#writing this with my head hung and tail between my legs

[jezebelblues]

I just started following you a while ago and I love your work so much, I was even considering restarting my blog to write!

I was wondering, can I request something about the reader being a college student? And maybe harry is taking a break from touring and writing music. He’d probably try to make jokes and distract her sometimes, but he’d also want her to teach him stuff and debrief after class. He might even get serious about her study sessions and be super quiet, but also bring her snacks here and there.

If you get to write this, thank you sm!! 😊

lady grinning soul | h.s

summary: see request ^ basically that, but it’s a slight au because harry isn’t tooooo famous in this

| thank u anon <3 ur too sweet. i hope u got back into writing

cw: fem!reader, unedited. bf!harry, lhh

word count: approx 4.4k

| sorry this took so long to get to! i’ve been in a slump. i hope you don’t mind either that i made him more of an up-and-coming artist rather than the fame he has today :^) lhh just felt right for this too he’s so bf

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"you did what?" YN laughed, her fingers coated in the smooth, familiar feel of one of harry's leave-in conditioners as she worked it into his damp curls, gently coaxing through knots and tangles that told stories of long nights and late shows.

harry sat on on leg while the other hung lazily off her bed, shirtless, his skin glistening faintly under the dim dorm lights, still cool and damp from his shower. a well-worn towel hung low on his hips, clinging to him in soft folds, and he twisted the silver ring on his index finger, flashing that crooked, boyish grin that still managed to make her heart skip.

"yes—water," he said, a hint of pride in his voice as he looked up at her through dark lashes. "poured it right into the crowd. they went mental."

she chuckled, focusing on a particularly stubborn knot as his head tipped back, giving her a better angle. "do i even want to know why you did that?"

"beer," he replied simply, with a lazy shrug and a mischievous glint in his eye. he shifted, turning to face her fully, the mattress giving a soft creak under his weight as he adjusted. "they were flinging beer at me, so i figured it was fair game. bit of payback," he said with a smirk, his voice deepening in that low, conspiratorial way that she adored.

her lips tugged into a soft smile as she leaned in, her eyes tracing the ink on his skin, pausing over the small mermaid tail curling near his elbow. she felt the room go still for a beat, her fingers just barely grazing his tattooed arm. "tell me more?" she murmured, barely above a whisper.

but instead of answering, he caught her hand in his own, his thumb brushing over her knuckles as he brought her palm up, pressing it gently against the warm, bare skin just below his left breastbone. his expression softened, and his voice dipped, tender and a little unsteady. "was thinking–right here. your initial." his gaze searched hers, a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes that made her heart skip, lingering between them in a way that left her breathless.

a small, breathy laugh escaped her as she drew her hand back, fingers trailing down his chest as she settled back on the bed, her heart fluttering with that same familiar warmth that only he could draw out of her. "about the show, styles," she chided, though her cheeks had warmed at the idea. it was all she could do to keep her voice steady, even as that look in his eyes held her captive, that glimmer of something deeper, something unspoken.

with a lazy grin, he slumped back on her bed, folding his arms behind his head as if he owned every inch of this tiny dorm room. he was still her harry—the one who'd lean against her door at ungodly hours after a gig, smelling faintly of stale smoke and beer, his voice barely a murmur as he recounted the night's little victories and mishaps. but there was something else in his eyes tonight, an edge softened by the dim light, his hand inching toward hers, fingers grazing against hers.

he gave her a dramatic sigh, pretending to be exasperated, but she could see the way his eyes lit up, the pride he tried to hide. "alright, picture this—tiny, cramped stage, lights barely working, and a crowd that's already three drinks too deep."

she chuckled, already seeing it. "sounds like your crowd."

"my exact type.” he hummed, eyes glimmering. "i was halfway through kiwi when this guy in the front row starts singing louder than me. like, absolutely shouting every word—more like repeating guess, i don’t think he knew the lyrics—didn't care if he was off-key or not."

"oh no," she gasped, theatrics, biting back a grin. "how did you handle that?"

"well, first i tried to ignore him. y'know, be professional and all." he raised his chin, like he was already picturing himself on a real stage. "but then he threw his beer in the air, and half of it hit me, so i thought, why not join him?"

she felt the words settle over her, a quiet intimacy that wrapped around them, thick and warm. she let herself lean into him, their knees brushing, her hand finding his and lacing their fingers together. here, in this cocoon of her dimly lit dorm room, the outside world faded. it was just him-her’s, with his rough edges, inked skin, and soulful eyes that held a thousand unspoken promises.

"so," she murmured, her thumb tracing slow circles over his knuckles, "it was a good show then?"

a soft laugh escaped his lips, his eyes dancing as he looked at her. "good? better than good, baby." he said, a certain fire in his voice as he recalled the night. "place was packed-should've seen it. they might've only been there for the drink deals, but by the time we hit the first chorus, they were in it." he paused, a flicker of excitement lighting up his face as he leaned closer. "even had this one bloke shouting for an encore, practically begged us not t’leave."

she could see the pride, the kind that was so uniquely his—modest, but bursting at the seams, a quiet confidence that only she got to witness in moments like this. her heart swelled, and she squeezed his hand. "sounds like a big deal," she teased, her voice softening as she held his gaze. "next thing i know, you'll be playing to actual crowds, not just randoms at pubs."

"don't tease me," he chuckled, nudging her gently with his shoulder. "could happen. could be my big break, y'know? today, it's a back alley pub with sticky floors—tomorrow, a real venue." he looked at her, his expression shifting from playful to something quieter, almost vulnerable. "maybe even a place you'd be proud to be seen at."

she shook her head, her voice barely above a whisper. "h, i'm already proud of you." and she meant it—down to the core of her. there was a strength in his persistence, his dreams kept alive by late nights and small crowds, his music spilling into the shadows of empty bars and dim lights. it was the kind of resilience most people never understood, but it was something she loved about him, something that made him feel like home.

his hand shifted, cupping her face gently, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he searched her eyes. "how'd i get so lucky, yeah?" he murmured, almost as if to himself. he looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time, the weight of the night lingering between them, the quiet promise of everything they'd built together.

she tilted her face into his touch, eyes fluttering closed as she breathed him in-the faint smell of his shampoo, mingling with the scent of rain from outside and something warm, something distinctly him. her hand found his chest, fingertips resting over the steady beat of his heart.

"can i stay tonight?" he asked softly, his voice a low murmur against the backdrop of their shared silence.

she nodded, her lips brushing over his knuckles as she squeezed his hand. "wouldn't want you anywhere else."

with that, he leaned forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like a thousand words, soft and slow, as if they had all the time in the world. harry's hand slid from her cheek down to her neck, his fingertips tracing a delicate line along her collarbone, sending a soft shiver through her. the playful glint in his eye had shifted, replaced by something deeper, a heat she felt all the way down to her toes. he inched closer, the rough rasp of his stubble brushing her jaw as his lips found the soft skin just below her ear.

"you're staring," she murmured, voice low, a smile on her lips as her fingers traced along his shoulder, her touch grazing the edge of his tattoo.

"can't help it." he whispered, his voice low and rough, leaving no question about what he wanted. his fingers trailed down her back, pulling her just a little closer as his towel slipped dangerously low on his hips, clinging to him in a way that left little to the imagination. "s'not every day i get my girl all to myself, undistracted." his fingers slipped just beneath the hem of her shirt, his thumb stroking slow, lazy circles along her hipbone, sending a faint shiver up her spine.

she felt herself melting into him, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before wandering down to rest on his chest. his skin was warm, firm beneath her touch, and she felt the steady beat of his heart thrumming under her fingertips. just for a moment, she let herself get lost in it-the way his hands roamed, slow and sure, his lips brushing her neck, her jaw, her shoulder, each kiss igniting a trail of warmth.

but as his hands started to wander lower, his towel barely hanging on, she bit back a smile and placed her hand flat on his abdomen, feeling the firm, taut muscles tense under her touch. she let her fingers linger for a moment before giving him a light flick, snapping him out of the haze that had taken over.

he kissed his teeth, head snapping up, a shocked, slightly betrayed expression crossing his face as he met her gaze. she smirked, letting her eyes trail up and down him with a playful glint before meeting his eyes, her voice light and teasing.

"don't get too excited, styles. i've got an essay to write, remember?"

he blinked, looking adorably lost for a second, then let out a groan, throwing himself back on the bed in dramatic defeat, one arm flung over his face. "an essay, bunny? now?" he peeked at her from under his arm, a playful pout tugging at his lips. "you're really gonna make me lie here in agony while you write about... what? politics? shakespeare?"

"modern lit," she corrected, grabbing her laptop from the bedside table with a grin. she settled beside him, nudging his leg with her knee as he sighed in exaggerated frustration. "i'll make it up to you," she added, her voice sweet but her expression mischievous.

"is that right?" he asked, raising a brow, his mood instantly lightening as he leaned up on one elbow to watch her type. "what kind of 'make it up' are we talking, then?"

she rolled her eyes, though her smile softened.

"you're ridiculous, you know that?"

“mm-hm, i know,” he chuckled, unbothered. he kept his eyes trained on her as she adjusted the computer in her lap, fingers flying across the keys as she tried to ignore his gaze.

but she could already feel his fingers tracing idle patterns along her thigh, his head resting on her shoulder as he sighed dramatically, determined to make her work for it. “fine,” he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder, knowing she wasn’t going to let up. “but don’t say i didn’t warn you when i’m too tortured to focus on my next gig.”

she shook her head, grinning. “i think you’ll survive.” and despite his protests, she felt him settle beside her, his hand wrapped loosely around hers as he waited, patient and easy, for the essay to be done—and for the night to be theirs again.

after a few more minutes of him sighing and shifting beside her, nudging her leg with his knee, or letting his fingers brush distractingly over her shoulder, she finally gave him a pointed look. “lovey, come on. at least put some pants on,” she said, biting back a laugh as he gazed up at her with an exaggerated look of betrayal.

“y’sure baby?” he mumbled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a cheeky grin as he adjusted the towel around his waist, letting it dip low enough to reveal the line of his hip bones. he leaned in close, his face just inches from hers. “last chance to give up on that essay.”

she rolled her eyes, shoving him lightly as she tried to suppress a smile. “h. pants. now.”

he sighed dramatically, rolling off the bed and muttering under his breath as he crossed the room, as if she’d asked him to do something outrageous. “you’re cruel, you know that?” he grumbled, pulling on a pair of briefs, followed by his well-worn grey sweatpants. he shot her a mock glare as he snapped the waistband into place. “i hope that essay’s worth it,” he teased, flopping back down on the bed with another exaggerated groan.

but he couldn’t keep up the act for long. settling beside her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her snug against him as he leaned over her, his gaze shifting to the screen of her laptop. she felt him press a quick kiss to the side of her head, and then he tilted his head curiously, reading the words on her screen. “alright, genius. what’re we working on?”

she grinned, knowing his curiosity was genuine—harry was the only person who ever asked about her classes, who remembered the details of her projects, who even stayed up late to help her brainstorm ideas when she got stuck. “it’s for my modern lit paper,” she said, turning the laptop slightly so he could see the opening lines. “i’m writing about identity in contemporary poetry.”

his brow furrowed, and he gave a thoughtful hum. “identity, huh?” his fingers started playing with a strand of her hair, twisting it absently as he thought. it still smelt like her lavender shampoo. “so, like–how people see themselves? or how they think they should be seen?”

she nodded, feeling a warm flutter in her chest at the way he genuinely tried to understand. “yeah, lovey, exactly. it’s about how people present different versions of themselves, depending on the world around them. how sometimes people feel like they have to hide who they really are, or adapt, to fit in.”

he was quiet for a moment, his eyes thoughtful as he took that in, a small crease forming between his brows. “guess i know a bit about that,” he murmured, almost to himself, then gave her a soft smile. “makes sense, though. we’re all trying t’figure it out, right?”

she looked at him, her heart swelling at the way he always found a way to connect with her world, to show up and care. he wasn’t just the guy who played guitar in pubs and poured water over the crowd—he was thoughtful and reflective, her safe place and her biggest support. she reached out, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead, her gaze softening.

he met her eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched her type a few lines, completely relaxed against her side. “y’really like this stuff, don’t you?”

she nodded, feeling her cheeks warm. “i do. and i like that you care enough to ask.”

he grinned, his hand resting over hers on the keyboard. “wouldn’t miss it, bunny. i want to know it all. even the boring bits,” he teased, pressing another kiss to her temple. “so… what’s next? how do y’wrap this thing up?”

as she dove into her explanation, she felt him settle in closer, his head resting on her shoulder, eyes flicking back and forth between her face and the screen. and even though he’d begun the night wrapped in little more than that towel and mischief, there was something about the way he lay beside her now—calm, engaged, just there for her.

after a while, she tried to concentrate on the closing argument of her essay, but harry’s hand found a lock of her hair again, twirling it lazily around his finger, his touch warm and gentle. every so often, he’d place a quick, messy kiss on her cheek, or the side of her head, each one more dramatic than the last, until she couldn’t help but huff out a laugh, nudging him back.

“alright, enough with the distractions,” she muttered, shooting him a mock-stern look as he grinned back, clearly pleased with himself.

but he was relentless. when she referenced another poet, he piped up, a mischievous look in his eyes. “ah, yes, that guy,” he said, tone teasing as he tapped his chin as though he were deep in thought. “big fan. wrote that one poem about… feeling feelings, right?”

she rolled her eyes, biting back a laugh. “harry, i’m serious.”

“hey, i am too!” he replied, the grin on his face only widening. “poetry’s got layers, YN. all about emotions and metaphors.” he lifted an eyebrow, giving her a wink that made her want to laugh and push him off the bed all at once.

she groaned, turning back to her screen, though the smile tugging at her lips gave her away. despite his teasing, she knew he respected her work and thought she was smart, even if he pretended to be clueless just to get a rise out of her.

a few minutes passed, and she found herself stuck, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as she struggled to find the right words to tie everything together. she could feel harry’s gaze on her, his eyes flicking between her face and the screen, and right then, her stomach gave a loud, unmistakable growl.

harry’s eyebrows shot up, and a playful, knowing smirk crossed his face. “oh, is that how it is, then?” he said, nudging her gently. “i’m over here pouring my heart and soul into supporting you, and you’re starving yourself for art.”

she laughed, rolling her eyes as she tried to wave him off. “it’s fine, i just need to—”

but he was already halfway across the room, grabbing his phone with a sense of purpose, tapping away with single-minded determination. “nope, not happening. i’m ordering us food. you’re no good to me fainting on the job,” he teased, tossing her a grin as he started scrolling through options on doordash.

she watched him, warmth blooming in her chest at the sight of his focused expression as he debated between a few late-night favorites. his finger paused on the screen, and he shot her a look over his shoulder. “what are we feeling? i know goodfella’s is open late.”

she hummed, folding her arms and pretending to think. “their pizza sounds good.”

“perfect. what kind?” he asked, giving her that soft, endearing look that always managed to make her heart skip.

