#want me to shed my fucking skin or wha?

[stargirlstabber]

the weather is nice here pookie. Getting chilly it’s my fav ! Hope you’re doing well 😚😚😚

hi looove🌸 ah same, fall and winter are my fave seasons😌 i'm doing alright, me and my bestie were spilling tea earlier so yeah, i'm alright. and u (and tora)? how was your day?

[aplaceinthedark]

AU interlude: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Noah Sebastian (The Watcher of the Woods) x onbc (Taylor)

Word Count: 2.7k+

Cw: language, supernatural themes, sexy stuff: oral (oc receiving), fingering, slight monster fucking (monster, demi-deity, whatev Fuckface McGee thinks he is), pet play if you squint, unwrapped p in v (be safe, kiddos), telepathic dirty-talk, overstimulation

“I don't need to be babysat. Like they're gonna try to break into my house and kidnap me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.  

“Well, too bad. Like I have anything better to do than babysit you,” Noah said, shedding his leather jacket he had over his hoodie. I could hear the playful undertone in his voice, thankfully. And to be honest, I was kind of glad he was here. 

“Need help?” I commented as he pulled his hoodie up. 

“Nope,” he said, lifting it up above his head. I mainly watched just to see how he could manage to get it over the antlers that were sprouting from the sides of his head, but I would be lying if I said I didn't sneak a peek at the part of his stomach as his shirt rode up. “Jeez, do you have to keep this place like a sauna in here?”

“It's not even seventy degrees in here,” I said, trying to avoid staring too long after he managed to get the hoodie off, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was actually that… big under all that clothing. He was now down to just a cut-off tank, leaving all the binding sigils that ran up and down his arms and across his collarbones and shoulders on display. Honestly, combined with the muscles, it made me want to punch him. 

But still, after a while, my eyes were drawn back up to the antlers. While not as wide and impressive as the last time I saw them, they still seemed to make him seem taller and bigger than he already was. 

“My eyes are down here.”

His words snapped me out of my reverie before he flipped down onto the couch beside me. “What're we watching?” he asked. When I looked down into his eyes, with his face drawn up into a smirk, I was almost taken aback when I noticed the smattering of freckles under them. The Lost Boy Who Would Become King.

“Does it hurt?” I blurted out.

“Does what hurt?” Noah asked. 

“The antlers… when they grow out. Do they hurt?” I clarified, curiosity getting the better of me. 

He blinked. “N-no?” he replied awkwardly, like no one had bothered to ask that question of him before. “Mostly they’re just sensitive until they reach their full point. Kinda itchy, too.” His thigh bumped against mine. 

“Has anyone touched them?” I asked. 

“No, usually people are too busy screaming ‘Ah, don’t kill me’ if I get—“ I cut him off with a backhand to the chest. “What? It's true!”

“I meant like Nick and the others,” I huffed, leaning back. 

“Nah, they're not stupid enough to–” Noah said, but then stopped dead when I pressed my thumb against one of the points.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt—“ I stammered, pulling my hand away until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to pin me to where I was sitting. 

“No, you’re fine, it's just…” Noah swallowed thickly, “I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”

“Like wha…?” I trailed off as I realized what he meant. Oh.

My hand, which was still hovering near his head, fell back down to his antlers. Curiosity getting the better of me, I traced a light line from where they met his skull up to one of the first points. He shuddered under my touch, a small moan slipping out.

“Stop that,” he gritted out.

“Stop what?” I asked. I meant for it to be an honest question, but I didn't think he took it to be like that. Especially when his hand shot up and snatched my wrist away from his head. 

“Stop teasing,” he said with a low rumble, dipping his head down to where he was eye level with me. My heart stopped when I saw how dark his eyes were. 

I felt his other hand snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. As ironic as the comparison was, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is that why you asked about them? So you could see me like this?” he asked. I was practically on his lap at this point, my knees straddling his thighs. He dipped his head lower to nuzzle his lips against my jaw.

The movement snapped me out of my paralysis, and I finally found my voice. “Aww, is Bambi sensitive?” I cooed, reaching my free hand up to run a finger up his antlers again. He shuddered against me, breath panting and ragged, and I froze up again when I felt his dick begin to harden underneath my core.

“I said watch it,“ he growled, grabbing that hand as well. “Do you like being a tease? Touching me like that?” He pushed me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the armrest above my head. He easily was able to hold both of them with one hand, those long fingers wrapping around them as he freed a hand to roughly grab my jaw. “Touch me again, and I’ll build you up to just leave you here wet and needy.”

My eyes widened a little bit as I took in what he said. “No—“ He cut me off with a small squeeze. The little puffs of breath he let out ghosted over my ear, making me shudder in his hands. When he finally let go of my jaw, it was to only run it over the hollow of my throat and stop. He leaned down, his lips leaving light but wet kisses along my neck.

A soft whimper escaped my throat, and my legs squirmed under his. He chuckled, my only warning before he bit down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp left me, which turned into a moan when his teeth retracted to let his tongue sweep over the mark. 

“I want everyone to know what’s mine, little rabbit,” he whispered. “I want them to know that you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”

The possessive tone he used slightly pissed me off, but as he alternated between biting and soothing at my tender skin, I could barely care. That's when I realized that despite my fogged-up brain, my mouth was close to the base of his antlers. So, between keening, I let out a breathy moan that I knew would hit them.

His reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan against my wet skin, hips involuntarily shunting forward against mine. The straining in his jeans pressed against my covered core, earning a sharp inhale from me.  I didn't know how dizzier I could get. 

Noah pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Taylor, if you want–”

“Noah, I want you, monster or not,” I panted. 

For once, Noah was stunned into silence. He hovered over me, jaw slightly dropped as he took in my words. He then brought his lips down to lock with mine in a messy, heated kiss.

There was no gentleness in this kiss, and I didn't expect any. This was a man starved. He finally let go of my wrists and trailed his hands down my chest, my waist, to my hips, then trailed them back up, under my shirt this time. 

His thumbs ran small, feather-light circles around my nipples. “No bra?” he asked, smirking against my lips.

“Never wear one,” I admitted.

“Good,” he commanded. “I wanna look at you.” He pulled away to give me space.

Somehow, I knew what he was talking about through the sex-addled white noise, and I lifted my shirt up and over my head. I flushed under his gaze that slowly raked over my body.

“I could absolutely devour you,” he admitted, leaning back down, lower this time. He ran his tongue up my sternum, up the small slope of one breast, and closed his mouth around my nipple. I keened and squirmed as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard peak, feeling helpless as he teased the other between his thumb and fingers.

Eventually, after both tits were given enough attention, he pulled off with a soft pop, biting into what flesh there was. He left little nips as he trailed down my tummy until he finally reached the waistband of my jeans. 

“N-Noah…” I whimpered, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah…?” His eyes flicked up to mine as I gazed down my body at him.

“Please… not here,” I pleaded.

He blinked, his dark brown eyes darkening further. “You don't want me to fuck you on the couch?” he asked.

“P-please n-no.”

Suddenly, with supernatural strength, he hitched my waist over his shoulder, pulling up and taking me with him. I let out a small yelp of surprise, but soon he was taking me back to my bedroom. My world was just an upside- down view of the back of his top and ass. If I could just manage to get my arm up, I could just–

Before I could smack anything, he roughly tossed me onto the bed. He crawled up between my legs, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fast motion. With a groan, and without tearing his gaze from between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garments somewhere on the floor. “Fucking hell, you've been dripping this whole time, haven't you?” he asked, leaning down.

“Noah–”

“Are you okay with this?” Noah asked. I stared at him in surprise, and he rolled his eyes. “I might be a monster, but I'm not that kind of a monster.”

“Fuck, of course Noah. Just fucking–” My tirade was cut off as he dove down like it was his last meal. My hips lifted off the bed in surprise, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling them down against him.  

I couldn't think of anything past the feeling of his tongue flicking over and around my clit, spearing into me and then flattening as he licked long stripes up and down my arousal. All I could do was grab the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his long tresses as I tried to keep myself grounded.

“Oh, God, No… ah–” was all I could manage to get out as I shook like someone possessed. His fingers dug into my thighs, the pain of his nails pressing in only adding to the pleasure. It felt like the more I reacted to him like this, the harder he worked to make me feel good. 

I looked down at him to see that he was already intently staring at me. Somehow, his dark eyes seemed to be bright when they met mine. I felt him smirk against my lower lips, and then I heard, 

YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD. 

Speaking into my head, hearing that praise, sent a bolt of pleasure through me that had me arching, releasing onto his tongue as I swore up to the ceiling. He lapped it up, not relaxing his movements one bit, and the overstimulation carried me into my second orgasm, my scream tearing through my throat. 

THERE IT IS. THAT’S IT, GIVE IT TO ME.

He slowed down, kitten-licking me through my aftershocks, and then finally pulled away, settling me back down onto my bed. “You good?” He asked, like he didn't just completely shatter me. 

Through ragged breaths that hurt my throat and my swimming vision, I nodded. Dear God, that was–

“He's not here, and by the end of tonight, I'll have you screaming my name like you worship me.” His growl sent ripples throughout my body. Noah crawled up on top of me, caging my face between his hands, and kissed me roughly. I could smell and taste myself on his lips. 

“Noah, please, I need you,” I managed to say between fervent kisses. 

“Say my name then,” he demanded. 

“Noah.”

“Louder.”

“Noah–”

“Plead louder for me.”

“Please, oh god, Noah.”

When I opened my eyes again, it was to see him shove his jeans off, but what made me gasp was the sight of his antlers, now the crown of bone that I remembered. With his hair wild and tangled from my fingers, and the tattoos spread all across his now naked body, he truly looked like the forest god he was. 

He perched over me, leaning down to kiss me hard enough to stoke the fire in my belly again, and trailed fingers up and down my still-slick center. He slowly pushed two of them into my hole, alternating between curling, scissoring, and pulling them out before repeating the cycle. I was a moaning, whimpering mess that could barely talk when I realized that he was lining himself up. 

“N-Noah, f-fuck… please,” I near sobbed. 

“Shhh, I've got you,” he said quietly, gently brushing some damp hairs off my forehead. He then slowly, tortuously, pushed in, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. 

“Ohh god, Noah, a-ah!” I said. “'s n-not gonna f-fit.”

“Yes it will,” he rasped. I was so glad that he, too, was having a rough time handling me like I was handling him. “I know you can do it.” He then pulled my legs up and hitched them around his waist, nearly folding me in half. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally bottomed out, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans to something primal.

“There we go, good job. I told you you could do it,” he muttered, kissing the bridge of my nose. The feeling of me clenching on his cock had him groan, a sound that seemed like it came from somewhere deep inside him. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Noah.”

His pace was steady at first, torturously slow. I rolled my hips to meet his, and his hands flew down to them to encourage the movement. “Go on… Take what you need,” he said, voice hitching at the end. I reached up to wrap my arms around his wide back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath my hands. His forehead dropped to mine, and our lips brushed together in unison.

FUCK, IT’S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME,

he said, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, tilting my face so our lips could finally press against each others,

MY LITTLE RABBIT.

Noah, I’m gonna - I’m gonna…  I was desperately close, and his pace just kept getting hastier. I knew I was about to topple over the edge, and Noah was going to push me over with no remorse.

LET GO,

he said,

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his big doe eyes focused on me. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I screamed his name as my head rolled back against my pillow. I swore I nearly blacked out, or at least the edges of my vision turned black, as my vision blurred. I felt my sweat-slick skin press against his as my back arched completely off the bed.

Noah chased his own release a little bit later, thrusting into me while growling something that might’ve been words in the other tongue or just gibberish. Soon after, his hips stilled, and his body sagged onto me, the weight and warmth being welcome.

We lied there, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I found myself gently scratching at his scalp. My fingers gently brushed against the base of his antlers, and I stilled.

“You’re fine, I can’t feel anything when they’re fully grown,” Noah muttered against the skin of my neck.

“You know that, but not when they’re forming?” I asked.

“Like I said earlier, it never came up.” He chuckled airily. 

We stayed like that for a while, his body like an anxiety blanket, until my body decided I needed to get up. Noah thought otherwise as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and pulled me back against him every time I tried to leave the bed.

“Lemme up, I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower.”

“Only if I get to join you,” he said with a sly grin.

“Those things aren’t gonna fit in the shower,” I said with a momentary glance up at the antlers.

“Oh, I’ll make them fit.”

“…Gross.”

[mysticdoodlez]

interlude: MADE BREATH and SKIN

Watcher Noah Sebastian x oc (Taylor)

Word Count: 2.7k+

A/n: so up to around chapter six, I was up in the air over whether Taylor would a) start a relationship, and b) go with Nick or Noah. The interlude was bare bones until Taylor made up their mind, but I always had in my drafts a version where they went with Noah. Some talks on the discord happened and I just went "fuck it we ball" and I expanded the draft to a full-blown one-shot. Also: I KNOW ANTLERS AREN'T SENSITIVE LIKE THAT, BUT HE'S A DEER GOD. THE RULES DON'T APPLY TO HIM.

In other news, I tried to write without limitations like last time, cuz non-binary folk who are okay with their body parts and being called "good AGAB" exist out there too, people! So, if mentions of female body parts or female terminology shuts you down, then this won't be for you.

Cw: language, supernatural themes, sexy stuff: oral (oc receiving), slight monster fucking (monster, demi-deity, whatev), pet play if you squint, unwrapped p in v (be safe, kiddos), telepathic dirty-talk

“I don't need to be babysat. Like they're gonna try to break into my house and kidnap me,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Well, too bad. Like I have anything better to do than babysit you,” Noah said, shedding his leather jacket he had over his hoodie. I could hear the playful undertone in his voice, thankfully. And to be honest, I was kind of glad he was here.

“Need help?” I commented as he pulled his hoodie up.

“Nope,” he said, lifting it up above his head. I mainly watched just to see how he could manage to get it over the antlers that were sprouting from the sides of his head, but I would be lying if I said I didn't sneak a peek at the part of his stomach as his shirt rode up. “Jeez, do you have to keep this place like a sauna in here?”

“It's not even seventy degrees in here,” I said, trying to avoid staring too long after he managed to get the hoodie off, but I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was actually that… big under all that clothing. He was now down to just a cut-off tank, leaving all the binding sigils that ran up and down his arms and across his collarbones and shoulders on display. Honestly, combined with the muscles, it made me want to punch him.

But still, after a while, my eyes were drawn back up to the antlers. While not as wide and impressive as the last time I saw them, they still seemed to make him seem taller and bigger than he already was.

“My eyes are down here.”

His words snapped me out of my reverie before he flipped down onto the couch beside me. “What're we watching?” he asked. When I looked down into his eyes, with his face drawn up into a smirk, I was almost taken aback when I noticed the smattering of freckles under them. The Lost Boy Who Would Become King.

“Does it hurt?” I blurted out.

“Does what hurt?” Noah asked.

“The antlers… when they grow out. Do they hurt?” I clarified, curiosity getting the better of me.

He blinked. “N-no?” he replied awkwardly, like no one had bothered to ask that question of him before. “Mostly they’re just sensitive until they reach their full point. Kinda itchy, too.” His thigh bumped against mine.

“Has anyone touched them?” I asked.

“No, usually people are too busy screaming ‘Ah, don’t kill me’ if I get—“ I cut him off with a backhand to the chest. “What? It's true!”

“I meant like Nick and the others,” I huffed, leaning back.

“Nah, they're not stupid enough to–” Noah said, but then stopped dead when I pressed my thumb against one of the points.

“Shit, I’m sorry, did I hurt—“ I stammered, pulling my hand away until I noticed his eyes. They seemed to pin me to where I was sitting.

“No, you’re fine, it's just…” Noah swallowed thickly, “I didn’t expect it to feel like… that.”

“Like wha…?” I trailed off as I realized what he meant. Oh.

My hand, which was still hovering near his head, fell back down to his antlers. Curiosity getting the better of me, I traced a light line from where they met his skull up to one of the first points. He shuddered under my touch, a small moan slipping out.

“Stop that,” he gritted out.

“Stop what?” I asked. I meant for it to be an honest question, but I didn't think he took it to be like that. Especially when his hand shot up and snatched my wrist away from his head.

“Stop teasing,” he said with a low rumble, dipping his head down to where he was eye level with me. My heart stopped when I saw how dark his eyes were.

I felt his other hand snake around my waist, pulling me closer to him. As ironic as the comparison was, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights. “Is that why you asked about them? So you could see me like this?” he asked. I was practically on his lap at this point, my knees straddling his thighs. He dipped his head lower to nuzzle his lips against my jaw.

The movement snapped me out of my paralysis, and I finally found my voice. “Aww, is Bambi sensitive?” I cooed, reaching my free hand up to run a finger up his antlers again. He shuddered against me, breath panting and ragged, and I froze up again when I felt his dick begin to harden underneath my core.

“I said watch it,“ he growled, grabbing that hand as well. “Do you like being a tease? Touching me like that?” He pushed me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the armrest above my head. He easily was able to hold both of them with one hand, those long fingers wrapping around them as he freed a hand to roughly grab my jaw. “Touch me again, and I’ll build you up to just leave you here wet and needy.”

My eyes widened a little bit as I took in what he said. “No—“ He cut me off with a small squeeze. The little puffs of breath he let out ghosted over my ear, making me shudder in his hands. When he finally let go of my jaw, it was to only run it over the hollow of my throat and stop. He leaned down, his lips leaving light but wet kisses along my neck.

A soft whimper escaped my throat, and my legs squirmed under his. He chuckled, my only warning before he bit down on the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder. A sharp gasp left me, which turned into a moan when his teeth retracted to let his tongue sweep over the mark.

“I want everyone to know what’s mine, little rabbit,” he whispered. “I want them to know that you belong to the Watcher of the Woods.”

The possessive tone he used slightly pissed me off, but as he alternated between biting and soothing at my tender skin, I could barely care. That's when I realized, despite my fogged-up brain, my mouth was close to the base of his antlers. So between keening, I let out a breathy moan that I knew would hit them.

His reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan against my wet skin, hips involuntarily shunting forward against mine. The straining in his jeans pressed against my covered core, earning a sharp inhale from me. I didn't know how dizzier I could get.

