that till now, all of them had their work finished and the possibility that you’re the only one that didn’t have it made your stomach twist.

When your name was called out, you thought about some lies you could tell him, none of them good enough.

,,I’ve lost it’’ you breathed out as you clapped your hands and slowly nodded your head. He gave you the ‘’are you serious’’ look as you stood there embarrassed a bit.

,,Is that even possible ?’’ he asked as he raised his brow at you, eying you out while you played with your fingers nervously.

,, Obviously, it is’’ you said, crossing your arms on your chest. What kind of question is that even? People come here and lie about their test being eaten by their pets, yet your honest and sad excuse was suspicious to him.

,, When is the next date ?’’ you added, hoping he’ll give you enough time to write it again.

,,Tomorrow’’ he said, not even looking at you.

,, WHAT ?’’ a scream escaped your lips, loud enough for everyone in the class to hear and look at you. Is this dude insane ? Even tho Aizawa didn’t like you, he would still give you maybe a week to finish it.

,,Take it or leave it’’ he said, with a small smile formed on his lips, like he didn’t just tell you to do something impossible. Rolling your eyes shamelessly, you turned around and made your way toward your seat, where Momo and Mina waited excitedly to ask you what happened and so on.

The moment your last class finished, you had to cancel all of your plans, making your way home immediately after it. That day, you couldn’t even afford yourself to make a lunch or dinner, since every second and minute counted. The only food for you was coffee and cigarettes that day.

The good thing was, that you remembered lots of things you already wrote, but sadly, the paper wasn’t really small, forcing you to write and write without taking even a small break.

You hoped that you’ll finish it till 11PM, since your first class started early in the morning, at 7 AM. Sadly your big hope sank like Titanic when you checked what time it was when you almost finished your paper.

It was fucking 3:37 AM.

That disgusting motherfucker, you thoguht to yourself, as you imagined how great it would feel if you had the possibility to break his fucking tattooed neck.

The moment you heard the alarm, you wished you were dead. If someone placed a gun on your forehead at that moment, you would probably beg him to shoot you. Taking more time then usual, you found yourself being late again. This time you didn’t give a single shit about it. You didn’t give a shit about looking like half dead bird, with your hair tied up in way too messy bun and dark circles under your eyes.

Stomping into the classroom, you didn’t bother to look or greet anyone, forcing yourself to sit in the first row, since more students remembered that they actually go to Uni and suddenly decided that today is the best day to show up. Mina and Momo didn’t sit close to each other or to you either, since the class was unusually much fuller.

Grabbing your phone out of your pocked, once it started to vibrate, you saw that Mina and Momo were writing shit in your little group chat.

,, Are we having this piece of shit all day?’’

you texted, ignoring the topic they were writing about.

,, Yeah, we’ll have one and half hour break in between, and then him again. I don’t mind it tho. Dude’s handsome as fuck’’

Mina replied, making you roll your eyes.

,, Handsome as fuck my ass. Bro looks like random junkie from the main train station’’

you tapped furiously sending the message, scrolling down your Instagram feed, not even bothering to look at him, when he called your name out when he checked the absence list.

,,No phone in my class’’ he said loud enough, when he noticed it. Ignoring his statement, you just continued to use your phone. It’s not his problem if you are using your phone, it’s not his fucking problem if you decide not to follow his class and fail it at the end. Sure, if you were interrupting the class, then it would make some sense. But since you didn’t interrupt him or anyone, it shouldn’t bother him at all.

In one moment, you had your phone in your hands, the next one it was snatched from your hands. Looking up, you saw him standing in front of the desk you sat in, with your phone in his hands, scanning the room if anyone else was using it too. Both Mina and Momo hid their phones fast, when they realized what just happened.

He stood there quietly as he did something on your phone. The only thing you could see was his thumb scrolling something on your phone up. Whatever it was, he had no fucking right to do it and it made your blood boil.

,, There is something called privacy, you sick fuck’’ you hissed loudly. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or the fact that you had less then one day to finish your paper, but you couldn’t stop yourself from insulting him. The moment you spat those words, you felt his eyes on yours. You noticed a small smirk formed on his lips as he turned your phone off.

,, You just got yourself in detention Miss.’’ He said, as he placed his phone on his desk ignoring your complains.

At that point you weren’t sure if he got all the dislike on you from Aizawa, or if you had that kind of personality that made people easily dislike you. Sure, maybe you overacted and embarrassed yourself in front of the whole class, but in your defense, he didn’t have the right to do it. None of the students were children. All of you had the right to decide on your own if you will pay attention to the class or not.