“surprise me,” she said, her eyes crinkling with a smile as he turned back to his phone, murmuring thoughtfully to himself as he made his selections.

once he’d ordered, he slid back beside her, his arm slipping around her shoulders, pulling her close as he planted a quick kiss on her forehead. “alright, aristotle. you’ve got about twenty minutes to wrap this up before the pizza gets here.”

she grinned, feeling a rush of renewed energy as she settled back into her laptop, his warmth beside her and the promise of food on the way. and as she typed out her final thoughts, she felt his hand come up to her hair again, his fingers working through her locks in a gentle rhythm as he leaned his chin on her shoulder, watching her with a soft smile.

“think you’re about to blow the rest of the class outta the water.” he muttered, his voice low and genuine, cutting through the playful teasing of earlier.

she paused, glancing over at him, her cheeks warming under his gaze. “you think so?”

he nodded, brushing his nose gently against her cheek. “definitely. i knew you were brilliant the first time i met you. just, you know, don’t forget me when you’re off being some lit professor with a fancy office and your own bookshelf in every bookstore.”

she laughed, shaking her head. “you’ll be playing stadiums by then, styles. i think you’ll be just fine.”

once harry met the driver outside of the dorm and made his way back up the stairwell to the second floor of her building, they sat cross-legged on the bed, the pizza box open between them, warm and smelling faintly of melted cheese and marinara. YN took a bite, savoring the comfort of it as they eased into the rhythm of their usual conversations. she told him stories about her classes—about the professor who insisted everyone call him by his first name and the girl who always argued with the readings in ways that both amused and baffled her. he listened intently, his eyes focused on her like she was the most fascinating person in the world, laughing at all the right moments, nodding as if every small detail mattered. and for harry, it did.

soon enough, the conversation shifted, and he told her stories from his recent gigs—how the second-to-last venue had practically been held together with duct tape, how he’d overheard some guy loudly claim he could “totally play guitar better than that dude.” she laughed at the way he imitated the voice, rolling his eyes in good-natured frustration. “seriously,” he groaned, grinning through a bite of pizza, “the heckling never stops, even when you’re playing to like, fifteen people.”

she nudged him with her knee, a smirk tugging at her lips. “just you wait, one day those fifteen people are going to turn into fifteen thousand, and that guy will still be standing there with his pint, going on about how he should be the one on stage.”

harry’s face softened, his gaze lingering on her. “you’re just saying that because you’re in love with me.”

“maybe,” she said with a wink, brushing a crumb off his cheek.

they fell into their easy banter, and soon enough, poetry came back up. she was telling him about one of the poets she was analyzing, the language they used and the intricate metaphors she was supposed to decipher, when harry raised a brow, an amused look crossing his face. “you’re talking like i don’t write poetry myself, you know.”

“oh, really?” she teased, leaning back with her arms folded, a skeptical look on her face. “let’s hear it, shakespeare.”

with a grin, he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his notes until he stopped on something, looking a bit sheepish but handing it over to her with a small smile. “here. latest masterpiece.” he joked with a shrug, though he seemed a bit nervous. “study it in your lit classes ‘n all that.”

she took his phone, her heart skipping a beat as she saw the title: adore you. her chest warmed as she started reading through the words. it wasn’t like the love poems she read for lectures, full of flowery language and convoluted metaphors. no, this was simple, but sincere—lines that felt raw, real, and vulnerable in a way that only he could make them. each line felt like a glimpse into him, into the parts of himself that he shared only with her, the quiet moments, the late nights, the laughter and gentle touches that only they knew.

when she finished, she looked up at him, unable to hide the wide smile spreading across her face. “harry, this is—you’re so cute.” she said, her voice soft with genuine awe. “forget those old poets i read about. they’ve got nothing on you.” she squeezed his hand, her thumb brushing over his knuckles as she looked back down at the lyrics, rereading her favorite lines.

a blush crept up his cheeks, and he gave a little shrug, pretending to brush off her praise, but she could see the way his eyes shone, how much her words really meant to him. he nudged her playfully, leaning in with a grin. “you know it’s about you, yeah?”

she felt her heart flutter, her smile growing even wider as she met his gaze. “is it now?”

“obviously,” he chuckled, shaking his head as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “i mean, who else am i going to write about? you’re the one i can’t stop thinking about. the one who makes every line worth writing.”

she felt warmth bloom in her chest, reaching out to lace her fingers with his. “well,” she said softly, “then i think i’m the luckiest girl alive.”

he squeezed her hand, his expression softening as he leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers. for a moment, they stayed like that, their hands intertwined, the world outside her tiny dorm room slipping away. it was just him, his steady heartbeat under her palm, his soft gaze that held a world of promises, and the quiet knowledge that he’d put it all into words just for her.

“so, poetry and pizza,” he murmured, his lips curving into a contented smile as he leaned back, pulling her into his chest. “didn’t think my night could get any better.”

“oh, really?” she teased, settling against him, her head resting just under his chin. “not even if i let you watch me struggle through the rest of my essay?”

“thrilling stuff,” he joked, his hand trailing gentle patterns along her arm. “actually, it’s all kind of perfect, YN. you, me, pizza, some poetry… maybe the start of a terrible song i’ll write when i can’t sleep tonight.”

“a song about pizza and poetry?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“why not?” he grinned, his eyes sparkling. “everyone needs a little inspiration, hm?”

she laughed, and the sound seemed to brighten the whole room, making everything feel light and carefree. “i’d listen to it.”

“i’ll dedicate it to you,” he replied, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his voice softening. “after all, you’re my favorite muse.”

they sat like that for a while, the remnants of their pizza scattered around them, the warmth of his arms wrapped around her. she felt her eyes growing heavy, lulled by the steady rise and fall of his chest, the soothing hum of his voice as he mumbled quiet words of nonsense, half-asleep, just for her.

“hey,” she whispered after a while, her voice soft, almost a breath. “thank you for being here. for everything.”

“always,” he murmured, his voice a low, sleepy rumble. “wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

[forgeofthenine]

How do you think things would play out if insecure human Tav had feelings for Dammon, but she mistakenly thought he was hitting on Karlach all those times he helped her with her heart? With Tav being oblivious and mistakes that it’s because she is human and that Karlach is a tiefling that he has no interest in her, but in reality he does. How do you think Dammon would respond if there’s a little comment like: “I know it’s Karlach you were hoping to see.”

I'm not sure if I leaned too into the insecure descriptor in the prompt, especially after not doing any writing for so long, but I hope everyone's able to enjoy. I missed my main man so much <3

She isn't you

"I know it's Karlach you were hoping to see."

You can see the whites of Dammons eyes grow as soon as the sentence leaves your mouth, shock washing over him. It's something you'd tiptoed around for months. The way Dammon looks at Karlach, how he gravitates towards her, how that kills you inside. No one could blame you for falling for the sweet blacksmith with his easy smile and firm confidence.

He'd spent these past months giving your companion the gift of touch back, laughing at her raunchy remarks and looking at her like she'd hung the moon and stars. Hours were spent in his forge fixing her heart, idle chatter between the three of you the only real entertainment. Hours of inadvertently third wheeling them all because of your own unrequited crush. Karlach was your friend though, and if they were happy then you weren't going to interfere.

His lips part slowly. Beautiful, chapped lips you so desperately want to kiss but know you never will. Soon, Dammon finds his voice again. He seems so genuinely confused, as if he can't understand where you got that idea.

"Why would I want Karlach when you're here?"

A long tail flicks behind him, nearly taking out a table leg. A concerned look covers the blacksmiths face as he leans in, hands spreading over his workbench. "Not that Karlach isn't lovely, she is, but I'd prefer to have you here." Dammon clarifies carefully.

It's your own turn to gawk now, looking at the teifling standing there in the firelight. You'd never expected this, to have him so quickly disagree with something you were so certain of. "But... Aren't you and Karlach..." You trail off, unsure of how to word things, picking at your nails.

"Aren't we... what? Seeing each other?" Dammon asks, rounding his work bench with a small chuckle, the wooden floor creaking under steady steps. "Is that assumption what's held you back?" His calloused hand takes yours, smoothing a thumb over your skin as the tiefling draws in your gaze. Blue eyes crinkle at the corners with a small grin, a teasing smile appearing on the blacksmiths face.

"Well, isn't it true?" You gape, gripping his hand. The new brazenness draws a full laugh from the tiefling, topped off with a shake of his head. It's a dumbfounding revelation, after months of near torture watching the two of them only to find out none of your assumptions were true. "Stop laughing, I'm being serious-" You insist, a small frown growing on your face.

Dammon calms himself, still grinning down at your pout. "I know, and I'm sorry." His voice is lower now, missing that teasing lilt you love so much. "There's nothing happening between Karlach and I, promise. I did ask her for some advice, though." He adds, gently squeezing the hand enveloped in his.

You cock your head, wondering whatever advice he could've gotten from Karlach. Something to do with Avernus or leaving the hells? Something tiefling related? The visible confusion almost makes Dammon laugh again, but he contains himself. Instead, a firm tail snakes it's way around your leg, winding around you with a firm pressure.

"I wanted to know how best to ask one of her friends out."

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Ah, thank god <33

Since I don't have the balls to write this myself -- what about the bros with a very flirtatious reader-? One that just teases them non-stop throughout the whole day, and the bros punish them for it-?

(Ik this is a rlly boring idea but AKSKDKSNS)

First of all, it's not boring AT ALL! Do you know how much I love it when MC takes charge??? And this right here???!!! THIS IS GOLDEN HEHEHE! We need more confident flirty representation okay!!

No Rest for the Loving

Seriously you could be the biggest tease in all three realms. They thought they had seen everything with Asmo, but lo and behold, came along you. It was quite literally, getting harder to live with you in the same house. But there's only so much they can hold back until their patience runs out.

Lucifer face palms as you take a seat on his lap, offering to 'help with paperwork'. You've not even shifted yet, but he's already stimulated - knowing your cheeky tricks. And the fact that you've been constantly doing it the entire day. First in the meeting room and now in his room.

"You look extra tired. Look at all the lines on your forehead." You hold his face tenderly, pretending to kiss it better. "Ahaha, you look so much better when you're flushed red."

"Hmph, is that so?" Lucifer glanced up towards his door to see if it was locked. "In that case, you might look better like this." Papers flew and pens and quills scattered and fell off the desk as he placed you on it and laid you down.

You brace yourself as he grinds against you mercilessly. You throw your head back when you're almost at your climax and then he pulls back. You groan into your hands because you know he won't be relieving you for a while.

Mammon grumbled under his breath as he hung from the ceiling, waiting for you to stop laughing. "Are ya done laughing your head off yet? Can you get me down already?"

"Oh come on, you're asking me to go against Lucifer's orders to keep you like this, atleast let me have my fun won't you?" You cooed, running a finger down his chiselled abs exposed from hanging upside down.

"Oi! I told you to stop that! This is the fourth time! What's with you and my stomach anyway?!" He blushed furiously, his skin on fire from your fingers.

"I just like how it feels." You answered cheekily, as you untied him from the ropes. "Now there, all done. Now we're even."

"No..." You were about to leave when you felt his arm wrap around your waist, the other hand cupping your bottom. Squeezing and groping it as he pleased, it sent electricity up your spine. "We'll be even after I'm done with my turn."

"Ack! There's no way! I can't possibly win against you!" Leviathan said as he lost another round of the staring contest with you. "Also is it really okay for you to sit there and have an ice cream during this?!"

"What's wrong with the ice cream, I got you the Ruri one in your favourite flavour too didn't I?" You said, deliberately making a big show of eating the stick of ice cream in a erotic way. "My, my what are you imagining in that head of yours, Levi?"

Levi turned even redder at the accusation. Oh shit. Had you caught him staring at your tongue the whole time? "I'm not imagining anything! And besides you..." He racked his brain for a good one liner, inspireed by his many romance novels."Besides you couldn't handle me anyway!"

"Oh, do you want a tongue-off to put it to the test?" You regretted suggesting that seconds later. Now your endless moans were muffled by his long forked tongue invading your mouth. You tried to surrender the fight, grabbing his shirt in fistfuls, but he only shoved his tongue deeper inside in crazed frenzy, holding you firmly in place. This wasn't a fight you could ever win as his tail entered the picture too

Satan was trying so hard to hide how flustered he was. "MC, this is just getting silly now." He said trying very hard not to start gazing down at you just sitting on the floor, between his legs, head resting on his thigh. The cat ears on your head didn't help either.

"But I'm not even doing anything." You said with mock innocence, as if you hadn't made a show of crawling to him on all fours and plopped your head dangerously close to his growing arousal. "Oh, am I to blame for this?"

You turned around and grazed your hand on his crotch. He grabbed your wrist but didn't push your hand away. "Oh my, you could totally mess up my insides with this. If you know how to use it of course."

"Sure, I'll show you what I can do if you can put that pretty little mouth to use." You tried very hard to be confident but it all went down the drain now that you whimpered with his length hitting the back of your throat. He was determined not to let you walk for the next few days.

Outdoing Asmo in terms of teasing was no easy feat, but you managed it anyway. You combined his love for fashion and you very efficiently by wearing the most enticing thing you could find in his wardrobe.

All he had to do was walk in and see you sprawled on his bed, fidgeting with your phone. He gasped, dropping his many shopping bags - an impatient frenzy in his eyes.

"It seems you really like what you see." You chuckled at the obvious reaction his pants were too tight to hide. Within seconds he was on top of you, leaving lipstick stains over your exposed skin and somehow skillfully fucking you with the outfit still on. It was after the first 8 rounds you realised what a mistake you'd made.

"Oh no MC, don't drift off just yet! There's a few more outfits I'd like to fuck you in." He said, pulling you onto his lap. Your head lulled to the side, resting on his shoulder. What the hell were you thinking tempting the Avatar of Lust?

The one thing you learnt about the twins is that you cannot tempt them while they are in the same room. Whether they take turns or tag team to pleasure you, you are always unable to function properly for the next few days.

Belphie takes his revenge by lazily thrusting inside you, constantly dangling you over the edge of your release.

You beg and plead but he doesn't increase his speed until the very end, where even his hands add to the party. "See how easy it is to turn the tables on you? You thought I'd let you go easy after how grinded against me in the crowded bus?"

Beel goes quiet, even apologetic right before he goes feral. As if he knows exactly how badly he's going to ruin you.

The thing about the way he overstimulates you with tongue is that you can't tell if he's being deliberate or if his hunger is just that intense. And you never ever know when he's going to be full. "I'm sorry MC, one last time I promise...it's hard to resist your taste... especially since you offered..."

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for @ra1denov1tch raphtav knotting, afab tiefling tav using they/them (first time writing knotting can you tell 🫣)

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“Such a wonderful, devoted little mouse,” Raphael purred. Smoothed his palms over their back, touching the bumps and ridges of their stunted infernal heritage. The spots of bunched skin that once might have been wings were especially sensitive, but Raphael did not linger there. He lightly dragged his claws down their spine, snatching their tail in a big paw. It had been swaying to-and-fro, a signal of their arousal and excitement. The devil didn’t let them wrap it around his wrist; instead he rubbed the fragile skin of the tail’s underside with intent.

“Nngh,” groaned Tav, fingers clenching the red silk sheets. Bubbly pleasure sparked from their tail’s base to the tips of their horns, coiling in their belly. Raphael chuckled.

