#He gets startled but then's just like ''Ugh fine'' lol

[zepskies]

Headcanon: Teasing him under the table.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x F. Reader, Beau Arlen x F. Reader, Soldier Boy/Ben x F. Reader

AN: This was requested by this lovely anon:

Could you please write an imagine or something of all three boys (Dean: love the plus-sized one-shots; Ben from BMD: love your interpretation of The Boys; and Beau) - and how would they react to their girlfriends giving them a footsie? 👀

I'm interpreting this as a "playing footsie" moment lol.

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Flirting, innuendo, and some smuttiness. (You know Ben. 🙄)

Headcanon: How Dean, Beau, and Ben would react to you teasing him under the table.

Dean Winchester

Because of the request, I had the Espresso-verse version of Dean and the reader in mind, but this can be general Dean x Reader too.

Dean is playful by nature. (AKA: a professional flirt.)

He enjoys working you up, but he enjoys it even more when you're confident enough to tease him back...even if it somehow always surprises him.

But he's been driving you crazy all damn day. Throughout the whole damn hunt.

Flirty smiles, suggestive quips masked as "innocent" remarks, brief touches to your arm, the small of your back, guiding you by your hip, a thumb swiping under your shirt and against your skin, lightly pressing into your curves...

It's all "normal," except for the deeper, suggestively teasing glint in his eyes.

He's in a good mood, and he wants you to know it.

And it's all in front of Sam, who knows the game you two are playing. Sometimes he smiles in both amusement and fondness, and he looks away to allow you guys your moment. Sometimes he rolls his eyes, or just tries to ignore it when he's had enough of you two eye-fucking in plain sight.

Dean knows what his touch does to you, but you know one or two of his weaknesses too...

When the hunt is finally over, the three of you find the closest diner to the motel you're staying at.

Dean orders the greasiest burger you've ever seen. He also teases Sam for already looking for the next case with his laptop at the table.

Dean glances over, his lips starting to curve as he licks a bit of burger juice off his fingers. He looks at you dead in the eyes while he sucks his digits clean.

He's equal parts noisy and disgusting. But damn him, your hand tightens around your glass of water. Your lips press together, and so do your legs. You nudge his foot with your boot and raise your brows. Stop it.

He pouts, and he nudges your foot right back. Make me.

You tilt your head at him. Adopting a certain smile, you slide your foot across the floor, under the table, and graze his calf with the side of your boot.

Dean's lips twitch. Sam is seemingly oblivious as he continues researching on his laptop.

Your foot travels higher up Dean's leg, up the inside of his thigh. You only gasp a little when he suddenly reaches down and grabs your ankle. His resulting smirk is salacious, even as he challenges you with his eyes. What're you gonna do now?

You contemplate exactly that, when his brother's voice startles you.

"Can you guys do me a favor and quit it?" Sam asks. He doesn't even look up from his laptop. "At least wait until we get home."

You bite your lip and blush. Both you and Dean fight harder smiles at being caught.

"No one likes a killjoy, Sammy," Dean remarks. Sam just sends his brother a dry look.

Dean's amusement remains. He taps on your ankle in contemplation, but after a moment, he lets you go. He grabs his phone and texts you under the table.

"Quickie out back?"

You grimace, then you text him back.

"Gross, babe. There are things I promised myself I'd never do in a public bathroom."

"So...meet you in 5? Come on, I'll do that thing you like. 😈"

His stupid grin, his stupid face, his long fingers tapping on the tabletop (somehow, even that is suggestive). It all eventually breaks you down.

"...Ugh, fine," you reply. You slide out of your chair first. But as you walk past him, you let your fingers brush down his neck — in a way that always makes a little shiver run down his spine. You smirk in satisfaction as you walk away.

He might've started it, but you could damn well finish it.

Beau Arlen

Oh, my dear cowboy sheriff...

Beau is also a jokester. He takes his work and the people in his life seriously, but he likes to keep things "loose." Perhaps it's a coping mechanism, but it's mostly just his way of going through life.

Tonight, however, is a tense dinner with your parents, Beau, Emily, and his parents that are visiting from Houston.

It's a nice steakhouse, more high scale than you or Beau are used to, but your parents insisted on it. Beau's parents are good-natured and full of southern charm. They're just happy to see their son and granddaughter, let alone meet his girlfriend for the first time.

The night is only tense because, as much as you love your parents, they're not sure about you dating a man with such a dangerous job.

They also have a thing about appearances, and the fact that he's divorced and has a child who isn't yours, and frankly, all the things you don't give a rat's ass about.

Your back is ramrod straight in your chair (there's a tightness in your spine that comes every time your mom taps you on the hand with her fork to remind you not to slouch).

You can't even really taste what you're eating, because you're too focused on making sure your parents don't say anything insulting to Beau and his family.

Then a boot taps against your open-toed heel. You glance over at your boyfriend, and he's already wearing a smile. He gives you a teasing wink as he eats a forkful of mashed potatoes.

Your stress begins to melt, just like that. God, this man.

You smile back at him and take a calming sip of wine. Your mom begins to talk about her upcoming tupperware party. Your smile deepens, but not because of that.

You playfully tap your foot on Beau's without looking at him.

You feel his discreet stare on the side of your face, but you pretend to be invested in your mom's conversation about tupperware. (I mean really, I thought those parties went extinct. Apparently, not in the Midwest.)

Beau's foot nudges yours back. You hook your toes under the hem of his pant leg, inching it up and up...

He retaliates with a hand drifting down your thigh, over the skirt of your dress. He grabs just above your knee and squeezes. Your leg jerks up on reflex, and your knee hits under the table hard enough to rattle the silverware, making you yelp.

The whole table looks over at you in both surprise and concern. (Your mother more in disapproval.)

Beau bites his lip against a deeper smile.

"You okay there, baby?" he asks.

"Sorry, my foot slipped," you lie through a tight smile. When you turn to him, your eyes narrow a fraction, promising retribution. You grab his hand tightly, but he just uses the motion to bring yours up to his lips.

Beau looks forward to whatever you plan to dish out next, as long as you wait until after dessert.

Soldier Boy (Ben)

Aw hell, this guy. 😂 I'm imagining BMD-verse Ben for this one...

Ben has a decent sense of humor, but he doesn't often like to be teased.

He'd rather be respected.

But you love to tease him anyway.

You also know his "limits," but it doesn't stop you from figuratively tap dancing all over them when you have the opportunity. You're slowly but surely trying to get him to loosen up.

Sometimes though, it bites you in the ass.

Like tonight, when you've gotten him to come with you to a Broadway show. You two have your own private booth on the second floor balcony. (He likes the privacy, and it's safer for you, as he's argued.)

20 minutes in, and you can already tell he's gotten bored. To be fair, it's a drama that's admittedly a bit dry and slow. You don't want him to walk out before the intermission, so you start to hatch an idea...

Your legs are crossed, and you draw your high-heel slowly against the side of his foot. When he glances over you, you pretend to be invested in the show. Your arms are crossed over your black dress that falls to mid-thigh. Your jacket is draped across your lap.

You brush the thin point of your heel across the top of his shoe, then inch it up under his pant leg, higher and higher.

Until Ben's hand finally grabs hold of your knee. Biting your lip, you turn to him with a smile.

"Do you mind? I'm watching the show," you tell him. He allows you to peel his hand of your leg and place it back in his lap. You cross your legs in the opposite direction.

Ben raises his brows. His lips twitch slightly, but he seems to acquiesce, relaxing back in his seat.

For a while, you actually watch the play. You become invested in the story and the characters by the time it gets halfway through Act 1.

That's when you feel a strong hand slowly slip down your thigh and between your legs, slowly rucking up the skirt of your dress.

You try to stifle a gasp as you look over at Ben. He doesn't meet your hot stare, but his hand is certainly on the move, covered by your jacket. He brushes against your panties.

Against your better judgment, you let him spread your legs wider. A smile finally crosses his face. His fingers hook around your underwear and brush between your folds. You let out a shaky breath and shift in your seat.