Noah pulled away to look me in the eyes. “Seriously, Taylor, if you want–”

“Noah, I want you, monster or not,” I panted.

For once, Noah was stunned into silence. He hovered over me, jaw slightly dropped as he took in my words. He then brought his lips down to lock with mine in a messy, heated kiss.

There was no gentleness in this kiss, and I didn't expect any. This was a man starved. He finally let go of my wrists and trailed his hands down my chest, my waist, to my hips, then trailed them back up, under my shirt this time.

His thumbs ran small, feather-light circles around my nipples. “No bra?” he asked, smirking against my lips.

“Never wear one,” I admitted.

“Good. Off,” he commanded. “I wanna look at you.” He pulled away to give me space.

Somehow I knew what he was talking about through the sex-addled white noise, and I lifted my shirt up and over my head. I flushed under his gaze that slowly raked over my body.

“I could absolutely devour you,” he admitted, leaning back down, lower this time. He ran his tongue up my sternum, up the small slope of one breast, and closed his mouth around my nipple. I keened and squirmed as he flicked the tip of his tongue over the hard peak, feeling helpless as he teased the other between his thumb and fingers.

Eventually, after both tits were given enough attention, he pulled off with a soft pop, biting into what flesh there was. He left little nips as he trailed down my tummy until he finally reached the waistband of my jeans.

“N-Noah…” I whimpered, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah…?” His eyes flicked up to mine as I gazed down my body at him.

“Please… not here,” I pleaded.

He blinked, his dark brown eyes darkening further. “You don't want me to fuck you on the couch?” he asked.

“P-please n-no.”

Suddenly, with supernatural strength, he hitched my waist over his shoulder, pulling up and taking me with him. I let out a small yelp of surprise, but soon he was taking me back to my bedroom. My world was just an upside- down view of the back of his top and ass. If I could just manage to get my arm up, I could just–

Before I could smack anything, he roughly tossed me onto the bed. He crawled up between my legs, undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he pulled my jeans and underwear down in one fast motion. With a groan, and without tearing his gaze from between my legs, he carelessly tossed the garments somewhere on the floor. “Fucking hell, you've been wet this whole time, haven't you?” he asked, leaning down.

“Noah–”

“Are you okay with this?” Noah asked. I stared at him in surprise, and he rolled his eyes. “I might be a monster, but I'm not that kind of a monster.”

“Fuck, of course Noah. Just fucking–” My tirade was cut off as he dove down like it was his last meal. My hips lifted off the bed in surprise, and he lifted my legs over his shoulders, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling them down against him.

I couldn't think of anything past the feeling of his tongue flicking over and around my clit, spearing into my pussy and then flattening as he licked long stripes up and down my slit. All I could do was grab the top of his head, tangling my fingers in his long tresses as I tried to keep myself grounded.

“Oh, God, No… ah–” was all I could manage to get out as I shook like someone possessed. His fingers dug into my thighs, the pain of his nails pressing in only adding to the pleasure. It felt like the more I reacted to him like this, the harder he worked to make me feel good.

I looked down at him to see that he was already intently staring at me. Somehow his dark eyes seemed to be bright when they met mine. I felt him smirk against my lower lips and then I heard,

YOU TASTE SO FUCKING GOOD.

Speaking into my head, hearing that praise, sent a bolt of pleasure through me that had me arching, releasing onto his tongue as I swore up to the ceiling. He lapped it up, not relaxing his movements one bit, and the overstimulation carried me into my second orgasm, my scream tearing through my throat.

THERE IT IS. THAT’S IT, GIVE IT TO ME.

He slowed down, kitten-licking me through my aftershocks, and then finally pulled away, settling me back down onto my bed. “You good?” He asked, like he didn't just completely shatter me.

Through ragged breaths that hurt my throat and my swimming vision, I nodded. Dear God, that was–

“He's not here, and by the end of tonight, I'll have you screaming my name like you worship me.” His growl sent ripples throughout my body. Noah crawled up on top of me, caging my face between his hands, and kissed me roughly. I could smell and taste myself on his lips.

“Noah, please I need you,” I managed to say between fervent kisses.

“Say my name,” he demanded.

“Noah.”

“Louder.”

“Noah–”

“Pray for me.”

“Please, Noah.”

When I opened my eyes, it was him shoving his jeans off, but what made me gasp was the sight of his antlers, now the crown of bone that I remembered. With his hair wild and tangled from my fingers, and the tattoos spread all across his now naked body, he truly looked like the forest god he was.

He perched over me, leaning down to kiss me hard enough to stoke the fire in my belly again, and trailed two fingers up and down my still-slick folds. He slowly pushed them into my hole, alternating between curling, scissoring, and pulling them out before repeating the cycle. I was a moaning, whimpering mess that could barely talk when I realized that he was lining himself up.

“N-Noah, f-fuck… please,” I near sobbed.

“Shhh, I've got you,” he said quietly, gently brushing some damp hairs off my forehead. He then slowly, tortuously, pushed in, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Ohh god, Noah, a-ah!” I said. “'s n-not gonna f-fit.”

“Yes it will,” he rasped. I was so glad that he too was having a rough time handling me like I was handling him. “I know you can do it.” He then pulled my legs up and hitched them around his waist, nearly folding me in half. With a few more shallow thrusts, he finally bottomed out, hitting a spot in me that turned my moans to something primal.

“There we go, good job. I told you you could do it,” he muttered, kissing the bridge of my nose. The feeling of me clenching on his cock had him groan, a sound that seemed like it came from somewhere deep inside him. “You ready?”

“Y-yes, Noah.”

His pace was steady at first, torturously slow. I rolled my hips to meet his, and his hands flew down to them to encourage the movement. “Go on… Take what you need,” he said, voice hitching at the end. I reached up to wrap my arms around his wide back, feeling the muscles flexing underneath my hands. His forehead dropped to mine and our lips brushed together in unison.

FUCK, IT’S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME,

he said, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, tilting my face so our lips could finally press against each others,

MY LITTLE RABBIT.

Noah, I’m gonna - I’m gonna… I was desperately close, and his pace just kept getting hastier. I knew I was about to topple over the edge, and Noah was going to push me over with no remorse.

LET GO,

he said,

I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his big doe eyes focused on me. I couldn’t hold it anymore, and I screamed his name as my head rolled back against my pillow. I swore I nearly blacked out, or at least the edges of my vision turned black, as my vision blurred. I felt my sweat-slick skin press against his as my back arched completely off the bed.

Noah chased his own release a little bit later, thrusting into me while growling something that might’ve been words in the other tongue, or just gibberish. Soon after, his hips stilled, and his body sagged onto me, the weight and warmth being welcome.

We lied there, chests heaving as we tried to catch our breath, and I found myself gently scratching at his scalp. My fingers gently brushed against the base of his antlers, and I stilled.

“You’re fine, I can’t feel anything when they’re fully grown,” Noah muttered against the skin of my neck.

“You know that, but not when they’re forming?” I asked.

“Like I said earlier, it never came up.” He chuckled airily.

We stayed like that for a while, his body like an anxiety blanket, until my body decided I needed to get up. Noah thought otherwise, as he wrapped his arms around my midsection and pulled me back against him every time I tried to leave the bed.

“Lemme up, I have to go to the bathroom and take a shower.”

“Only if I get to join you,” he said with a sly grin.

“Those things aren’t gonna fit in the shower,” I said with a momentary glance up at the antlers.

“Oh, I’ll make them fit.”

“…Gross.”

[tinyfishtits]

Heat Wave

Micah Bell / Female Reader

Summary: A heat wave rolls through Rhodes and the reader decides to shave their head, much to Micahs surprise. Word Count: 2,222 Rating: Teen and Up ~ for foul language Author's Note: For all my bald and buzzed girlies out there, this fluffs for you! A pretty gn fic, though a more fem reader makes sense for the reaction their buzz gets.

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“I think I’m dying.” I whined as Micah finally emerged from the general store. He leaned against an adjacent pillar, slowly looking me over as he stuffed his change into his pocket. 

“You look it.” He said, so matter of factly I could have slapped him if the thought of moving wasn't so abhorrent. The smug bastard must have walked straight out of the pits of hell to be so wholly unbothered by the heat. 

“Go… Fuck yourself.” I didn’t have the energy to go off on him like I really wanted. He had dragged me around the bayou all morning on some bogus treasure hunt that led to nothing but us trotting around in the sun for hours. And then the second we got back to camp Dutch just had to insist that he and I make a run into town for supplies. I could throttle them both. 

“How can you even stand it?” I lifted a hand, lazily gesturing to the leather jacket he wore. “I swear… You’re inhumane.” His lips twitched with a smirk.

“Here.” He flicked a few nickels into my lap. “Go get something to drink doll, I got one more thing to do.” I groaned, and he was off with no more than a chuckle. Building towns in the middle of this hellscape was a sick kind of torture. I never imagined I’d yearn for our time back in Colter, but getting stuck in a blizzard would be a godsend right about now. 

Every inch of my body was coated in sweat, my clothes sticking to me like I’d just crawled out of the swamp. I swear my feet even sloshed in my shoes as I finally got up and started walking across town to the saloon. I’d never felt so disgusting in my life. 

The worst of it though, by far, was my god damn hair. I could feel every fucking strand clinging to my skin, scratching my neck, getting stuck in my eyes and mouth… I wanted to rip it off my scalp. I wish I’d taken Mary Beth up on her offer to braid it this morning, if only so that it was out of my face. I’d never been one to put much effort into my hair or appearance, especially when compared to the other girls in camp.

“You look like ya could use a drink.” The bartender announced as I trudged into the saloon, face beet red and body drenched. What I really needed was a wash. “Y'all got a bath here?” I asked. The bartender just jerked his chin toward the door behind him and went on polishing the glasses. I didn’t take two steps before I saw it, a barber. 

“How much for a cut?” I demanded of the greying man that was half asleep in the barbers chair, a newspaper strewn out on his chest. “Wha- What? You want a… a haircut?” He slurred as he jumped out of the chair and looked me over, his expression less than amused. 

“Well you’re a barber aintchya?” The man just gawked at me. “How much?” I repeated, pulling the change out of my pockets and setting it on his work table. “I- Uh… Well-” He stuttered, obviously torn between the money and whatever misogynistic mindset kept him from seeing me as a worthy customer. 

“These your shears?” I asked, taking the cool metal clippers in my hand. His eyes widened as if I’d just picked up a gun. I rolled my eyes at him, Fragile fucking asshole, I murmured to myself as I brought the shears to my scalp and without a second thought, began cutting. 

My attempt at a shaved head was choppy at best, but boy… the relief! It was instantaneous. Every lock of hair that fell to the ground felt as if I was shedding layer after layer of clothes I didn’t even realize had been suffocating me until they were gone. By the time I was done I felt… Well, normal. I’d expected to feel weird at best, especially if the barber's horrified expression was anything to go off of. But I felt like me, just cooler and lighter and free . 

Knowing Micah, I had plenty of time to kill. So I indulged in a cool bath and even played some blackjack as I waited for him to finish whatever business he was up to. I’d turned two nickels into a few bucks by the time he sauntered into the saloon close to dusk. 

“Lookin’ for someone?” The bartender asked as Micah leaned against the bar, scanning the place for me. I watched from the balcony as he looked the room over, his eyes sweeping right over me without a second glance. He grunted, motioning for a beer. “A lady.” He answered, finally. “Ain't we all.” The barkeep replied with a laugh. 

“Micah.” I called as I made my way down the stairs. He locked eyes with me for a moment as he downed his beer and I saw the second the realization dawned on him. He almost choked, doubling over the bar as he violently coughed up his last swig of beer. 

“Holy-” He sputtered out between coughs, slamming his hand on the bar as he regained his composure.“Shit!” His eyes were wild the next time they met mine, scanning over my freshly shaved scalp in utter disbelief. “What the hell did you do?” Not feeling the need to state the obvious, I just smiled back at him as I joined him at the bar, rubbing a hand over my stubbly head. It was quickly becoming my favorite feeling. 

“I- I thought you was a man.” He said, eyes still fixed on my hair. “And I thought you were a lady…” I retorted, pulling on a strand of his long blonde hair. “Damn shame… Woulda made a sweet couple, you and I.” I teased, but he didn’t join in. “Oh come on, Micah. Big rough outlaw like you seen crazier things than a bald lady.” He just shook his head and ran a palm over his face. 

“I got you to thank, anyway.” I said and his eyes practically bulged out his head. “Probably wouldn’t have gone through with it if I wasn’t so damn hot and exhausted from our trek this morning.” He groaned. “Please… Don’t tell Dutch that. They’ll have my hide if they think I was behind…” He waved a hand at my head, “ this.” 

Silence dragged on between us, the bartender casting the occasional curious sidelong glance in our direction. “...Wanna touch it?” I asked, trying to keep things playful and light hearted. Micah in anything other than a cocky, sleazy, flirty mood always made me feel on edge, it wasn’t natural. So I fluttered my lashes at him for good measure.

“No.” He said gruffly. The pout I put on in response was only a smidge theatrical. He avoided looking at me, instead ordering another beer and thumbing through the newspaper he’d bought. I sighed, preparing myself for a long night of Micah getting piss drunk, at least maybe after a few drinks he’d be in a better mood. 

I debated ditching him and riding back to camp myself, but I didn’t want to face the gang just yet. I’d had time enough to prepare myself for Micah’s reaction, but I wasn’t ready for the barrage of questions from the girls and teasing remarks from others just yet. I felt… good. Better than I had in a long time. I didn’t want that soured so soon. 

A well dressed man at the piano began to play then, a jazzy, upbeat tune that brought the smile back to my face. The place was finally starting to liven up. Groups of men coming off work flooded in, the saloon’s working ladies quickly swarming around, bombarding them with promises of a good time. 

None of the men paid me any mind. Occasionally they’d do a double take in my direction, look me up and down with contempt clear on their face before seeking out the more feminine looking ladies. I was more than fine with this. Who knew all I had to do to avoid the unwanted advances from men my whole life was cut my hair off. Simple minded fools, I mumbled into my whiskey as I watched the couple dancing in the middle of the room.

Downing the last of my drink I jumped from my seat and started swaying to the music, letting the alcohol loosen my limbs and the music move them. Without a partner I mostly just twirled around, rolling my hips and shuffling my feet like I'd seen those belly dancers at the fair do. Though I was sure my interpretation was… underwhelming at best. 

Lost in music and whiskey, I didn’t notice until the fourth song that I was the only one left dancing. Most of the patrons ignored me, having moved on to gambling and securing someone to warm their bed for the night. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that a pair of eyes watched me. Still twirling, I scanned the bar's inhabitants for any prying eyes and found a familiar silvery blue pair watching me under the large, white brim of a hat. Micah sat facing me, his elbows perched on the bar, beer and newspaper forgotten. His attention solely on me as I danced, seemingly just for him. 

My movements stuttered a bit under his gaze and I started toward him, intent on asking him to dance when his head jerked up and he reached out to grab me by the arm. “Let's go.” He said curtly, not bothering to meet my confused stare before he pulled me with him toward the back door. A quick glance back at the bar was all I needed to understand, Lemoyne fucking raiders. 

We went on in silence down the dirt road, our horses a good ten minute walk away on the other side of town. The evening breeze blew over me and I jolted back, overcome with a full-body shiver. I could feel the wind in every single hair on my head. I’d never felt anything like it. Though he didn’t say anything, Micah kept turning to stare at me every few steps. His brows furrowed and lips pursed.

“Why do you keep lookin’ at me like that?” I finally asked and he stopped walking, his attention fully on me as I whirled around to meet his gaze. His eyes dragged slowly over my body, starting and stopping at my hair. I folded my arms on my chest, waiting for whatever bullshit he was about to spew at me. 

He took a step closer, his steely blue eyes locked on mine. “You’re bein’ so serious” I said, stifling the impulse to retreat a step as he closed the distance between us, “It’s… unnerving.” I finished and he huffed a breathy laugh, a crooked smile creeping at the corner of his lips. 

The music from the saloon spilled out onto the path we walked and in an attempt to lighten the mood, I reached for his hands. He pulled away, seemingly on instinct, then cautiously relented his hands to me. I took them and began to sway them back and forth, as if coaxing a stubborn child to dance. A big, stupid smile grew on my face as the grumpy outlaw gave in and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me in closer and leading me in a proper dance. 

It was surprisingly… tender , the dance. Slow and intimate. Micah's strong, calloused hands didn’t restrain or force me, he just held me. I was fighting the urge to lay my head on his shoulder the whole time, all too aware of how close we were already. One hand occupied in his, I trailed the other up his arm, firm and muscled. I ran my fingers idly through his hair - the sensation already growing foreign to me - and he let out the softest moan. As if trying to conceal it he began to hum along with the music, his movements never faltering as he slowly twirled us around in the dirt. 

He was a rather good dancer, strong and confident in his steps. And for how grumpy he’d been at the saloon, dancing seemed to lighten his mood significantly. “You look… good.” He said suddenly and I stumbled, stepping on his foot. Pulling me back against him he continued, “Happy.” A bit shocked by his genuine compliment, I just repeated, “I look happy? ” He cleared his throat and hummed a response “Mmhm…” 

“So you’re not gonna start callin’ me sir or boy or nothin’?” I asked and his brows raised, “Tempting… But you already got a pet name, doll. ” I rolled my eyes, “I think I might prefer boy.” He laughed and this time, so did I. 

“Ready to head back?” He asked, our dancing slowing to a gentle sway. I hummed, wrapping my arms around his neck and resting my head on his shoulder in reply. Trailing a hand up to my scalp, he began to caress the short hair there. “So soft.” He murmured, and I just giggled into his shoulder. The feeling of his hand rubbing over my scalp was so heavenly, if I was a cat, I would have purred.

[thatmonsterfuckerguy]

F!Pixie X FTM!Reader

Warnings: Oral from both ends, your holes are untouched, she rides your t-dick, she spies on you masturbating and you catch her before you both fuck, she follows you home from the forest

You were in the forest during the day, just on a walk. Once you got your fresh breath of air, you just went home. Little did you know though, you didn't return alone. While you were in the woods, you caught the attention of a little pixie lady. She was gathering some nuts and herbs for her meal tonight. Although, when she saw you, her plans changed. Something about you was really attractive and enchanting to her. She quickly dropped off her things and rushed back to follow you. She managed to get quite close without you noticing. She gave in to her impulse and touched your hair. You turned your head at the feeling to see what was touching you, but she hid herself behind your back before you could spot her. You shrugged it off and kept walking.