“Does that feel nice, my sweet pet?” He spoke patronisingly, as though Tav were a puppy receiving a treat.

“Yes,” the tiefling breathed, gasping when Raphael’s grip tightened. “Ah! Yes, master…”

“That’s better,” the master rumbled, “after all, it wouldn’t do for you to forget your place, would it?”

As if they could. On all fours, baring themselves to their devil on his own bed. He loomed over them in his massive cambion form, devouring them in his mighty shadow, his presence. There was no doubt who belonged where. Tav wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Never,” they swore.

“Good,” said Raphael, approval and dark amusement in his tone. “Good pet.”

Tav couldn’t help the way they shuddered, a desperate, yawning ache in their cunt for him, for his cock, the only thing that satisfied them. Raphael laughed at them, a little cruel and a little pleased. He stroked their tail once more, its full length this time. Then the mattress dipped with his weight as he settled behind them. The heat his naked body gave off was intense. He surrounded Tav, but he didn’t mount them yet. He cupped their backside, spread their cheeks so he could hungrily stare at their sex, slick and flushed. Tav hung their head, fighting not to squirm, to just let him look.

“Sublime,” he said, swirling two fingertips between Tav’s hot velvety folds, deliberately ignoring their clit, and they knew better than to chase his touch. Push too much and he would pull away, laughing as he did so. “Wet and ready for me at a moment’s notice…I’m tempted to ask if you’re embarrassed, but we both know you don’t have any shame. I enjoy that about you, you know. Your sin is delicious. Just like your pretty quim.” He punctuated his words by sucking his fingers clean. Hummed when Tav’s taste hit. A sharp thrill of desire had Tav gripping the sheets again. They were going to rip them at this rate.

“Raphael,” they whined, “please…”

“Oh, yes,” growled the devil, “beg me. Beg me for salvation from your delightful suffering. Salvation only I can offer.”

He grabbed Tav’s hips, squeezing hard. When he pressed himself closer, Tav felt his leaking erection rub against their ass, the small of their back. His thick, ribbed thighs boxed them in. His serpentine tail encircled their calf, coaxing their legs to spread wider. The places where their bodies touched grew damp with sweat.

“Please. Please, Raphael,” begged Tav.

“Please what?” Raphael’s long forked tongue licked up a salty drop on the back of Tav’s neck before it could drip down or disappear into their hair. “Mmm…almost as sweet as your tears.”

“Please…” Tav knew what he wanted to hear. The devil was right; they had no shame. They rolled their hips, rutting against him. It was easier when they couldn’t see the smug satisfaction on his face. “Take me, fuck me, use me…anything.”

“Ah…how could I refuse you, when you’re so desperate?” Though he was amused, there was a tightness in Raphael’s voice that suggested he wasn’t unaffected, either. His claws dug welts into Tav’s flesh from the strength of his grip. They’d have bruises tomorrow. Bruises they would relish. “As you wish, little mouse.”

The blunt, flared tip of his cock, its tiny slit oozing precum, nudged through their slippery mons, bumped their clit, before snagging on their weeping entrance. Raphael pushed inside them slow, steady, both to tease them and to savour the first breach of their tight, hot cunt; held Tav still when they pushed back, tried to hasten him. He was in control. Tav could only bury their face in the sheets and gasp as their devil leisurely filled them with his thick hellish length, relishing every tug of soft fleshy barbs and ridges. That gasp became a muffled squeal when Raphael abruptly snapped his hips, his cockhead kissing the opening of their cervix as he sheathed himself to his infernal hilt. He grabbed one of their horns and yanked their head up, making Tav cry out.

“Let me hear you,” he commanded. “Every scream, every whimper. You will not deny me.”

He gave them little time to adjust, fisting their hair, his rhythm indulgent and brutal and selfish. When he was balls-deep, Tav’s cunt clenching and milking his hard cock for everything it was worth, was when Raphael’s true fiendish nature often came out to play. His voice got deeper, raspier, a little less human as his fastidious facade crumbled, as he surrendered to his baser instincts. He was vicious, unforgiving, ravenous and focused in his sexual appetite. These were the moments Tav lived for. Tieflings could experience fractions of this fucking frenzy, but cambions, being so much closer to full devils, were on a different level. Since they’d first taken Raphael’s cock, been split open and unapologetically fucked raw by him, nothing else could ever scratch the itch for Tav again, and of course, the devil knew it. Took advantage of it. Revelled in it. He squashed their bodies together, hunched completely over Tav, so that he could bite their pointed ears and snarl filth into them. His other hand moved from their hip to their abdomen, flattening and pressing the tender yielding flesh. He wanted to feel himself fucking into them. Ruining them.

“You are mine,” he hissed, barely audible over the obscene sounds of sweat-slick skin and cum-slick sexes slapping together, Tav’s mewls and squeaks and sighs, and Raphael’s own grunts and harsh, ragged breathing. “No one can satisfy you the way I can. No one feeds your twisted lust the way I do. No other cock feels as good inside you as mine. Does it?”

“N-no, oh fuck,” Tav choked. Wracked with a violent, all-consuming, shuddering orgasm that thrashed the tail, bared the teeth and curled the toes and fingers. Those sheets were absolutely shredded. “Fuck, Raphael!”

“So tight,” snarled the devil as he began to unravel, his thrusts fast and sloppy, ignorant and uncaring that Tav was coming, that they were overstimulated, that they wept and writhed and cried out to him. He feasted on their pleasure and their suffering in equal measure. His wings spread, surrounding them. Everything was Raphael. Raphael, whose balls were swollen and yearning to empty, his leaking cock stiffening further inside Tav, and…

Something else nudged their entrance. Fat, firm, about the size of a fist – his fist, not theirs. Working its way up the devil’s prick. Tav’s breath hitched, their thoughts blanking. They knew what it was. His knot. Another special little gift of his biology. One that only showed itself if he was especially worked up.

“Oh, Gods,” Tav whimpered. They were already so full, so sensitive. “It won’t fit, I…I can’t take it…”

“Yes you can,” uttered Raphael, merciless, and that was that.

A low, indulgent groan that became a deep sigh and the devil reached his peak, his knot squeezing itself into Tav’s cunt with a squelching pop. It hurt, but only for a moment. The stretching agony melted into ecstasy and Tav trembled as they came for the second time, stuffed with the devil’s thick squishy knot as his potent release – so damn hot, like liquid fire that somehow didn’t burn – spurted inside them over and over. They knew they’d be staying that way for quite some time, plugged up and full of cum, their devil purring monstrously on top of them. And that was alright.

[many-gay-magpies]

hello dead boy detectives fandom and bbc merlin fandom. i know there is a decent overlap between the two out there because i am either followed by or have followed several blogs myself that post about both merlin and dead boy detectives, so hopefully this finds its target audience. anyway a little while ago i became obsessed with the idea of merlin and kashi being besties, so i started writing a thing, and i don’t know if or WHEN i’ll finish the thing but i don’t want it to stay hidden until then so i am posting the incomplete and very unpolished version to tumblr. and who knows maybe if people like it that will give me the motivation to rewatch some merlin and actually finish it

anyways without further ado. here’s 1000 words of merlin engaging in (fairly mild) shenanigans in port townsend

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There was a cat sitting on a rock.

Port Townsend had quite a lot of cats, Merlin had discovered. There had been at least one in sight at all times since he’d arrived in the small coastal town. This cat was regarding him with an expression that might have been called scrutinizing, had it been made by any face other than a cat’s. That is to say, it looked rather like cats typically do, which is scrutinizing as it is.

“Hello,” said Merlin, just to be polite. He had a bit of time before Kashi’s host—Angie, he’d said her name was—came to the surface, after all, and he was in the mood for a spot of conversation.

“Oh, great, it’s another o’ you English twats,” said the cat. “The hell are you doin’ here?”

“I’m visiting an old friend,” said Merlin. “We meet for tea every so often, to catch up. This’ll be my first time seeing his new place. I won’t be staying long.”

The cat settled further onto the rock, folding all four of its legs underneath its body. Its tail flicked lightly before curling around its haunches.

“Good,” it said. “Hopefully you won’t cause as much trouble as those two dead little shits from a couple months back. Brits, I tell ya—ain’t good for nothin’. The Cat King’s still hung up on the stuffy little asshole.”

Merlin hummed. “Huh. I don’t think I’ve met a king of cats before. What’s he like?” He’d met a number of kings in his times, including, quite recently, the King of Dreams—but that number had never included a king of Cats.

“None o’ your fuckin’ business,” said the cat. “Hold on—who are you, anyway? You don’t smell human, and you’re not dead.”

“I’m Merlin,” said Merlin. He thought it sticking his hand out for a shake, then thought better of it. “Pleased to meet you.”

The cat snorted. “What, like the wizard?”

“Warlock, actually,” said Merlin. “But yes.”

The cat opened its mouth to speak again, but was interrupted by a whispered voice floating up from the shore.

Arthur’s voice.

“Merlin,” he called, his voice sounding exactly as it always had when Merlin did something far too stupid and risky for a servant, and he had to hide his worry under blankets of annoyance. “Merlin, are you there?”

“Fuckin’ Christ, again?” The cat grumbled. “There wadn’t even no storm last night!”

Merlin cleared his throat, shaking loose the small lump that had grown there at the sound. Kashi had warned him about Angie’s hunting techniques, so he’d known what to expect, but it was still something of a shock to hear in person.

“I think that’s my ride,” Merlin said. He turned to the cat and gave a little wave. “I’ll be off, then. Thanks for chatting with me!”

“Wha—hey!!” The cat exclaimed as Merlin turned and headed for the cliff. “No—Oi, stop that! Don’t—oh, brother…”

Merlin leaned over the stone barrier to peer down into the water, where a large light was pulsing visibly just below the surface. As he watched, his phone began to ring in his jeans pocket. He was still watching when he brought it up to his ear to answer.

“Hello, my friend!” Crackled Kashi’s enthusiastic voice from the end of the line.

Merlin squinted against the rays of sunlight lancing off the water.

“Is that you down there, Kashi?”

“Yes, it is me. And this is Angie! Say, hello, Angie!”

A loud, almost thunderous roar shook the sound, sending waves clawing at the sandy shore below.

“Hi, Angie,” Merlin shouted down to the creature. Then he waved. He doubted she could see him, but it didn’t hurt to be polite.

To Kashi, he asked, “How should I get in? Should I teleport?”

“Best not,” said Kashi. “Your style of teleportation might upset her stomach. Just jump down! She will catch you. Being swallowed is not the most pleasant feeling, but I’ve asked her not to chew on you.”

“Yeah, I’ve been swallowed before,” said Merlin, thinking back to a very particular instance with a giant snake in the Andes mountains. That was the time he discovered he could bounce back from being fully digested—although digging himself out of a pellet of giant snake dung after his body reformed inside it had not been fun.

“Are you there, Merlin?”

Merlin shuddered and shook his head to clear it of the discomfiting deja vu. “Yeah—yep. I’ll be right down. I just jump in?”

“Exactly, yes,” said Kashi. “It is not a far drop, so you should be fine.”

“Right,” said Merlin. “Well, see you in a minute, then.”

“Looking forward to it!”

Merlin hung up and deftly tucked the phone back into his pocket. Then, he climbed up onto the stone wall, and—after ensuring there was no one around to be traumatized by what it would seem like he was doing—performed an exquisite swan dive into the water.

Being swallowed was about as pleasant a feeling as Merlin remembered it being. That is to say, he felt rather how he imagined toothpaste being squeezed out of the tube might feel, had it possessed any of the five senses or been in any way alive. This time, though, he did not have to endure the process of being digested—which had taken nearly a month, given that Merlin’s first time being swallowed had been by a gigantic snake—and was instead spat out onto the floor of a large, warmly-lit cavern, drenched to the bone and coated in fish mucus.

A step up from being digested by a snake, all things considered.

“Eugh,” said Merlin.

It was then, of course, that Kashi appeared, stooping down and offering Merlin a hand to pull himself up with. Merlin took it and thanked him.

“Welcome in, welcome in!” Kashi said, grinning widely. “Sorry about the mess. I tried to clean up a bit before you came, but things got thrown around in the journey to the surface. Speaking of—“ he raised a finger, and the ground beneath Merlin’s feet—which was disturbingly hard and dry for being the stomach of a fish—began to shake. “—she seems to be going back to the bottom now. Come, sit, so you don’t lose your feet!”

“Nice place you’ve got,” Merlin said, allowing Kashi to lead him across the quaking floor to a small table near the back. “Definitely the best-furnished stomach I’ve ever been in.”

“Yes, it’s very nice,” Kashi agreed.

[awfulwriter123]

Late Night (Rhea Ripley X Reader One-shot)

Hey everyone! Okay so i wanted to write something short and sweet, and this came to my mind. I wanna write something for Halloween i just don't know what yet, might be day of halloween fic for you guys there but idk. As always happy reading everyone!!! ❤️❤️❤️

"What time do you think you're going to be home tonight?" You asked your girlfriend over the phone as you pet Luna's head as it was laying across your lap.

"I honestly don't know babe, might not be home till like 1 am if im lucky." The thick aussie accent of rhea said with a bit of sadness in her tone.

"I might just wait up for you." You giggled lightly. "Don't do that princess, you need your beauty sleep." You sighed lightly. "Okay I won't." "My plane is getting called love, I'll see you in a bit, love you" "Love you too" You hung up the phone and put down on the table next to the couch when Luna picked her head up to look at you.

"Oh we are staying up to see mommy aren't we baby?" You grabbed both side's of her face lightly and shook her, to which she started licking your face which cause you to laugh.

"Alright, alright, let's see what we can put on while wait for momma." You looked at the clock which said '10:49 PM' 'Only 3 hour's, I can stay up that long' You thought to yourself, you quickly found a movie to put on and sat back to wait for rhea.

~Time Skip~

Rhea walked up to the front door of her house exhausted, after walking around for hours, having a match, and then not getting any sleep on the somewhat quick flight, she was ready to plop herself in bed next to you and sleep.

When rhea unlocked the front door and put her luggage down to close the door back and locked it, she heard little pitter patter of paws and turned to see Barry come at her. Which he immediately jumped her and started licking under her chin, considering that's all he could reach.

"Easy buddy easy, yeah I missed you too, where's your sister and mom hey bud?" She said to him as she deiced to leave her luggage there as she got "injured" and had the next couple of week's off and walked towards the living room.

She walked in to see you laying on the couch with Luna between your legs with her head on your chest and 'The Dark Knight' playing on the tv. Luna did pick her head when rhea walked in and her tail started to wag as she walked over.

"Hey good girl." Rhea said as she pet Luna on the head and looked towards you. "I told ya to not try and wait up for me." She laughed lightly and ushered Luna off of you so she can carry you up to bed.

The dog's went up the stairs first and waited for rhea, with you in her arms, at the door which was already opened. Guessing you left it open, she put you on the bed lightly when the dogs got up to cuddle next to you she shook her while chuckling quietly as to not wake you.