You know you should stop him, but you can't help the warm coil of arousal starting pool in your lower belly, and between your legs. Ben feels it with a smirk. His fingers find your clit with ease.

"Ben," you gasp, warning him in a heated whisper.

He leans over and presses a raspy kiss to your neck, thanks to his beard.

"Perks of a private room," he says. His voice is a low rumble in your ear.

You start to shake your head. You know you started this, but you also know him. This has the potential to go off the rails very quickly.

"This isn't a room. We're on a damn balcony," you breathe out, even as his fingers continue to work you over. You bite your lip to stifle a moan. "Anyone could—"

"Who gives a fuck?" Ben says gruffly.

As usual, his raunchy brand of logic (and his talented hands) manage to persuade you to give in.

AN: lol I had fun with this one. Let me know what you think! 💜

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[powerfultenderness]

Ok but what if reader and konig were out for a coffee or something, and they run into Adrian! I don’t know if you meant for their breakup to be on good terms or not, that’s up to you, but I just want to see konig get all jelly.

Sorry this one is a little late! I couldn't decide which way to go. But I still love Adrian so I couldn't have him hurt lol! 😅

Sooo, I have König doing something else! Which means I'm dropping a (Mature 18+ rating on this!)

“Ah! Hide me!” you gasped and jumped behind König. 

He stiffened, left hand flying behind him for a second as if to anchor you to him, but that was hardly needed as you were clinging to his back. “What! What is it?”  

“It’s him!” You whispered sharply into König’s back. “My ex!” 

“Where? Who?” 

You didn’t even notice him clenching his fists and holding them down at his sides. “By that bench. Blue suit. Five-eleven.” König nodded, spotting the man.

“Cute dorky glasses.” 

The guy he was looking at was wearing silver rimmed aviator glasses. Was that cute?

“Light green eyes.” 

He nodded again, green eyes, yea he was definitely looking at the right guy.

“Pretty curly brown hair,” you continued, gripping König’s shirt even harder. “Ugh, absolutely stunning smile with dimples and dazzling teeth,” you sighed and sagged against König a bit, “and-”

“Ok.” König interrupted you, he already spotted the guy, he didn’t need you to keep talking about him. “Who is he with?” 

“He’s with someone?” You gasped again and popped out from behind him to look. 

“Oh!” You barely managed to squeak out before your lips started to tremble. “She’s so pretty.” Your voice fell as you tried not to cry.

The woman was just Adrian’s type. Tall, skinny blonde with killer legs, could very well be a Taylor Swift (his biggest celebrity crush) clone. You really shouldn’t be surprised that he moved on with such a beautiful woman.

König looked away from your ex to you, clinging to him with one hand, and clutching at the fabric above your heart with the other. Your eyes were shining with tears that you were desperately trying to hold back and you were biting your bottom lip so hard that soon you’d draw blood. 

“You are prettier.” 

You didn’t hear him. And even if you had, you probably wouldn’t have understood the German. You’d tilt your head all cutely and smile at him as you asked him to translate. But you didn’t hear him, and you didn’t ask him to translate. König growled to himself, he didn’t like the hold this guy seemed to have on you. 

It wasn’t until he dropped a heavy hand on your shoulder did you snap out of whatever trance Adrain had over you. “Let’s go.” He needed to get your mind off of your ex (and preferably on him!).

“O-oh!” You looked up at him, eyes still brimming with unshed tears, “yea. Totally. My bad!” And the fake smile you gave him would fool no one. 

As luck would have it, just as you turned around, someone shouted your name. You froze and König growled again. He turned to face Adrian first, startling the smaller man enough to get a quiet, “whoa!” out of him. 

Even through his peripherals, he saw you quickly smoothing out your clothes and hair before you turned around too, this time your fake smile was much more convincing.

“Adrian! Hey,” you greeted the man, though remained firmly planted next to König. 

Adrian smiled that dangerous smile. The one that made you fall for him in the first place and still had you blushing. He tried to step further into your space, arms spread for a hug, but König caught him by the shoulder and pushed him back. 

“Hey, man! Not cool!” Adrian pointed a finger at König once he caught himself.

“Do not touch her.” 

König’s cold tone and death glare had both you and Adrian glancing at him with concern. It isn’t until you reach out a tentative hand and touch his arm does he stop glaring at Adrian. “It’s fine, König.” 

After taking a moment to glance between you and König, Adrian stepped back, he even braved tapping your free hand as he motioned for you to follow.

König growled, fists clenching and he nearly stormed after the other man. He told him not to touch you!  

“It’s fine.” You repeated and gave his arm another pat for reassurance. 

He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around and simply pull you away from your ex. But you followed him instead…

“What’s up?” You tried to sound unaffected. 

Adrian looked behind you and frowned. “You really with that guy?” 

“Yea. Why?” 

You hadn’t moved so far that König could no longer hear, and when you so casually admitted that you were with him, well, he was somehow both smiling and glaring under his mask.

“I just wanted to say hi, but,” he eyed König again, “do you still have my number?”

Your brows furrowed as you shook your head. “No. I deleted it when we broke up. Why?” 

Adrian reached inside his jacket and pulled out a business card and a pen. He scribbled his personal number on the back and handed it to you. “Here, take it. Just in case.” 

You blinked, a pang of familiarity hitting you as you read his messy handwriting. “Just in case what? I need a lawyer?” 

“No…” He sighed and nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I’ve just, seen this a few times. After a break up, women will date the first dangerous guy they meet and-” 

“He’s not going to hurt me, Adrian! ” You yelled and threw his card back at him. You had aimed for his face, but the little card hit his chest instead. 

“I’m just worried about you,” he sighed and tried to hand you the card again.

“He’s never even been mean to me, unlike you!” 

“What! I was never mean to you!” 

“You broke my heart!” 

Adrian stopped, he looked so taken aback with his mouth hanging open and eyes nearly as wide as his lenses. 

You sighed as he struggled, and failed, to think of a response. “Goodbye, Adrian.” That actually felt good, as there had been a lack of closure when you broke up. 

“But,” Adrian tried once more to talk to you, but seeing you done with him, König stepped between you and Adrian. 

“Leave.” He growled out and stared him down. 

“Jesus! Ok! Ok!”

He waited for Adrian to turn around and return to his partner before he relented, finding you quickly and dropping his hand to the small of your back. 

You muttered out a quiet thanks and an apology for ruining a nice day, but König shook his head, he wouldn’t mind going home anyways. “Too many people.” 

The next time you spoke up you were in front of your door, fishing your keys out of your purse. You were in the middle of a half hearted thank you to König when you suddenly found yourself pressed up against the door, König’s left arm braced against the door while his right arm was wound around your waist, pulling you tight against him.

“Ah! K-könig! What!” You squealed, heart pounding wildly in your chest as you tried to push back, only for him to tighten his hold on you, pulling you even closer to his hard body. 

You could feel everything. From the muscles in his arms trapping you against him, every breath he took, the flutter of his mask as he pressed his mouth against the side of your face, and the way his dick was hardening against your ass. You gasped, your entire body buzzing with want, need. 

“Do not think of him.” He growled into your ear, earning a whimper from you, your struggling against him not an attempt to get out of his hold, but to feel more of him. 

“Wh-what?” You finally managed to gasp out, one hand clutching at his arm as you tried to calm down. 

He wasn’t having that. Behind the loose front of his mask, his mouth found your neck. His teeth found your neck. You whined, quietly moaning out his name, as his tongue lapped at and soothed the fresh bite mark. “Think only of me.” 

You let out a breathy whine as you could definitely feel the outline of his hardness roughly rutting into you, your front pressed fully against the door at this point. He repeated the action a few times, heavy pants fanning your neck, tongue sliding out over your skin once more. It wasn’t elegant, but desperate and needy. Until he suddenly stilled and gently set you fully back on the ground. 

He turned you around, setting your back against the door, and moved his hand from your waist to cup your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Goodnight.” 