When the first class was done, Mina and Momo came to you immediately, eyes wide in shock as they talked about what just happened. The two of them waited for you beside the door, as you took your finished paper and made your way toward his desk.

He pushed your phone from the end of the desk toward your direction, as he told your friends that there’s no need to wait for you. Confused, they left immediately, not wanting to pull themselves into troubler or give you more of it.

,, Sit down’’ he said, as you stood there confused as well, gripping tightly onto your paper. Being a bit lost, you didn’t follow him immediately, standing there totally lost.

,, Sit the fuck down’’ he repeated, this time a little louder. You sat there, eyes wide open in shock. Sure, he started off as someone that looked like all of your classes would be fun with him, but with todays actions, and the small amount of time he gave you, definitely changed the view of him to the rest of the students. To you even more, since his sudden behavior wasn’t really pleasing.

,, Paper’’ he simply said, as he tapped with his hand on his desk. You gave it to him immediately, not sure if you are allowed to leave or not, also unsure if you can take your phone or not anymore.

,,Good, now go clean the desks or whatever’’ he said as he took your paper, scanning it a little bit.

,, You gotta be kidding me’’ you laughed. This dude has some serious issues, you thought to yourself. ,, We ain’t in fucking high school’’ you hissed. You were about to grab your phone, but his hand stopped you, as he grabbed your wrist with his left hand.

Without saying another word, he just shook his head towards the direction where the small bucket was. Usually prepared for the Cleaning lady that does her job once the class is over.

You wanted to make even more drama, and curse him out instead of apologizing for interrupting his class, but at that moment you didn’t have the balls for it. First of all, because you were pretty sure he was in contact with Prof. Aizawa all the time, and second, it was already clear enough that he dislikes you more then Aizawa does.

You took a deep breath, as you prepared the water. Hoping he will let you go soon, since everyone else is already on the break and if you were being honest, you were getting pretty hungry.

The whole time, he just ignored you as he was correcting your paper. He already corrected the paper the rest of the class turned in, so he wanted you to have your note too. Aizawa told him about you, never paying attention to the class and appearing just to avoid the shit you could get for missing the classes. He heard enough about all of you, and he wanted to make sure none of you will misunderstand him just because of his young age. Starting of with you, and giving one good example to everyone else. Sure, it wasn’t very nice of him to give you less then one day to finish your paper, but only you were the one without it, and he didn’t want to wait too long for it and make you lose the little focus you had on the rest of the class. He was pretty sure you would mostly focus on the paper you had to write, ignoring the other stuff he prepared.

You took your time cleaning the desks, humming some song that was in your head last few days. When you finished your task, you made your way toward his desk. Sitting down to the desk in front of his own, you wanted to ask him if you may leave or take your phone, but somehow it felt too weird to do it.

,, Spit it out’’ he said, his eyes focused on the paper you gave him. Of course he noticed the little uncomfortable glances you gave him, and the way you played with your fingers. Something about it gave him the feeling of power, in some weird twisted way.

,, Can I go ?’’ you asked fast.

,,No’’ he replied as fast as you asked, like he was prepared for you to ask him that, making you whine loudly. You were pretty sure if it was Prof. Aizawa instead of him, you wouldn’t even dare to react that way.

,, Text your friends to bring you something to eat. You ain’t having the break today’’ he said, still correcting the paper. With a huge sigh you took your phone and turned it on. Messages popping up one after other. Mina and Momo cursing him out, sharing their location with you and simply being worried a bit. You told them about the break thing and asked them to bring you some snack, as you complained how he’s actually torturing you.

His coughing took your attention, making you place your phone on the table as you watched him stretch his arms out, as he placed your paper in front of you. Your eyes widened when you saw a huge D and 52% written on your paper. Some students would just be happy they passed, but not you. The worst grade you ever got in last two years was C, and yet you almost failed this fucking paper, only few percent’s saving your ass.

,, The beginning was alright. You missed lots of points. In the middle, some stuff you wrote didn’t make sense at all.’’ He sighed as he rubbed his right eye a bit before he continued telling you what you fucked up.

,, The end was terrible, from all the facts you wrote, to your grammar. It was painful to read ’’ He added, as he played with the pen in his hands.

,, Not sure what you expected from me when you gave me less then 24 hours to finish this shit.’’ You spat, anger taking over you again. At this point you found yourself missing Aizawa, and first time you felt unsure if you will be able to pass this class.