Once home, she watched you go about the rest of your day until nightfall. After your day, you decided you wanted to take some edge off and treat yourself by masturbating. She watched you curiously and in awe. She was pleasantly surprised to see you had genitalia that resembled hers, and that you had a t-dick just big enough for her. She began to touch herself at the thought of riding you. Unfortunately, pixies glow and make twinkling sounds as their wings shed pixie dust when they're in heat. So in other words, you noticed a glow and twinkling sound coming from your closet. You stopped mid masturbation with a furrowed brow wondering what the Hell you could possibly have in there that does that. She was too caught up in her fantasy, her eyes closed so she could picture it better. She didn't notice you get up and make your way over to her hiding spot. She gasped at the light shining in on her and the sound of you gasping back. She was a small, pudgy lady. Her skin had a pink hue and she had adorable little pointed ears. She seemed to have flower petals for hair. Her eyes were big and beautiful, with a lovely purple colour. The little clothes she had on were made of leaves. She had transparent little bug-like wings with a pink tint. Thankfully, despite pixies usually looking very youthful, you could tell she was of age. She was rather curvy and busty, with beautiful love handles and some stretch marks. Her face, although youthful and cute, was clearly that of a woman, not a girl. She was adorable.

"What the-!? How-!? Wha-!?" You stammered.

"Sorry!" She blushed. You inhaled.

"Ok, there's a lot to unpack here. First of all, what are you? Second, how did you get in my house? Third, were you watching me?" You asked. She looked away, shy. She covered herself and dressed up enough to cover herself quickly.

"Hi, I'm WaterLily, and I'm what you humans call a pixie. I got in your house by hiding in your pocket as you came in the door from your walk..." She explained. You raised your eyebrow in anticipation. She looked away, blushing. "...And yes... I was watching you..." She answered. She looked up at you 'innocently'. "You're a very handsome man- at least, I think you're a man? Either way, you're very pretty..." She let out, fidgeting with her clothes and shifting on her bare feet. You felt a blush creep onto your face.

"I am a man, I just, look different than what most men look like... and thank you... Y-you're pretty cute too... I'm y/n by the way." You answered. She smiled cheekily as she twisted her heel with her arms behind her back. She was certainly very coquette.

"Nice to meet you, y/n..." She smiled. She began slowly pacing in a circle. "You know, that... nub of yours... I think it's just the right size for a little lady like me, if you catch my meaning." She winked at you. "Would you like to give a gal a ride?" She asked cheekily, bending forward towards you while biting her lower lip. You blushed at the thought. "What do you say?" She asked seductively.

"I never did get to finish... Yeah, we can do it." You confirmed. She giddily smiled and did a little step dance on the spot as she lightly waved her hands. Goddamn she was adorable. She gave you a little strip tease as she took off her short, leafy dress and tiny stem thong. You stretched out your hand for her to hop on to so you could take her to your bed. You gently set her down next to you so you could take off your pants and boxers again. You pulled your skin up a bit to further expose your t-dick to her. She looked at it hungrily. She crawled up your thigh seductively and placed herself right above your t-dick. You felt her drip onto you before she even sat down. She gently eased herself onto you with a moan.

"Ah! Fuck, you're big!" She moaned as she bit her lip. She began to grind on you and ride you. She sent shivers of extacy up your spine. She was so tight. You were a bit worried.

"I'm not... too big... right?" You panted as she kept riding you.

"N-no... j-just... right...!" She moaned. The sight of her tits bouncing and the extacy on her face as she bounced on you were incredible. Her eyes rolled back as she couldn't help her loud moans. She suddenly stopped to catch her breath.

"Can I have a turn?" You asked. She perked up.

"Yes! Please!" She panted. You carefully pinched her little, but wide hips to hold her still and began using her as a fleshlight. She moaned loudly as you bounced her up and down. She moved a bit to stimulate her clit as you fucked her. Her moans became louder and more passionate. You could swear you saw tears in her eyes. The sight of her made you throb intensely as an orgasm built up in you. You could see the stars in her eyes as you throbbed inside her. She was glowing brighter and shedding pixie dust more than before. You both held each other and cried out in pure bliss together. She slowly got off your t-dick and lied down on your lower abdomen to catch her breath as you caught yours.

"Gods, that was wonderful!" She panted. You suddenly smirked.

"If you want more, I have an idea you might like." You teased.

"Oh?" She perked up.

"Your pussy, my tongue. What do you say?" You asked. She perked up even more.

"Absolutely!" She giddily confirmed. She wasted no time flying over to your mouth. You parted your lips and stuck out your tongue for her. She gently nestled her pussy onto your tongue. She shivered with passionate moans as you slid your tongue into her hole and on her sensitive clit. You slid your tongue in and out of her, rubbing her clit back and forth in the process. You were going painfully slowly for her. She whimpered and whined for you to go faster.

"P-please... f-faster...!" She begged. You went just a little faster for her. She let out a whine of both relief and want for more. You swirled your tongue around her tiny clit then back into her hole. Once back inside, you tapped your tongue against her front wall to stimulate her g spot. She moaned loudly. You could feel waves of slick washing over your tongue as you went on. You felt her quivering on your tongue. You went back inside her again to tap on her g spot again. She let out a louder cry than before as she squirted into your mouth. She shivered as she came down from her high. You were hard as a rock again. She gently got off your tongue and caught her breath.

"When you catch your breath, I'll need your help again. You made me hard all over again." You teased. She chuckled.

"I'll give you oral this time." She smiled. She flew over to your t-dick again. She teasingly looked up at you as she licked it to start. You involuntarily let out a moan. You felt her giggle on your t-dick. The vibrations sent a tingle up your spine. She looked you right in the eyes as she began to suck you off. Her mouth was way tighter than her pussy. She gagged a bit on your girth. She sloppily slobbered all over your t-dick in the process. She took care of your base with her hands. She started off teasingly slowly.

"W-WaterLily... p-please..." You panted. She chuckled with your t-dick in her mouth. The vibrations were stronger this time. You couldn't help but moan. She quickened her pace a bit. Her tiny tongue swirled around your t-dick, driving you crazy. You bucked your hips up involuntarily. She gagged a bit.

"Easy big guy." She teased before sucking you off again. You were throbbing in her mouth. She tried to inch you deeper into her mouth. She got three tries deeper before gagging and pulling back a bit. You were a quivering mess. She suddenly quickened her pace. She then began to make her tongue swirl around your length as she sucked you off. The amount of control she had over her mouth was incredible. You felt yourself inching closer and closer to an orgasm. Your breath hitched along with your moans. She looked up at you with pure lust as she kept going. You suddenly felt yourself go over the edge. You lightly bucked your hips as you shook violently. You let out a beautiful slew of moans for her. She kept going until you fell limp onto your pillow and stopped quivering. She got off you with a pop. "After care?" She asked, smiling.

"Adter care." You nodded breathlessly. She flew over to your chest and lied on it, staring up at you. She hugged you to the best of her ability despite the size difference. You gently stroked her back and plump little ass with two fingers. You jiggled her ass a bit. It was adorable. She giggled sweetly at the action.

[the-fiction-witch]

I Want You

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept I want you-

I sat scrolling away as I often did seeing the pictures across my phone, they made my blood boil just looking at them. After a while of creeping on the pictures and videos, zooming in on every inch and every bit of information I could get from them I'd had enough stewing. Time to take action!

I got up and threw my phone in my backpack I slipped on my boots and my jacket throwing my bag over my back as I grabbed my keys and helmet. I locked up the little house and went to my darling sitting in the driver way "hello baby" I smiled giving my bike a hug before climbing on and starting him up so he could heat up as I got my helmet and gloves on making sure everything was as it should be. Once sorted I put my side stand up and backed off my driveway and began scampering around the busy London streets on my bike make sure to be quick but not speed. I'd gotten into enough trouble about that lately. I didn't need gps or signs as I knew the way like the back of my hand heading across London to the little house by the park. I sat my bike on the parking bag across from his little white house beside the small green Citroen he had been lovingly restoring currently it under its tarp but I mean… it's a pretty obvious car. I hopped off and across the road meerly jumping the wall instead of using his stupid stiff gate. Slipping off my helmet as I went, I didn't even need to knock as the door was open so I went in and kicked off my boots leaving my helmet, bag and gloves on the bottom of his stairs heading thought the living room, across the kitchen and put the back door into the garden using the stones to walk as I had taken off my boots. The little sheds door was open revealing him sat on his red stool doing some tinkering on his bench. "Thomas!" I yelled making him jump out of his skin clutching his chest in shock in his old faded triumph shirt turning to me very angrily

"Fuck! Y/n! You almost made me fucking shit myself!" He complained "when did you get here?"

"Five seconds ago"

"H-how'd you get in?"

"Your front doors unlocked"

"An unlocked door doesn't mean you can just come in y/n. You could have texted me or something atleast so I knew you where coming holy fuck-" he complained Still getting his breath back "what do you even want anyway? Other then to give me heart problems. Surely you didn't ride all the way over here for a cupcake and coffee"

"No I didn't. But How'd you know I rode here?"

"Your wearing your bike jeans and you smell like your engine"

"Fine I do want something"

"Alright" he sighed rubbing his face "what is it?"

"I want you" I told him

His eyes went wide, his eyebrows raised, his breaths stopped completely for a few seconds before returning to the pace when I made him jump, he audibly gulped. "Wha- what uhh what did you say?"

"I want you" I repeated

"Yeah I thought that's what you said." He gulped "why me, specifically?"

"I need your hands, your tools, your abilities, the knowledge only you possess. It has to be you Thomas"

He turned bring red in the cheeks before At Last he spoke up "really?"

"Really" I nodded

"Okay!" He yelped excitedly "shall we go inside or you that desperate you need me right here?"

"Here so we don't make mess?"

"Really? Ummmm you dirty girl" he Cooes

Before I could protest he undid his jeans and tugged me into his lap

"Ahhh! Thomas!"

"What? Your the one screaming about how bad you want me" he smirked trying to kiss me

"Thomas!" I complained pushing him away but remaining in his lap "I want you, to build me a bike"

"what?"

"I need you to use your skills, and tools and hands to build me a custom bike. Like you did for Jack"

".....oh" he sighed now clearly awkward and embarrassed "...well, now I feel silly" 

"You really thought I rode all the way over here to have sex with you?"

"I don't know, you might have" he shrugs

"You think your dicks pretty fantastic don't you?"

"I try to have confidence" 

"Yeah there's confidence Thomas and there's pure delusion" I laughed and then I noticed "You got prepared really quickly" 

"he saw opportunity. he got excited." 

"so will you build me a custom like you did for jack?"

"I don't know y/n its a lot of time, and money, and effort." 

"Please"

"I really can't its a lot of time, a lot of effort, and travel for you back and forth"

for a moment I rolled my eyes "Pretty please tommy" I cooed stroking down from his shoulders and his chest pouting slightly and giving his nose a kiss 

"Uuhh okay" he gave in "but your helping me every step okay you need to be involved I'm not making these decisions without you" 

"That's perfect" I smiled "Will you give me little invoices? or do I just like pay you for parts?"

"Well, paying for parts, we decide what you need and you order it to here."

"Okay what about your services?"

"Well... I am happy to be paid in favours?"

"What sort of favours?" I asked 

His answer was to simply pull me closer to him and nuzzle himself in my neck 

"Ohh? really?"

"Really."

"Fine" I smiled "You want a payment upfront?"

"Yes please" 

"Alright you go sort the bed I'll lock the door"

"Yes! I'll be waiting princess" He smiled giving my lips a kiss before he pushed me off his lap onto the floor and he bolted inside 

[designedparadigm]

   jesus  christ,  ya  talk  a  lo'.  the  thought  is  written  across  his  face,  followed  by  an  eye  roll.  he's  not  going  to  make  it  questionable  where  he  stands  -  especially  since  thompson  sure  as  shit  didn't.  yeah  -  everyone  fucking  looks  down  on  the  vampires.  creatures  that  most  of  them  didn't  even  ask  for  what  they  got.  born  like  this  or  forced  into  it.  the  ones  who  wanted  this  existence  -  he  doesn't  talk  to  or  claim.  it's  not  fun.  not  glamorous. 

   “fuckin'  believe  me  i  didn'  fuckin'  ask  t'  be  born.”  he  hisses  it  out,  ignoring  the  hand  offered,  keeping  arms  crossed  against  his  chest.  “in  fact,  i  tried  t'  be  ‘uman.  guess  wha’  fucked  tha'  up?  ‘umans.”  a  dry  humorless  chuckle  passes.  “ever  been  tortured  before?  assaulted  in  every  fuckin’  possible  way?  ya  think  we're  bad.”  a  roll  of  his  eyes.  “thrown  in  a  box  with  a  rottin'  corpse  and  expected  t'  die.  ‘ad  a  family  i  wan’ed  t'  ge'  back  to.  threw  my  ‘umani’y  away  jus'  t'  come  ‘ome  t’  ‘em  all  murdered.  by  ’umans.  ain't  ever  gonna  understand  why  we're  looked  down  on.  most  uv  us  ain't  that  fuckin'  bad.” 

   he  states  it  all  as  if  it  means  nothing  to  him.  in  a  way,  he  supposes,  it  doesn't.  not  anymore.  it  was  years  ago  now,  and  he'd  numbed  to  it.  to  the  world.  crawled  out  of  the  dirt  a  monster,  but  one  with  love  in  its  heart  for  its  family.  just  for  that  to  be  ripped  away.  who's  the  real  monster?  he  knows  the  answer.  not  that  anyone  wants  to  fucking  hear  it  though. 

   “name's  ghost.”  he  gives  the  alias  -  not  as  if  he  feels  like  he's  anywhere  close  to  simon  riley  anymore.  that  man  was  human.  he's  not.  he's  different.  shed  that  skin,  that  life.  become  something  else.  not  even  a  someone  anymore.  but  that  was  his  burden.  his  boulder  to  push  up  the  hill. 

   “fuck  you  think  took  tha'  kinda  a  chunk  ou'a  me?  this  fuckin'  place  ‘as  a  hun’er  problem.  though'  i'  was  fuckin'  safe  an'  i  could  relax  for  once.  turns  ou',  ya  jus'  can't  go  two  fuckin'  fee'  wi'ou'  one  a  them  ‘un'er’s  comin'  for  your  balls.”  ghost  scoffs.  “take  i'  they  ‘aven’  targe'ed  much  else  beyond  vampires  then.  must  be  my  lucky  fuckin'  day.  hun'ed  an'  seen  as  the  fuckin'  chari'y  case.  all  cause  i  refused  t'  drink.  stupid  -  can  never  ge'  my  ‘umani’y  back.  shoulda  been  topped  up.  stupid  t'  think  i'm  ever  safe.  everyone  fuckin'  ‘ates  vampires.  fuckin’  ridiculous.  like  i  ‘ad  a  fuckin’  choice  in  th'  ma'er.  th'  things  i  did  cause  i  fuckin'  loved  landed  me  right  fuckin'  ‘ere.  livin’  my  own  ‘ell.  never  love.  no’  even  family.  i'  ‘ll  jus’  ruin  ya.”

cont. x / @designedparadigm

❝ A what...? ❞ he starts (as if THAT'S the thing to focus on). The blood is knocked away but he keeps his hold on it, simply lets his hand moved with the gesture instead of pushing against it; he lets the two of them fall to his side as he watched the injured thing have some sort of inner tussle with himself.

The the bag was being snatched away and Clark was left there to patiently watch and have his own inner tussle. Starting with: what the fuck was he doing? He really did not like vampires. Second below demons on his list of Ew. They were gradually being knocked down lower with time, with Clark coming to realize where his distaste came from. It was really just an unfortunate bout of projection. Who needed therapist when you had an overactive mind and plenty of time to pick apart your own issues?

He doesn't quite zone back into the situation at hand until the empty back is discarded, tossed aside. The cambion sighs. ❝ I get you're missing a chunk or two but must we litter? ❞ a handkerchief pulled from his breast pocket and shaken open so he could bend and grab the discarded thing.

When he straightens, he regards the creature with a cocked brow. A slightly vexed but otherwise neutral look. ❝ Are you categorizing yourself as unfortunate or unworthy of charity? I'm not sure you can be both at the same time. ❞ and maybe he's stalling because Clark isn't quite sure he has an answer.

He decides there's no point in bullshitting, he has nothing to gain from lying to an injured vampire. ❝ Oh, I used to. Maybe still do. Not personally, not really if I'm being honest with myself. Found your kind to be too similar to what I come from. Now that, that I do loathe.❞ he trails off, picks up not long after with a tired sigh. ❝ Sorry, no need to be vague for dramatics. Demons. Incubi, succubi to be exact. Their feeding isn't too unlike yours at its core. I think seeing that was a reminder I didn't like being confronted with. Thus, ew...vampires. ❞ all spouted in that dreary, near-monotone of his.

❝ I'm rambling and over-sharing. Not that you didn't sort of ask for it. I digress. No, darling, I do not 'get my rocks off on helping the unfortunate'. I just seem to always come across the bastards and unwanted vagrants of the world that fall through the cracks where things like me exist. ❞ he offers a hand in greeting.

❝ I really wish people would stop smelling me and just ask. No one ever gets it by smelling me. ❞ grumbled as though he was complaining about something normal like a mispronounced name.

❝ Cambion. Human parent, demon parent. You can call me Thompson for now if you feel inclined to call me anything. May I ask what managed to fuck you up like that? ❞

[m4xedout]

One fin wonder 4

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maybe for one fin wonder for whatever reason gets like jumpscared by one of mk and kicks him in the dick

i think about that when i’m sad

ANON

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Welcome to one fin wonder! Enjoy :)

Series pairings: steven grant x teen!reader, marc spector x teen!reader, jake lockley x teen!reader, layla el faouly x teen!reader (all platonic, reader is 14)

Content warning: blood, guts, panic attack, reader is a sour little shit about everything, mentions of parents absence and or death

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..."y/n?"