You blinked. “What?” No. That one you understood. “What?”

He chuckled, “remember to lock your door.” 

What! You sagged against the door and watched as he walked down the hall to his own flat. How in the world were you supposed to go to sleep after that? 

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[int-writersmind]

Hanging On The Telephone

Pairing: Peter Parker x Gn!Reader

Sequel to Potential Customer (but could be read as a stand-alone)

Summary: After lending Peter your favorite vinyl, you wonder when you'll see him again...to get your record back of course! No other reason...

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

Author's Note: I imagine the album that Reader gives to Peter as Parallel Lines by Blondie but it's neutral enough to be whatever you want it be. The opening track is Hanging on the Telephone so use that info to your discretion.

Also I'm buzzed on two glasses of rosé editing this so bare with me lol.

~

It had been a week since that day at So-So Records, a few days since you met Peter Parker, a few days since you lent him that album. You try to not be glued to your phone, anxiously waiting for a response like a desperate thirteen-year-old, but still you wonder when he’ll reply. 

It was early one morning when the text finally came. You, in your apartment’s kitchen, sipping on your favorite hot beverage startling when your phone chimes.

I think I’ve found my new favorite album, read the text, This is Peter by the way. Peter Parker?

You respond: I had a feeling, You know, I don’t lend my albums out to just anyone.

Then I must be special.

You smile to yourself, covering your face when you realize what you are doing.

“Are you smiling at your phone?” Your roommate says, coming out from her bedroom. “Funny video, or that guy from the store?”

“Uh, the latter, he finally got back to me.”

“Ooh, so what’s next?” Your roommate goes to pour a glass of juice from the refrigerator, you turn in your chair to face her.

“I guess I'll get my record back.”

“Boo! That’s so boring! Make it interesting, call him and set up a meeting or something.”

You roll your eyes, “Calling? What am I? Fifty?”

“I think there’s something classic about calling, much more personal than texting.” Your roommate plucks your phone from your hand. You reach for it but your roommate pushes you back with great ease. “It’s easy, I’ll do it for you.”

“No! Don’t you dare!”

Ring ring!

“Hello?” You hear Peter’s voice faintly from your phone’s speaker. Your eyes go wide in fear, your roommate tosses your phone back to you, and you almost drop it like it was a game of hot potato and the spud was literally burning your skin. You suck in a deep breath before–

“Hey-Hi Peter…ugh so sorry I must have ah–misclick–”

You hang up instantly, much to the shock of your roommate. “What-Why the hell did you do that?!?”

“I don't know! I got nervous!” You start to pace back and forth. “Shit, I-I got to call him back.”

“Yeah, duh.” You throw a pillow from the couch at her on your way back to your room.

With the click of the door, you let yourself lean and slowly slid down onto the floor. Phone in hand you stare at the call screen, fingers hesitating on Peter’s number. You take a deep breath before finally pressing Call.

“Hello…”

“Hey, everything ok?” Even through the phone, Peter’s kindness shines through, like you can almost hear his smile through the phone. You kinda feel like a dick for panicking and hanging up on him earlier.

“Yeah, yeah, I was just…being stupid.” You shake your head and cover your eyes with one of your eyes.

“No, don’t say that.”

“It’s fine,” You go to change the subject, “So, the album, any standouts.”

“Well, I would definitely say that opening track has to be my favorite. Every time it ended I just wanted to restart it. A definite addition to my playlist.”

“Hmmm, that’s something I would like to listen to.”

“I’ll show you sometime,” You try and fail to suppress a smile, “Though it’s pretty much one giant mashup of styles and genres.”

“The playlist of a madman.” You joke.

As you listen in, you can hear wind passing by on Peter’s end. “More like the playlist of someone horribly unorganized.”

“Ha, wish I could relate, but I’m much too anal to let that happen.” You move your hand away from your face, letting your head fall against the door. “I know this is gonna sound crazy but what are you doing…I mean because, I like, hear the wind passing by and...”

“Uh, er, I’m running…yeah a nice little run.”

“Oh let me leave you to your run.” You say, “We can always talk again later.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Police sirens go on by on the other end, “Ah, I think I should hang up now, don't want to run into something crazy.”

“I get it, text me some time?”

“Will do.”

“Oh and Peter,” You say. “We should set up and time and place so you can give me back my record.”

“Just when I get use to playing it all the time,” Peter responds sarcastically, “I’m kidding, I’ll let you know when I can.”

~

At work, you couldn't help but sneak glances at your phone, one part hoping another text would come through, another part hoping that it wouldn’t.

On your lunch break you had an extra few minutes left before clocking back in, you decide to visit your store’s listening room. Well it was more like the back of the store where there was a wall cut-out, curtain, and small table with a record player and a two pairs of headphones. You pick up a small selection of 7 inch singles, trying to figure out what kind of mood you were in. you pull the curtain close to give a smidgen of privacy, picking up one of the headphones your co-worker swore he cleaned.

Halfway through one 7 inch, when you decided that you were in a different mood, you feel the curtain move, you look up to see–

“Hope you don’t mind,” Peter, in the flesh, fully cements himself inside the admittedly tight space. “Your co-worker said I would find you here.”

“And found me you have,” You switch the 7 inch to something else, a song that Peter might know. “Have some time to spare?”

“For you, of course.”

You look away, trying to hide your blush under the guise that you were reaching for the other pair of headphones. Peter graciously accepts, placing them atop of his head, as you set the record player to start.

As the track starts, you sideways glance at Peter and he does the same to you. You laugh it off as the opening notes begin to go through your ears.

It takes Peter a beat before he notices what song is playing–the opening song from the album you lent him. You sheepishly smile at his recognition before slowly moving to the music, a basic shimmy, then a head bob, then as the song reaches the first chorus, mouthing the words. Peter just smiles at you, and gives a modest head bob to the song the whole way through. 

As the song fades out, ending you and Peter’s private little listening party, you both take off your headphones and just stare at one another for a moment. “You know…I would love to keep playing music but…”

“Oh yeah… I was just in the area and I just–decided to pop in.”

“Without my record?” You say sarcastically.

Peter shuts his eyes in embarrassment. “Oh yeah…it’s just..um…god I honestly just forgot it–”

You place a hand on Peter’s arm to stop him from going on, before quickly removing it. “Don’t worry about it…” You pull the curtain just slightly back, glancing at your co-worker who was glancing at his watch repeatedly. “You can always just…return it to me at…my place...Oh my god, that was so forward–”

“No! I mean yes? Uh…yeah I can definitely return your record to your place.” Peter stumbles out, “I mean I already know where you live.” Peter’s eyes go wide in shock, his face turning red.

You just chuckle to defuse the situation, at least you weren't the only one who felt so awkward in this situation. Your skin felt warm, your heart was beating so fast it felt like it would drill straight through your ribs. 

Is this what it felt like to have a crush? Oh my god, did you actually just say crush? But, you didn’t know what else to call this feeling you had towards Peter. Hell, you barely knew the dude, only sharing a few things with one another, but at the end of each encounter, you were just itching for more. It was kind of embarrassing but honestly, who cares.

“How about you come over to my place around 8:30-ish? My roommate’s working the nightshift.”

“I can make that work.”

“Cool” You say. “Plus, I promise to tell you exciting little factoids about the album and others if you let me.”

“Oh please do so,” Peter leans in close, quite close actually, “It would make little nerd me so excited.”

For just a split second you think about leaning in, closing the gap between the two of you with your lips– Now that was too far, crazy talk. 

You settle for a quick glance at his lips before looking at his eyes, clearing your throat before turning to leave the listening area. 

You lead Peter to the front of the store, hands wringing in front of you, as you turn and face Peter.

“I’ll text you my apartment number, 8:30?”

“8:30-ish” Peter responds with a finger snap. You do the same with a nod of your head, as you watch Peter leave.

~

Why did you agree to meet at your place?