,,Is this detention done now? Can I leave now ?’’ you asked, wanting this shit finally to be over, ignoring his words from before that you won’t have a break today. At your surprise he just laughed you out, pissing you off even more if it was possible at all.

,, This ain’t your detention sweetie’’ he laughed, as he took his phone out of his pocket. Telling you how you will have to stay every day after classes for 1 to 2 hours to help him prepare his stuff for next classes. For the next four weeks.

You weren’t sure if he was joking around or not. You knew that some students had to do it, for example, Mina had to do it for a whole week, since she pissed off your Professor Shigaraki, always being late to his classes last year.

The next day, you ignored what he told you, as you made your way toward the exit when the class was done, only to be stopped as he called your last name out. That was enough for you to understand that he wasn’t joking around, and that the next four weeks you will have to give up 1 to 2 hours of your precious time.

At the beginning all you had to do was print the papers he prepared for the classes, and grab some stuff he needed while he was writing something down, or correcting some shit. You found yourself regretting the decision to go to that fucking uni. Usually professors don’t give a damn if a student pays attention to the class, if he passes or fail. They are here to teach, not discipline and if you feel like failing, that’s your issue. Well, not in this case. You felt like they enjoyed torturing y’all just for their own satisfaction.

Later on he would command you in the middle of the class to grab something out the office, since you already spent few hours in it, knowing where his stuff is. You also got yourself a new nickname in class, which was ‘’Todoroki’s pet’’.

,, Chill out, you only have 3 more weeks’’ Mina said as she took a bite of her sandwich, saying how she knows how you feel.

,, Bitch, no one called you Shigaraki’s pet. This is embarrassing’’ you whined, taking a sip of your coffee. The two of you decided to ditch the rest of the classes, since it was his one anyway. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to anyone’s shit today, since she had one sleepless night, and you weren’t in mood to stay 2 extra hours.

Both of you spent some time in the café, gossiping about some people form your class and making plans for tonight. Since it was Friday, both of you wanted to enjoy your time a bit, instead of spending the night home being lazy as fuck. Mina told you that Keigo invited the three of you to his little house party that he made every now and then. Every time his parents would go somewhere because of work, he would throw a party that made him so famous among other students.

He knew you, Mina and Momo from the high school and he always got along with all three of you. Sometimes even tagging along with the three of you to grab a coffee, nagging about his affairs and so on.

Mina didn’t go home, since you invited her to come over to your place. Both of you getting a good ass nap before you got ready for the party. She wore some of your fancy clothes and you wore a simple white shirt, and your pastel purple strap dress over it, that hugged your curves perfectly. The two of you did your make up before you wore your black Martens boots and made your way to the party.

Momo was already waiting at the party for you, drinking her beer with Keigo. She placed her drink on the counter when she saw the two of you get in. There were already some people you knew, but you knew that in the matter of time the house will be full as fuck.

,, You two sick fucks, why did you leave me all alone today’’ she laughed out as she took one sip of her beer.

,, No one’s in the mood to talk about that fucktard and his annoying ass classes here.’’ You said loudly, as you made a drink for yourself, mixing Malibu with some cherry juice as Keigo asked the three of you what happened.

,, Professor fucking Todoroki is torturing the shit out of me.’’ You said as you placed a cigarette between your lips. ,, I never thought I’ll say this, but I really miss Aizawa’’ you said in one breath making your friends laugh at your sudden confession.

,, Ah, I heard about your new nickname tho’’ Keigo said with a huge grin on his face, making you roll your eyes. ,, What is it again?’’ he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You were about to tell him to shut the fuck up and drop this topic already, but a arm placed around your shoulders threw you out of the tact.

,, They call her My pet’’ a familiar voice said, making you almost choke on your drink. Momo’s eyes were looking at you in shock, and Mina tried to make herself unnoticed, since she skipped his classes with you today.

,, Bro, I heard that you are giving her some hard time. What did you do to my girl?’’ Keigo laughed loudly, as he greeted his ‘’friend’’. You sat there frozen, totally forgetting that you have a cigarette in your hand, that was now half way done. You weren’t sure how much he heard.

,, Nothing she didn’t deserve.’’ Your prof. answered, laughing together with Keigo. You forget that he was around your age, and that it shouldn’t be such a big deal to see him at party’s like this. After all, everyone enjoyed his company. You, Mina and Momo exchanged one look that told more then any word could. All of you grabbing your drink, before leaving the two of them in the kitchen.

,,What the fuck is he doing here ?’’ you spat out, not giving a shit if he will hear you or not.