The voice called out to you

You back up into the wall, small tears shedding down your skin and dripping onto the floor

You hold your hands to your mouth and silently cry seeing the dismembered body on the floor, the man in the white suit and glowing eyes slowly walking towards you, hands up in defense not to frighten you even more

"No no..no its okay i'm-"

"THIS IS NOT FUCKING OKAY" you shout at the man

You wobbled onto the floor, vision going black

The last thing you remember is the man rushing towards you to catch you after your fall

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Your eyes open slowly, and they focus on the man in front of you

"Hey..are you okay?"

You suddenly went into a panic, lifting your foot up and kicking him in the-

"I jus- ARHGH!-"

The man falls into the floor beside you and you back up into the wall

He walked you to your room and placed you onto your bed while you were passed out

And he got rid of the body.

He thought the man hurt a child.

He didn't know he just broke in

Now he feels bad, the man in the mirror reminds him of their job and who they are.

He still isn't used to this.

While the man lays next to you groaning in pain you ask one question.

"Who are you."

No response.

You kick your foot onto his back

"WHO ARE YOU." You day in a louder voice.

"Mmhm.." the man mumbled

"What?" You said confused..

"Moon...knight"the man responded in a British accent, familiar to someone you know..

You were to in shock to call him out on it.

"Holy shit moonknights in my home...what's with the suit?" You ask holding back a giggle.

"The what.." the man murmurs

"I thought you'd be wearing something...cooler, for the 'fist of vengeance'" you air quoted, the man scoffed

"Well why don't youu...lock your windows?" He snapped at you

You gasp in offense

"Well from up this high i didn't think anyone could get in besides fuckin super man!" You snapped back and saw the man's expression change from under the mask

"..what do you want" you ask him

"Well I am the 'fist of-" "no not that!" You whisper shout the man

"..I protect the people of the night.." he said in a low voice.

"..well I don't need protection " as soon as it came out of you mouth he raised your cut up to your face.

"..oh"

"Yeah oh." The man said harshly

" Hey! S'not like you ever came up when I was a kid..I thought super heros didn't exist." You said under you breath but he slightly caught it.

"What was that" the man looked at you, with concern his eyes

You didn't have a 'good' childhood, but you lived through it.

Your mother was a drug addict, as your father was never around.

You always just assumed it was because of you

Well you didn't assume..your mother made it very clear you practically ruined their lives by just being alive.

You were the reason she did all that shit

You were the reason dad was never there

It was all your fault.

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"I said...you never came up when I was a kid...if you have the balls to come up now you're obviously just picking and choosing. " you said with a harsh tone in your voice.

"Wha-" "no! You need to get the fuck out of my flat, and never EVER come near me again."

You began to push the man out

The suit changed

It was more intense

The tie was left with a Cresent around his chest

He had a hood and a cape now.

The glow in his eyes wasn't the same anymore.

Whoever the fuck you were just talking to.

Wasn't the real moonknight.

This was worse.

You're fucking dead.

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Tbc..

@80pairsofcrocs @jasminemohmed

[yostresswritinggirl]

Researching...

ZETA

You need to see this first then this

The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?”

Pairing -> Albedo x Female Reader

Word Count -> 2944

Themes -> Smut, PwP, PwF, Woohoo, the "thing", the "do"

Series -> #Bonafide Specials (100 followers event)

Warnings -> NSFW CONTENT, DO NOT READ IF YOU'RE UNDERAGED! (this is awkward because you two have no experience, jsyk)

(Z,E)-9,12-tetradecadienyl acetate (TDA, also known as ZETA) are usually emitted by females to attract males for mating. Sex pheromones are defined as odors, produced by either males or females that stimulate one or more behavioral reactions in the opposite sex, bringing the males and females together for the purpose of mating.

The foldered papers at the mahogany desk met with a soft plop at its weight, and you noticed the Alchemist suddenly straighten his back from his spaced out daze on the noise, whipping his head towards where you stand. Albedo's teal eyes were wide from the sudden intrusion, but his eyelids drooped over them once again upon the realization that it was just you who entered as it loses its light once more. This worried you.

The Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius has been in a dilemma recently. And all of Mond knows of this.

Albedo naturally holds himself in a regal and composed aura that draws people to him in admiration and trance. But this Albedo lacks such gait, with shoulders tense and eyebrows furrowed, steps heavy and head hanging low.

He has hit a wall in his never-ending research. And the effect was obvious on him.

Days he'd be cooped up in his laboratory staring at nothing, glaring at his setup. Days he'd be gone beyond the walls with his easel and sketchbook, only to return with unfinished artworks meant to be forgotten. Sucrose had tried placing experiments that are easy to handle and give him at least a sense of self-confidence for solving, but even that cannot pull his mind away from his obstacle.

"You know," leaning on the table with arms crossed, you watched the Kreideprinz drag his foot to where you were, aiming to check on the folder that you just submitted, "Some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever." Such words smoothly flowed out of your mouth despite the masked embarrassment you expertly hid through a haughty smirk.

That someone was Kaeya, and that Kaeya threw out that same comment next to you when you two saw Albedo walk through the headquarter's halls like a zombie a few days ago.

The sudden pound of fists on the table at either side of you startled you, expertly caging you in as you looked up. Albedo loomed over you with eyes brightly catching the sun, giving it the luminosity that carried the same curious look he had when faced with the unknown. "Intercourse? If it's true, then please," oh no, "I wish to have intercourse with you."

Excuse me? "Wha-" suddenly, you were hyper-aware of just how close you are to one another. You slightly hiked yourself up against the table, as to preserve what little distance you have. "Wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!”

And without skipping a beat, he mused, "Convenient, I love you, anything else?" That familiar smirk displayed on his face.

Contrary to his face tho, you greatly contest to Diluc's hair. Really a normal reaction- to this guy suddenly confessing! Your head is already whirling around in confusion and your eyes couldn't set itself straight at him, still mindful of the distance of which reminded you why you were in this predicament in the first place.

Albedo attentively watched your eyes stray to the side as he stands there in silence, seeing it land at the entrance to his laboratory. Ah of course, he thought he'd made a discovery, as he leans away from you to make his way towards the door.

And shut it with a click.

"Wait, wait, why did you lock the door?!" You finally mustered up the courage to speak (breaking away from the shock of his confession) as he finds himself where he stood over you, eyes filled with confusion.

"You were quiet after my confession. I know such moments of romance are intimate and with your eyes, I only wanted to give us privacy," his brows furrowed with confusion before his shoulders dropped, a sharp sigh escaping. "Normally people would express their reciprocation by now," he breathed as he starts pulling back and away, "but voicing your rejection would have been appre-"

Quickly with a yelp, you reached out for his departing form, pulling him back by the grip on his shirt. Albedo's eyes only widened a little as he was quick to grip the table's edge to stabilize himself, one arm wrapped around your waist to ground you. "No! I do- do love you too!" You finally squeezed out the embarrassing confession, "You were just so sudden, it surprised me so much!"

And suddenly he was laughing openly, full of relief and humor, as his shoulders slackened at the validation. The heavy weight on his shoulders eased as if a physical matter left it, the bout of removed tension making him slump on you.

You cradled the tired Albedo in your arms as you let him place his chin on your shoulder. This man is your lover now, you thought as the fact finally dawned on you. The brilliant and most loved in Mond now tied down to you.

Basking in the presence of a person now his, Albedo found himself breathing in. There was a scent to you that always soothes him which now feels emphasized at the closeness. His pupils dilated as his face buries itself closer to the junction where your neck and shoulder meets.

Ah, what was this? Was this the pheromones you once talked about in your research on zoology that attracts those to them? He mused in his mind as those teal eyed fluttered shut, nose brushing at your neck for another whiff.

While Albedo indulged himself with the natural scent of you, you stood there with weak legs, trembling and red from the notions. Oh gods, you whimpered at the feeling of his lips brushing at your skin, you're whipped for this man.

"I'm waiting," you had to hold the shiver when his words vibrated against your neck, "for your answer on my offer, I think it would be good to try." Ah the 'intercourse'. You placed your hands flat on his back as he leans away to stare in attention, and then you finally explained to him what you meant, what you'd do, and what it entails to.

Albedo nods in understanding at your every clause and explanation. And his bright mind understood far too easily how it would help. "We are lovers now," his eyes twinkled at the cute scrunch of your nose upon the embarrassment of the fact, "sooner or later we'd end up doing it anyways. When shouldn't be a matter."

Albedo always make a good point.

With your consent, Albedo slowly lays you on the surface of the table as his other hand makes quick work to swipe away the items that would be in the way, thankfully the carpeted floor prevented anything from breaking. His lips found yours almost naturally as you urged him to take off his coat and you worked on your own, the thoughts spiraling in your head for every clothing that is shed:

Albedo has little to none idea on how sex works between humans, and you had your base knowledge from the things you learned from academics; in short, you're both inexperienced and you are his anchor.

How funny how the master role quickly switched, you thought with an inward laugh before it died in your throat at the sight— he stands there with his undershirt unbuttoned, belt and shorts caught by his knee, and his apparent bulge outlined by his boxers. Your thighs instinctively closed, you don't know what's considered average in size for such things, but you know for a fact there's gonna be some difficulty.

"Is something wrong?" His raw and calloused hands (gloves long gone) softly landed at your squirming thighs, the contact sending a shiver all over. "Am I doing something wrong?"

No, you breathed as you urged him to step closer and settle between your legs at the edge of the table, his form forcing you to spread your limbs apart.

The intoxicating scent that Albedo indulged in earlier was stronger now, drowning him and clouding his thoughts. The waft plunged through his senses so forcefully that he stumbled a bit on you, hips hitting as he grips your sides to keep him steady.

Next came the warmth that touched his sensitive length as it laid between you, the contact had forced out a cute squeak from you and an airy groan from him. His hips buckled to catch the sensation as he finds himself rutting between your folds with ragged breathing.

So good, it felt so good. Albedo finds himself struggling to keep his eyes open from what he now identified to be pleasure, and as he looks up to check on you, you were struggling just the same. Your chest rises and falls in quick successions as you covered your eyes with an arm, whimpers coming out of your slightly parted lips.

Fuck. If only he wasn't so engrossed, he wanted to capture this image through painting. "Am I-," he cleared his throat of the hoarse voice, "Am I hurting you?"

You gasped at the cold and wet feeling swipe from your chin to the corner of your lips, licking the trail of drool you didn't even notice when you opened your eyes to see Albedo's up close. With a shake of your head, you gripped the ponytail of his braid to pull his head for a sudden kiss.

Staggering over your form as your legs hiked up to hook around his waist, you guided the tip of his length to your entrance as he ravaged your mouth without restraint. Lips bruising each other, tongue tracing the underside of yours gingerly before it licks at the roof of your mouth— all the sensations had fogged up your consciousness so badly that you didn't feel an ounce of pain when he finally entered into you, guided by a shy gentleness to his ministrations.

It is only when his tip finally touched the opening of your cervix did you whimper; the way you're being stretched and the fullness of his length in you making you writhe under and around him, the friction only making rousing him more.

Albedo produced a low growl against your lips as he bit down on the bottom one, his trimmed nails digging to your soft-skinned hips as he pins it down. "Stop- nghh- stop moving around so much," a sudden warmth pooled into your stomach as you tightened around him.

Mistake number one: You didn't expect for his gentleness to be gone.

Spurred on by your tightening grip and the pleasure shooting up him everytime his tip came in contact with your edge, Albedo went into a relentless pace, pounding straight into you to hit that spot. Your pants turned into breathless chokes everytime he comes in contact, forcing your raw moans out of you. There's a dull pain by your entrance everytime he grinds against your walls, and he whimpers your name in pure ecstacy every stroke.

Your back arcs as he smacks into you, pulling back halfway through before burying deep into your hole once again. His brutal pace gets sloppy at times, before his strength comes back again to pull you closer. Halfway through Albedo produces a feral growl as he grips one of your legs behind the knee, pushing it closer to your body and slightly angled to the side.

And the moment he thrusts in with the new position, you cried out his name. The tip of his length reached far deeper with this new angle, and had plunged the top right into your cervix— your hips trembled as Albedo's whole body shivers at the new sensation, fingernails digging into your thigh as his other hand intertwines with yours, pinning it down on the table as leverage.

"Ahn," he whispered your name tiredly with tears pricking at the edge of his eyes, for the first time staring at your eyes after he had started, "How are you? Is it okay? Is it..."

Good, you mumbled with a tired smile at his consideration, bumping your hips to emphasize on it- which drew a sharp gasp from the both of you, he was already in so deep, your hips bruised and touching.

He rolled his hips to test out, his thickness rubbing at the walls as he stirs your insides. The sweet moan you produced spurred him on, and he was once again staggering into you, his hips slightly elevated in an angle meant to pierce through you.

The sound of flesh smacking against each other overpowers even your loudest moan as Albedo pleasured himself inside you desperately, the smell of sex filling your sense of smell. He chases the way your hole drips and wafts with the scent, drawing in a huge breathe whenever your mixed cum spills past his tightly locked dick in you.

And soon his pace became more desperate and short, as he makes quick work at hitting you in your most sensitive part to barely give you time to gasp for air. Your walls clenched down on him so tightly as you came, a cry of his name passing your lips as your back arched—

the pressure made him buckle and he thrusts in deep one last time, tip breaking past your cervix, as his climax enters you in thick strings of warmth.

That was mistake number two: you didn't bring protection with you.

But at that moment you couldn't care less (your cycle just ended anyways, you should be fine), watching him whimper your name in full pleasure as his teeth grinds against each other, his forehead and eyebrows knit and furrow as he releases before it relaxes after he is done.

And then he falls face first to your chest, the renowned Alchemist running out of the minimal stamina he had with him. Buried between the valley of your breast, Albedo had the most serene (almost drunk) expression on his face, lips pressed against the skin over your heart where it beats with fervor from your activity.

He tested another experimental thrust, lighter this time, as he felt your mixed fluids moved around the tiny space. You gave a wailing moan at his action, and he breathlessly laughed at your reaction.

Albedo stayed in you and on you for a few more minutes after that. Still trying to regain strength as your tired pants became the white noise that night.

"Albedo..." he hums against your chest as his arms tightened around your waist, enjoying the peace your hands brought to him as you stroke his cheek. "Albedo, I need to clean up." He jests that you should just keep it in you and you responded with rapid pats, whining at the notion. He chuckles.

It took him a lot of willpower to get up and he made it obvious as hell, taking his time to remove himself off your chest, grumbling that his bed was complaining too much. You let out a cute snort before smacking his arm. Albedo grips your hips as he gently pulls out when he stops suddenly, realizing that the liquids would pour out and make an obvious mess if he were to do so.

His head passes around the immediate area as he pinpoints a peculiar object, plucking it from its plastic package, still new from the bubble wrap. A sharp gasp suddenly comes by you at the cold and hard sensation that replaced Albedo inside you, only a few inches deep as the Alchemist walks off to get tissues. Wary, you looked down to see the object, choking out when you saw its end sticking out past your crotch:

A test tube, pristine and clean, was preventing the fluids from dripping out of your hole.

When Albedo came back with the tissues and spare cloth in hand, he muses at how your deep red face was smacked tightly against your palms. He offers to clean up, a gentle hand carefully pulling out the tube, but you refused and got quick work on yourself. That was enough embarrassment for tonight.

Unbeknownst to you with your busied self, Albedo held the glass vial in close inspection and curiosity. The translucent white liquid barely blocks the night light and produced the same strong scent he'd been chasing the whole night— he sticks his tongue out to taste, ah, slightly salty and sticky.

Albedo wonders what kind of experiment he can do with this.

The obvious lift on the shoulders of the Chief Alchemist was greatly acknowledged by everyone in town who were aware of the impasse the young man had troubled himself with for the past few days. The bags under his eyes were gone, and the tealness he has shined with newfound vigor. Besides the mood shift, many of the knights had also noticed the time spent between the two of you. Missions and expeditions were always coinciding with each other and people barely saw you separated, giggling and smiling to yourselves in your pink world.

One day they finally found out about your relationship when a knight barged in to his laboratory for an urgent matter. Blurting out the Chief Alchemist's name before he realized that you were there, lips locked against each other.

The news spreads fast with that little detail and everyone congratulated you on your relationship.

Behind your bashful smiles, you and Albedo sighed in great relief, thankful to the archons that the knight didn't took notice of your hand under his big white coat that time.

This turned out like this cuz alchemy boy very new to things u_u and little stamina, he needs to exercise more ehe-

@creation-magician @dandelion-dreams @zelos-simp @struggljng @youroffical-weirdo @your-local-venti-simp @indigodreamtime47

[tulipwritings]

Let you see the heart that's inside ✧ I

Pairing: The Darkling / Aleksander Morozova x Reader (Sun Summoner)

Trope: Enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Mention of sexual assault.

(Gif's not mine)

You wrapped your kefta closely around you as you stumbled through the hallway of the Little Palace. You felt like crying but the numbness of not fully grasping what just had happened stopped you from sobbing and screaming.

You had liked Pyotr. He was your closest and only friend ever since you arrived at the Little Palace after the Darkling found you — his Sun Summoner. Your stay turned out to be a tough time, barely finding friends since most of the other Grisha held grudges against you, envying the Sun Summoner who the Darkling was so keen on, even though behind the closed doors of the war room, the both of you kept fighting, divided by disagreement on how to act regarding the Shadow Fold. He wanted to use it as a weapon which you highly disagreed with. Once the Darkling realized your stubborness and that he couldn’t simply wrap you around his finger, his behaviour changed towards you, being distant and not hiding the fact how annoyed he was in your presence. Probably the only reason for him to not simply get rid of you was that he needed a Sun Summoner and you were the only one around. Oh, how you'd love to make room for those other Grisha, there was nothing to envy about bearing the bad-tempered Darkling.