You think about what you proposed at the record store, standing alone in the middle of the living room in your apartment. You didn’t know whether or not to dress up so you settled for what you wore at work today with a long cardigan to cozy it up.

You pace back and forth, chewing on your fingernails on one hand, admittedly, overstressing about tonight. Was this like a casual drinks thing? A nice meal paired with casual drinks? Or was it really just a simple handoff and ‘Thanks for lending me the record, I never want to see you again, buh-bye!”

You stop short, pushing all those thoughts and then-some out. You decide to go simple and order a New York delicacy–pizza. If this was something then it would be fun, casual. If it was a simple handoff then, well, more pizza for you. A win-win honestly. But as you place the order, deep down you knew, you just knew that this wasn’t gonna be a simple handout.

~

Knock-Knock

Man that pizza delivery guy definitely deserves a great tip for speed, efficiency–

“I assume this is for you?” As you open the door there’s Peter, pizza in one hand, record in the other. “Or I just paid and stole someone' else's dinner.”

“Our pizza if you’ll indulge me?” You take the pizza from Peter, and with your other hand you gesture for him to come inside. “Oh, how much do I own you? Since the pizza was my idea and all.”

“Don’t worry about it,” As you close the door behind you, Peter does a quick 360 of your cozy shared space. “This is–”

“Small?”

“Nice. I was gonna say nice,” You walk the pizza over to the wall that served as the kitchen, getting your finest paper plates. “It would be more strange if you lived in some Friends level apartment.”

You notice Peter walking to another section of your living room, where your music set-up was, a fine turntable and modestly priced speakers. Which all sat upon a piece from IKEA that held you and your roommates record collection.

“You ok with soda?” You call out.

“If that’s what you're drinking,” Peter glances at you, “Then that’s what I’ll be drinking.”

You nod as you prepare a pair of pizza on separate plates and pour your favorite soda into slightly dusty glasses.

As you make your way to the main area of the living room, you set everything on the coffee table before standing next to Peter. “And to think I thought you weren’t a serious record collector.”

Your lips form a straight line, nodding your head, “If I let the wrong people know I secretly love collecting vinyls, they’ll never leave me alone.” You joke.

“Your secret is safe with me.”

Peter hands you the borrowed record, which you take from him. You squat down, looking for the right place to put it, Peter follows you downward.

“While we're here…maybe I can show you something else?”

“Hmm, some music that will change my life?”

You roll your eyes, “No, just my personal faves.”

Your fingers skim over a few titles, before you select one, some indie, folky singer you actually saw in person. “But only if you wow me with some factoids, as promised.”

“Of course, I never break a promise”

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A third record plays as Peter and you are lost in conversation, the scraps of pizza lying on the coffee table. The two of you are close to one another on the couch. You with your head resting on one hand, elbow resting on the back of the couch, Peter holding his glass in front of him.

“...And once I had the record in hand it made the long lines and freezing temperatures worth it.” You turn and hide your face in your hand. “God, I just realized how crazy that sounded.”

“No,no, that was a great story,” Peter lightly places a hand on your leg. “I can tell you're very passionate about this and I bet,” Peter scoots in close, “You really love working at So-So.”

You glance away before facing Peter’s smirking face again. That smirk that makes your stomach tie up in knots. “I mean why else would I work long hours for shit pay. But meeting certain customers also makes it worthwhile.”

“Like clueless customers who come in for some obscure album from the 70s that he doesn’t even bother to buy?”

“Yeah, even customers like that,” You remove your other hand from your head to rest on Peter’s, trying to ignore the burning sensation inside of you telling you to stop. “I know this is stupid but…I’m glad you walked into So-So.”

“Can I say something stupider?” Peter makes a face that makes you laugh. “What I meant to say,” Peter takes your hand, “I’m also glad I walked into So-So.”

The two of you just stare at one another, and it’s like you can almost feel a magnetic pull towards him. Like when the two of you were leaning on that wall at So-So, or when he walked you home and his fingers brushed your thigh, or in the listening room when you just wanted to seal the deal. You had so many thoughts racing through your mind it was hard to focus on the moment. 

Peter leans in closer, bringing you right back into the now, You close your eyes as his lips ghost over yours, his breath falling over your lips–the record stops, end of the side.

“Leave it.” Peter whispers before pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was messy, a little hungry, as if each other's lips were the only way to satiate each other’s appetite. Peter places his cup on the coffee table as he brings one of his hands to cup your face.

His lips, god his lips, were coated in the artificially sweet taste of the soda, making him even more irresistible. You couldn’t help but let your hands wander up his chest, your fingers playing with the top button of his shirt, the closest to his neck, wandering fingers pushing themselves inside, feeling warm skin.

Great minds think alike as one of Peter’s hands goes to your waist, his long, slender fingers, going up your shirt, pressing lightly on the skin. You can’t help but sigh at his touch, as his hand slowly travels upward. You swing one leg over both of his, so that you’re basically straddling him, letting your hands go to his neck, as both of his hands fall to your waist.

Ending the moment too soon, Peter pulls away from you, letting his forehead rest against yours, but casting his gaze downwards as to not look at you. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Now why would you say that?” With one of your hands, you use your thumb and pointer finger to gently push Peter’s face upwards by his chin, causing him to look you right in your eyes. “I wanted you to kiss me. Hell, I've wanted to kiss you since you walked me home.” 

“It’s…it’s not that I regret kissing you, I’ll never regret that…it’s just…” Peter sighs, “I don’t know what this, the two of us, can be after tonight. I don’t know if I’m in a position right now for something…something more serious.”

You chuckle a little, “Bold of you to assume I wanted to ask you to be my boyfriend right now.” You say with a smile, you let your finger flick down his bottom lip. “I can do causal, Peter Parker.” You lean in close, your thumb blocking your lips from his, your voice lowering, “Can you?”

Peter sighs into your mouth, a smirk forming on his lips, “I can, but can I ask you one thing?” You nod your head, “Can I borrow some more of your records? I think your taste is starting to rub off on me.”

“Only if you promise to return them to me.”

“If this is what a return looks like…then count me in.”

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Read Part 3-> Fragile (warning includes smut!)

Thanks for reading! Ah, I can't believe I finally did the sequel to Potential Customer, I already have the last two parts written (since I wrote them in tandem with the og) so expect those soon, but this one was strangely difficult to write. Anyway...anyone want some smut w/ this pairing? That's coming soon, since my fever dream venom peter smut post got so many notes so quickly, lol. Anyway bye void!

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[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Ngl, I'm a slut for hybrid AUs (it's probably the weeb in me). So, if you see more in the future, don't be surprised lol. This idea came to me out of nowhere but, I felt compelled to write about it because there's no such thing as too much Bunny! Jeonghan fanfic (I don't even know if Bunny! Jeonghan fanfic is out there). Apparently I can only write about Jeonghan when it's in relation to bunnies. Enjoy.

Heads up: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem! Reader, hybrid AU, slight crack honestly because hybrid AUs, friends/roommates to lovers, Jeonghan is a bunny hybrid, Reader is just a regular degular human, Jeonghan is in heat so potentially grey area when it comes to consent incase that makes you uncomfortable, oral sex (f. receiving), dirty talk, unprotected piv sex, unrealistic sex (Jeonghan still being hard after cumming), creampies and this ended up being pretty long so fair warning.

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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When Vernon first introduced you to Jeonghan, you were a little taken aback. You had only met a handful of hybrids in your lifetime and, they all tended to either be cat or dog hybrids. You'd never met a bunny hybrid before. The way his black, floppy ears moved and twitched when he spoke was endlessly distracting. His fluffy tail was even moreso. It didn't help that ontop of all of that, that he was an extremely charismatic man with perhaps the cutest smile you'd ever seen.

You were in trouble.