,, I have no idea. This was so embarrassing’’ Mina said, laughing loudly as she drowned her drink down, grabbing another one immediately.

,, Why ?’’ Momo asked confused, making you ask yourself how much she drank already.

,,Girl, the fuck are you even asking ?’’ Mina asked her, still giggling around. ,, Usually people get smarter in Uni, what happened with you? ‘’ she added wrapping her arm around Momo’s shoulders.

,, Downgrade’’ you said, making your friends laugh, as Momo hit your arm lightly.

Keigo was playing the music, his phone connected to the large loudspeakers. At the beginning you hated his taste of music, but later on you simply got used to it and at some point you started liking the songs he would play.

The three of you were fooling around, chitchatting with some people you knew from Uni. Once you heard that Anxiety from Blackbear started playing, you made your way toward the kitchen where Keigo was. The moment he saw you he started making some silly dance moves, as you immediately started to hop around and copy his moves. The first time he showed you this song, you literally hated it so much, only later on to learn every word as it became the song of you two.

He started singing as you prepared another drink for yourself, waving your left arm in the air like Keigo did, following the beat of the song. At that point, you didn’t give a fuck about the presence of your Prof, since it looked like he didn’t really want to bother you either.

,, Having fun?’’ Keigo asked, as he placed his glass in front of your lips, forcing you to drink every drop of his drink.

,, Disgusting’’ you hissed, making a face. He laughed at your silly face and reaction as he pat your head. Taking a sip of your sweet drink, trying to cover up the Whisky he just gave you.

,, Touya, your detention ain’t shit. She still doesn’t have any manners’’ Keigo joked, as he shook his head a little.

,, I’m working on it’’ He answered, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

,, Oh shut the fuck up, both of you’’ you blurted, trying not to give them much reaction, since you were pretty sure they were just provoking you at this point. The two of them only laughed at your reaction, finding it cute.

Hopping of the long chair, you pulled your dress down, and made your way to find your friends. The house was full at this point. Greeting every third person, you tried to find either Mina or Momo, only to give up at the end.

Not wanting to go back in the kitchen, you made your way upstairs where the guest room was. Keigo and Todoroki noticed you going upstairs as Keigo tired to call your name out, only to end up being ignored since you didn’t hear shit.

You hopped onto the bed, your feet still on the floor, since you were too lazy to take off your boots. You placed the small ashtray on the bed, and lit your cigarette as you watched the people in the small hallway dance around and have fun.

Taking your phone out of the small pocket of your dress, you sent a message to the group chat, asking your friends where they are and telling them that you are in the guest room. Dropping your phone to the side, you enjoyed your cigarette, and the muffed sounds of the music. Looking at the ceiling, you waited for your friends to reply or come finally, since you wanted to drink and have some more fun.

The moment you heard the door close, your body twitched up.

,, What do you want now ? ‘’ you hissed when you saw Todoroki making his way to sit next to you. Instead of answering you, he just sat beside you, taking the small box of cigarettes and lighting one with your lighter.

You did the same thing, trying to cover the fact that you indeed felt a little bit uncomfortable. You laid down again, ignoring his presence as you puffed on your cigarette. You could feel his stare on you, as you tried to pull your dress down a little, scared it showed more then is should.

He laid down next to you, placing the ashtray to the side. In that moment you wished you were drunk, since the whole situation was freaking you out a little.

,, Chill out doll, we ain’t at Uni.’’ He said, placing his hands under his head, answering your question only now.

He looked a bit different then usual. Wearing simple black shirt with jeans, and Nike airforce. It looked good, but it kinda felt weird since the only outfit you saw him in was the formal one, in the uni.

You tried to move to the side a little, since he was a bit too close. Placing the ashtray on the nightstand, you took it as excuse to move a bit form him. Sure, he was handsome as fuck, sure you wouldn’t mind him that close, laying down beside you, if he wasn’t your fucking professor for the next six fucking months.

He noticed you wiggling to the side. How could he not notice that, as your dress got a bit up without you even realizing it, giving him view of more skin. He’s not stupid, he knew he made you uncomfortable, but he liked it. He liked the way when some of your friends called you by your new nickname. He loved the fact that he marked you his, without trying at all.

The moment you stood up, realizing that your dress is showing more then you intended to, grabbing the edges of it and pulling it down while whispering small apologies, his dick twitched inside of his pants. He placed one more cigarette between his lips, as he grabbed your wrist, forcing you to sit on his lap and not giving a single fuck if you could feel his erection.