You've been on your own your whole life, the loneliness had been such a familiar feeling that it didn’t feel lonely anymore at some point. Until you met Pyotr and you got used to him being around. But now you felt sick to your stomach only thinking about him, his stupid face and red kefta. When you visited him in his room this evening so you could go to the great hall together where dinner is served, he grabbed you by your wrists, starting to kiss your neck and once you tried to push him away, he slowed down your heart rate, making you defenseless. Now, stepping through the hallway trying to get to your room as quick as possible, you could still feel his hands on your body and hear the echo of his words over and over again. "Come on, (Y/N). You've been so sweet and kind, you showed me that you want me for quite some time now..." His powers of a Heartrender stopped you from objecting, all you could do was watching him touch and kiss you.

"Dinner is that way" a cold and yet soft voice said. The Darkling seemed to have a good day, at least that's what the rare softness in his voice gave away.

"I'm not hungry, get out of my face" you spat, not looking at him as you tried to pass him, but his hand shot forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling you backwards until his body blocked your way.

"I beg your pardon?" The softness in his voice was gone, there was a dangerous edge to it now. His touch made you panic and all of a sudden the numbness lost its fight against the tears, making you sob right in front of him, which made all of it even worse, since the least you wanted was showing weakness in front of the Darkling, who'd use it against you as soon as it was of use. "Let go of me! I'll never be kind again!", you shouted, knowing your words must sound ridiculous without any context, before your voice broke and your tears stopped you from saying anything else. The Darkling let go of you without even blinking. He was slightly startled, almost sorry once he noticed your shattered reaction.

"(Y/N)... wha- what happened?" he asked troubled, raising his hand for a second, wanting to touch your back to comfort you until he realized his touch had made you panic just seconds ago. He bowed forward, his face only inches apart from yours, as his raven eyes locked with yours. "Tell me."

He waited patiently until you gathered enough strength to gulp back your sobs, shakingly speaking up about what happened. Once he heard what Pyotr had done he stiffened, clenching his jaw and protectively looking up and down the hallway, checking if there was any sight of the Heartrender.

"Go to your room and take a bath.", he ordered, "I'll check in on you later."

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You were sitting in your nightgown on your bed, your hair still damp as you heard a soft knock on your door.

"Come in..." Your voice was barely a hoarse. You had took a hot bath, eagerly soaping your body and hoping to wash off the feeling of Pyotr's hands on your skin. It's been hopeless — you felt used, dirty even. If you could, you'd shed your skin, leaving the unsolicited touch behind.

The Darkling stepped in, a tray in his hand that he placed in front of you. "I want you to eat something, (Y/N)."

You sighed, thinking about food made you feel like throwing up already.

"I'll leave the Little Palace tomorrow, I can't stand to see him again." And you couldn’t stand the thought of your only friend betraying you, the thought of fighting with the Darkling when there was no one around to rant about his self-centered, greedy behaviour, the thought of being among other Grisha and still being all alone. You had lost your only friend — if he had ever been a friend. You felt empty and lost. Unlovable, worthless. As if Pyotr had stolen your value.

"You won't leave the Little Palace..."

"So, I'm a captive now?" you snapped.

The Darkling took a deep breath. You could sense that he was annoyed with you interrupting him, but for once he was patient and remained soft instead of threatening you as he did the countless times you were arguing in the war room.

"You’re not held captive, Pyotr is." he stated, now sitting down on the edge of your bed, still giving you space and respecting your boundaries.

Your eyes went wide. "You... you believe me?"

"Are you fucking with me?!" There he was — the annoyed Darkling, angry with something you said. This time you couldn’t be mad at him, his reaction felt nearly soothing.

"I want Grisha to be safe." he went on. "The Little Palace is supposed to be a safe place for Grisha, I won't tolerate any kind of violence that isn't at my command. Speaking of...", he frowned, "I don't want you to have breakfast with the others tomorrow. You'll eat in your room, I'll have servants take care of it." He got up from your mattress, but stopped as soon as he reached your door. "And (Y/N)... don’t let the cruelty of others take away your kindness. It can be strength too." He left before you had a chance to ask any further questions.

Once he had closed the door, he left you behind with the unknown feeling of wanting him to come back. You hated how commanding he was. Yet, it was the first time you wondered who he was besides the leader of the Second Army that you couldn’t stand. You wondered if there was a side of him you might actually like.

Once he had closed the door leaving you behind, a pool of shadows surrounded him. Now that he was on his own again he stopped suppressing his rage about somebody touching you and the waves of darkness were its outcome. Nobody would harm you ever again.

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This is my first attempt of publishing my stories, I hope you like it. I'd be really happy about some feedback. ♡

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[sunjaesol]

Can’t handle the heat? (Try me.)

“Put that AC on, folks! It’s gonna be a whopping 105 degrees today and it’s not going down any time soon! Best to stay inside and keep your head in the fridge! Next up - “Positions” by Ariana Grande!”

The band groaned as the radio host clicked off, Ariana Grande blaring through the stereo. The sweltering heat had them all on the floor, fanning their faces with composition papers and one measly portable fan. It did shit, but there was nothing else available in the studio. Reggie’s face was completely red, Alex’s hair has turned brown from sweat and Julie was this close to begging them to teleport her to the Arctic. Everyone was beat. Well... all except one person. 

Luke Patterson would literally be the death of her. And the second death of the boys. 

Though sweating like a pig as well, no heatwave could temper that perpetual energy of his. 

“Come on, guys!” His foot prodded Alex’s side, the blonde swatting him away. “It’s just a lil’ heat. Nothing we’re not used to.”

Alex groaned. “Dude, those lights in the 90′s were for thirty minutes, max. This has been going on for days.”

“Literally!”, added Reg. 

Julie hoisted herself up, cringing at the way her body was suctioned against the cement floor. “I think we just have to wait it out until this ends.”

“It’s LA,” he deadpanned. “It never ends.”

Ugh. He was right. Summers in Los Angeles felt like simmering in an oven for months on end, hot enough to hallucinate, just cool enough to not actually die. It didn’t help that the trees were burning too. There was no shadow or shade for the Californians to hide beneath. 

“Come on, Jules,” he grinned, giving her that face he knew she couldn’t deny. It was an unfair move of his, but she had also been secretly hoping to play a little. Days without music felt like not breathing properly, or sleeping on the wrong side and having a kink in your neck afterwards. Music was, despite the heat, still the thing that tipped her over the edge. And when Luke asked her with that sweet smile... 

It probably helped he looked good all sweaty like that. She couldn’t even feel embarrassed about it. She was seventeen and he was seventeen and hot and it was the only logical reaction one could have.

She sighed. “Fine.” Holding her hand out, he went to grab it and pulled her up. Too hard. Julie flew forward with a squeak, straight into his chest. Instinctively, she grabbed onto his warm shoulders to steady herself while he gripped her waist. Both froze, mortified.

Because they’ve been here before. 

Last summer, after a gig in a tiki bar, the boys and her had been dancing on the beach. Far enough for no one to suspect anything, close enough to still hear the music. Luke and her had been wrapped around each other, executing salsa and tango miserably but having fun either way. She’d been giggling uncontrollably and he couldn’t keep the beam of his face when all of a sudden, their lips were a brush away. If Reggie hadn’t exclaimed he found Patrick Star, she was keenly aware of what would’ve happened. They didn’t talk about it afterwards and Julie filed it in the “Luke Patterson, My Idiot Crush”-map of her brain. 

His body was buzzing with warmth and his muscles rippled under her fingers and his shirt clung to his chest. Her physique probably left little to the imagination too right now. As if burned, Julie let go and settled her eyes back on the boys. They were, of course, eating it up like the bastards they were. 

She clapped her hands, voice an octave higher than usual. “Come on, guys! One run through!”            

Fortunately, everything went back to normal. They were still huffing and puffing, but Reggie was smiling as he found the bassline and Alex discovered that the slam of the drum relieved some heat and Luke was, you know, Luke. Julie pushed the moment to back of her mind. She only allowed herself to indulge in her dreams.

It was hard though. His hair was pushed back and his muscles were glistening like some CW character and with the heatwave, he has somehow become hotter. Did he get a tan? Was that possible? Regardless, Julie’s stomach was in knots. She tried her hardest to give him neutral glances and not like she wanted to slide her hands up his arms. Dios mio, get a fucking grip, Molina.

But then it happened. She should’ve known it would happen. And there was only Reggie to blame.

One run through became five and by then, every pore on their skin was drenched. If only she had a pool. Maybe she should text Kayla after this, beg her to let her use it. As she was debating on that, Reggie pulled of his wife beater. Which was fine. It was Reggie. It was like seeing Carlos run around shirtless after his shower. Five minutes later, Alex exchanged his t-shirt for one of Willie’s crop tops. That also, was fine. She was itching to remove her top as well, a bikini underneath, but she wasn’t sure if her nerves could handle it. 

And then Luke set his guitar down with an annoyed puff and threw his muscle tank on the ground. Julie stilled. Was he going to...? Nope. He wasn’t getting another tank. This was it. This was where she joined them on the side of the unliving. His chest was defined and smooth, abs peeking through the skin. This boy was stupidly hot. It felt illegal: a seventeen year old boy sculpted like Apollo. Her breathing quickened just like that. 

If she thought her throat was dry from the heat, she was mistaken. Julie swallowed back saliva, licked her lips and forced herself to stop ogling. Her actions weren’t fast enough though, Luke having noticed by now and grinning like he won the lottery. 

He sauntered closer, eyes gleaming with mischief and challenge. She held it, levelling his intensity with her own. “Can’t handle a little heat, Jules?”  

Internally, she was happy to be sitting behind her keyboard. Externally though, she could not let him win. If his cocky attitude was normally dialled on five, it was now up to eleven. Try me, Luke.   

She stood up and gave him an unimpressed once-over. “I’m happy you guys are getting comfortable,” she said to Alex and Reg. “Okay if I do too?”

The two nodded, Alex barely holding in a snicker and Reggie letting one out anyway. Luke’s eyes widened, bravado crashing to the floor as he put the pieces together.  

“W-wait, wha-?”

Julie grabbed the hem of her shirt and shed it off her skin. She sighed - finally, some relief from this fucking heat - and let the advantage of surprise push her to throw a prideful smirk his way. Her bikini top was nothing special, but if she had to suffer, then so did he. 

His eyes went from her chest to her face again, stammering and paralysed and yeah, she felt pretty damn attractive right now. She was going to be relishing this moment till the end of time. Smiling innocently, she leaned forward. 

“Something you wanna say, Luke?” 

Frantically shaking his head, he backed away, fingers clenching around his guitar and retreating to his designated spot. The boys were leaning against each other, giggling. 

“Nope,” he coughed, fixing a stressed smile. “Let’s keep going, yeah?”

(When later that day Luke and Julie were cleaning up the studio by themselves and he quietly told her she looked pretty in blue, the tension resolved. She then told him his eyes popped in the sunlight and after, they smiled at each other for a beat. Not heated or shy - just smiling. Open and achingly genuine. It felt like a promise, a hopeful wish that their moment on the beach would happen again.) 

(It would. Two weeks later, right at the end of the heatwave as they played at yet another tiki bar, Luke pulled her aside. Sweaty and sandy and happy, they met the other halfway for a warm kiss.)

Yeah, they could handle the heat.  

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⇢  pairing: iwaizumi hajime/reader/oikawa tooru

⇢ au: 365!au, poly!au, college!au, pro!oikawa

⇢ summary:  you’ve just moved into your new house and, wouldn’t you know it, the air conditioner is busted. iwa is quick to remind you that you now own a pool and thank god for that.

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⇢  warnings: established relationship, polyamory, smut, fingering, praise, double vaginal penetration, daddy kink

⇢  word count: 3.4k

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⇢  a/n: uh,,,lit you should use lube if you’re gonna have sex in a pool but bc this is fanfiction, who cares? also the position might be a little unrealistic but wouldn’t it be sexy? alsox2 disregard my overzealous use of the word “pretty”. i have a problem.

“Remind me why we decided to move in the middle of the freakin’ summer?” you asked as you hauled yet another box up the stairs. It was only the fourth or fifth one-- you weren’t too sure-- but you had at least another fifteen or twenty out in the truck Iwaizumi had rented for the day. 

Iwa grumbled a noncommittal response and Oikawa sighed, panting as he followed behind you with a box of his own.

“It seemed like such a good idea at the time,” he whined, and you snorted, accidentally inhaling beads of sweat into your sinuses. You felt absolutely disgusting, your shirt sticking to your back and your hair-- already up in an effort to keep your neck cool-- still clung to your skin. The air conditioner wasn’t on yet either, so the inside of your new house was not only sweltering but stifling.

“Well, it wasn’t,” Iwaizumi snapped, dropping the box he held by the front door. There were several already stacked up haphazardly around the foyer and entrance hallway, and you nudged his further in to keep the path clear and to set yours down on top of it. “Is there any reason the damn A/C is still off?” 

You shifted your weight, leaning away from him. He was in a foul mood, from both the heat and plain exhaustion after spending the last two weeks packing up after your classes were through for the day. 

“We just keep forgetting to turn it on,” you murmured, wiping away the sweat from your forehead with your shirt. It was too tempting to take it off, but then you would have to worry about sunburn and that just...wasn’t appealing. “I’ll go check it now.”

“Goddammit,” he snapped, then softened. “No, I’ll go. I’m sorry for snapping.”

You gave him a small smile as he passed by, but it turned into a grimace when he touched your cheek. “It’s too hot, don’t touch me, ugh.”

It took another twenty minutes before you got all the boxes in, and even then you had to sit around waiting for the air conditioner to even make a dent in the heat of the house, all while sorting the boxes into their appropriate rooms when all you wanted to do was shower in ice water. It was the worst experience you had ever had, and that was including the very memorable day when you had fallen into an algae covered lake while on vacation, and had had to walk around wet and slimy for hours before you could get back to the hotel.

“Ah, hell,” you whined, rubbing at your stinging eyes. Sweat had dripped into them without warning and you groaned in frustration. The air was barely any cooler even though the sun was setting by that point, but the most important boxes containing clothes, the food, and the bedding were unpacked and put away and you were going to do nothing else before you showered.

Oikawa was just stepping out of the bathroom when you walked up, having finished putting things away in his designated room, and smiled. “All yours, princess.”

“Thank you,” you said sarcastically and he laughed, walking off down the hall toweling his hair.

Not even looking at the handle for hot water, you turned it on full cold and stepped under, shivering even as you sighed in relief. The first ten minutes were spent just standing there relishing in the goosebumps breaking out over your skin until you felt a little more human, and you spent another ten working your hair and body into a lather.

You could have cried as you stepped out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel and feeling that the air was still far too warm for your liking. Grumbling, you got dressed in a huff before wandering through your new home towards the sound of the TV in the living room.

“Why in god’s name is still so hot in here?” you whined as you fell into the empty spot between Iwaizumi and Oikawa. You realized almost immediately what an awful idea that was when the temperature rose another ten degrees and groaned.

Oikawa was frowning, sweat starting to bead on his forehead again already. “Dunno. We’ll probably have to call someone tomorrow to look at it if it isn’t working then.”

Uncomfortable silence fell as you squirmed, trying to figure out how you were going to sleep through the night if it remained this hot, when there was a smack from your other side.

You and Oikawa both jumped and looked to Iwaizumi, who’s palm was flat against his forehead.

“We’re so stupid,” he said, and you were bewildered when a grin spread across his face. “What was the biggest reason we picked this stupid house in the first place?”

You shook your head, unable to think of anything. Oikawa was mirroring you, eyes narrowed as he wracked his brain.

Iwaizumi groaned, glaring at you. “The pool, you idiots. Let’s go find our suits and--”

“Fuck that,” you said, standing up. You couldn’t believe you had forgotten that the three of you literally owned an in-ground pool now, complete with a built-in hot tub to boot. And there was a six-foot privacy fence to keep the neighbors from peeking. 

“Wha--?” Iwaizumi started to say, irritated at your dismissal of his idea.

Until your shirt hit him in the face.

Oikawa laughed at that, eyeing your swaying hips and naked back. “You little minx. I like the way you think.”

You grinned over your shoulder, shedding your shorts and leaving them laying in the middle of the floor as you opened the sliding glass door. The lights in the pool were already on, creating a rippling light show beneath the surface of the water, and you disrupted it when you jumped in with a splash.

It was followed a moment later by another one, and you surfaced to find Oikawa fully naked and swimming towards you with a devious smirk. The water was blessedly cool, and your hard nipples did not go unnoticed. Iwa was taking a little more time, carefully dropping his shirt on one of the deck chairs as he watched you and Oikawa splash around and giggle, already feeling you up.

“Come on, Iwa. We won’t bite,” Oikawa said as he dragged you backwards through the water towards the deep end.

Your stomach dropped a little when you felt your feet leave the bottom, but Oikawa kept you up in his strong arms. Still, you squirmed around until you could loop yours around his neck and your legs around his waist.

“Careful, princess,” he warned playfully, feeling your hot core settle against his soft cock ( or at least, it was soft until he felt that, anyway). “It’s a bit early to christen the pool like that when we haven’t even managed the bedroom yet.”

You giggled in his ear at that. “Says who?”

Another set of arms wound around you then, and hot breath hit your neck a split second before teeth did. Iwaizumi was apparently not as reserved as Oikawa was, as he was rock hard against your ass.

“You two are fucking ridiculous,” he snapped, leading a trail from your shoulder up to your ear, nipping the lobe a little sharply.

You squealed in response, arching into Oikawa’s chest. They grinned wickedly at each other, and Iwaizumi pulled you back to lean against his chest.

Your tits were now above the water line, exposing your hard nipples to the warm air and Iwa’s touches. He palmed both breasts in his rough hands, pinching and twisting the hard little buds between his fingers and your legs tightened around Oikawa’s hips in response. Your nails dug into the skin of his biceps, your head tipping back onto Iwa’s shoulder as you sighed.

Both their cocks were fully hard and rubbing between the cheeks of your ass and the lips of your wet cunt, Oikawa’s tip grazing over your clit nonstop. Your toes were starting to curl from the endless pleasure, small noises that might have been pleas escaping your lips. 

“That feels so good, Haji,” you murmured, slipping your fingers into the wet strands of his dark hair. His lips were still pressing against your skin, teeth leaving bright red marks all over the side of your neck and shoulder that you knew you would be covering up tomorrow.