However, you needed a roommate to help you with rent and Jeonghan was the perfect option. Luckily, he was looking for a place to live too and it was all history from there. You'd never lived with a hybrid before but, outside of the occasional unfamiliar habits here and there, Jeonghan had proven himself to be both an amazing roommate and a great friend over the past year. Which didn't exactly help your budding feelings for him. It was really only a matter of time before you developed romantic feelings for your roommate. He was kind, smart, funny, endearingly mischievous but he knew how to walk a fine line and never go too far, considerate and not to mention unfairly good-looking. To name a few reasons off the top of your head.

"Fuck," you hear Jeonghan curse from the living room, partially distracting you from the sandwich you were making for lunch. "What's wrong?" You ask, trying to split your attention as best you can between listening to him and finishing your food. "I forgot to get my stupid heat suppressants. I've been so occupied with work this week and meeting deadlines that I completely forgot to head to the pharmacy. Ugh," he responds, sounding equal parts annoyed and frustrated.

You pause from making your sandwich.

Heats are something you've heard about vaguely and understand in concept but, you haven't touched that subject with Jeonghan, or any other hybrids really. You just knew most hybrids took suppressants so they could function normally because heats can become all consuming very quickly. However, sex in general is something you avoid bringing up when it comes to Jeonghan. Least your mind wonder about what he looks like completely naked, what he feels like, the sounds he makes...

"You okay?" His question startles you out of your thoughts. You're wondering when he managed to make his way into the kitchen but, then again you weren't exactly being the most aware. "Mhm, just thinking. So, what do you plan to do?" You ask him, trying to change the topic as quickly as possible. Jeonghan really doesn't need to know about your previous thoughts of him.

"I'm going to try my best to get my hands on a few tomorrow morning because my heat is closer than I realised. I don't want to risk it," he says, running his fingers through his hair in agitation. You try not to coo at seeing his ears flop in annoyance. Grabbing a plate to place your now complete sandwich onto, you shoot him a reassuring smile. "I'm sure it'll all work out, Hannie."

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Between work for Jeonghan and university for you, the two of you haven't had much time to spend together these past few days. It's a little embarrassing just how much you miss him. Vernon teasing you about it every chance he gets, sometimes with Chan chiming in. You shouldn't have told those two losers anything. They're so annoying. Regardless, you've decided to just stay home this weekend and melt into your couch while catching up on some anime and TV shows. University leaving you feeling like a shell of a human being.

It's in this state that Jeonghan finds you when he finally gets home. You're a little surprised because he's home earlier than usual but, it's a pleasant surprise nonetheless. "Hey," you greet him from your spot on the couch, comfortably cuddling one of the cushions. "Hi," he says back but, he sounds...off. Dazed or distracted maybe? You're slightly more concerned when he enters the living room and you actually see him.

His ears are laying flat against his head, his eyes slightly glassy and his cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. You get up quickly, now worried. "Hey Hannie, are you okay?" You ask, tentatively reaching out to him. "Y-Yeah. It's just- I- it's my heat. I think I took the suppressants too late for them to work," he says, squirming a little where he stands.

Oh.

Well, this is definitely a problem.

"Oh um well, what can I do to help? How do you usually get through them without the suppressants?" You ask, trying to remain as neutral and helpful as possible. Jeonghan glances at your hand that's come to rest on his bicep before meeting your eyes with his glassy ones. Now you're struggling to not to squirm under his intense gaze. He looks like he wants to devour you. He seems to remember himself though and finally responds, "I haven't had a heat in years. It was pretty...intense last time which is why I eventually decided to go on the suppressants. My choices are either to sweat it out or fuck it out."

What even is your life?

"Oh uh okay. Well, I could help you get to bed and you could sweat it out there? I'll be in my room if you need me for anything," you suggest, willing yourself to ignore the heat radiating from him and the way he's looking at you right now.

"You won't come to bed with me?" This man even has the audacity to pout! While you and Jeonghan are no strangers to the occasional hug and cuddle, cuddling him in this state just feels like a disaster waiting to happen.

"No, Hannie but, you can call when you need something, okay?" You reassure him. You're completely thrown off when he pulls you into a rather intimate hug, his nose pressed against your neck.

"Jeongha-"

"You smell so good. You always smell so good. Feel good too," he mutters against your skin, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

Frankly, you're reeling from all of this. Slowly you begin to untangle him from your body. "Let's get you to bed," you say with an air of finality, taking his larger hand in yours and pulling him to his room. Trying your best to completely ignore the ghost of his mouth so close to your neck and, his whines of protest as you drag him along.

This was going to be a long few days.

"I'm still in my work clothes," he says with a pout on his face when you finally sit him down on his bed. "It's so hot," he complains, already unbuttoning his dress shirt and shrugging it off.

Drawing on ever ounce of your self-control you make sure to look away, trying to give him some privacy and respect. You feel your heart pound in your ears when you hear the sound of him undoing his belt buckle next. "Hannie, what're you doing?" You ask, hoping he doesn't notice the shakiness in your voice.

"I feel hot," is all the response you get.

Eventually he seems to still.

"Is-is it okay if I turn around?" You ask him cautiously, wringing your hands together infront of yourself nervously.

He hums affirmative and, you take a moment to steel your nerves before turning to eventually face him.

You've only seen Jeonghan this undressed a handful of times. You could probably actually count the number of times on one hand. He tended to be rather modest and, having him infront of you in nothing but, his boxers was quickly overwhelming you.

It was all the more made worse by the blatant want creeping its way onto his face.

"Do you just want to stay in your b-boxers?" You ask, feeling warmth crawling its way up your face from embarrassment and completely unasked for arousal.

Jeonghan takes a second to respond to you, his eyes looking up and down your frame languidly. Licking his lips he says, "Yeah. I just feel really warm."

"Okay, well just let me know if you need anything," you say hurriedly, turning to reach for his door's handle. You're startled to feel his hand grab your opposite wrist. He wasn't joking. His hand feels like a furnace right now.

"Wait," he says, voice pitched significantly lower than a few moments ago.

You turn to face him and the air stills in your chest. If you thought he looked like he wanted to devour you earlier, the look on his face now was somehow more intense. Even in all your oblivion and denial, you'd be stupid to think his eyes showed anything but, barely constrained desire.

"Hannie what-"

"I want you. Please. It starting to hurt," he all but, groans. Your heart rate ticks up at his words. He completely shocks you yet again.

"Jeonghan, this is your heat talking. You don't want me," you try to reason with him, ignoring the sting you feel from your own words.

"That's not true. I've wanted you for months now. God, how could I not? Especially when you walk around in tiny shirts like the ones you're wearing now or, flimsy shirts that I can see your nipples through. I can smell you, you know? When you're wet, when you cum. It takes everything in me not to just barge into your room and offer my mouth or my fingers or my cock to help get you off."

Yoon Jeonghan sure has a knack for leaving you speechless. Especially when he's in his heat, it seems. All you can do is stare back at him wide-eyed, mouth agape probably looking like a fool.

"If you don't want me, that's okay. I'd never force you to do anything you don't want to but, you don't get to tell me how I feel."

He let's go of your wrist and, you feel rooted to the floor of his room. Completely unable to move.

"Jeonghan, I- I didn't know," is all you can manage to utter out and, the self-deprecating smile he gives you breaks your heart.

"How could you have? I never told you. Now I'm slowly losing my self control and, I finally find the courage to tell you how I feel. Very smart," his laugh is completely devoid of humour and without much thought, you kiss him.

Jeonghan has gone completely still against you. The kiss is brief and a little clumsy but, you hope it gets your point across.

"I want you too. I have for a really long time. Longer than I care to admit, honestly," you say once you've pulled away, cupping his handsome face in your hands.

Before you can blink, Jeonghan's mouth is on yours once again but, he doesn't hold back as much as you did. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you towards him, eagerly kissing you and already trying to lick into your mouth.

Your insides throb painfully when you feel is cock press into you, hot and heavy through the very thin materials of his boxers and your night shirt.

A gasp flies from your lips, hungrily swallowed by Jeonghan, when he begins to rut into you. One of his hands grabbing a generous handful of your ass as he helps you move against him. Your panties are starting to stick to you now, being swept up in all that is Jeonghan and the sensations he provides to your touch starved body.