After changing quickly into her pajama's and ushering Barry off her side of the bed so she can cuddle you, she slinked into bed next to you as gently as she as to not wake you. Apparently not gently enough.

"Hey." You said with a tired voice and your eyes fluttering open lightly. "Hey gorgeous." She said with a small smile on her face, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead which cause you to smile.

"When did you get home?" You asked whilst cuddling further into her for warmth. "10 minutes ago, not even maybe." She said whilst rubbing a hand on your back trying to coax you back to sleep.

"Go back to sleep baby, I'll be here when you wake up." She said quietly, to which you quickly leaned up to plant a kiss under her jaw. "I love you." You said before ducking your head back into her chest.

"I love you too." You heard her practically whisper, as you slowly drifted off to sleep with the eradicator's arm's around you.

[lonelycowgirls]

Girl on Film

New Harry and Stella content! 🌟🎉 *the crowd goes mild*

I know it's been an AGE, but I've been working on this on and off for a while and I just wanted to get it out there, but it just wasn't happening...

But here it is – I hope you all enjoy as much as I did writing it, certainly made me feel some type of way 😏

Please like, reblog and follow if you enjoy it!

My asks are also open for feedback and ideas to how this universe can continue.

Nel xo

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“So, I had a patient come in today, who I haven’t seen since her six-week scan, and she said I look good because I’ve put on weight?” Stella said in a questioning tone, pulling her hair back with her fluffy hairband.

“Oh, right,” Harry nodded, turning the corners of his lips down in consideration, then returning to carefully shaving his chin. Stella frowned at him in the mirror and crossed her arms, after popping the cap back onto her micellar water.

“Well, have I?” This was dangerous territory, the way Harry responded now would determine how the rest of their evening would go – and he’d never mastered the right way to answer these types of questions, no matter how many ‘man-to-man’ chats he’d had with his dad and his friends.

“Have you what?” He said, words coming out strangely due to his stretched cheeks as he ran the razor blades carefully across his skin. He heard Stella scoff. Wrong answer.

“Put on weight, you dickhead. Are you even listening?” She resisted the urge to shove his side so as to not cause him to cut himself.

“Oh, right, I can’t say I’ve noticed, bub.” He mumbled nonchalantly as Stella’s chin pulled in with frustration.

“Well, that’s great, a woman who barely sees me notices more about me than my boyfriend who I live with.” Harry rolled his eyes as Stella marched out of their bathroom. He leaned against the double sink unit they shared and hung his head with a sigh, some remnants of white, frothy shaving cream still covering his chin.

This was typical Stella, she knew it as well. Knew that she could fly off the handle at the slightest thing – like she was made of gasoline and just a flicker of a match could cause an explosion. He’d put up with it for a long time, when a few of his friends and family members had told him to leave and find an easier life, he’d considered it for a week at most and then looked at her face again and couldn’t imagine being without her – temper and all.

Harry was a chilled out guy, he liked to think that they balanced each other out. He’d act as fresh water poured over Stella’s flame whenever she got too hot, and Lord did she know how to get him wound up when he needed it.

Yeah, they were a delicate balance, but didn't she ever piss him off as well sometimes.

Once he’d finished up and brushed his teeth, he shut the light off in their ensuite and slumped back into the bedroom with his tail between his legs. Eyeing Stella, she didn’t look up from her book from behind her glasses. She eyed his back when he turned.

Harry pulled the duvet back, sliding in beside her and shutting his lamp off. One arm resting on the pillow above his head, he shuffled to get comfortable and sighed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Was I too skinny before?” Stella asked after a few beats, taking a break from staring at the words on the page — having been on the same sentence for nearly 10 minutes.

“What?” Harry made a distressed face, running his palms across its planes – he was hoping he could just go to sleep and she’d forget about it by morning. “Babe, come on.” He said, rolling to his side to look at her.

“What? I’m being so serious,” she replied, shutting her book and chucking it on her bedside table. “I need to know if I’m living unhealthily.” She flopped her arms down by her sides, looking up to the ceiling.

“You know you’re not though, Stell.” Sure, Stella was on her feet for 15-hour shifts at least twice a week, skipped breakfast and only managed an average of five hours of sleep each night, but she tried to eat well and work out when she did get time. “What’s this really about? Why are you so upset by what this random woman said?”

“Do you really not see it? You never noticed?” Stella felt vulnerable, even after all this time with him, she felt uncomfortable looking him in the eye.

“I don’t want this to come across the wrong way…” Harry came up to lean on his arm, looking down at her and running a hand across her body over the top of the duvet. She chanced a look up at him, skepticism clear on her face. “I haven’t noticed, because I don’t think about it.” Stella opened her mouth to retaliate, almost sitting up but being pushed back down. “Listen,” He warned with a look. “I don’t think about it… because I’m thinking about how I can make you laugh next. I’m thinking about how much I’m looking forward to next sitting down in the evening and having a cuddle whilst watching Love Island or old Four In A Bed episodes, or some new drama you want to watch. I’m thinking about how gentle and loving you are with the cats. I’m thinking about how lucky I am to be able to come home to you, to your hugs and kisses. I’m thinking about how comfortable and cosy you make our home. I’m thinking about how you’re the best friend I’ve ever had… and the only partner I’ll ever want.”

Stella pursed her lips to keep a smile from bursting across her face, Harry moved to remove her glasses from her face, leaning in to kiss her, but she moved her lips away just before they connected. Harry smirked at her with a mock frown in his brow – now she wanted to play.

“You are such a sweet talker…” She said quietly, running her fingers back through his thick hair. “You should write songs.” Harry nodded with a dumb look on his face, like she’d just said she’d discovered that water is wet.

“That’s actually such a shout from you.” Harry nodded, dimple protruding from his smirk. He leaned in to rub his nose against hers, but she continued to dodge his puckering lips.

“You know what,” she said, pushing him back by his shoulder, his eyes growing darker and lulling now, routinely running from her eyes to her lips and back again. “I think it’s because you’re not on tour anymore.” She perched on one elbow to mirror him, creating a level playing field.

“What are you on about?” Harry laughed slightly, trying to pull her into him by her hip even when she pawed at his chest in protest.

“Think I’ve gotten too comfortable, when you’re not here I’m actually conscious of how I look.” She was being honest, he could tell by the lack of smirk next to his own. He shuffled forward, taking her further in his arms — with minimal protest this time.

“I don’t know how to respond to that.” Harry’s voice came out muffled as he buried his face in her neck. She chuckled, rolling her eyes and scratching his scalp through his hair.

“Suppose I should make a bit more effort around you, shouldn’t I, really?” She commented, “You are Harry Styles™ after all.” He brought his head out to look up at her with a deep frown, bordering on disgust.

“Nah, fuck that shit. Sloth about if you want to. Do you, sister.” She smiled softly at him. “Doesn’t make me wanna shag you any less.” She threw her head back in a lazy cackle, and he took that opportunity to press a few kisses to her throat.

“Is that all I am to you… a hole?” She shook her head at him and tried to move, only for him to pull her closer again – damn Brad for those inescapable arms.

“Now, now... you’ve got two other holes which I’m also very fond of.” He smoothed his hands down her sides. “Even if I only got to be in one for about two and a half seconds… and the other one only opens on my birthday.” He pinched at her waist and she gasped, slapping at his arm.

“Got that right.” She said smugly, leaning forward to kiss him firmly on the lips.

“Mmm, now that you mention it,” He bit his lip, nose still grazing Stella’s. “Your arse has been looking a lot rounder... fuller.” He cupped it in his hands, so familiar with the way it felt.

“Stooooop.” She pushed at him, yet again, to no avail.

“Can barely fit it in my hands now.” He was exaggerating, easily grabbing a fistful.

“Harry.” She chastised, trying to roll away. He flipped the duvet off of the two of them, exposing her naked figure.

“Let’s take a closer look, eh?” He instead rolled her to her front, she cackled, accepting her fate and running a hand over her face. “Ah, yes, I believe the mandem would call this, a bunda.” He smoothed his hands up and down over the bare skin, she laughed louder at him pretending to inspect her.

“Stop it, you idiot.” Stella, covered her face in embarrassment as Harry manhandled her arse with his fingers, kneading the flesh like dough.

“No? A batty then.” He questioned, licking a stripe up a cheek and then digging his teeth in for a bite. Stella gasped, feeling a heat pool in her abdomen. She looked down at him then, arching her back to push her bum out to his face. “Oh, so now you like it?”

One thing about Harry; he could make Stella feel like a supermodel. She felt incredibly average in her everyday life, whether it was doing the weekly shop or working the wards. But she always felt undeniably sexy with him — even laid bare before his eyes. When he manhandled her like this, she felt the urge to set up a camera to push record, just so she could watch it back to see herself with him. See him work her up from an outside perspective.

She flipped her hair over to one side, biting down on her lip as he pressed open-mouth kisses all over her arse, feeling herself grow wetter and wetter. She turned her head to watch him again, loving the sight of her gorgeous man worshiping her. His eyes were closed, almost in a dreamlike state, as he pushed each kiss with a small groan and a wet smack.

Ghosting his lips up the crack of her bum, Harry spread her cheeks and spat in the gap, causing Stella to groan. 

“Mm, yes… get it wet, baby.” She sighed out, her voice taking on that velvet tone that had him driving his hips into the duvet. Unable to wait and knowing exactly what she wanted, Harry continued to massage her cheeks up and outwards while he went to town on her hole. He glanced up to watch her burying her face into the pillow, clutching it and groaning from her chest. Unlike when he went down on her up front, Stella could never look directly at him when he ate her arse. She loved it, but he knew she’d never straight up ask for it, so he’d have to take the lead to bring them into the position they were now in, so that she could enjoy herself without embarrassment.

Forcing her hips back into his face, Harry growled and brought his hand down with a smack, followed by a harsh grip, making her arch and throw her head back. Keeping his lips attached to her hole, he cupped under her hip bones and lifted until she was up on her knees, her sacred parts fully displayed out for him. Before he had a chance to get his own fingers on her, she was rubbing slow, deep circles into her clit, moaning from her throat, hair coating her face as she pressed into the pillow.

He smirked when their fingers brushed and moved back slightly to spit at her again, licking and smacking his lips against her puckering hole that was clenching in rhythm with her heavy breathing. Her fingers came to move in tandem over his on her clit, allowing her to guide her own pleasure.

“Fuuuuuck me, I’m gonna come, love your fucking mouth.” Curses tumbled from her lips but before she could reach the apex, she was flipped to her back. Harry grabbed her wrist as she bounced back on the mattress, hair a disarray and chest and face carrying a delicious flush, and placed it back on her pussy. She immediately began her furious ministrations again.

“Come, baby,” He ordered, lying on his stomach, face inches from where her fingers were flying, he spat on her once more to keep her going. “Let me see that pussy clench.” He held her legs open and she winced over the stretch pulling at her inner thighs. At last, silently screaming, Stella’s mouth went agape. Her chin dropping to her chest, eyebrows drawing in almost impossibly close and finally breaking eye contact as they rolled to the back of her head. “Yes, yes, yes.” He chanted, mesmerised.

Seconds of silence were finally met with a deep growl from her throat as her head fell back on her shoulders and she convulsed in ecstasy. Harry pulled her wrist away and attached his lips to her clit, sucking it like a sticky sweet. Every breath that escaped her lungs was paired with a small high-pitched moan, her nails digging into her boyfriend’s head while her hips rutted into his face.

Harry could tell she was coming down, after years of pleasuring her he knew her body almost as well as she did. He moved to press soft kisses across her labia, continuing up to her soft tummy, each full breast and up to her neck. Her ankles locked around his lower back as she draped her arms across his shoulders — feeling consumed and divinely pleasured. 

Harry rutted up into the backs of her thighs, “You’re such a little sex pot, aren’t you,” another rut, a moan from her, “could watch you play with yourself forever.” Another rut, “We should film ourselves.”

“Oh, yeah,” She sighed over a laugh, shaking her head. “Can’t imagine what could go wrong there.”

“No one will ever see, baby.” Harry whispered, darkly, running the tip of his nose up her cheek, pushing a kiss into her temple. “Wanna take you away with me, I’ve been in love too long… I’m too grown to be missing you… touching myself like a teenager over just the thought of you… your body… the way it feels… the way it responds to me… wanna have something to really remind me.”

It’s like he was drunk, all this mumbling, he was drunk on her. On them. It was all Stella could do but to lie back and take it, they didn’t even need to place him inside her, he just rutted until he slipped in, a soft gasp leaving her lips as he slid along her walls. 

She caressed the side of his face with the tips of her fingers, both of their bodies pressed together and rocking back and forth together. It was intense — Stella had never cried during sex before, but the feeling of burning behind her eyes suggested a first time for everything.

Harry’s pubic bone continued grazing her clit, so right that it was almost maddening. Stella couldn’t control her moaning, it was nearly too much. His strong hips sped up consistently until their breathing was mingling together in a tangle of hot air and she was clinging to him for dear life.

“Baby, baby, baby, fuck!” Stella squealed rhythmically as they rocked, “God, Harry.” She cried in disbelief and tried her hardest to keep her eyes on his, she couldn’t bare to miss a moment of the look on his face — just so enamoured, present and fucked out. They needed this so badly. She ran her thumb over his bottom lip. “I love you…” Stella was feeling every emotion, Harry had done what only he could, he’d stripped her walls and made her submit. “I’m beyond in love with you, Harry.” She breathed out with a moan that had Harry tearing up, but also speeding up. “I’m part of you.”

“Fuck…” Harry cursed, holding his mouth over hers and panting over the excursion of his hips, his masculine instinct kicking in. He was fucking her like an animal fucks his mate – like it was the last thing he’d ever do. 

When he finally came, it was with a juvenile whine as she held his chin between her thumb and fingers and clenched down hard, and she was reminded of her gentle and sensitive lover. She brought him down to kiss her and his repetitive, high-pitched moans vibrated on her tongue. Rolling off of her, they both laid with their arms splayed out, Stella’s head still resting on Harry’s forearm. She stuck her tongue out at the icky feeling of his come dribbling out of her, but could barely feel her legs to move to the toilet.

“You get sooo emotional when we fuck nowadays.” Harry panted, energy spent, droplets of sweat running back into his hairline.

“Shut up, I can’t help it.” Stella weakly hit his rising chest with the back of her hand, making him laugh. “Your dick triggers me.”

“Nah, I love it. Never change.” She smiled at that, rolling slightly to throw a sticky leg over his hips.

“Oh, don’t worry, this temper and batty isn’t going anywhere, baby.”

~

Read more from the Been There All Along universe here!

[malarkgirlypop]

He's the Boss Part 1(Bull Randleman x F!Reader)

Guys I don't know how I feel about this. Ah! There is a second part, yay, but let me if this one is good. If it's not I can write another one. IDK ahh having imposter syndrome. I feel like it's not good, which makes me sad. I was so excited for the story. I feel bad if it's trash cause I hyped it up. Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

I stifle my laughter seeing Perconte’s small figure clinging onto the back of Bull. Poor Perco got shot in the ass, and George owed me a fiver. I made my way over to the radio-man already grinning at him. He rolled his eyes knowing what I was smiling about. 