“Hold her up, Haji,” Oikawa said, and you whined when his hands left your tits to brace beneath your knees. The new position had them up near your shoulders, your pussy on full display under the water, and you shivered at the rush of coolness against your hot lips. “God you look so pretty like this, princess.” 

The tip of one long, slender finger skimmed your outer lips, teasing as it skipped over your clit and traced down the other side. “And so wet already. Very naughty.” He added a second finger and made a round again, listening to your breathing hitch and huff when he came close and missed again, and laughed.

“You’re such a tease, Tooru,” you whined, toes curling as he came close yet again and missed yet again. “So mean.”

“Awe, don’t say that, princess,” he tutted as his thumb finally pressed to your clit causing your hips to jump in Iwaizumi’s hold. 

His hands squeezed tighter, spreading you open further to Oikawa’s featherlight touches. The cool water intensified the feeling of his fingers on your clit, and when one finger teased your slick opening, you gasped.

Iwaizumi was nudging at your cheek, still grinding between your ass cheeks, and when you turned your head to him his lips landed on yours. His tongue immediately swept between your lips without permission, delving and tasting and swallowing the noises you were making, his fingers so tight they were sure to leave marks in the morning.

“You’re already so needy and we haven’t even done anything,” Oikawa said, feeling your walls clench as he pressed in to the second knuckle and grinning. “Tell me how good it feels, hm?”

Iwa pulled away, listening to your whiny pants, lips shiny and swollen and eyes glassy. “Feels good, Tooru but I need more, please. Mm, want you to stretch me out on your fingers so I can take both your cocks.”

“Oh, is that what we’re doing tonight?” Iwaizumi asked teasingly. His cock jumped at the thought. He always loved seeing stretched to the point you were crying, begging for more even though you can’t take it, so full that your orgasms were empty as you fluttered around them. “You’ll have to ask nicely if you want that, princess.”

You gasped as Oikawa slipped a second finger inside you, eased by the copious amounts of slick you were producing now as his thumb ground against your clit.

Iwa wanted so badly to join him in teasing you open and to orgasm, stuffing you full of their fingers as they prepped you to take them, but the view over your shoulder as Oikawa’s slender fingers pumped in and out of you was making up for it.

Your breath rattled as they scissored inside you, the words pouring out of your lips in a whiny, high pitched tone. “Please please please, can you both fuck me? Want both of your cocks in my pussy tonight, please?”

A third finger fit and spread and you keened when every pass began to grind against the soft spot inside you. You couldn’t help it, wailing as you clamped down around them, and Oikawa slowed down to work you through it.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cum,” Iwa growled into your ear, but you barely processed what he said in your addled state. His muscles were straining with the effort it took to hold you like that for so long, but it was worth it to hear your breathy moans on the air. “Since you asked so nicely, I suppose we should reward you, huh, Tooru?”

Oikawa nodded as he started up again, feeling your walls flutter and clench from overstimulation, and he carefully avoided your clit for the time being. You were so wet now that a fourth finger slid in with no effort, but you gasped anyway at the stretch. It was a familiar sting that ebbed away so quickly you hardly noticed it, focusing on the feel of them inside you and you moaned Oikawa’s name.

“Feels so good, Tooru,” you said, fingers tightening in Iwa’s hair. The pleasure was surging again, still too intense but you reveled in it. “Always feels so good when you stretch me. Wanna take your cocks, please.”

Oikawa’s cock throbbed at your praise, neglected and achingly hard as he worked you open.

Iwa pressed a kiss to your sweaty cheek and said, “Patience, pretty girl. You’ll get what you want soon, but only if you let Tooru work that pretty hole open.”

You whined again, toes curling as you tried to do what he said, but you wanted it so bad. At last, Oikawa dragged his fingers from you and nestled his cock between your swollen folds, taking your legs from Iwaizumi and placing them over his arms. Iwaizumi repositioned as well, letting his cock slide alongside Oikawa’s while he cupped your ass, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh.

“Ready, princess?” Iwa asked, prodding your drenched hole and you nodded, toes curling when his head slid in. He didn’t wait for you to adjust, stuffing you full in one thrust and you couldn’t help the scream that filled the thick night air. He stopped when he was fully seated, feeling you clench and spasm around him and released a deep, stuttery moan into your ear.

You reached up and gripped the back of his neck, head tilting to the side and lips parting in a soundless ‘o’ as Oikawa eased in as well. Your back arched, but you couldn’t go anywhere pinned between them the way you were, and tears filled your eyes at the intense, pleasurable stretch as both their cocks settled against your cervix.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you breathed, high pitched and scratchy, nails digging into Iwaizumi’s neck and Oikawa’s shoulder. “So good, so full, I can’t take it.”

Both men were panting as they felt your walls trying to squeeze down around them, fluttering uselessly and when Iwaizumi pulled out, you almost cried.

“Ah, ah, princess. You asked for this, remember?” he asked, and his hips snapped back into yours, hilting again while Oikawa pulled out. “You can’t back out now.”

“Never,” you cried, tears pricking your eyes as they alternated fucking you. You were never empty for a second but when they both snapped into your tight pussy, you squealed. “Want you to cum in me at the same time, fill me up, please.”

They listened to your babbling with smirks, eyes rolling as their veiny cocks rubbed and filled every inch of your cunt, tips taking turns kissing your cervix.

“You sure, princess? I’m not sure you can take that,” Oikawa teased, slowing his hips, and laughed when your head whipped up to look at him, pupils blown wide and pleading.

“I can take it, Tooru. I promise I can take it, please don’t stop,” you begged, almost sobbing when Iwaizumi slowed as well. Both of them now were just rocking their hips, both settled deep in your stretched pussy, and could feel every vein and the crown of their cocks dragging against your walls. “Pleasepleaseplease, daddy.”

You had whined it accidentally, but Iwa reacted with a sharp jerk of his hips to the name and you cried with relief. 

“Say that again, princess,” he groaned, pulling out to the tip. As soon as you gasped the name again, he was fucking up into you with abandon, joined by Oikawa a moment later. 

He was amused by the turn of events, but he was turned on by the bounce of your tits with every hard thrust, your head thrown back and moans and whines flowing nonstop from your parted lips.

“Gonna cum,” you cried, toes curling as someone’s cock tapped your cervix. “Gonna cum all over your cocks. Daddy, please, let me--”

It was like they both knew who you were referring to, because Oikawa said nothing while Iwa groaned low in his throat, teeth nipping your pulse point before commanding you.

“Cum for us, pretty girl. Gonna fill you up full of our cum but we need you tight around us first. Gonna make you feel so good, princess,” he snarled, and his thrusts changed so that he and Oikawa were filling you at the same time. Oikawa watched your eyes go wide, mouth open in a silent scream as you came, fluttering and trying to clamp down on both their cocks but it was useless. He rocked his hips gently, stimulating your g-spot while Iwa’s fingers found your clit and circled roughly. You jerked, your voice breaking as you screamed their names, first Oikawa’s and then Iwa’s.

You were jelly in their arms after that, fingers wrapped weakly around their wrists but you whined when Oikawa pulled out of you. 

“Sorry, princess. Daddy has to cum, then I’ll fill this pretty pussy back up,” he said and leaned down to kiss you softly. But you tasted too sweet and his tongue dipped into your mouth for more, swallowing the sounds you made as Iwaizumi resumed fucking you.

He sounded breathless when he came, a low, raspy groan filling your ears as a warmth filled your cunt, and he paused for a moment. Oikawa pressed in beside him again, and you tensed in their arms, moaning until Iwaizumi pulled out.

“My turn, pretty girl. One more and then we’ll clean you up,” Oikawa promised against your lips. He wasn’t gentle as he chased his pleasure, listening to you babble and plead for more, you can’t take it, feels so good, fuck*. “Shit, you’re still so tight after that.”

He tensed up as the pleasure broke over him in waves, hips rocking as he spent himself inside your womb, cum mixing with Iwa’s and you basked in the full feeling.

Iwa picked you up in a bridal carry and waded to the side of the pool, where Oikawa helped pull you up onto the cement deck. Your legs were sore and stiff from being held up for so long, and he just lifted you up again, walking naked into the house and dripping water everywhere.

It was, to his surprise, cool inside and you shivered as the air cooled the water on your skin. Iwaizumi’s footsteps headed to the thermostat while he carried you to the bathroom.

“Let’s do that again,” you said, nuzzling your nose against Oikawa’s neck. He smelled like chlorine and his body wash, and you couldn’t resist the need to press open mouth kisses all over his skin.

He laughed, setting you down on your feet and reaching for the towel over the shower rack. “Sure, princess. But not tonight. We’re gonna go to bed.”

“Well duh,” you answered as you helped each other towel off. Iwa joined you a moment later, letting you rub him down with the fluffy towel. “I’m exhausted.”

Iwa laughed, snatching the towel from your hands and throwing it on the sink. “Then let’s get you into bed, hm?”

You squealed when he hoisted you up and over his shoulder, smacking his bare back as he carried you down the hall. Oikawa couldn’t seem to resist the urge to pester you, poked your nose and tugging your hair all the way down, listening to you whine and slap at his hands playfully.

Iwaizumi dumped you onto the bed, grunting as you bounced and then bounced some more when your partners fell in beside you. The covers were pulled up and you were tucked between them, head resting on Oikawa’s chest while Iwa’s arm lay across your waist, fingers laced with both of yours.

In an instant the steady rise and fall of Oikawa’s chest beneath you and their combined warmth lulled you towards sleep, but not before you murmured, “I love you both.”

Iwa’s voice was thick and rumbly as he said it back, squeezing your hands. Oikawa pressed his lips to your forehead before he answered, light and airy and full of happiness.

And how could he not be? He had everything he wanted in his arms.

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Shelbys at Somme: Chapter 7

Thomas X Reader

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Summary: Reader gets medical treatment. Thomas is not ok.

by @adventuresintooblivion

They didn’t speak again until the Garrison Pub came into sight. Several men were milling about trying to figure out what the hell was going on. They parted with excited chatter craning their necks to see what Thomas was holding.

“Open the door! If you’re not helping, you’re in the way. Go home. We accomplished what we came here for tonight.” 

Only a handful of people remained. Most of them were the Shelbys themselves. Danny paced back and forth in the back of the bar murmuring to himself. Thomas nodded to the small room they conducted their business in. John hurriedly opened it enough for Thomas to set Y/N down on the table.

Y/N sat there swaying back and forth slightly, her eyes closed as she focused on not falling over. Moments later, Thomas draped his coat around her shoulders. A sigh of relief escaped her lips.  For the first time, she looked up at the people gathered around her.

Aunt Pol’s face was pale. A shawl was clutched in her hands with her hair unmade. John blinked blearily, but she could visibly see the fatigue drain away as he took stock of her injuries. Arthur simply wouldn’t look at her. 

Thomas hovered over her protectively. She could just barely see the redness on his cheek where she’d slapped him. His hand rested lightly against her lower back. She could feel his hand shaking even through all the layers.

“The doctor is on his way but there’s a few things I need to ask you before he gets here.” 

Y/N shook her head, “I want to talk to Pol first.”

He stiffened. “Excuse me?”

She lifted her head, leveling her gaze at him, “You heard me, Shelby. I want to talk to Pol first.”

“Did he touch you?” He growled almost under his breath. Something about him changed. His knuckles turned a stark white as they gripped the table. His lips pulled back in an inaudible snarl, eyes wide as he used every inch of self control he had left not to turn on his heels and find whoever had done this.

“Wha…?”

Thomas roared a tremor visibly running through his body, “Did he touch you!”

Understanding dawned on Y/N. She reached out to lay her hand on his. He recoiled. She leaned forward just enough to press her hand over his. Her skin was ice against his rage, but he did stop shaking once she rubbed her thumb across his knuckles. 

She spoke softly, “He didn’t. But that doesn’t change the fact that I need to talk to Pol.”

He turned toward her, almost pressing his forehead into her shoulder. “I need answers.”

“And you’ll get them. After.”

Thomas locked eyes with her. Finally, he straightened and led his brothers out of the room.

Pol was left behind, her eyes wide as she adjusted her shawl. “That’s the first time I’ve seen Tommy listen to anyone when he’s like that.”

Y/N glanced down

“Well, you wanted me to yourself. Now what is it?”

“I think Grace is working for Inspector Campbell.” Y/N said it all in a rush, not trusting herself to actually speak if she took her time with it. 

Today, the inspector had wanted to instill fear in her and make her a useless pawn in this game of his. She hated to admit that she was in fact afraid. Of what she wasn’t sure, but she’d be damned if she let that decide her actions.

Pol cleared her throat. “That’s… a serious accusation. What is your proof?”

Y/N steeled herself before telling Pol everything. How she’d seen Grace at the opera, the little hints here and there that it wasn’t a place she’d normally be caught dead in. Then the great reveal of the man’s identity.

“I watched her hand him a piece of paper. I don’t know for certain that she is working for him, but it seems like the only logical answer, and at this point it’s dangerous to keep it to myself,” she finally finished.

The whole speech had taken a lot out of her, and she was already exhausted at best. Y/N pulled Thomas’ jacket closer around her, grateful that she was finally starting to warm up. At the edge of her senses, she caught a whiff of a smell that was distinctly Thomas. Stale cigarette smoke, aftershave, and hay. She almost smiled as she remembered the horses he loved so much.

Pol rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hands. “That’s a lot of information to deal with. Why haven’t you told Tommy?”

Y/N frowned, “Right now if I did he’d storm off to kill her. I’m not sure that’s the best idea. Hell, maybe turning her in and ending this now would be preferred. I just… I wanted to ask your opinion.”

Her head jerked up. “This is your business. I’ll have nothing to do with it.”

Y/N sighed, finally letting the exhaustion cause her to sag in on herself, “Well, fuck.” 

“I can’t believe you told me this. I won’t be caught complicit if he finds out,” she hissed.

“Pol, I’ve seen the way he looks at her. He likes her, even if it’s just a little, and with Thomas that means miles. This could destroy him. Or it could get one of them killed, and I don’t know if Grace worked at an opera house and just hates it from exposure and this is all some huge misunderstanding. I just don’t know.” Even to her ears Y/N sounded a bit hysterical.

Pol began to pace, thinking. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor, and even if the boys weren’t listening in they’d be able to hear that. After a few solid moments Pol rounded on the wounded girl.

She shook her finger at Y/N. “Listen here. For now, we say nothing. But if ANYTHING goes wrong and Grace is within ten miles of it, you tell him. Understood?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Alright, now let's get those boys in here. He’s probably about to strangle Arthur.”

As soon as the door knob clicked, Thomas stormed back in. His eyes were dark and cloudy as they traveled over Y/N’s exposed skin. Behind him, a small man with glasses shuffled in.

He spoke with a nasally voice, “Hello, I’m Doctor Tanish. Now if you could remove your coat I’d like to get to work.”

Y/N reluctantly shed the layer of warmth she’d built during her conversation Pol.

The doctor immediately swooped in, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “Are there any pre-existing medical conditions I should know about?”

Y/N glanced at Thomas before turning to the doctor. “I have a bullet that’s lodged in my back that’s an inch to the left of my spine by vertebrae T11. They uh… found it and got me with a billy club. A couple times.”

He paused. “That’s very specific.”

“Yeah, well, you hear doctors say it enough eventually you can parrot it back if you need to.”

He nodded before continuing with this ministrations.

 Thomas, who was leaning against the wall, had turned a light shade of green when she spoke. His world was slowly closing in on him, a dark tunnel taking over his vision. It wasn’t until Arthur elbowed him that he was able to regain some control and return to the real world.

Eventually the doctor needed to see beneath Y/N’s underclothes. 

Pol shooed them out saying, “I’ll be right here with her. Let the girl keep some of her dignity.”

Thomas’ hand snaked out to grip hers firmly. “What did you two talk about?”

Pol’s lips settled into a thin line. “I will not betray her confidence. Just have faith, Tommy.”

He released her, allowing himself to be pushed back out into the pub with the others.

Arthur growled under his breath, “You’re gonna want a family meeting as soon as that doctor is done aren’t you?”

“Am I that predictable?”

He just grumbled and went to take a nap in one of the stalls. John soon followed suit, not really sure what his stakes were in all this. 

But Thomas sat at the bar nursing a glass of whiskey. He couldn’t make out much in the way of sounds. That’s why they like that room so much. There were a few moments when a yelp or shout would set him on edge. But all he could do was wait. 

It wasn’t until the sun had started to come up that the doctor slipped from the room, blood covering his hands. Thomas sat up straighter, not realizing just how much he’d drunk until he tried to stand.

“How is she?”

Doctor Tanish let out a tired sigh. “Exhausted. Most of the damage will heal itself just fine; however, there are a few spots that I am concerned about. Will you be taking care of her?”

Thomas was a gang leader. He didn’t have time to be coddling people while he was supposed to be out managing things.

“Yes.” 

Doctor Tanish nodded, pulled out a piece of paper and began to write. “She has three fractured ribs and another one that was popped out of socket, but it’s back now. Her toe was also broken; that’s been splinted. There was some minor internal bleeding, but that’s been addressed. The thing I’m most worried about is that bullet in her back.”

Bile rose on Thomas’ tongue. “Is it that bad?”

“Well, it was already something that could cause chronic pain and difficulty walking. Now that it’s been agitated, the muscles around it have swollen which would lead to temporary paralysis. Honestly, I’m surprised she’s up and around at all.” He tore the paper of a small notepad and handed it to Thomas, “I’ll have medication waiting to be picked up by the end of the day. I’d get it here earlier, but she insisted that she wouldn’t take opium. Under no circumstances let her walk.”

Thomas nodded dumbly, not exactly sure how to process all the information, but as the doctor left he glanced down at the paper. Detailed instructions were scrawled out in handwriting that was little better than chicken scratch. Luckily, John’s scrawl was also atrocious, and if Thomas could read that, he could read anything.

The door was left open. As he looked at it’s gaping maw, something inside him wanted to run. If he didn’t go in, she would once again become a ghost that haunted his memories. He wouldn’t have to face the words he’d said that night, or back then. 

He took a deep breath and walked in. Thomas was a Shelby after all.

〜

Y/N had stopped paying attention to the doctor a while ago. Between the war and her childhood, she’d gone through all this before. Pol on the other hand looked like she was having a rough time. At one point Y/N even caught herself reaching out to hold the older woman’s hand.