His lips kiss the corner of your mouth before moving to dot kisses against your jaw until his mouth eventually reaches your neck. Your hands move to grab his biceps, fingernails slightly biting into the skin there as he makes quick work of your neck. Kissing, nibbling and sucking to his heart's content. You're sure you'll likely have bruises decorating your neck tomorrow. Abruptly he stiffens and you're worried that something is wrong. However, before you can ask him what's going on, he's dragging you onto his bed. Gently pushing you onto your back, feral eyes taking you in.

"I can smell you. You smell divine," is all he says as an explanation before pulling into another heated kiss, situating himself between your thighs.

You don't really have time to dwell on the knowledge that he can smell your arousal because his cock is thoroughly distracting you. It feels hotter than before, brushing your clit a few times as Jeonghan moves against you once again.

You're just glad the walls of your apartment are decent because the way you and Jeonghan are moaning against each other is bordering on obscene.

One of his hands begins to tug your oversized shirt up impatiently. Mildly concerned that he may rip it in his impatience, you help him tug it off and toss it onto the floor. Jeonghan's lips are around one of your hardened nipples before you can fully comprehend what's happening. His hand massaging the unoccupied breast.

Your back arches instantaneously from his ministrations, nails leaving faint pink marks in their wake on his biceps. "Hannie," you cry out, pressing your hips up to get some sort of relief for the painful, incessant throbbing between your thighs. His answering groan against your skin on serving to overwhelm you further. You're pretty sure your panties are completely ruined now.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this. Just wanna bury my face in your tits for hours or, fuck them until you're covered in my cum," he says after removing your nipple from his mouth with an obnoxious pop. You wonder if his mouth is always this filthy or this is just the heat talking. Either way, you're not exactly complaining.

"You can do whatever you want with me Hannie but, later. I need you. Please," you whine out, hips grinding up into his to emphasise your point.

"Anything. Anything for you, baby," he moans, moving to pull off your panties and shorts. Leaving you completely bare under his gaze. Not giving you the time or opportunity to feel self-conscious, he kisses his way down your stomach. Eyes watching ever minute change in your face and, ears listening for all your little noises of pleasure.

When Jeonghan first licks at your soaking slit, it's difficult to tell who moaned louder. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head and, his determined to still watch you although he finds himself dangerously close to shutting them to fully immerse himself in the pleasure of eating you out. His tongue finds your swollen clit easily, pressing brief kisses against it alongside some kitten licks. Gauging what you respond to better. Jeonghan finds his rhythm eventually, lips and chin becoming coated generously with your juices. He does have to use of his hands to keep you in place, you're squirming and arching so prettily for him but, it makes it more of a challenge to feast on you like you deserve.

One of your hands flies to his head, careful to avoid pulling on his ears, when he pushes two of his long fingers inside of you. Curling them deliciously and hitting just the right spot inside of that has you crying out and pulling on his hair.

Jeonghan is so hard he can barely think straight, his boxers soaked now in his pre-cum. He grinds his hips against his bed, searching for some kind relief. He's determined to prepare you properly to take his cock, even though his more animalistic urges whisper for him to sink into you right now and leave you thoroughly filled with his cum. Banishing those thoughts from his mind for now, he diligently licks your clit and gradually adds a third finger to stretch you out further.

Jeonghan almost cums along with you when the dam eventually breaks. Your insides grip his fingers so tightly that he can barely keep moving them, your juices gushing onto his face and hand as he desperately laps up everything he can. The grip on his hair stings now but, Jeonghan couldn't care less. He was finally getting to have you like this. He wasn't going to start complaining now. The high pitched keening noises you make only egg him on, still licking at you as your hips switch under his hand.

"H-Hannie, too much," you say hoarsely, trying to move away from his expert fingers and mouth. If Jeonghan wasn't in his heat, he'd make you cum until you were in tears but, that could always happen another time. He's in no hurry to play out every fantasy he's head involving you over the past few months. He has time.

Giving your clit one last kiss, he eases his fingers out of you. They're covered in your release and so his most of his hand. Without much deliberation, he puts them into his mouth and sucks the taste of you off of them. Moaning all the while. Your gasp at the sight forces him to lock eyes with you. Not slowing down as he watches the way your eyes zero in on his mouth before returning to his. Once seemingly satisfied with thoroughly cleaning his fingers, he removes from his mouth with an obnoxious pop. Tongue peaking out to lick your juices from his lips as well.

"You taste divine. Could eat your pussy all day," he says with a gravelly tone, looking down at with heavily lidded eyes.

"Jeonghan," you say with slight admonishment.

"What? It's true," he responds with clear amusement colouring his tone.

Before you can think to respond, your eyes betray you and glance down. His cock is straining against his boxers, a sizeable wet spot evident on them. You can't see all of him yet but, your insides clench hard at how long and thick he looks.

"Can I suck you off?" You blurt out without thinking. Feeling your face warm in embarrassment at the impulsive question.

Jeonghan seems surprised for a moment before a smug smirk spreads across his handsome face. "Maybe next time. I'd rather cum inside of you first and, I don't think I'd last very long with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock," he says, tugging his boxers off hurriedly. Shuddering as cool air hits his cock. Thoroughly distracting you and leaving all complaints you had about tasting him to die on your tongue.

Of course Yoon Jeonghan would have a pretty cock too. It's longer than it is thick and flushed an appealing looking red.

"Okay, that's fair," you respond breathlessly, fresh arousal coating your upper thighs at the sight of him. You don't think you've ever felt so empty in your life.

"Tell me if you want me to stop or if it's too much, okay? I've been doing a decent job of holding back but, I can...lose myself when I'm in heat," he says gently, positioning himself between your thighs with his cock in his hand. His eyes are almost black when he meets your gaze once again to make sure you're okay with this, he looks like he's barely holding on by a thread.

"I trust you, Hannie. I know you wouldn't hurt me but, if it becomes too much I promise I'll tell you," you respond. Reaching up to pull him into a soft kiss before laying back against his pillows to watch him. A very small, private part of you is curious to see what he's like when he loses control. Jeonghan always seems to have it all together. You wonder what he's like when he fully let's go.

He takes a deep breath before slowly pushing into you. Even with all the effort he put into stretching you out earlier, there's still a slight sting. Your hands grip his sheets tightly, moaning as he eases his way into you.

Jeonghan is almost vibrating with how much he's holding himself back from just bottoming out into you in one, quick thrust. You're so fucking tight and wet and warm. Your walls drag around his cock deliciously. However, he can see the slight discomfort in your face and body language clear as day so he tries his best to go as slowly as he can manage.

You gasp when he does eventually bottom out and you can't help the way you clench around him from the broken moan he let's out at being inside you completely. His arms come up to cage around your head, his head dropping to nuzzle against your neck as he tries his best to remain still so you can adjust, "Fuck, don't do that. I-I'll cum," he groans against the skin of your neck.

Maybe it's the desire to get back at him for all his teasing over the past few months or maybe it's the desire to see Jeonghan crumble, that motivate you to wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer. Your arms wrapping around his back as well in the process, "Cum then. I want you to."

His cock pulses violently for a moment before you feel the warmth of being filled with his cum. The moans he let's out against your skin are high pitched and bordering on whines as his hips shallowly thrusts into you. You did have the vague understanding that hybrids tended to be more sensitive while in heat but, you didn't think he'd cum so fast. Not that you were exactly complaining. He sounded beautiful and obscene against you and, feeling him fuck his cum into you was more than enough for you to be moaning in return.

Jeonghan pants against you once his orgasm seems to run its course. Surprisingly, he's still very hard inside of you despite having cum. Perks of being a hybrid, you guess. You soothingly rub his back and untangle your legs from him. That appears to cause something inside the man to snap because the next thing you know, he's hooking your legs over your his arms. His eyes are feral as they stare down at you and you receive no warning as he begins to fuck into your harshly. The sound of your shared moans and skin slapping against skin filling his room. "You're so tight. Such a pretty pussy. Even more pretty with my cum," he groans deliriously, taking his eyes off of you to watch his cock enter you over and over and over again. While all you can do is moan and take it.