“I’m not making any more bets with you Y/N!” He huffed, coughing up the cash. I pocketed it with a chuckle. 

“You say that every time Luz!” I told him. 

“What can I say, I'm a gambling man.” He grinned at me, as I gave him a playful elbow. He slapped me on the back as we walked to the house we made our base. We were all weary from the long stay in Bastogne, it was one of the hardest stints I’ve had in the paratroopers. We lost a lot of good men. However there was some relief, we had finally taken Foy. Which was one of the attacks we had been dreading for a while. I think we were all ready for a break but it wasn’t to be, ordered to go forth and take more towns that the Germans occupied. But for tonight we finally had a roof over our head and some proper shelter from the freezing cold. 

We made our way into the house, the men quickly claiming their spots on the floor with their gear. Luz fortunately was thoughtful enough to save me a spot beside him. 

“How’s your ass Perco?” I asked as we stepped over the man who was lying on the floor being tended to by Gene. 

“Never had any complaints!” He retorted quickly, sending Luz and I into hysterics. Bull rested next to him, keeping him company. I straighten. “Sir.” I said, clearing my throat. He glanced at me unamused at my antics. 

The Sergeant had never liked me. I’m not sure why, maybe because I mucked around with Luz all the time. I was serious when I needed to be but more often than not I was getting into mischief. Bull had never said anything to me or scolded me. But his disappointed stare was all he needed to send in my direction to send me running with my tail between my legs. He intimidated me. someone that large was intimidating, he didn’t have to say a thing. 

“Give me your smokes, Y/N.” George nudged me as we got comfy on the floor. 

“No way! People pay good money for these!” I shook my head. I didn’t smoke like everyone else, which meant I could use the packs to my advantage. I would trade and sell them to the other men when they ran out. I had gotten a lot of neat things by trading my packs. But George, who smoked like a chimney, was always bugging me for freebies. 

“Oh come on Y/N!” He pouted. 

“Fine! Fine! You’re a dick you know that.” He grinned happily as I handed him one of the hoarded packs I had in my bag. Picking one out he quickly lit it, puffing away. He offered me the smoke to which I shook my head. 

“Where do you think Bull gets all his Cigars? I mean those aren’t part of the ration packs are they?” I asked, watching the man, he always had a cigar hanging from his lips. It always baffled me where they came from.

“Eh, I don’t know, never thought about it.” George shrugged. 

“George, you don’t think about anything.” I said knocking on his skull proving my point that it was empty up there. 

I watched Bull curiously. He was one of the quieter men in the company. He liked to sit and watch, rather than join in on the shenanigans. But whenever he did speak everyone hung on his every word. Even if it was only one comment it would be the funniest comment of the whole night. That would have everyone keeling over in laughter. He would just grin. When I first met the man I assumed he would be a brute, a man of that stature was surely big and scary. But he was kind and soft spoken in his thick country accent. No one really took too kindly to me though in the beginning, I was a replacement, and a female one at that. They all avoided me, scattered when I walked into a conversation, like I was infectious. After weeks of trying to prove my worth to the original Easy company men, I had befriended George. Well I say befriend, he says bribe. If he talked to me for more than a couple of sentences I would give him some smokes. So at first he would only talk to me to get smokes, but he found that we were similar and had become good friends. Always joking and laughing. He still says he only hangs out with me for the free smokes. But it’s ok I have him trained well. Bull was one of the ones who still hadn’t warmed up to me, I seemed to be able to make friends with the rest of the men. But the tall man was an enigma. If he was so kind and gentle, why did he dislike me so?     

************* 

Gun fire pelted down on our position as we crouched behind a rock wall. Every time I poked my head up to see if the cost was clear the shooting would start again. 

“Goddammit they got us pinned.” I yelled over the noise to the men I hid with. 

We needed to move forward into the town for this attack to be successful. It was currently not going the way we had planned. 

“Shifty!” I called our sharpshooter over to help me. 

“I need you to take out that sniper!” He nodded looking over the wall, only for us to flinch back as the machine gun fired on our position. 

“I can’t, not with him firing at us like this!” I sighed, racking my brain for a way we could distract them. 

“You’ve had an idea.” Shifty said, watching my face as if he had seen the mental light bulb go off in my brain. 

“Don’t let him shoot me Shifty!” I said to him, he gave me a curt nod. I shuffled my way to the end of the wall, I took a deep breath. I stood up from my position, sprinting forward. The sniper was on me in seconds, bullets landing close to me, I could feel them whooshing past my face. Anytime now Shifty. I thought as I ran as fast as I could, the sniper barely missing me each time. I looked back over my shoulder to our original position, I could see Shifty but he wasn’t shooting. He motioned to one of the other men for another gun. Oh shit! Not looking where I was going, I stumbled, falling forward onto my hands and knees. Oh fuck! I was now a sitting duck, fun fact it’s easier to hit a still target than a moving one, which right now I currently am. I groaned out in pain as one of the bullets finally hit its target, lodging itself in my arm. 

“Y/N!” I heard booming across the open field. “Get your ass moving!” Bull and his men hunched behind a broken down car. I got to my feet, making my way quickly over to where Bull was. The Sniper was hot on my tail, hitting the ground I had just left behind me. So close, so close! I dove forward, careening into Bull’s open arms. He caught me, but the force at which I flew was stronger than we both expected, as we fell back in a heap on the ground. I panted, my lungs burned from the effort. I sighed in relief at being safe again. I pushed myself off of the man, clearing my throat in an awkward way. 

“Thank you Sarge!” I said straightening myself, and putting my helmet back on my head. 

“What the hell were you thinking private, are you trying to get yourself killed?” Bull yelled angrily at me. My eyes widened. I don’t think I have ever heard him use that tone of voice with anyone. I flushed with embarrassment. 

“I was just a distraction for Shifty.” I replied, my voice slightly shaky. 

“Don’t ever do that again, you hear!” He reprimanded me. I nodded my head, tears welling in my eyes. It was one thing to be told off, but to be scolded by the Sergeant that never raised his voice at anyone, was humiliating. 

“We’re moving out, Y/N you’re with us now!” I didn’t have time to be upset, we were in the middle of an assault, for christ sake. I took a breath, gathering my thoughts. I followed behind Bull’s team of men. 

The assault was a success. I had found Shifty afterwards to ask him what had happened. His gun got jammed, he did eventually get the sniper with someone else's gun. We finally had cleaned up the town and were getting ready for the night. 

“Y/N I heard you were up to no good today. Being told off by Bull.” George grinned at me punching me in the shoulder. 

“OW!” I flinched away holding my arm, George laughed, then realised the tears in my eyes. 

“Oh shit, Y/N are you ok?” He looked concerned, tears spilling down my cheeks. 

“I got shot, I forgot. I had so much adrenaline, I guess I didn’t feel the pain.” We had been so busy, and I was so caught up in my own head about Bull yelling at me I completely forgot I had been injured.  

“You forgot? Medic!” George looked shocked. Gene rushed over quickly, as everyone also looked. It was late in the evening to declare a wound. 

“What happened?” Gene asked, also confused. 

“She got shot and apparently forgot.” George tells the medic. 

“Come on.” Gene moves me to a more private room, away from everyone else. I take off my jacket and top, leaving me in my white t-shirt. I lift the sleeve to expose the wound. I look down at my arm which is covered in dried blood down to my wrist. The bullet hole itself looked red and angry, a perfect circle had been punched into my skin. 

“The bullet is still in there.” Gene said as he assessed the laceration. “I have to get it out, or it could cause infection. It’s going to hurt.” I nodded defeated. I watched him pick up big tweezers, and my stomach dropped. I turned away when he moved towards the wound with the instrument. Not wanting to see him plunge them into my skin. I winced, trying my best not to make any noise. I bite on my lip, trying to remain as still as possible for the medic. I gripped onto my leg, digging my nails into my flesh. My eyes shot open when I felt my hand being taken off my leg and squeezed. To my surprise Bull sat in front of me clasping my hand in his. It caught me so off guard I forgot I was trying to be quiet. 

“AHH.” I yelped as I felt Gene twisted the tweezers in my skin. I gripped onto Bull’s hand tightly. 

“Sorry Y/N, almost there, you’re doing good.” Gene muttered as he concentrated. 

“Breath, Y/N!” Bull ordered, I hadn’t noticed but I was holding my breath as Gene worked. I gulped in air. Bull nodded, reassuring me. My cheeks were wet with my tears. 

“Got it!” I heard the bullet clatter into the metal kidney dish Gene had with him. I sigh with relief, thankful the ordeal was over. He finished the dressing, leaving Bull and I in the room by ourselves. I didn’t speak, feeling awkward. 

“Y/N I wanted to apologise for today.” Bull started, in his low country drawl. It was so smooth and silky, I’m sure if he read me a bedtime story I would be asleep in seconds. 

“I only reacted like that because I was concerned.” I laughed, his brows furrowed with my reaction. 

“You were concerned about me?” I asked unsure if I had heard him correctly. 

“Yes. Why is that so hard to believe?” He asked, genuinely confused. 

“Well, you hate me.” His eyebrows shot up, surprised by my accusation. 

“I don’t hate you. Who told you that?” He leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knees. He looks pissed. 

“No-no one, I just thought.” Saying this out loud to him now makes me feel stupid. 

“You just thought what?” He squints at me, tilting his head for emphasis. 

“You always glare at me.” I defend myself. “And you don’t talk to me.” 

“You avoid me!” He counteracts. “You run away from me.” 

“Well because…” He waits for my answer. 

“I think there has been some miscommunication between us, don’t you think?” I nod. 

“Well Y/N I can tell you now I certainly don’t hate you, in fact I quite like you. You’re good for the men, especially George, someone needs to keep him on a leash.” My mouth falls open, never in a million years would I have expected those words to come from Bull’s mouth. “I think we got off on the wrong foot. I will admit I was weary of you in the beginning. But that was because you were a replacement and the men we have had in the past have not been the best soldiers. You on the other hand, you did good.” I felt my face flush, I wanted to pinch my cheek, surely I was dreaming. Bull’s laughter shocked me, big and booming it filled the small room we sat in. It was rich in tone, just like his voice. I liked his laugh. 

“Don’t look so shocked, darling!” He chuckles, he pulls his gun from the floor, opening the butt of it. From the compartment he pulls his signature cigar, he lights it, inhaling deeply as it glows a cherry red. He blows out the smoke, leaning back in his chair. 

“I think I’ve sent you into shock.” He joked, pulling me from my surprise. 

“I just-I don’t think I have heard you speak so much in one go.” He laughs again, a smile forms on his lips. My heart fluttered, it felt nice to make him laugh. 

************* 

“Y/N get off George, the poor man can’t breathe.” Bull said from behind me, he had walked in on me attacking George, poking him in his sides until he couldn’t breath from laughing. He had been teasing me insistently about Babe having a crush on me. Babe did not have a crush on me. We were friendly and that’s all it was, but George liked to wind me up. I stood up giving Bull a toothy grin as he shook his head, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“Bull, thank god you came, I thought she was about to kill me.” I sent a look to George, it wasn’t a threat but a promise that I would get him again if he wasn’t careful.    

“Look at her, those eyes, she’s a killer I tell you.” George pointed at me. Bull chuckled. 

After I had figured out that Bull in fact did not hate me like I suspected, we turned into close friends. We were polar opposites but we worked well together. I was a chatter-box and he was a listener. But I could get him to say more than any of the other men in the company could. He had the most interesting stories. I would listen intently as he spoke, sometimes getting distracted, just listening to his voice. His velvety rich accent always gave me goosebumps, so I would get him to talk as much as I could just so I could hear him speak. I found that he was just a big teddy bear. Very country boy, raised on manners and good faith. I liked to call him Ferdinand the bull off of the cartoon of the sweet bull who would rather sit and smell flowers than fight. It perfectly encapsulated the Sergeant. He was so gentle in everything he did. I didn’t want to admit it but I had grown quite attached to him, and differently to the other men of Easy. I made all the men laugh all the time, sure it felt good. But when Bull laughed at my jokes, I felt giddy. When he smiled at me my heart fluttered. I have never felt this from anyone. But I was sure it was just because I looked up to him, and not literally. He was my boss so of course I wanted to impress him. 

“Bull, we are going to one of the pub’s tonight are you coming?” I sidled up to the man as he walked. His eyes flick down to look at me, as he puffs on his cigar. I smiled up at him. 

“Sure I will, just because you asked.” I grin, I hold onto his arm giving it a squeeze. 

“Alright, get to your task, Y/N.” He shoos me away with a small smirk. 

“Yes Sir.” He laughs as I salute him walking away. 

“Is he coming?” George asks from behind me, I turn, nodding my head. “See I told you he would come if you asked!” He wiggles his eyebrows. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” I scoff mocking offence. 

“Oh please, you two are smitten with each other!” I glare at him, as he stares at me with wide eyes. 

“George you think I’m smitten with everyone, five minutes ago you said that Babe and I had something with each other.” I point out to him as we walk to help with the stock take. 

“But I actually mean it with you and Bull. I have seen the way you two look at each other.” He pouts, fluttering his eyelashes, pretending to be me. I shake my head, shoving him. 

“Ok if it's about how we look at each other, then you and that hershey bar you were eating the other day were totally in love.” I mimic the way he ate the bar, moaning with each bite. 

“You’re not wrong, that hershey bar really rocked my world.” He grinned at me. 

“You’re gross.” But we crack up laughing.   

[everywherea11thetime]

Education, Calculation, Exploration💙

mathprofessor!max x student!reader

warning: student teacher relationships, smut,bad smut writing(srry) part two with actual smut bc there trying to stop me:[, oral, google translate

It was Friday and your grades had just came out, you re loaded the website and they popped up 100, 105, 99.8, 110, 89, 65 your heart dropped you and your father had one deal hed pay for everything to do with college as long as you pass you classes. You weren’t even bad at math but you had a new professor and it was really hard to concentrate when he’d walk around with his three buttons off and deep blue suit. he had a way of talking like he knew that your thighs were clenched and dripping you were deep in your thought about how professor verstappen would teach you how to do anything and every thing when you heard ringing you looked down at your phone and saw your dads name “h-hey dad” you stuttered trying to shake the thoughts out of your head you’re dad spoke “you grades, i saw them. You need to fix that grade by the end of this week or get a job” “but dad it’s Wednesday!” you knew he wouldn’t care but still tried to protest “get it done.” and he hung up. It was 6pm you were hoping that professor verstappen would still be in his class, you threw the on a coat over your night gown, put on some shoes and practically ran down stairs. His class was only about a three minute walk, you barged into his class with out a second thought but when he looked up you suddenly felt small, remembering that you were only wearing a night gown that was incredibly short, his voice brought you out of your head “what are you doing in here” you walked to the front of his desk “i need my grades fixed” silence “if i don’t get my grades up my dads gonna take my money and then i’m gonna be homeless with no degree please sir” he chuckled “do you know how many people have to work for their place here? I’m done grading now, should have come earlier” you stared in silence for about ten seconds thinking of what to do, you knew that you were pretty and had a good body and sometimes used it to get what you want but never with school, yea sometimes for a free drink at a bar, or a new hand bag, sometimes even new shoes but never for school. This could go three ways 1. give great sex and he fixes your grade 2. give great sex and nothing happens 3. he says no you get kicked out. Fuck it it’s college. you walked around his desk and took off your coat letting it drop to the floor you were only about a step away from being in between his legs “I really need that A” you whispered as you went down onto your knees and looked up at him and began to trace his clothed cock and brought your hand all the way up to his chest, he grabbed your hair turning it into a make shift pony tail. you took his belt off and took him out of his pants he was big but you could take him, you grazed his tip with your thumb then licked him from base then swirled your tongue around his tip, you could feel every vein he had as you took him in you mouth he threw his back and started to whimper as his tip hit the back your throat. You sucked and twisted until you felt him twitch in your mouth, he was a groaning mess you felt his cum reach the back of your throat. You pulled off him “do i get my A” he let out a soft breath “yes schat” you got and bent down trying to grab your coat when you felt hands wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap he pulled your hair to one side and whispered in your ear “you didn’t really think i would give the A that easy did you love”

A/N: TUMBLR HATES ME SO PART TWO HERE

[my-own-walker]

pre death fluffy kyle fic of him comforting reader after a bad day pls??? ✨

Stress Relief

note: i had a kinda bad day so im comforting myself by writing this

warnings: fluff, fluff, more fluff, oh and uh, fluff.