“It’s going to be fine, Pol.” Her voice didn’t even quiver.

Pol nearly jumped out of her skin. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

Y/N flashed her a wicked grin. “Eh, getting hurt comes with the territory.”

“With knowing Tommy.” Pol’s gaze fell. A deep sadness had made a home for itself. It was in the small things. Her posture, her subtle frown, but most of all her eyes. Eyes that Y/N suspected had seen too many people die.

She gave a small tug to get Pol’s attention. “Actually, I was a bastard long before I met Thomas.” Pol’s brows furrowed so she continued, “Da wasn’t exactly a law abiding citizen. Hell, if I’d been a man I’d probably be in the same position as Thomas.”

A silence settled between them as they both came to terms with Y/N’s past. The doctor didn’t seem to care much about what was said around him. He only spoke to instruct Y/N to move. 

Finally Pol spoke, “While I don’t doubt the legitimacy behind your claim, you have,” she paused searching for the right words, “a certain level of education that isn’t typically available to people of our status.”

Y/N shrugged and immediately got scolded by the doctor. “Over-achieving bastard child. Not much else to it.”

Pol leveled her with a knowing gaze but enough had been shared that night. For the rest of the evening they either chatted idly or Pol dozed. The continuous attention was starting to wear Y/N out even beyond her limits.

She vaguely wondered if she was going soft after the war. Then she remembered that she’d been traipsing around town, got kidnapped, beat to hell and walked back on her own. Y/N allowed herself a small smile. Today was a productive day.

“It’ll take a couple months for your ribs and toe to heal but they’ll do it with little assistance. You must stay off your feet however. Especially if you ever want to walk again.” Doctor Tanish’s voice startled Y/N out of her thoughts.

She glanced at Pol’s dozing figure before replying, “I’ve beaten those odds before. But I’ll try not to push my luck.”

He gave her a curt nod and left.

Y/N glanced around the room, grimacing as she remembered that her flat was upstairs. She also had no way to pay for it now until she was healthy enough to work again.

A soft knock got her attention. There by the door was Thomas, peeking his head through as if he were walking into her bed chamber not his office.

“How are you holding up?” Deep circles had carved themselves underneath his eyes. His already drawn features took on a more extreme form in the dim candlelight.

Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off him. “I’m doing pretty well, all things considering. I might need help upstairs, though.”

Thomas cleared his throat before entering the room. He paused a moment to consider the best course of action. Then with little warning he simply picked her up. She bit back a startled yelp, clinging to Thomas as he moved easily with her in his arms.

“Tommy!” she hissed. Y/N couldn’t properly lift her arms to wrap them around him securely, so she clung to the front of his shirt with all she had. Her knuckles turned white instantly.

He simply chuckled. “I think that’s the first time you’ve called me ‘Tommy’ since you got back. Maybe I should pick you up more.”

Y/N could already feel her ears heating up. “Don’t try and distract me with flirting.”

“Why not? It usually works.”

She didn’t reply as they reached her room. With horror she realized that her key was still in the pocket of her jacket. Which was probably in the back of some copper’s car.

Thomas seemed to read her mind, “You don’t have the key anymore do you?”

She shook her head.

He gently set Y/N down, careful not to jostle her. Then produced a pair of lockpicks, making quick work of the shoddy lock. A few moments later Y/N was sinking into her mattress slowly. 

Thomas kneeled beside her. She couldn’t see him; the darkness clouded his features. He reached out, fingertips the barest touch against her skin, to brush her hair out of her face.

Y/N would later blame the overall shittiness of the day for what she did next. She leaned into the touch. Her own hand reached up to cup his and press it to her lips. Thomas froze. But he didn’t pull away.

“Y/N.” His voice was gravilier than usual.

She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, but it felt like all the years that had been lost came back to life in seconds, all at once. Something between them had faded over time. Now was the first time either of them had actually reached back out for it. It was a tenderness they’d never let the world see. A secret of the trenches. A dream of what could be. 

Eventually, the spell broke, and she released her hold on him. At first he didn’t pull away. Then he stood, ending the moment all too quickly.

Thomas cleared his throat, “I...I need to head out. If I catch you on your feet, I swear I’ll send Aunt Pol after you.” 

Y/N chuckled, and pretended her smile was as genuine as she wanted it to be. “I’ll have to be careful and make sure you don’t catch me then.”

He rolled his eyes as he closed the door behind him.

Y/N let the darkness envelope her as she rolled onto her back. Her movements were stiff with pain. Exhaustion seeped into her joints and with Thomas gone there was nothing left to distract her. 

For the first time since it’d happened she let her mind wander over the events of the day, a sob ripped itself from her throat. Then another. She pressed the palm of her hand into her mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle herself. But Y/N couldn’t stop the tears from streaming like trails of fire down her cheeks.

[katsukisbimbo]

Fight Me

✯ Hashibira Inosuke x Strong! Fem! Reader

✯ genre: crack!!!! kind of strangers-to-friends-to-lovers au? kinda ooc characters but it do be like dat

✯ summary: inosuke likes girls that can put him in his place

✯ wordcount: 2.0k +

note: this was a request by @ahegaoapril sorry if it took me so long to write it!! i had to rewatch some of kny to get the events right but i hope you enjoy!!

- okay so

- you first met tanjirou when you were making your way to the drum house

- you saw that he was a fellow demon slayer so why not stick with each other yknow

- teamwork makes the dream work

- “hi i’m y/l/n y/n!! what’s your name??”

- “i’m kamado tanjirou!! how old are you??” you tell him your age and luckily you guys were close to each other’s ages

- omg!!

- new bffs

- but then you could sense the presence of a demon coming from the box tanjirou was carrying on his back

- and he’s like

- ruh roh

- o.o

- “aHHhsjd you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to!! feel free to tell me whenever you’re ready!!”

- and he’s just uwuing

- because wow you’re so nice

- he’s gonna l o v e being your friend

- on your way up the mountain you see a blonde simp trying to harass a girl into marrying him

- sigh

- simps

- you notice that he’s wearing the demon slayer uniform

- ‘do they accept just anyone in the demon slayers’

- you and tanjirou make your way over to them and try to pull the simp off of the poor girl

- “hEY gEt off hEr rIghT nOw”

- “please marry me i’m so weak please i need you to protect me you’re so beautifu-“

- you grab the weirdo and fling him away from the girl

- she thanks you and starts being the crap out of him and honestly you couldn’t find the kindness in yourself to stop her

- eh

- it ez what it ez

- he goes on crying about how he was weak and how he needed a wife until

- “EHHHHH WHO IS THIS BEAUTY YOU’RE WITH HUH TANJIROU? HUH WHO IS SHE? YOU PUSHED MY FUTURE WIFE AWAY BECAUSE YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR OWN GSHSJSDJDBX-“

- but before he could go on you shoved him onto the floor making him eat dirt (poor baby)

- time skip becuase zenitsu is too chaotic

- you guys made your way up the mountain

- whew

- you need to work out more

- y/n’s stamina said: no

- after you guys got to the drum house you saw two little kids crying and hugging each other but suddenly a kid fell out the window

- you turned to shield the kids’ eyes so that they wouldn’t be able to see

- you, tanjirou, and zenitsu made your way inside of the house, sensing berko is demons on your way in

- you sadly got seperated from zenitsu and tanjirou

- sigh

- what nOW

- and you suddenly see a fucking guy with a boar mask

- “HAHAAHAHAHSAIAH”

- whAT THE FUCK

- RUN GET OUT OF THERE WHAT IS THAT

- luckily it just breezes past you and goes on a rampage

- ...

- when you got out you saw a beaten up zenitsu shielding tanjirou’s box from the boar mans relentless kicks

- oh no

- you fly into action and kick the shit outta the boar man

- but tanjirou suddenly comes out and yells at you to stop and that demon slayers weren’t allowed to raise their blades against one another

- who said that you were gonna be fighting with swords

- “sTOP Y/N-CHAN YOU’LL GET HURT”

- “IDC BITCH I DIDN’T CHOOSE THE THUG LIFE THE THUG LIFE CHOSE ME”

- “the hate u give little infants fucks everyone” -2pac

- y/n: *proceeds to beat the shit out of the boar dude and successfully knocks him out with one kick to the back of its head”

- ...

- pending....

- loading....

- after inosuke woke up he threatened to beat the shit out of you but you just ignored him and continued to help tanjirou and zenitsu bring the bodies back outside

- after burying everyone, you guys decided to make your way to the wisteria house to get some rest and heal up

- on the way there and during your stay there inosuke wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone

- “hEY YOU FIGHT ME”

- “no”

- “wHY NOT”

- “cuz i’m stronger than you, you’ll just hurt yourself. we’re here to rest”

- cue inosuke screaming and lunging at you

- but nah you weren’t bout it

- you simply side stepped and turned to jump inosuke and pin him down

- “give it up pretty boy”

- *boomboom*

- huh

- what was this

- why did inosuke feel his heart beat a little faster

- what was this feeling

- eh

- he’s probably just hungry

- ...

- you, inosuke, and tanjirou are currently battling the spider dad

- “tANJIROU WHAT IS THAT”

- “i DONT KNOW”

- both tanjirou and inosuke make a move to slash at spider daddy’s arms but they were too tough, you quickly ran towards them successfully slashing the demons right arm

- “hOWD YOU DO THAT?!!!? HIS SKIN WAS SO HARD”

- “and? life is hard, but you get through it”

- wise words by y/l/n y/n

- life do be hard doe

- anyways

- inosuke felt his heart beat a little faster in his chest,,,what did that mean?? is he tired or something?? but why did seeing you cut spider daddy’s arm make his heart go boom boom

- as the battle goes on, tanjirou was yEETED to the next dimension, leaving only you and inosuke to fight against daddy long legs

- “DONT DIE BOTH OF YOU”

- hah as if you’d die without confessing to inosuke

- huh

- wait what

- yOU LIKE INOSUKE

- hehe

- your thoughts are suddenly interrupted when spidaddy suddenly lunges at you but you were luckily able to get out of the way

- “oI PAY ATTENTION”

- “SHUT UP BAKANOSUKE”

- :(

- after some time inosuke was able to slice through arachne daddy’s arms but it suddenly ran away

- “oi inosuke lets go”

- boom boom

- there it was AGAIN

- maybe he needed to see a doctor

- you follow the demon only to see it shedding its skin and regaining its arm back

- what the fuck

- eND ME NOW

- you glance at inosuke but he isn’t budging

- you’re suddenly filled with fear when you realize that inosuke was accepting the fact that he was going to be defeated

- you were about to yell at him until

- “no way am i going to lose. i’m hashibira inosuke of the demon slaying corps!”

- whew

- you let inosuke take the lead as you knew that he was filled with new determination to kill this demon and get you two to safety

- but when the demon got its hands on inosuke you were suddenly filled with an immeasurable amount of rage

- you lunged at the demon and stabbed your blades into both of its shoulders

- it let out a piercing scream as you dig your blades even further into its flesh

- but suddenly a flash and inosuke was on the floor with the demons arms

- you turned your head and saw the water pillar, tomioka giyuu

- “gIyUU-SAN thank god!! could you please finish him off? i need to fix inosuke up” and he just nods at you and gets crack-a-lackin

- he defeats spider daddy in a span of 2 seconds while you and inosuke are mesmerized by his skill and technique

- as he makes his way deeper in the woods he is stopped by inosuke calling out to him

- “HOLD UP FIGHT ME MISMATCHED HAORI”

- and at that point you were too tired and exhausted to listen to inosuke or to baby sit him

- so you knock him out and smile sheepishly at giyuu

- after giyuu left, all the exhaustion seeps into your bones causing you to pass out right on top of inosuke, making you unconsciously snuggle into his chest

- GOSH THATS CUTE

- by the time you wake up you were already at shinobu’s butterfly estate. surprisingly you were the first one up from your friends

- you looked at the bed beside yours and saw that you were in between zenitsu and inosuke

- you slowly slipped out of bed and sat on inosuke’s

- dumbass still had his mask on

- you slowly examine his body to see how his wounds were healing and they were healing pretty well

- you moved your hands to touch his own, feeling how warm and rough they were from long hours of practicing his swordsmanship

- “ehem”

- GEHSJDJ

- you quickly drop inosuke’s hand and turn your head to see a short armed zenitsu smirking at you

- “iTS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I WAS JUST WORRIED OK STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT SIMP”

- “hehe you like him don’t you”

- >:)

- “and if i do? what about it?”

- 0o0

- zenitsu didn’t think that you’d actually admit it

- “hey, there’s nothing wrong with liking him. it’s normal. you guys would be cute together”

- “i-i s-shUT UP,,, but thanks zenitsu,,, do you really think he’d like me back though?”

- “of course he does y/n, you’re strong beautiful, intelligent, and skilled! he’d be stupid to not like you”

- aWH

- zenitsu could be really cute sometimes

- but what you two didn’t know was that inosuke was awake the w h o l e time

- and he was BLUSHING so HARD under his mask omg

- ceo of tomatoes

- this was yours and zenitsu’s little secret

- after all of you had healed up you noticed that inosuke was a little clingier towards you

- whenever you guys ate he would give you a piece of HIS tempura and he never does that???

- and whenever you two are sparring he always has this look in his eye, like he was looking at something so precious to him

- eh maybe it was just the lighting

- he wouldn’t have feelings for you

- was what you thought until you overheard the three musketeers talking

- “kentaro,,, is it normal for my heart to go really fast when i see y/n?? she’s really strong and i really like that. i love fighting with her and i wanna be as strong as her. but whenever we fight i get chest pains and my tummy feels weird. am i sick?”

- and zenitsu and tanjirou are just like

- ‘r u an idiot lol’

- but this is inosuke

- “listen inosuke, i think you like y/n,, maybe even love her,,”

- wHA

- bruh you’re being punkd tell the cameras to come out right now

- this has to be a JOKE

- before you could stop yourself your body already made its way into the room they were in and slid the door open

- *bANG*

- and suddenly the three of them are jumping into the air

- but when they see that it’s you, zenitsu and tanjirou make their way out, leaving you and inosuke by yourselves

- “so i hear-“

- “i think i love you”

- what

- the

- fuck

- did he just say he loved you

- or did you have some sort of brain damage

- sOMEONE PAGE SHEPHERD

- “i think you’re really pretty and you’re so strong that you don’t even seem to break a sweat when you kick my ass. i really like fighting with you but when i do,, looking at you makes me feel all weird and tingly”

- 0.0

- you suddenly lunge at inosuke and hug him and he hesitantly puts his arms around you

- “i think i love you too bakanosuke”

- cue tanjirou and zenitsu cheering

- “i still won’t go easy on you when we’re sparring though”

- “good, i don’t want you to”

[avarkriss]

Bend Over and Swallow

A Javier Peña x Female Reader Fanfic

Rated E for Explicit , 18+ only

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: You have the hiccups, and Javier has a… creative way to help you get rid of them. 

Warnings: cursing, groping, teasing (verbal and sexual), age gap (not much), mentions of masturbation (M), oral (F/M recieving), fingering (F recieving), unprotected sex (sex is cleaner with a packaged weiner), Javier being sassy, a lil bit of feelings, uhh biting (light) and swallowing 

Author’s Note: I can’t explain how much fun this was to write. I wanted to finish this one-shot before the series I’m working on gets started. In a shocking plot twist this has no oral fingering because I needed to calm my personal kink *just a bit.* As always, leave me a comment or like/reblog if you can, your feedback is always appreciated! 

It was game night at your apartment which meant Steve, Connie, and Javier had come by to relax after a long work week. The game of choice was Jenga, and you were certain you would win. After placing a particularly challenging block you breathed in a huge breath of air, and took a swig of your beer in celebration. Unfortunately, you drank too much too soon and started the most embarrassing round of hiccups you have ever experienced. 

Laughter filled the apartment and you felt Javier’s large, warm hand fall onto your shoulder. He leaned forward to (poorly) whisper in your ear. “Bend over and swallow.” Steve and Connie both eyed Javier, and you turned to stare at him. 

“Wha-*hic* the fuck-*hic* are yo-*hic* on abou-*hic*.” His proximity and affection were spreading a warmth over your body that you desperately wanted to lean in to, but the hiccups catching in your throat and the company across the table had other ideas. 

“Yeah Javi,” Steve chortled, “why don’t you share with the class exactly what you mean?” He raised his eyebrow and Connie stifled a laugh. They both clearly knew something that you didn’t, but you were honestly too embarrassed to care. 

Javier got up from the table and returned with a cup of water which he set in front of you. He cocked his head while he looked at you and said “Being that I am, as you say, an old man, I’ve learned a few tricks. You take a gulp of water, then slowly bend over, slowly swallow, and slowly stand back up again. Hiccups gone – my guarantee.” 

Steve’s mouth dropped across the table and Connie smacked his chin. You were about to protest when another hiccup bubbled up and you figured that trying his advice couldn’t possibly make the situation any worse, so you decided to try his little routine. 

You stood and took a large drink of the water, feeling Javier’s eyes trace the droplet that left the corner of your mouth and ran down your neck, coming to a stop in your cleavage. When you started to bend at the waist, Javier put his hand on the small of your back. 

“Bend slower, doll. You want it to be as slow as you can so it works right.“ 

You heard Steve choke again and whisper something to Connie. “Well,” she said as she clapped her hands, “it’s getting late and you’re in this… situation so we’re going to head back to ours and uh, see ya later!" 

You stopped mid-bend to wave goodbye to your friends, then turning to look at Javi and quivering your eyebrow when he made no moves to leave. 

He shook his head at you. "Can’t leave you here with the hiccups, that would be just rude." 

You rolled your eyes and focused on your slow bend down, letting the tips of your fingers brush along the floor. You heard Javier’s voice behind you - "Good now swallow, but as slowly as you can." 

You did, and you felt him move to stand behind you placing his other hand on your back as well. He moved his hands to your sides, rubbing small circles into your flesh. "Now stand up. Slowly." 

You exhaled and slowly stood up, relishing the feeling of Javier’s hands on your hips. When you finally stood straight you felt Javier nuzzle into your neck. "How do you feel now?" 