"Hannie, you feel so g-good. You're so d-deep," you cry out, your hands gripping his sheets viciously once more as his cock overwhelms you. "Yeah? You like that, baby? Gonna stuff you with my cum. Gonna fuck you full," his hips snapping even faster against you now, not giving you any chance to catch your breath.

"Fuck, fuck, f-fuck," he whines before you feel that pulse you're beginning to become familiar with once more. He spasms against you as a new wave of his cum shoots inside you. You've never felt so full. Your eyes roll into the back of your skull at the sensations. Briefly you think you may have ripped his sheets with how much you've been pulling on them but, you honestly couldn't care less. Not when your pretty bunny continues to move inside of you, his cock still impossibly hard.

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[whirlwindimagines]

The Wolfwood write up you did had me in tears! I love that man so much and you’re giving us more content!

Would you be able to do this small request? The reader is minding her own business and a bunch of guys are hitting on her to where she’s noticeably uncomfortable. Maybe a certain Punisher steps in and tells them to back off to where he pulls the “That’s my girlfriend” card and the reader plays along with it even though she has a massive crush on him?

Hope that makes sense!

Thank you! I’m doing my best! Also, I love this trope, lol. I understand exactly what you're asking for. This is a fem reader but can be read for the most part as gender-neutral expect a couple of gendered terms. But I'm still going to put it down as a Fem!Reader. Also I don’t know why but, titles for Vash come to mind so easily and then I struggle with the Wolfwood titles 😭

'Cat got your tongue?'

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Fem!reader

Bored out of your mind, you lean against the sidewall of the saloon. The others wanted a drink and that was fine with you, but you weren't in the mood for drinking tonight. Crossing your arms you sigh, man you should have asked Wolfwood for a cigarette, or just stolen one from him. 

You flush letting your thoughts drift off to the undertaker, it was just a silly little crush you were sure it would go away with time. Besides there was no way, Wolfwood thought about you like that when there were so many other better choices. 

‘Ugh’ you shouldn't be thinking like this, it was depressing, maybe you should just join the others. Pushing yourself off the wall, you're startled when two men join your side. Your hand twitches, but you still it, you don't have a weapon on you. 

“Got a light?” One of the men asks, you relax, it's fine, you don't need to jump the gun every time. “Sorry no.” You say dismissively, waving a hand and ready to walk away. Your yanked back, eyes wide. One of the men had you by the wrist and didn't seem like they were going to let go.  

“Whoa sweetheart, you don't need to be in such a hurry.” You cringe at the nickname, pulling your arm back, but are unable to get out of his grip. “My friends are waiting for me.” You say, voice nervous it's not a lie, but you see the two men share a look not believing you anyway. 

“Sure, they are.” the other man closes in, panic surges through you and you freeze, like a Thomas in headlights. “You’d think your friends would have come looking for you by now.” One of them sneers, his tone snaps you out of your fear and you narrow your eyes. 

“Let me go, now!” You snap, yanking your arm back, hard the movement catches the man off guard, it causes you to stumble your shoulder hitting into the wall of the bar hard. You don't have time to recover, when the man grabs you and shoves you into the wall holding you by the shoulders. “Alright it's not cute anymore, we can either do this the hard way or the easy way.”

You open your mouth to retort, but a familiar lazy drawl cuts through the tense air. “If you still want your hands, I’d let go of her.” Your gaze flickers to Wolfwood, he stands there casually lighting a smoke, you meet his eyes and your heart skips a beat.

To a casual observer, he looks unbothered by the scene in front of him, but you can see it the way he clenched down on the cigarette, the tenseness of his shoulders. He looks furious. 

“Mind your own business man.” You look back at the man holding you and smirk, you can feel the shake in his hands, the nervous look in his eyes. Scared. Good is all you think, as Wolfwood takes a step closer, he reaches for then grabbing you by the arm and yanking hard. 

You yelp as Wolfwood pulls you to him, he places you slightly behind him. Once you find your footing, you grip his sleeve, grounding yourself and making sure he doesn’t do something stupid. “You're messing with my girl, that makes it my business.”  You blush brightly looking up at him, but you can see Wolfwoods face. 

The two men look unsure now, you stick your tongue out at them, “Told you, I had someone waiting for me.” you snap, your grip on Nicholas tightening. One of the men steps forward, but his friend stops him saying it's not worth it and the two leave.

Your shoulders drop, as Wolfwood turns to look at you, placing his hands on your shoulders. You let out an embarrassing ‘Epp!’ noise, covering your mouth with your hands, Wolfwood smirks at you. “Cat got your tongue?”  he asks, removing one of his hands form your shoulder taking a drag of his cigarette making sure to blow the smoke away from you. 

You don't answer, it hits you now. My Girl. It runs through your head like a broken record, you can’t believe he said that, how he said it has your heart racing. You frown, you shouldn't get your hopes up, he only said it to get those guys off your back. “I’m okay.” you mutter, “Then why are you crying?” 

Surprised, your hands fly to your face feeling the wetness on your cheeks, why were you crying? Now that you're actively aware of it you can stop, sobbing into your hands. You're sure it's a combination of the adrenaline running off, and the feelings you have for Wolfwood. It's all too much right now. 

Wolfwood swears dropping his cigarette and stomping it out, he pulls you into a hug letting you cry it out. He runs his hand through your hair, and you really appreciate it, your own arms going around his waist. “Thanks.” You whisper against him, pulling back. 

He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, and you smile as he does. Wolfwood puts an arm around your shoulders, turning you back towards the bar. “I need a drink, let me buy you a drink.” He says, you laugh. You think your next words over carefully, but decide to just go for it. 

“Sure, besides I think you owe me one, with me your girl and all.” You take pleasure in watching his face become flushed, nearly tripping over his feet at your words. You laugh, you don't give him a chance to reply, maybe you're a little scared at the thought of a serious answer. So, you just drag him into the bar by the arm and join the others. 

Maybe when you're a little braver, you’ll tell him how you feel.

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[jamneuromain]

Jam, in honor to the song I was just listening I propose a battle for our reader.

😠 + 😉 with Andy VS Steve. Steve was your first love, Andy is your current amazing love. Fight fight fight (not physical obviously lol🥊!

hmmm.... It's such a tough call! But since Andy is your current amazing love, I rule for-

Ugh I hate ex-bf being all gloating and smug when you meet again

Not Him

Previous Steve Rogers x You; Andy Barber x You

Warning: Ex-Steve, Reader is in her late 20s, Andy a few years older than reader (but not mentioned specifically). None?

Summary: You met someone unexpected, your ex, Steve, on your way to your class. What's the worst that could happen? Answer: Andy happened.

A/N: Hiya! Sorry it took so long to get it out :( I've been clearing my draftbox as best as I can.

Someone called out your name behind your back, and you instinctively snapped your head in that direction.

Blonde, built, and that smile-

"Oh, Steve. Hi." You instantly recognized the man from your past.

You met Steve when you attended high school. While he was the famous football quarterback for the school team, you were practically nobody, and if it weren't for a class you shared, you wouldn't even know each other in your separate lives.

One thing led to another, and you became high school sweethearts, before breaking up a few months later.

"Hey." He jogged up to you. That sunshine-dazzling smile nearly splitting his face in two, "It's been... what, ten years? Wow..." He exclaims, carefully observing you from head to toe.

"Yeah, I mean, I haven't seen you since ... the prom?" You casually switched the pile in your hand to the other, smoothing your T-shirt.

Oh yes, the high school prom where you had two dances before he spent the whole night with the pretty British girl with a posh accent. What's her name? Petra? Penny? Next day, your phone was blasted with Instagram notifications telling you from all aspects and angles how they kissed as Prom King and Queen. Not that you didn't know it already, when you were there, under the stage.