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It was just one thing after another. Getting a zero on a project that took a considerable amount of effort was one thing. Losing my laptop somewhere on campus was another. Plus, a parking ticket, and little to no sleep the night before made everything feel even worse.

I returned to my apartment with my proverbial tail between my legs. My shoulders held a tension I had never felt before. I just needed to lay down in my bed for roughly a thirty-year nap.

I was fumbling with my things while unlocking my door. I had my hands full, as always. Usually, I could manage, but of course, on this day, The Day Where Everything Went Wrong, I dropped my phone as I stuck my key in the lock. It clattered, face down, onto the pavement, and with one final sickening smack, the screen shattered.

There was no rational way to react in that situation, so I simply didn't. Everything had gone so wrong that it paled in comparison to every other issue. I numbly reached down to pick it up, threw it in my bag, and entered my apartment. I dropped everything at the door, kicked my shoes off, and slumped into my bedroom to sulk.

He was there, though. In my bed, as he always was. Napping, as he always was. My beautiful boyfriend Kyle Spencer, a permanent fixture in my bedroom. His frat house was always a bit of a madhouse. He preferred to essentially live in my small one-bedroom apartment on the other side of campus.

A sense of calm overcame me as I looked at his sleeping figure. Soft blonde curls covered his face. His shirtless body peeked up out of the blankets, showing off his toned arms. His perfectly pink lips hung open slightly. It was a feeling of calm I needed to get in on. Naturally, I joined him in bed.

The old mattress springs protested as I laid my weary body upon them. Kyle's eyes fluttered open, his sleep disturbed by the movement on my side of the bed. He smiled immediately and without a word, grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into him. I always loved the way he would cradle me. His embraces were all-encompassing. It was never just a hug with him. He would take me in his arms and hold me as if I would break.

'Hey babygirl,' he rasped, parts of his voice still lost to sleep. He tilted his chin down and placed a kiss on the top of my head, pausing for a moment to smell my hair.

'How was your day, Kyle?’ I asked, sitting up to take off my jewellery and place it on the nightstand.

‘It was okay. Same old same old,’ he replied. He stretched and scrunched his face up, releasing the slumber from his bones. ‘How was yours?’

The question hit me where it hurt. It was a horrible day. I didn’t even have the energy to respond, even if to say how bad it was. Instead a small cry escaped my lips.

‘Oh no, oh baby,’ Kyle soothed. I felt his arms snake around my shoulders and his lips make contact with my cheek. ‘What happened?’

‘I- my project- and my laptop, the library- and I almost got to my car in time, I did,’ the sentence came out in a string of sobbed fragments. Nothing truly that bad happened, but nonetheless I was inconsolable.

‘Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. Breathe,’ he comforted, rubbing my shoulders gently. He pulled me into his chest, in between his legs, wrapping his arms around my chest. ‘Just breathe with me, it’s okay.’

That always worked with me. Just being close to him, feeding off of his easiness. Anxiety melted away as I matched my breaths to his. He was stolid. It was hard to phase him. His composure remained strong and steadfast even in the toughest of circumstances. Me? Oh, I would crumble. Kyle, on the other hand, was abundantly dependable.

‘You don’t have to tell me what happened, angel,’ Kyle said after some time, likely deciding I was finally calm enough. ‘Just know I love you and I will always help you. With anything.’ My eyes felt red and raw, but my heart felt lighter.

‘I think I needed a good cry,’ I replied, punctuating my sentence with a weak laugh. ‘It was just, a really…shit day.’ I turned my head and rested it back against his chest. He pressed another kiss to my forehead.

‘I’m proud of you for getting through it,’ Kyle whispered. ‘You’re here, right? And you’re okay. And that’s all that matters.’

I sighed, feeling true levity for the first time all day. ‘Thank you, Kyle. I’m really mostly worried about my laptop. I lost it somewhere.’

‘This laptop?’ he asked teaching over me to the nightstand to hold up the MacBook, demonstratively.

‘What the fuck? Did I not even bring it with me?’ I asked, bewildered.

‘I guess not,’ he shrugged.

‘Oh my god I’m so stupid,’ I laughed, smacking my palm to my forehead.

‘Look at it as a win, right?’ he grinned. His lovely smile.

I responded by attacking him with kisses.

+++

Kyle is the best boyfriend in my head. Like boyfriend goals. If only he were real….anyways thank you for the request! I’m slowly making my way through my inbox. Writers block hit me so hard for like no reason recently but I’m getting over it!!

[heyiwrotesomethings]

how about a Blake belladonna x female reader.

blake is not a very affectionate person which is normal considering what Adam put her through, but Reader is but doesn't overstep her boundaries and let's thing go on her terms( doesn't say I love youand doesn't initiate physical contact in order to not make her uncomfy).

Until one day Blake catches reader saying "I love Blake belladonna" while she is sleeping so the lil neko goes and snuggles herself in R's hoodie( R wakes up and ask if everything is ok) and falls asleep listening to her heartbeat

I'm sorry it's very specific but I can't get that scenario out of my head.

thanks for reading this whole shit and for your time have a good day!!!

Bound(aries)

Blake Belladonna x She/Her Faunus Reader

A/N: It’s so hard to attempt to write slow burn without writing everything that happens in between. I managed to compress this quite a bit despite how long it still is. Improvements! Warning for near drowning of the reader character and the drowning of Adam. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 3,795

When Blake severed the train cars and by extension, her relationship Adam, (Y/n) stood by her side, she almost rested her hand atop Blake’s shoulder, but thought better of it. They watched Adam’s portion of the train slow to a stop, watched his figure shrink as the distance between them grew. The locomotive whistled ominously as he finally vanished from sight, too far behind to see.

“You did the right thing.” (Y/n) quietly assured.

Blake shook her head and fixed gambol shroud onto her back. She then slunk into the train car, head hung low.

(Y/n) bit her lip but did not follow. She felt it best to leave Blake alone for now. She sat down, watching her legs swing above the tracks as the wind whipped at her bare face. She tapped her nails against the hard material of her White Fang mask, once worn with pride.

She inhaled deeply. The White Fang was not an organization to be proud of anymore. But if Blake had decided to stay… (Y/n) didn’t think she would have been able to bring herself to leave on her own. She brushed the mask off of her lap and with a clatter, it was lost amongst the iron and gravel.

This was the start of a new chapter. She only hoped she and Blake would not grow to regret their choice. The way Adam just stood there and let the distance grow… somehow they would meet again and the thought gave (Y/n) goosebumps.

They never would have guessed where that decision and all that followed would take them. When Beacon fell, they had felt awful. Adam had been there, he stabbed Blake, slashed (Y/n)’s face, cut off Yang’s arm… Blake felt that as long as she was there, she’d be putting them all in danger, so she ran.

(Y/n) and Yang had been distraught, but where Yang was resigned, (Y/n) was determined to go looking for Blake. She tried to entice Yang to come along, but she wouldn’t budge. (Y/n) promised she would let her know when she found Blake as soon as she could because although Yang acted indifferent, she knew she was just as worried about Blake as she was.

(Y/n)’s search lead her to Menagerie and to a smoldering mansion. The smoke obscured the dawn, but through the commotion (Y/n) still found Blake in the center of it all, calling her fellow Faunus to action.

“Blake!” She called out, pushing through the crowd.

Blake scanned the crowd, quickly leaping into the sea of people when she saw (Y/n) struggling to get through. She reached her hand out and pulled her forward with enough force to knock their bodies into each other with force.

“(Y/n)!” Blake hugged her, she hugged her! “I can’t believe you’re here. I missed you.”

“I- I missed you too.” (Y/n) stammered, clumsily returning the embrace though her mind had suddenly grown fuzzy with the contact. She never would have guessed Blake would be so happy to see her. They were friends sure, but she had never seen Blake be so affectionate.

“Your tail,” Blake giggled, “it’s gone into overdrive.”

(Y/n) yelped in embarrassment and pressed her tail flat against her backside, making Blake laugh a little louder. (Y/n) couldn’t say she had ever heard Blake laugh like that before either. The Blake before her now was so different from the Blake who had left Adam and the White Fang behind her. She wasn’t covering her ears anymore. She was healing, budding like a new sapling in a scorched forest. She was breathtaking.

“What, (Y/n)’s here? No way! Wish you could’ve gotten here a little sooner. It was a crazy night.”

Sun swooped in, slinging a heavy arm over (Y/n)’s shoulders.

“You decided to stalk Blake too?” He grinned.

“I wasn’t stalking!” (Y/n) sputtered, horrified, “I was only— I just wanted to— I was only tracking her scent! (Because that sounds so much better) Just to make sure she’s okay! Because she’s my friend! And it looks like everything’s cool so I guess I’ll just head back to Vale—“

“Don’t go.” Blake spoke hurriedly, taking (Y/n)’s hand before she could slip away, “I need you.”

She needs me?! Me?!

“Huuuh…?” (Y/n) could only feel the fire in her blood skyrocket to new temperatures only found in the center of the planet. Sun snorted at her and she gathered enough functioning brain cells to elbow him in the stomach.

“We need to go to Mistral. The White Fang, Adam, they’re going to attack Haven Academy. I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but will you help us?”

(Y/n) wished that Blake knew she would never need to ask. Ever since she had tentatively whispered to her that she wanted to leave the White Fang and even before that she had (Y/n) in her pocket. (Y/n) would follow her to the end of Remnant as long as she wanted her.

“Just what have you gotten yourself into?” (Y/n) scoffed, then smirked, “I’m in.”

“Aw yeah!” Sun whooped, “Faunus dream team right here. Ilia, you’re welcome too. Even if you did stab and electrocute the crap outta me.”

“Ilia?” (Y/n) spun around, finding the other Faunus standing an awkward distance away.

“Uh, long time no see?” Ilia coughed, absently rubbing the back of her neck.

(Y/n) decided she wholly missed way too much while she and Blake had been apart.

The journey to Mistral was long, plenty of time to catch everyone up on what had gone down since the fall of Beacon. (Y/n) was surprised how easy it was to fall back into place with Blake, but it felt so different. Blake was different. She seemed more confident, more surprisingly she was kind of goofy. It was cute.

(Y/n) couldn’t help but feel a little jealous seeing her with Sun. Maybe he had brought that out of her. And things were awkward with Ilia too, but that was nothing new. Both of them had been very aware of each other’s crushes on Blake when they were both still in the White Fang. (Y/n) had tried to avoid being alone with her during their trek to Mistral, but she did catch her alone eventually.

“Congratulations, I guess.”

“…For what exactly?”

“Oh come on,” Ilia groaned, “don’t play dumb with me. I’m trying to bury the hatchet. Start fresh?”

“That sounds fine, great even, but what are you congratulating me for? I honestly have no idea.”

“You and Blake, idiot. Obviously. The girl we literally fought over behind her back? The girl you got to run away with?” She reminded, each word growing more noticeably bitter until she took a deep breath in, than a long exhale.

“Oh, well, we aren’t together-together. We haven’t been, and probably won’t be, anything other than friends… not saying you should try shooting your shot or anything though.” (Y/n) warned, making Ilia roll her eyes.

“Are you kidding? Did you see the way she ran to you when she saw you? You should have heard how she talked about you when we were fighting too. When it’s all said and done, she trusted you enough to tell you she wanted out of the White Fang over me… and she was probably right to.” A regretful look washed over Ilia’s face and (Y/n) put a hand on her back.

“Look at where you are now. You’re making a difference for the better, like what the White Fang was meant to do. You’re a good person, Ilia.”

Ilia’s lips twitched upward for a moment. She didn’t quite believe (Y/n), but she appreciated the sentiment from her old rival. “Thanks.”

“Everything okay over here?” Blake asked, jogging up from the slower ranks.

Both (Y/n) and Ilia flinched as if they had been caught doing something they shouldn’t have. Blake was somewhat aware of their rivalry but not the full extent of it.

“Yeah, just, um, catching up.” (Y/n) shrugged. Ilia nodded.

Blake bit the inside of her cheek, eyes darting between the two of them almost as if she was suspicious. Then as casually as she could, she eased herself between them and began a new subject.

When they finally made it to Haven, they dominated. (Y/n) had been scared to see Adam again, but Blake faced him with a courage that inspired (Y/n) to give her all as well. Together, they had him retreating into the woods, utterly defeated.

When they burst into the academy, they were in awe at all the familiar faces they saw fighting along. (Y/n) stood back, smiling fondly as team RWBY reconnected. She did feel the absence of her own team acutely. She could tell Sun did too. They were all in Vacuo last she heard.

“Told you I’d find her.” She chuckled when Yang forcefully pulled her down into the hug.

“I’ll know better than to doubt your nose,” Yang smiled tiredly.

Apparently the reason for the fall of Beacon and the attack at Haven was a lot bigger than anything (Y/n) or Blake could have imagined. Salem was no joke, and though it was an easy choice for Blake to continue on with her team, Sun already decided he was going to link back up with his team and the reminder that (Y/n) had a team of her own that she had separated from made her feel more than a little guilty.

Blake had told her it would be okay for her to go to Vacuo while they all began their journey to Atlas, but of course (Y/n) couldn’t agree to that. First and foremost her loyalties always laid with Blake, even before she had a team. Not to mention how dangerous this mission to defeat Salem would be… her team would understand. They knew how she felt about Blake, and this was a mission to save all of Remnant after all.

So she stayed. Everyone was happy to have her aboard, none more so than Blake. The further north they traveled, the colder and more difficult their journey became. They hit a wall with Argus and when trying to get through peacefully failed, they decided they would need to get more creative.

For (Y/n)’s part in the mission, she and Blake would disable the communications tower. Yang had drove them as close to the tower as she could without being noticed and (Y/n) only grew more anxious the closer they got.

Blake noticed and took her hand. She stopped walking and asked her what was wrong, her ears titled downward.