You took a breath in and slowly breathed out. "I can’t believe that fucking worked,” you sighed, happy to be free of the hiccups and enjoying the warmth of Javier’s hands. 

“I told you, and it double worked. Triple even. You’ve got no hiccups, Steve and Connie left, and by the way I see it, I think you owe me a favor." 

You felt him smirk against the crook of your neck and his hands began to spread out, reaching to hold you across the stomach. 

"Actually Javi, by my count, we’re now even on favors,” you tittered, dragging the tips of your fingers across the golden skin of his arm. 

His grip tightened around you and he dropped his voice to a low whisper at the base of your ear, the edge of a growl hardening his words. “Oh yeah doll? How do you figure that, when I just gave you life saving advice." 

A soft laugh bubbled out of your lips as you leaned into him. "At work the other day I kindly advised you to fuck off, and judging by the noises I heard from the bathroom when I walked by, I’m certain you took my life saving advice." 

Javier’s thick baritone laugh filled your apartment and his grip loosened. You wiggled in his arms, turning to face him, as he began to draw his thumb up and down your back. "You’re right doll, guess we are even. I could give you more of my old man advice if you do wanna owe m-" 

"Stop fucking talking Javier." 

As you were speaking you lifted an arm over his shoulder to grab him by the back of the neck, pulling him towards you and crashing your lips together. He grunted into your kiss and you rested your other palm on his cheek, feeling the way his face moved against yours as you tasted each other’s mouth. 

With a light nip of your lips Javier began to lift your shirt by the hem as you unbuttoned his dress shirt, shamelessly tracing his body with his fingers as you did. While he undid your bra you worked to untuck his white undershirt, wondering how this man was wearing so many clothes in a country this hot. 

Javier pressed heavy, wet kisses across your jaw and neck, rolling your nipples in his fingers as he worked your body closer to him again. You moaned softly and he rolled harder, swallowing your noises with his mouth. You both reached for each other’s pants at the same time, quickly shedding your underpants with them. 

When you palmed his hard cock you felt him twitch against you, lighting a fire in your belly and inciting a need to drop to your knees in front of him. As you sank down, his hand tangled into your hair and he tilted your head back to look into your lust blown eyes. "What are you up to doll?" 

"Well Javi,” you breathed, “I think I’m about to make your little fantasy come true." 

He moaned as you wrapped your lips around his head, swirling it in your mouth as you stroked the base of his cock with one hand, balancing yourself by putting the other on his thigh. His fist tightened in your hair as you moved up and down his length, savoring the salty taste of his precum mixing with your saliva. 

You flattened your tongue and licked a broad stip on the underside of his cock before hollowing your cheeks and taking him as deep into your throat as you could. Javier groaned at the sensation of the tip of his cock scraping against you and brought his second hand to your head, holding you still. 

He shuttered before slowly thrusting his hips, dragging himself between your plump lips. You swallowed around him and relaxed as much as you could, letting him take control of the pace while you moaned around him. 

You pushed on his thigh and started stroking him, sucking on the tip of his cock as he panted above you. "F-fuck, fuck doll your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hair, “but I wa-wanna be in-n you." 

You hummed around his cock before pulling off with a light pop, stroking him in your hand while you stood. You continued to tease the head of his cock with your thumb, earning a low growl from his chest. "I’ll let you in me Javi, but do you wanna see me swallow something more than water?" 

He fervently nodded yes and moaned deep and low as you licked him from the base of his cock to the head, taking him into your mouth while reaching up to cup his balls in your hands. The image of you on your knees nearly brought Javier to his, and he began to pant above you, "I’m g-gonna cum doll." 

You hummed again and sucked harder, allowing him to shove his cock to the back of your throat while he moaned his release. You swallowed all that he gave you, and licked him clean. Once you were satisfied you sat back, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him his cum was gone, happily swallowed into your belly. 

"Fuck,” Javier muttered before he grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you towards the table, walking two steps forward to have you sit on the edge. When you did he dropped to his knees in front of you, spreading your legs and putting them around his shoulders before licking his lips and kissing you straight on the clit. Your hands reached forward to grab the edge of the table, knuckles whitening as you gripped to keep from falling off. 

You moaned out as he sucked on your clit, being tickled by his facial hair as he traced small patterns around that sensitive nub of flesh. You jolted when you felt the rough pad of his index finger tease at your entrance, being quickly joined by the middle. 

Javier worked his fingers in and out of your tight pussy, now absolutely squelching with wetness as you moaned above him. When he reached that soft spot deep inside of you he rubbed against it, groaning at the feeling of your walls tightening around his fingers. With your pants of pleasure he knew you were close. 

While he dragged his fingers in and out of you, letting you feel every ridge of his knuckles, he lightly bit at your clit and sucked it hard into his mouth, bringing you to your release. His name tumbled out of your lips, mixed with curses and sighs of pleasure, coming hard as you fell back against the table. 

You felt him stand between your legs and you opened your eyes to see him licking his fingers clean of your wetness, entrancing you with one of his devilish smiles. When Javier decided he was finished he reached a hand behind your neck, helping you to sit up so he could plant a hard kiss to your mouth. 

As you kissed you tasted yourself all over his lips and tongue while feeling the head of his cock poking at your entrance. You maneuvered your hand between your bodies, grasping his cock to bring him to your dripping heat, eager to welcome him inside. 

He slowly pushed into you and you moaned into his mouth, letting your body relax around him. When you went to lean back, you smacked your elbow on the hard table top and cried out in pain. Javier instantly stilled and pulled out of you, and you whined your displeasure. 

“What hurts? Was it me?" 

"Love your modesty, Javi, but no. I hit my elbow on the table." 

He chuckled as he reached down to scoop you up, kissing your hairline. "Why don’t we mo-" 

Javier didn’t even have the chance to finish his thought before you were hopping off the table and running towards your bedroom, flinging yourself onto your bed. He sauntered in after you, crawling up your body and covering you in kisses. 

You arched you back under him as he palmed your breasts before leaning to pull your nipple in his teeth. While you mewled under him Javier lined his cock to your entrance and slowly pushed himself in, groaning at your tightness. 

As he pushed into you, you could feel every ridge of his hard cock. Every pulse sent a shiver up your spine and curled your toes, your sinful moans filling in the air. When he was buried to his hilt in your pussy you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, capturing his lips in yours while he continued to tweak at your breasts and nipples. 

When he finally began thrusting into you you threw your head back, opening your neck for Javier to begin placing dozens of kisses and sucking in a few small places so hard you were sure you would have a few marks in the morning. 

Your nails dug into his back while you held on to him, panting as he fucked deeply into your cunt. When he found that sweet spot again your pants turned into high pitched squeaks and Javier began to slowly roll his hips against you, rubbing his cock right over that delicate pleasure center, making you see stars in a way you never had before. 

"So, fuck, so fucking tight,” he breathed into your ear, voice heavy with lust. As your climax began to build higher and higher he started rocking against you once again, savoring that feeling of your walls clenching all around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust. You began to chant his name quietly at first, building in a crescendo as your pleasure approached its peak: “Javi, Javi, Javi, Jav-”

Your walls clenched so tightly around Javier’s cock that he began to see stars himself, nearing his own climax. Hearing you chant his name sounded like heaven, and he knew he’d have you again and again, and then maybe once more just for good measure. When your wave finally came crashing down you let out a silent scream, so full of pleasure your vocal cords couldn’t produce any noise. Your face twisting into a delectable o, and Javier found himself quickly coming apart. 

“W-where, doll, w-where can,” he panted into you, hips stuttering as he fucked you through your orgasm. “In me, please, in me,” you begged, pulling him tighter against you. 

After a few more strokes Javier was painting the inside of your body with thick ropes of white hot cum, his hips coming to a halt as he murmured your name against your skin. When he finally began to soften, he slipped out of you to get a clean washcloth from your bathroom. 

After cleaning you up Javier laid down next to you, pulling you against his chest and kissing the crown of your head. While you laid against each other, you started to play with Javier’s fingers. “So,” you began, feeling Javier shift to look at you a little more, “what is it that Steve and Connie know that I don’t know?” A knowing smirk graced your features when you turned to look at him, seeing him lightly blanch. 

“Steve uh… Steve heard me moan your name in the bathroom, which isn’t as soundproof as we all apparently think. You’re-” he cleared his throat- “all I’ve been thinking about lately and-" 

You cut him off with a kiss. You knew what he wanted to say - you felt it too. But the DEA wasn’t a place for feelings, at least not ones you talked about. 

"You really need to learn when to shut your fucking mouth, Javi” you muttered against his skin, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he laughed. He trailed his fingers up and down your back, listening to you sigh as you fell asleep. 

Of course when you woke up in the morning, he was gone. You tried so hard to fight the disappointment bubbling in your chest; you knew what kind of man Javier Peña was. He was a womanizing flirt. Someone that only cares about himself. Protective of his own interests. Emotionally unavailable. A complete and utter pendejo.  

You continued to mentally list all the reasons you should not be disappointed by the fact that he left and walked around your room to throw on some light pajamas. When you walked out of your bedroom, the smell of coffee flooded your senses and you whipped around, seeing Javier at your counter with two big mugs of coffee and wearing, by the looks of it, exactly nothing. 

He smirked at you from behind the counter. “Didn’t expect to see me, huh?" 

Apparently, you didn’t know him at all.

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

I've no idea if that works or not, but if it doesn't, it's one of the gifs in Mute where Luba meets Leo in the "red room" from Vousnavezrienvu. Could I please have an imagine where a fem! reader is sent by her friends to the parlor to Luba bc she needs to "loosen up" and she just wants to take it slow, but still wants sex. Hope you're having a good one.

Hopefully this gif does the trick as yours didn’t come through. Gif courtesy of @vousnavezrienvu

Sheehanoween!

Five Times

Luba x Fem!Reader Warnings: this is probably the smuttiest smut I have ever smutted. Just a lot of sex with a sex worker here. 

Your friends never let you live it down that you hadn’t had sex in almost a year. You were in postgraduate school studying for your Master’s degree in engineering, so you didn’t have time to date. They also never stopped teasing you over the fact that your last boyfriend was a boring bloke who only had sex in the missionary position with the lights off.

I really need to stop telling my friends about my sex life-- or lack thereof, you thought to yourself as your taxi zoomed through the dark and glittering streets. It was your birthday, and your friends had promised you quite a surprise.

You pulled up in front of a very nondescript building with no signage. You all climbed out of the taxi, and your friend Gerta hooked her arm through yours, leading you toward the building. “First stop, we’ve booked you a special massage.”

“A massage?” you said, eyeing the building dubiously. “This doesn’t look legit.”

“Oh, it’s something,” Greta replied with a chuckle. “Go on, your appointment is in just a few minutes. We’ll see you after!”

Your friends waved and called well wishes to you as you slowly entered the building. You walked into a dull reception area where a woman stood behind the counter. She looked up from her book with an inquisitive eyebrow cocked.

“Hello,” you said hesitantly. “I have an appointment?”

The woman nodded. “Down the hall, third door on the left.”

“Uh, okay,” you said, and headed down the hall. You entered the room and saw that it was clearly a boudoir, appointed with red furnishings and rather seductive decor. “Goddamn you Gerta,” you mumbled under your breath as you closed the door behind you.

“Who is Gerta?” said a smooth voice from the other side of the room. You jumped in surprise at the sound.

The owner of the voice materialized from the shadows, catlike in their movements, lean muscles poured into skin-tight leather pants. Your breath caught at the sight.

“Did I startle you? Forgive me,” the creature purred as they approached you.

“No, it’s...it’s alright,” you stammered.

“You seem frightened,” they said. “Relax. You can call me Luba.”

“Okay, Luba…” you said. “The thing is, that my friends did this and I’m not sure that this is what I want, and--”

Luba stopped you. “You didn’t know what you were walking into? Oh you have interesting friends. Nevertheless, you should give me a try. You might enjoy yourself. In fact,” Luba stepped up to you so they were looking down on you, close enough that you could feel the warmth emanating from their bare chest, “if you stay, I will make you come five times.”

You huffed out a laugh. “Wha-- five times? I don’t...um…”

Luba stopped your stammering with their mouth, which they pressed to yours firmly, soft lips opening. They cupped the back of your head and leaned into the kiss, and your jaw opened widely to accommodate the deepness of it, and you couldn’t help but sigh into it. It really had been so long since you’d been with anyone.

Luba broke the kiss and looked down with heavy-lidded eyes. “Is that a yes then?”

You nodded, swallowing anxiously.

“Take off your clothes and lay back on the bed,” Luba commanded.

You hastily shed your clothes, feeling shy, and you attempted to cover your nakedness as you laid down on the bed, curling around yourself.

Luba sat next to you. “I won’t rush you,” they said softly. “But by the end you won’t be feeling shy anymore.”

You smiled in response, and then Luba kissed you again. Your tongues danced together as you began to relax, and you closed your eyes. You were beginning to melt into it when you felt Luba’s fingers on your sex, softly at first; teasing. The kiss became more passionate as their fingers found your clit, which they rubbed and circled and you moaned at the sensation. Luba stopped rubbing your clit to gently slide two fingers into you, and they slowly pumped them, gathering the slickness from your arousal, and then they began to pump faster. You broke the kiss to gasp, “fuck!” before Luba’s mouth crashed back onto yours, cutting off your moans as they began to finger fuck you roughly, and you could feel the pleasure building like a cresting wave. It built, and built, and built until it finally crashed down and over you, and you rode out your first orgasm on Luba’s fingers, your strangled squeals muffled by their lips.

Lube broke the kiss and smiled down to you. “That’s one. Are you loosening up now darling?”

“Yes,” you panted, and you noticed you no longer had the desire to curl around yourself to hide your nakedness.

“Good,” Luba said, and got up from the bed. They walked over to a dresser and rummaged in a drawer, pulling out a metal vibrator. They returned to the bed, and gently pulled you by the legs so you were laying at the edge of the mattress. Luba spread your legs, and knelt before you on the floor. They leaned forward and licked up the length of your slit, pausing to flick your clit with their tongue. They repeated this pattern for a little while before Luba closed their mouth over the bundle of nerves, alternately sucking and flicking with their tongue. You threw your head back and gasped, and Luba reached one long arm up to massage your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple with their fingers, and you felt your next climax approaching, stronger this time. You bucked your hips and dug your fingers into their silver blonde hair as you came, and your legs collapsed, shaking.

“That’s two,” Luba said as they licked your moisture off their lips. You were flat on your back and panting with your eyes closed when you heard a small click and the telltale whirring of the vibrator. You looked up to see Luba’s eyes fixed on yours as they slid the cold metal into you. Having already climaxed twice you were very sensitive, and the sensation made you cry out loudly. “Oh fuck! God!”

Luba again bent to suck on your clit as the vibrator sank into your depths, and you arched your back and cried out again and again as Luba worshiped your cunt. They held the vibrator steadfast so that it assaulted your inner g-spot, and it was in this manner that you came undone a third time, and each time was more powerful than the last.

“I believe that was three,” Luba smiled, and climbed onto the bed to kiss you. “Are you doing alright love?” They said gently.

“Oh yes,” you said, your voice hoarse. “Oh yeah, I’m doing just fine.”

Luba chuckled as they stood and peeled off their leather pants, stepping out of them, revealing the rest of their lean, toned form and impressive cock, which was standing at attention. They got a condom off the nightstand and tore the wrapper with their teeth, rolling on the rubber in a quick fluid motion. “I’m going to fuck you now,” they said, and you nodded wordlessly.

Luba climbed onto you and hoisted your legs over their shoulders, leaning forward and folding you against yourself tightly. They reached down to test your wetness with their fingers and, being satisfied, they grasped their cock and pushed into you fully, stretching you in a way you have never been stretched.  They hit depths that have never been reached, and they circled their hips in acclimation before beginning to thrust. The sensation was mind-blowing and you moaned as Luba began to fuck you roughly, their hips slamming into yours at a punishing pace. Your moans became full blown cries as you reached around to claw at Luba’s back, and they hissed and gasped at the combination of pleasure and pain. A ball of white-hot ecstasy was building in your core, and it wasn’t long before the most powerful orgasm you had ever had hit you, leaving you a sputtering mess shaking on the bed.

Luba slowed their pace, letting your legs slide off their shoulders and they fucked you slowly as they nuzzled your neck, nibbling and kissing gently. After a short while, they stopped.

“That’s four. Now roll over,” Luba said, pulling out of you, and you complied; rolling over onto your stomach before raising yourself up on all fours. You turned your head to watch Luba slide into you again, and the sight alone was so arousing that you moaned, and then you screamed as Luba began fucking you, the pair of you rutting like beasts. Their pelvis slapped your ass audibly, and you grunted and cried out repeatedly as Luba pumped into you.  You had never been stretched like that, never felt such pleasure, never felt so completely free.

As your next orgasm overtook you, tears spilled down your cheeks as you screamed. You thought you had just had your best orgasm, but this one took its place. Luba’s thrusts grew erratic as they arrived at their own climax, and the two of you collapsed on the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, breathing heavily. 

Luba pulled off the condom and tossed it in the bin beside the bed, and then they rolled over to spoon you. “How was that, darling? Are you feeling better?”

“Luba, that was the best sex I’ve ever had.” you sighed, and you meant it. “What do we do now? Should I go?”

“You have me for an hour, and I’ve just given you five orgasms in half that time,” they said, and chuckled softly. Luba turned your head with their fingers so they could plant a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We have a little while if you want to fool around some more, or we can just lay here and talk.”

“Let’s see what I have the strength for,” you replied, and the two of you laughed together as you snuggled closer.

******

Your friends were standing outside and sharing a smoke as you exited the building, walking a little unsteadily on your heels. 

“Well,” Gerta said when she spotted you. “How was it? Oh my god girl, you can’t walk straight.”

“Best. Birthday. Ever,” you said dreamily as your friends clapped and whooped. “And,” you continued, “I got a bonus.”

“Yeah? What?” Gerta asked.

You held up a little white card. “I got their number!”

Your friends gaped at you. “Look at you,” Gerta breathed. “Could our shy little gal actually be dating a professional?”

“Let’s just say I’m not very shy anymore,” you said, and you headed off into the night with your friends.