,, What’s wrong doll?’’ he asked once you gasped in surprise. He loved how you didn’t dare to complain or even say anything. But was there even something to say? Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t find yourself to form a normal sentence anymore.

,, You heard what Keigo said. ‘’ he whispered, as he inhaled the smoke of his cigarette. ,, That my detention ain’t shit’’ he added, his finger on your jaw now, making you look at him.

,,What should I do’’ he wondered out loud, turned on only by the confused look on your face. You weren’t sure if he already noticed, but all he did at that moment turned you on. His grip around your jaw got stronger, forcing you to open your mouth lightly, as his lips got closer to yours only to exhale the smoke in your mouth.

,, You know, I have to punish my pet for being absent today’’ he said, his face only inches away from your own. ,, Sure, I thought you were sick at first. But look at you, healthy as fuck’’ he said, his other hand squeezing your ass tightly as he pulled you closer to his body. The position you were in was embarrassing for you, and you were pretty sure if someone walked in, you would be labeled as Todoroki’s pet forever.

He placed you onto the bed, slowly standing up to turn off his cigarette. You weren’t even sure what was happening anymore. You just sat there on the bed, as he locked the door before he made his way back to you. Standing in front of you, looking down on you, he couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his face.

Pushing you back lightly, your upper body fell onto the mattress giving him a perfect view of you, before he hovered over your body. He wanted to fuck your brains out, he wanted to hear you scream his name all over again as he fucked you into the mattress, but he had to risk it all with a question. Since you were giving him mixed signals, he had to be sure you wanted this as much as he did.

,, You sure about this ?’’ he breathed out, hoping you won’t turn into a fucking brat again and storm out of the room, or make any other unnecessary scene.

,,Yes’’ you managed to nod your head. Sure, the risk for you was huge, but what could even happen anymore ? You were already labeled as his pet, because of the stupid detention.

,, Good. Fucking. Girl’’ he said pointing every word out, as he placed soft kisses all over your neck, leaving sloppy purple marks shamelessly. Your breathing got a bit heavier hearing these three words coming out of his mouth.

He didn’t have time for foreplay, first of all, because he wanted to be inside of you, second, because the risk of people noticing was too big. Sure, he was around your age, but at the end he would probably lose his job.

,, Someone’s calling you’’ he said, still abusing your neck. Ignoring the phone and his words, you just enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your neck, wanting more.

,,Pick it up doll’’ commending, he pulled your panties to the side, as he touched your clit, groaning loudly when he felt how wet you already are. The thought of fucking you while you were talking to your friends got in his mind, and he couldn’t ignore it at all.

,, Yes?’’ you asked, sounding whiny more then you should, while he played with your pussy.

,, Bitch, the door is locked’’ you heard Mina on the other line, eyes wide in shock. You tried to pull yourself up, but his hand stopped you as he pushed you back into the mattress.

,, I’m.. I’m not.. ahh shit ‘’ You almost moaned when the sudden feeling of pleasure and pain took over you, as he entered you without a warning. Throwing your head back, you tried to talk, you tried to think of something, anything, to tell to your friend.

Touya closed his eyes, enjoying how your walls felt around his dick. Your pussy felt like it was made just for him. And it felt even better once he heard you fight the moan, while you tried to talk to your friend.

,, Keep being good for me’’ he groaned quietly, as his hips started to move at rapidly speed.

,,Are you with someone?’’ Mina screamed, as you closed your eyes, feeling every inch of his dick moving in and out of your core. All you wanted to do was throw the fucking phone away, and enjoy what he was giving you.

,, Y-yeah, friend’’ you said, trying to hold the moans, as he fucked you hard. Mina hang up after she told you that they will wait for you in the kitchen with Keigo. The moment the call ended, you threw your phone on the bed, placing your hands on his shoulders, finding some comfort in it. You were sure that people could hear the bed slamming onto the walls, maybe even your moans that he muffed with his hand.

,, You feel so good, doll’’ he groaned, every move he made was getting stronger and faster, turning you into a whiny mess under him. You placed your lips on his neck, sucking and biting on it as you tried to keep your moans low. You felt a bit proud of the marks you left on his neck. If you were marked his, then that was the last thing you could do to mark him too. Even if it was a bit.

,, Touya, please’’ you cried when he slowed down. Snuggling your face into his neck, you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down from the pleasure he was giving you. The slow moves were too painful for you, they made you feel every inch of his dick moving inside.

He moaned loudly when he heard his name slip out of your mouth. He wanted to hear more of it, he wanted to hear you beg for him while you say his name all over again.