“I don’t know what it is… something just doesn’t smell right. I’ve smelled it a couple times before, but this is the strongest it’s been and I swear it’s getting stronger.”

“What is it?”

(Y/n) shook her head, unsure. “Something bad. We have to take care of the tower quickly. The sooner we get back to Yang, the better.”

When they got to the tower, they saw that a worse trouble than them had gotten their first. The tower watchmen were scattered around the tower, unresponsive, and that was when Adam decided to make himself known.

“I have waited so long for you to be alone Blake, but you can’t seem to be without each other for even a minute, can you?” He growled, baring his teeth at (Y/n).

“Adam! Why can’t you just leave us alone!” Blake yelled.

“You used to be such a good soldier (Y/n), a confidant. Then you just had to go and ruin everything, didn’t you? You manipulated Blake into leaving me so you could have her all to yourself.” He tightened his stance, hand on his sword, “I’m going to make the scar I left you with at Beacon look like a mark of beauty by the time I’m done with you.”

“She didn’t manipulate me into leaving!” Blake readied herself for Adam’s attack, “You did that all on your own, Adam!”

“So I just wasn’t good enough for you.”

“You know it’s so much more than that.”

Adam released an angry scream and lunged forward, starting the battle in earnest. The way he was moving was erratic and reckless. After Beacon and Haven and now ambushing them here, it was clear that he would never stop hunting. Try as Blake might, this cycle could only end one way.

“Blake, watch out!”

Adam had Blake backed up dangerously close to a cliff overlooking a magnificent waterfall. Blake’s back foot skidded off the ledge, but before she could fall completely, (Y/n) took her hand and swung her back up onto the ledge, placing herself into the precarious position Blake had been in moments before. Adam tried to take advantage and swung his sword with the intent to cleave (Y/n) in two no doubt, but (Y/n) gripped his wrist in one hand and his jacket in the other, taking him down with her into the frigid waters below. The last thing she saw before the water enveloped her was Blake on the cliff above, hand outstretched.

Below the water, Adam did not let up. They punched and kicked and struggled against each other. Their oxygen was quickly running out and Adam seemed more interested in making sure they both drowned than saving his own skin.

(Y/n) kicked him hard in the stomach trying to wrench herself free from his clutches. She heard a bubbling, gurgling sound and saw Adam begin to sink though his arms clawed at the water above him in a futile attempt to breach the surface. (Y/n) didn’t take the time to watch him sink any lower, her own air supply had reached was reaching its limits.

No matter how hard she kicked, the shimmering surface never seemed to get any closer. Dots began to speckle her vision and her lungs burned hollow. The light above her was suddenly blocked out and then she knew nothing.

(Y/n) came to with a round of violent coughs, expelling a concerning amount of water and bile. Hands grasped at her and hot breath fanned against her lips, gradually the muffled voices became clearer and (Y/n) opened her eyes, only finding gold before being enveloped in wet, inky black hair.

“Blake, give her room to breathe.”

(Y/n) blinked when the harshness of the sun met her full force. When she was able to keep her eyes open, she saw Blake and Yang hovering over her.

“Oh, (Y/n), can you hear me? I’ve got you, you’ll be okay.” Blake sobbed, cradling (Y/n)’s head in her hands.

“Blake—“ (Y/n) fell under a coughing spell and Blake shushed her.

“Just focus on breathing. Blake and I are going to carry you to Bumblebee so we can get to the ship. Just hang on.” Yang told her, already scooping her up on one side while Blake worked on the other.

They balanced (Y/n) on the motorcycle and Yang slipped in front of her while Blake took the back. Yang revved the engine and Blake held onto (Y/n) tight as they zoomed through the forest, catching up to the stolen airship with all the their friends on board.

It took a some time before (Y/n) could fully get her wits about her, but when she did they were well on their way to Atlas. She and Blake were wrapped up in a big blanket, her clothes still uncomfortably wet. She shivered, and one of Blake’s ears flicked against her cheek. Blake lifted her head from (Y/n)’s shoulder to get a better look at her, sleepily checking her all over.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah,” (Y/n) cleared her throat, trying not to think about how close Blake had been willing to sit with her yet again, “I’m fine, just a little uncomfortable with these wet clothes.”

“Me too. Unfortunately this plane is disappointingly bare of resources. Thankfully, Ruby and Qrow lended us their cloaks. It helps a little at least.”

(Y/n) looked down at the blankets and sure enough, they were a familiar deep red, one a little rattier than the other.

“Thanks guys.”

“No problem!” Ruby smiled, Qrow gave a loose thumbs up without looking away from the plane’s course.

“Blake, how did you get so soaked?” (Y/n) asked, her brain still felt waterlogged, so she had a hard time following all that had gone down.

“Really?” Weiss shook her head in disbelief.

Yang snorted, “Who do you think pulled you out? By the time I found you guys, Blake was already doing chest compressions.”

“Ah.” The chill from the water still enveloped her, but just beneath it, a fire began to rage.

Blake had pulled her out of the water and she— and she—

“Sorry about that!” She laughed awkwardly, putting a little breathing room between her and Blake, “Well, um, thanks for uh, not letting me die!”

Blake blinked twice in rapid succession, a bit stunned by (Y/n)’s sudden liveliness. Then she smiled warmly, scooting closer to (Y/n) once more. The poor girl could just about faint.

“Of course I wouldn’t let you die, are you kidding? Stop moving around so much, I’m freezing.”

“Sorry!”

“Not gonna do you much good in those wet clothes,” Maria laughed, “If you really want to warm up, you’re gonna have to take those off.”

A mix of laughter and groans rose from the group but (Y/n) was already too far gone to hear it. Turns out, she ended up fainting after all.

***

Once they were all set up in Atlas, (Y/n) worked really hard to allow Blake plenty of personal space. She worried a lot about Blake’s comfort and how her own feelings might affect Blake should she ever learn of them and judging by the not so subtle teasing of literally everyone, it might be sooner rather than later.

(Y/n) worried constantly about boundaries, making sure to show Blake she respected her autonomy. She wanted to leave no doubt that even if Blake finally put two and two together, they would still be friends at the very least. Adam had treated her like a possession who owed him everything. If Blake thought for even a second that (Y/n) was taking advantage of her budding affectionate side, then she would punt herself off of this floating rock of a kingdom posthaste.

But that was what made it so hard! Since when had Blake become so openly affectionate, and with (Y/n) specifically?

It seemed like every moment they could possibly be together, they were. Blake always had a hold of (Y/n)’s sleeve between her fingers or sleepily lean against her during morning briefings. (Y/n) often found herself wondering how she hadn’t failed a mission yet given she frequently flew by the seat of her pants because of how often Blake distracted her.

It was becoming harder and harder to maintain the invisible bubble (Y/n) tried to keep between them. It was hard to see Blake’s ears droop when she tried to reclaim that distance. It was becoming harder not to let an, ‘Be safe, I love you.’ slip off of her tongue when they were sent on separate missions. What was a girl to do?

A tired groan rumbled passed (Y/n)’s lips as she put on the soft and warm academy issued hoodie that quickly became a favorite after long days. It wasn’t late by any means, most of her friends were still out doing their own tasks, but being as exhausted as (Y/n) was, she slipped right into her bed. Mornings started hellishly early anyway, it was smart to get in as much sleep as possible. And without anybody else around, sleep came easily.

Blake entered the barracks just a little less than an hour later. Having heard that (Y/n) got back a little earlier, she hoped to ask her if she wanted to go to Robin’s election party with her the next night… as a date.

She was super nervous, and a party wasn’t exactly her first choice for a romantic date, but if she backed out now, who knows when the next opportunity would come along.

At first she was disappointed to see that (Y/n) was already asleep, but she got over it fairly quickly. (Y/n) must have been exhausted to have gone to bed so early, she needed her rest, and truthfully, Blake could use a couple extra hours too.

Blake got ready for bed and pulled back the covers, pausing when she heard (Y/n) begin to mumble. She chuckled quietly, it had been a long time since she heard (Y/n) talk in her sleep. Sometimes when they were doing overnight missions in the white Fang, Blake would hear (Y/n) say all manner of things when it was Blake’s turn to keep watch.

Blake crept over to (Y/n)’s bed and carefully sat near the foot of the mattress so she could better listen to whatever silly things she might say.

She seemed to be having a passionate discussion with someone. Some of the things she said were mundane, other random, and some things were completely unintelligible, but one thing made Blake’s heart nearly leap out of her chest.

“Because I’m in love with her. I’m in love with Blake Belladonna.” (Y/n) snoozed, but the passion with which she spoke couldn’t have been more clear if she had been wide awake. “Her hugs feel like sunshine and she’s more beautiful than when the moon and stars reflects off of tranquil waters. ‘Gotta be good to her and leave her be so I don’t cause any waves.”

Blake blushed, touched by those sleepy words, but also a bit saddened by them. If she understood that last mumbled line correctly, and if (Y/n)‘s waking thoughts were being accurately worded, then she was worried about getting too close to Blake and making her uncomfortable.

However, that’s not how Blake saw it at all. She loved (Y/n), without her, who knows where she would be right now. She wanted nothing more than for them to be closer, so closer she would get if (Y/n) felt like she couldn’t be the one to make the first move.

Blake joined the other Faunus in the same bed. The lack of room suited her just fine since she wanted to snuggle as close as she could. (Y/n) wiggled, subconsciously confused by the sudden lack of room, she squinted against the dark, sleepily asking what was going on.

“It’s just me.” Blake whispered. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yeah, are you okay though? Is something wrong?”

“No,” Blake smiled, “everything is just fine.”

“M’kay,” (Y/n) yawned, wrapping an arm around Blake to pull her in closer, “good night.”

“Good night, sleep well. We have a lot to talk about in the morning.”

But (Y/n) was already sleeping again.

Blake shook her head fondly then closed her eyes, focusing on the thrum of (Y/n)’s heart to lull herself to sleep.

[melonba11s]

could you write something where mc and ren try to fool around when strade isn't home? 👀

Fic 6 of 31! As you requested!

I added bits of my own flair to hit, hopefully you still like it!

Contains: Ren, MC, Strade, MC/Ren, Gender Neutral MC, Oral, Knot, mild violence

Ren being a beastkin meant a lot more than cleaning his fur out of the shower drain and being careful of his claws when sitting next to him while he watched his anime. A few months after you had first started living with him and Strade, it had happened. Ren had gone into heat. 

At first he was just “grumpy” as Strade put it. He didn’t want to be touched much, he was isolating himself. Then you had first found him staring intently at Strade, whimpering. Strade just stayed watching his show, but you could tell from the grin he was barely fighting down that he knew what Ren wanted. It had been days since then, with Strade either ignoring Ren, or telling him “later” if Ren actually began to beg. He was enjoying winding up the fox. 

Now you were sitting on the other side of the couch from Ren, who was just staring at the clock, his tail thumping. Strade was gone, and you could tell Ren was thinking of a million different ways he could try and convince Strade to finally give him the release he craved. 

“Hey, Uh… Ren?” you finally spoke up, your face was already turning red knowing what you were about to offer. You just felt bad for him, was all… 

“Yeah…” Ren’s voice was quiet, and there was a growl to it. Not hostile, just… needy. 

“Uhm… Do you want me to help you?” Silence hung in the air for only about half a second, before Ren was sitting up. 

“Y-Yeah, please. I… I’ve just been used to only having Strade around- You’ve been so nice to me- I didn’t want to force you but if you’re gonna offer” He was stammering, pushing his pants down. He must have been really holding himself back. 

You made yourself cozy on the floor, between his legs as Ren freed his aching erection. Thankfully he wasn’t super disproportionate down there.

 He was about average size, it wouldn’t be too difficult to suck him off. It was kind of cute, actually. He had a patch of fur at the base, and out of curiosity more than anything you ran your fingers through it. It’s softness calmed you down a little, as you leaned in to begin your volunteer work. 

Running your tongue under the side of it first, then over the head, you could hear Ren gasping his hands running through your hair. You flinched a bit as his claws nicked your scalp, but it didn’t feel like it was deep enough to draw blood. 

“Sorry… I don’t think I can hold back.” You didn’t have time to even look at him in confusion before he pulled your head all the way down. In shock, you choked, not expecting the entire length of his cock to be shoved down your throat so soon. 

It took a bit of time to adjust to it, but eventually you were able to control your gag reflex and even attempt to give him dopey “fuck me” eyes, hoping it’d help him along faster as he thrusted into your mouth. 

It seemed to be working… His growls were getting a little higher pitched, he was panting, it felt like his cock was beginning to swell a little. 

His knot was beginning to inflate, his hips stuttering to keep it inside. Realizing what this meant, you tried to pull yourself back to warn Ren, ask him not too. But he gave a particularly loud howl as he pulled your head back down, your nose buried in that soft pubic fur. 

His knot expanded quickly now as you felt his cum hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex again for a moment before you swallowed it down. Your mouth was stretched open uncomfortably wide, and you quickly shot Ren a glare. 

Now he’d done it. You gave an experimental tug back of your head, only to find it was downright painful to get your teeth over it. In turn, Ren gave a small yip of pain, jumping a little, as if he had forgotten you were a real living person he had been treating like a fleshlight. 

If you were both stuck… That just meant there was a good chance that Strade was going to find you both like this. And they say if you speak of the devil, he will appear. 

“Oi! You two getting along?” The door slammed open and closed as Strade came in, back from whatever he had left the house to do. You could only hear him right now, his German accent caused a small lilt in his voice. His footsteps were getting closer, and you again gave a futile tug of your head, trying to pull yourself off before Strade found you. Ren whined in pain as you tried, he looked just as nervous though. 

“What's with the noise buddy? You hurt or something?” Strade appeared in the living room, lighting up one of his cigars. He must have had a good day, he usually only smokes when he has a good day. Maybe that meant a better outcome for you two. 

Strade’s expression was unreadable for a moment as he took in the situation, puffing on his cigar for a few seconds before his face split into a wide grin. 

“Aha! Finally grew the balls to play with the new toy, Ren?” Strade flopped down onto the couch, pulling Ren in and giving him a rough hair ruffling. His gaze fell on you now. Your jaw was starting to ache from staying open, and you gave a muffled whine, begging Strade to do something. 

“Aaah, are you stuck?” Strade had a look of fake sympathy on his face, “I guess your cute little mouth wasn’t up to the task, huh? Don’t worry, Buddy. I can help you out.” Your face lit up, wondering what Strade was going to do- 

He had taken the cigar out of his mouth, and was pointing the lit end at you. The dried tobacco inside was visible, curling and smoldering away into orange embers. And it was getting closer. 

You gave an involuntary shriek, jerking back on instinct. Ren hissed in pain, and a glance towards him showed you that Strade had wrapped an arm around Ren tightly, locking his arms in place. 

So it was either stay stuck and get a nasty burn, or… You braced yourself, glancing over at the cigar as it came closer, before pulling yourself back as much as you could. It sent a burning pain down your jaw, it felt like the muscles in it were being torn slowly. Ren wasn’t faring much better, now letting out sobs of pain.