,, You look so good when you want it’’ he said, tugging your hair back into the mattress, giving himself more access of your neck that was already marked by him, but of course that wasn’t enough.

,, Be my good girl and beg for it’’ he said, not moving at all. He wanted to destroy you, but at that moment he simply had to hear you beg for him.

,,Please Touya, I’ll be good. Please’’ you begged again, and that was more then enough for him.

,, That’s my good girl’’ he whispered, kissing your lips as he started to move his hips again. He was pounding into you like there was no tomorrow, enjoying the way you were whimpering under him as you wrapped your legs around him, trying to get him closer to you.

,,So close’’ you mumbled somehow, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his fingers rub against your clit. Only few rubs were enough for you to catch your high, biting onto his shoulder as you came all over his dick.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said as his speed increased, shortly after it, he comes deep inside you, groaning into your neck, as your fingers found their way to his hair. You closed your eyes, feeling his seemen filling your pussy up. He continued to fuck you as he was riding out his orgasm, slowly fucking his cum back into your core.

The two of you took some time to catch your breaths. His dick still buried deep inside you. The moment he pulled it out, you whined loudly at the feeling of emptiness. Placing one more kiss on your lips, Touya pulled your panties down, cleaning the cum that was leaking out of you with them.

,, You gotta be kidding me’’ you gasped when you realized what he did, only getting a smirk as a response.

Once he was sure that you were clean now, he pushed your panties deep inside of his pocket, giving himself a little present that would remind him of you, before he commanded you to unlock your phone, so he could save his number in it. Immediately calling his own number.

,, Don’t ever think of skipping my class again for the next six months” he hissed, as he grabbed your jaw, forcing you into kiss. All you could do was nod in agreement, promising that you’ll attend his classes.

He gave you one more kiss, before he left. Telling you to wait a bit, before you follow him, to make it less suspicious. Laying down on bad, all fucked out, you smoked one cigarette as you sent a message to Mina and Momo, telling them that you’ll be there in few minutes, and asking them to make you a drink.

Once the cigarette was done, you found yourself going downstairs, noticing that Touya was already with Keigo, talking about something. The moment you stepped into the kitchen, Mina and Momo started laughing loudly.

,,Oh, I see what’s going on’’ Mina gasped figuring out what just happened. She wasn’t dumb. Maybe others didn’t realized, but your overly marked neck, and the few hickeys around his neck made your friends understand what happened. Not like Keigo didn’t already know, he was the first one to support his friend, making him follow you into the guest room.

The next days, you found yourself waiting excitedly for your detention. Enjoying the time you were spending with him. Enjoying the risky sex the two of you had in the class room, in his office or in the toilet of the University.

Touya didn’t test your limits anymore, he knew that you were ready to do anything for him, he knew that he had you under his spell. But as much as he had you, you had him. He found himself spoiling the shit out of you, driving you home, coming to your apartment almost every evening and buying you little presents you never asked for.

You loved how he couldn’t keep his hands off you, not even in front of the class, ready to risk it all for you. Ordering you to work on some of his papers, while everyone else was chit-chatting or simply playing on their phones when the lesion was done. He wanted to let them all go, so he could fuck you there on the desk, but since it was too early, he just told them to do whatsoever, as you sat beside him, focused on your work.

The small gasp that came out of your mouth, once you felt his hand on your tight, squeezing it tightly, turned him on even more. You don’t wear skirt when you are having classes everyday, he had to grab that chance he had served in front of him.

,, Not here’’ you whispered, trying to look like nothing’s happening at all.

,,Yes here’’ he answered quietly, as he acted it out like he was explaining something to you, slipping one finger into your core.

The way he pumped his finger in and out of you, acting like he ain’t doing shit was driving you crazy. Also the fact that anyone that payed a little bit more attention to you, could probably realize what was going on, didn’t help either. The adrenaline was rushing in your blood, as you squeezed your tights together, trying to tell him that he’s hitting the right spot.

That day he finger fucked you in front of everyone, making sure no one noticed. Even tho no one gave two shits about the two of you, every person in their own worlds, you felt like all eyes were on you. You felt like everyone knew what was going on, as your head hang low, hair covering your face enough for you to squeeze your eyes shut as you came all over his fingers.

Once you found yourself breathing normally, you took your phone, opening the message that Mina sent you.

,, Girl, you can’t be serious’’

The two of you made eye contact, laughing loudly. Well, someone in fact noticed, thankfully no one dangerous.