“Strade!! Stop! They’re gonna tear it off!!” He was in hysterics, but it was doing its part in helping his knot deflate it seemed. You were jolted to the present though as you felt a searing pain on your cheek. Your own screech of pain joined Ren’s as you felt the tip of the cigar begin to press into your skin, throwing yourself back from it. 

There was a sickening pop as you flew backwards, and then a ringing in your ears as your skull hit the floor. You let out a gasp, grateful for fresh air, before feeling up around your jaw. It wasn’t dislocated, a fucking miracle it seemed. 

Ren was sobbing quietly now, still held against Strades side as Strade tugged the fox’s pants back up, making him decent again. 

You apprehensively touched the burn on your cheek… It wasn't serious, though a little sticky. He must not have pressed it into your skin enough to leave a bad burn. 

You watched as Strade put his cigar back in his mouth, now turning on the TV. Just like that, he was acting normal again, as if nothing had happened. He was even humming a little as he flicked through the channels. 

“So, do you two want chinese for dinner?”

[fenkizard]

The ask game inspired me to leave some of my writing here. This is fairly old and only briefly edited but I still love it

The tv light was dim, nearly as unoffending as a night light to sleeping eyes when the brightness was cranked down.

A heavy hand carded through orange curls, the hours taken to remove the matting and nests within visibly paying off as strands slithered down his knuckles.

A bony, echoing knock rapped against the wood of the door. There was no hesitation to the taps but they carried a strange tone all the same. Like the person might have found it difficult to keep their hand there too long.

The towering man rose, languid, unrushed, child’s head eased off his leg. The absence privately mourned as the warmth of the air subtly brushed away the heated indent on his skin, drying off the perspiration on the back of his legs in the same breath.

He made his way to the front, door swung open, and there an older woman stood. She was only half his size if that and worse off than she was years ago. The last time she’d shown her face to the outskirts of the ol’ background town, she’d left him with a kid and a promise to get better.

Now though? Her eyes were sunken, bags prominent and sagging enough that one could imagine peeling her lids down so far as to run a finger between the bone and the rigid, glazed whites. The eyes themselves were uncomfortably pale in the night, rimmed by red.

She stood at his door, the sliver of a moon diving down into the deep of the cloud cover, and told him to bring out her child.

No, he said.

She raised her voice, and her finger waggled and jabbed at his chest. She had her yellowed teeth bared at him, voice grating over her throat when she suggested- threatened forcing past him into the home. Into the room Finch was set, slumbering shallowly on the old couch.

She took a step forward, body angled to the side where the door was hung open.

He could just smell her breath, rotten and putrid when she puffed.

Robin took his own pace towards her, rising from where he was leaned against the frame. Now he properly stood above her, mass blocking the doorway when he squared his arms to his sides.

She backtracked, feet hitting the dirt at strange angles as she backpedaled. She looked like a sickly animal, a dog with it’s chops twitching and bony bumped tail shuddering under its groin.

He would be quiet. Finch, in all his unshakable resilience, hated screams. The real gut curdling kind that swayed into wails, getting a few turned heads from coyotes and folks at the edges of the rural.

People in the community saw everything. Somebody always did. An environment where privacy was a thing you kept in the dysfunctional family of boarded window homes that lined the block. Everyone had one cracked pane of glass at the least.

The pig farmer would not not check on his pigs that dawn, assured by his brothers and his wife that the big man had done his community service, remnants of a big black garbage bag polished off by the swine come sun up.

The farmer would chortle and smack the splintered home table with a curse. It saved him a good few bucks on feed after all.

Later, in the sweltering heat of the midday, feet dangling off the fence of the pig pen, a red headed kid went tossing rotting carrots to the fat blotchy creatures.

As far as finch knows, his mother never came back for him.

Chances are I’ll write like two more one shots and throw them all on ao3 for fun

[struckd0wn]

Pup ── Junker Queen

Junker Queen x ftm!reader (no uses of pronouns so could also be gn!reader)

CW: pre-bottom surgery, no mention of chest, pet play?, face riding, smut, t-dick and hole used for describing anatomy , oral sex, I need her so badly dude, some praise :3, it's short (sorry)

The jiggle of the door handle made you immediately jump up to greet your lover. Odessa barley had time to walk through the doorway before you had your arms wrapped around her middle. "Hiya pup, did you miss me?". She smiles down at you, setting down her axe before holding you at your waist. Her hand slides further down, grabbing the artificial tail that hung between you legs. The woman tugs on is, causing you to flinch.

Odessa had wanted to try something new. A butt plug, and at the end a tail. She told you if you wore it all day she would reward you, and you delivered. "Well, guess you're waitin' on the reward huh? Good puppy." She teases, you blush at the praise.

She scoops you up in her arms, walking you threw the apartment and to your shared bed. Although she is the queen of Junker town, the apartment is still well...junk. Dez puts you down and sits just across from you. "Whatever it is you want, I'll do anything." Odessa purrs, and you nearly crumble at her statement.

You rub your chin like your thinking really hard about it and that makes her chuckle. But the thing is you've been thinking about this all day, although now, having to say it out loud felt kind of embarrassing. "Well..." You start, bowing your head a little. You mumbled your request and Dez rolls her eyes at you.

"Say it with your chest now!" She huffs, pushing you playfully on the shoulder.

You sigh, meeting her eyes for just a second. "Can I... Sit on your face?". Odessa almost can't believe you for a second as she howls out a loud laugh, she thought it would have been a bit more that that. She found it nothing to be embarrassed about.

Odessa lays down beside you, giving you no time to feel embarrassed. "Of course hun, hop on." She beckons you over. You hesitate for just a second before straddling her abdomen. You lean down to kiss her and she happily accepts, holding your face in her much larger hands. Soon, she gets impatient and pulls you off of her lips. "Cmon now, lemme taste ya." She whispers between the two of you.

You pull up, standing over her on your knees, shuffling up to hover over her face. You're already undressed of you pants and underwear from earlier that morning. Looking down you watch her smile before wrapping her arms around your thighs and pulling you down abruptly.

Odessa immediately rips a moan out of you as she licks up your fold, your t-dick rubbing against the bridge of her nose. You grab the headboard, grounding yourself against her face and it seems she's enjoying this just as much as you are. She slurps at your fold eagerly, like a woman starved, she can't get enough of the taste of you. Her hands slide up to your waist, helping you grind against her. Dez's tongue catches on your hole and you jolt forward, the only coherent thing you've said being her name. "Dessa..." You moan lowly and she stops for just a moment for air before she's right back on you, taking your clit into her mouth. One of your hands snake down to grip at her hair, now effectively riding her face. Odessa let's you use her face, you had been so good, you earned it. You cunt sliding up and down her face, occasionally taking time to stop over her tongue.

She can tell your almost finished when you legs begin to shake, trembling on her open mouth. The friction her noses gives as you rub against is enough for you to release with a scream, doubling over her while shaking. It takes you a bit to catch you breathe, and you can feel her licking you threw your orgasm. You lift yourself off of her and she's still got that stupid smile on her face, but this time she's covered with you slick.

"Delicious."

A/N: this is literally my first time writing on here, it feel a lot different from ao3 (kinda?!?!) but I hope y'all like it anyways cuz I love junkerqueen I need her so freaking bad I need help.

[arcaneacolyte]

Another smut prompt

15 with Aurora and Phantom

Please and thank you 💚

Thank you for the prompt! Also, first time writing these two together, so let's go! 15. "That's not how we ask for things, is it?" ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧

They have a special bond, the two of them. Ghouls summoned together usually do.

Even though both Phantom and Aurora are different elements—he Quintessence and she a Multi-Ghoul—they are inexorably drawn together.

They both learned together what it was like to be a Ghoul on Earth and what that entailed. Earth was so different from the Pit, especially for two young Ghouls going on tour with a rock band. And even though it might have taken a while for the band pack to get used to them, they always had each other.

It makes sense with their comraderie, their intertwined senses of self that they would fall into bed together. It's a natural progression. Turns out they're compatible there too. They explore one another's bodies, push themselves to see just how many times they can cum. Explore kinks with one another with the same excitement of a pet learning a new skill.

Which has led them here. Phantom, on his knees with his legs spread wide, his jeans doing little to nothing to hide his already throbbing erection. Aurora, standing over him in her uniform—sans the helmet—watching him as he looks up at her with reverent horny eyes.

She demanded he keep his hands to himself, and the lithe Quintessence Ghoul had done a good job of it so far while Aurora spilled filth towards him, praising him and degrading him in measure, curious to see how her words would effect him.

With how he's squirming and whining and panting like a bitch in heat, she's confident that he's affected.

She circles him with slow, careful steps, reaching out to brush against him with the lightest touches. Her tail against his own, one of her claws against the tip of his horn, her cape against his side. So close and yet so untouchable, and the power it gives the little Ghoulette is enough to make her shudder and wet between her own thighs.

On one pass in front of him, she steps in between his spread legs, and the sharp garbled moan—as if he wasn't expecting it to come out—gives Aurora pause.

She turns pivots and looks down, sees Phantom's eyes trained sharply on her boot and not her face as he had been, and the little Ghoulette tilts her head in interest.

With a quick, sharp movement, she pivots again, pressing her boot against Phantom's straining erection, rubbing the toe against the little wet spot forming against the denim. She smiles as he whines pathetically, humping his hips suddenly like he doesn't have a thought in the world. She allows him a few seconds of chasing pleasure, enough time for him to realize that he's disobeyed her, and she can't help the smile widening when he doesn't. It drops then, and she presses her boot harder, pinning him rather than giving him something to thrust against. Phantom's eyes snap closed as he hisses in pain, his arms shooting out from behind his back to grip her calf. It just makes a sneer pull at her lips and she presses harder. "Tsk--" she clicks with her tongue. "You want my boot so badly, it's made you lose your brain…."

Phantom simply whines, one eye pinched shut no doubt due to pain, but the other wide and glassy, staring up at her as if she hung the moon and the stars. She gives a long suffering sigh, and says, "What do you want, Bug?"

He even tries to hump with his erection almost pinned to the ground, the little masochist, and Aurora hisses sharply at him once, causing him to freeze and both his eyes to shoot open now, locking on her own, trembling with what is quite possibly frightened arousal. Aurora scents the air plainly, smirking as she feels his cock throb through the sole. It smells so much better when there's a little fear in him.

She speaks finally. "That's not how we ask for things, is it?"

It's sharp, said with a feigned politeness that should send chills down Phantom's spine for once again disobeying her. She watches him scrabble, his tail coming up to wrap around her calf in some placating gesture that she finds adorably pathetic. She lets it slide, only since the little tears that were gathering at Phantom's lash-line start to fall, dripping down his face and making a beautiful mess of him.

She wants to mess him up more. "Well?" She asks, when he hasn't answered her quickly enough.

"N-no…." Phantom finally croaks out, his raw even though he hasn't even been moaning all that long or that laboriously. Debauched with a boot pressing his cock tightly to the floor, controlling him with just that. The idea sends another idle pleasant shiver down Aurora's spine. Her tail whips around sharply once as she watches him try to scramble together some semblance of an answer that might please her.

"Pl-please……" is all the Ghoul can say.

"Please, what, Phantom?" Aurora replies pointedly, tired of waiting. She presses her boot ever so much tighter against him, sure now—especially with the Quintessence Ghoul's delicious little cursing whine—that it's now edging across the line of just painful and not at all pleasurable. And yet Phantom's cock is hard all the same.

"Please--M-mommy~"

Oh, isn't that interesting?

Aurora smiles then, and removes the harsh pressure from his erection, but keeps it where it is between his thighs. The Multi-Ghoul watches Phantom with sharp eyes as it starts to register with him what she wants. She commands him with a saccharine tone. "Alright, Baby Boy….. go ahead and fuck Mommy's boot."

[historianthesecond]

I'm currently loving Who Came In With the Sea. Any idea when part III will be out. No pressure ofc my lovely.

Hi! Thank you 🥺🥺 I'm glad you're liking it 💓 probably between this week and the next (but I really hope it can be this week). I have planned the outline already, I just need to write it down! 🙈

Buuut, I do have a snippet :3

It was a windy morning, with chipped waves against the hull. You always liked the way the early morning tinted the whole sea as if it were made of silver, sometimes with a thick fog hanging like a veil; the perfect disguise so you could return home from a nocturnal swim without the fishermen noticing as they also headed back to the docks. 

However, in the open sea, matters got complicated. As soon as you emerged, you had no cover from corals or other boats blocking the view; and contrary to the sport fishing boats, the hull of the Volkvolny was too tall to try to climb, unless you tried to use the anchor line a makeshift staircase.

You didn’t trust your arms and legs to support your weight, as you’d been swimming around the ship all night until you felt the invigorating pain of the muscles of your tail, skin hydrated and healthy—finally healthy, showing the outline of your blueish-silver scales as your friend the squid fluttering around you like a crimson ghost. 

You had to shoo it away, promising that you’d snuck up tonight to visit, too. More for your sanity than your friend’s, knowing that there was no way you could deny the sea call now that you had tasted the long-lost feeling of the water surrounding you, embracing you as it gurgled in the bubbles of your breath, like the intimate mutter of a mother. 

Welcome home. 

You looked at the grey landscape in front of you, dunes of seafloor starting to come alive as the creatures of the night retreated to the abyss. The sun was getting brighter, with white and golden rays that would let you stand up like the fallen layer of an iceberg if you stayed there for too long. There was no time to lose. 

The wind was cold against the warmer temperature of the water, your hands gripping the chain locked to the giant anchor, half-morphed from your webbed claws to normal human fingers. 

Your ears filled with the sound of metal rattling against the wooden hull, but nobody looked down at the deck. Perhaps it was breakfast time, the guards from the night before resting already. Breath ragged out your chest as you crawled, the clothing hung on your wet body like an uncomfortable layer you preferred not to wear—but then, you wouldn’t be caught naked from the deck down to the bunks. 

It felt like a little eternity until you reached the rail, hands grabbing the worn-out surface, thinking that perhaps your claws would have better a grip. Your vision adjusted to the growing light shining against the pale sails, dancing points of darkness that solidify in a very concrete, very real figure sitting comfortably over a barrel. 

You looked at him, the glass swinging around his wrist shining a rich gold, probably whiskey or brandy. From all the things you could’ve thought, the first one was: isn’t it too early to drink?

“See?” Sturmhond said to no one in particular, or at least, to someone that was blocked from your view. “I told you all things submerged in the sea sooner or later resurface.” He drank the remnants of his drink, and you couldn’t know if the smile he was giving you was ironic, annoyed, or simply drunk. “We were looking for you everywhere, angelfish.”

“Angelfish?” you had to ask back. If he was surprised of hearing your voice, he concealed it well. 

The captain shrugged. “Amuse me.” He gestured for you, as you were still hung into the railing, arms shivering with the effort. Soon, you felt two pairs of arms helping you up as if you were not heavy at all. The Grisha twins looked at you, eyes fixated in every move as you felt a pang of guilt at seeing Tamar. 

“Why don’t we talk about what can you do?” Sturmhond clapped, his elbows leaned over his thighs, leaning closer to the wet pile of skin and clothes that was you. “Besides talking and singing, as someone has kindly informed me.”