"You-uh heading somewhere?" He pointed at your stack of papers, teasing ever so slightly, "I've seen you still not giving up on studying, huh?"

"Well, I-"

"I'm working as a coach now," He interrupted before you could finish your sentence, flashing his team jacket before your eyes, even tapping on the chest where the team name is visible to any man within eight feet if they weren't complete blind.

"Wow." You nodded, playing along, "Uni team, impressive."

Too bad you were never a decent sports fan that could share Steve's enthusiasm as to which legendary figure saved the day with a ball in their hands - nor did you find being a coach "impressive" ... or intrigued, for that matter, because being in front of glamouring Steve fucking Rogers made you shrink back to your high school self-image again: a small, inconspicuous, socially unidentifiable shadow of a being that you could barely recognize. And yet, the contrast between Steve and you reminded you every single time, that you do not belong to a world of his, a world where books and glasses are symbols of "nerds" or "geeks" and are perfectly fine to make fun of, a world where if you don't like sports - or not being a potential athlete, you should be eliminated in every social context.

"Yup." He popped the "p" with his full lips, "If you want the tickets next season-" Steve pointed towards himself with both thumbs, the lop-sided smile made him look smug as ever, "This guy is your go-to-guy."

More like your never-go-to guy. You scoffed, adjusting your expression to a small smile as soon as he turned his focus on you, "Sorry, I think I need to head to my next class."

"C'mon-" Steve dragged his tone almost annoyingly, "Skip it. Don't you have some time for me, for old time's sake?"

You could have ten more minutes for him before the next class. But you didn't want to. Which was the point.

"Hey, honey." Came a voice behind your back, startling you just a little. An arm draped around your shoulders, squishing you into a familiar embrace, "I've been calling."

You let out a sigh of relief. More so when the owner of this familiar voice took the stack of papers from your arms into his own, and rubbed your sore arm for having to hold the pile for quite a while.

"Sorry." You apologized to your beloved boyfriend Andy, "I must've silenced my phone during the class."

" 's okay." Andy pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering, "Wanted to ask you about lunch anyway. Nothing important." Andy slowly moved his eyes away from yours, and acted as if he had just seen Steve, a 6-foot man who appeared out of nowhere, "Who do we have here? Honey, would you mind introducing?"

"Sure. This is my ex, Steve, from high school. Steve, this is Andy, my boyfriend."

The moment the word "ex" escaped from your lips, you became aware instantly that your boyfriend had entered his suit mode, every available muscle tensing up in his body, and like a good huntsman, ready to strike when he sees the glimpse of a failure of his opponent. Where you hoped that "high school" from your introduction would calm his nerves, it certainly achieved the opposite when you heard your boyfriend say: "Oh..." in a thoughtful way, "the quarterback-captain, am I right?" as he extended his hand to shake Steve's.

Yup. It definitely made Andy slightly on edge.

"I'm part of the coaching team on campus, actually." Steve flashed his identity proudly before Andy, shaking Andy's hand in an equally firm grip, "Go Falcons."

"Oh..." said Andy again, more thoughtfully, "I'm a professor here in the Law School - You wouldn't happen to be the coach assistant of Karl?"

This just turned more competitive than you would think. Yet, it did bring a tinge of amusement when Andy confirmed your suspicion that Steve was too young to be made a coach, while the position of coach assistant was for brainless jocks who did all the dirty work coaches didn't want to, the heavy-lifting and paperworks, for instance.

"Well," Steve sneered, "I thought dating a student was improper conduct, Professor."

"Excuse me?" Andy raised his brows. So did you.

"You heard me." Steve nodded towards you, "Her, a student, obviously. It would be a great unfortunate if the dean might hear about such a rumour somewhere, wouldn't it?"

He said almost challengingly.

Wow. Typical Steve as ever. The girl he dated after prom, the British girl, was rumoured to have had a bad break-up previously. According to gossip that ran in the school bathroom, the British girl was told that her ex was cheating - which turned out to be a false alarm, but they broke up anyway.

Now you guessed you knew who was the little birdie that shared the false information with that poor girl.

Andy snorted out laughter. The corner of his lips could barely contain themselves as he struggled to keep a straight face, "Marvelous." Andy clapped - more like tapping his palm with the other hand, before asking for your permission, "Should you do this or should I?"

You scoffed. Really scoffed in front of the glorious quarterback that you liked a decade ago, "For your information, Steve, I'm working as a lecturer at this university. So, go start your devious little plan elsewhere. If you don't mind, I have a class to teach - C'mon, Andy."

You dragged Andy by his arm and led him out of the battlefield.

"Nice." Andy commented, not bothering to look back at his opponent, with a pleasing grin that was probably going to mold on his face for all eternity. "Did you see the look on that guy's face? Spectacular. So proud of you, Honey."

"Yeah, not my best moment having to face a dickhead-ex." You huffed out, "Jesus, why didn't I know he was that big of a jerk when I started dating him?"

"I know," Andy said, sympathetically, "Don't worry though, I noticed that your choice of man has had a significant change for the better."

You shot him a dirty glare, which Andy took, feigning he just got hit on the chest.

"Sorry, no joking, got it." Andy made a pained face which caused you to involuntarily grin. Quickly abandoning the idea of the ex in his mind, Andy finally returned to the topic for which he came to find you, "What's for lunch again? Cafeteria?"

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[my-soupy-brain]

after a passionate night, ted is shocked to realised he has given y/n moustache burn. Y/N doesn’t mind but swoons over Ted’s fawning

First, yes please to a mustache burn. Hot. Second, he would be so concerned but you'd be like "oh hell yeah rug burn!" so ya know, you're both feeling things about this, lol Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: References to previous smut, comfort

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You woke up in Ted's bed, hair messy on the pillow. Your body was warm with memories of the previous night. Your bare body was tangled in the sheets next to Ted, whose hands were...

Roaming.

He was nuzzled up against your back, his fingertips trailing down your hips and thighs, then between your legs.

You sighed and let them open so he could access you, desire coursing through your veins at his soft touch.

"What's that?" Ted asks, suddenly startled. You're confused at his sudden change of energy.

"What's what?"

Ted lifts up the sheet and moves your legs to look at your thighs and his eyes immediately bunch in concern.

"Oh, darlin', I'm so sorry..." he murmurs. You look down, seeing some redness and rough skin on the softest part of the inside of your thigh, along your stomach, and lower.

Ted raises his hand to his mouth. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

You laugh as you touch your love marks.

"Ted, baby, it's fine. It's just a little mustache burn," you joke, your fingertips running over it and feeling flattered to be marked up by your boyfriend's sexy mustache.

"Doesn't it hurt?" his eyes are still bunched up, he's spiraling.

You grab his hand and hold his cheek.

"Babe, it's fine," you chuckle. "Honestly it's fine. It's just a little love mark. I love it. Shows you were busy down there."

Your brain replays images of Ted between your legs, licking against you like it was his last meal, his big hands holding your thighs, his moans vibrating through your core.

You remember the trail of kisses he took to get there: Down your collarbone, over your breasts, your nipples, your stomach, nibbling and licking and licking little hickeys along the route.

When he opened your thighs he ran his face into the softest part of the skin there, the favorite part he loves to touch and kiss.

You blush at the memory.

Ted takes a breath and relaxes a little. But he's still concerned.

"I'll be right back."

He leaves the bed and comes back with aloe gel, concerned to all heck that it stings or hurts or itches, even though you've told him it doesn't.

His fingertips rub the spots gently and carefully, watching you so ensure you're not wincing.

"Hon, you don't have to..."

Ted ignores you, his fingers gently rubbing soft, small circles over the little red patches he left behind on your soft skin. You smile while you watch him, his eyes trailing around your body, making sure he didn't miss any.

"God, you're the best," you murmur as you watch him, running your hand down his back and across his broad shoulders.

Ted hums in agreement.

"I don't know how best I am, sweetheart. Considering I left this mess behind," he adds before you stop him.

"Ted? Do you know how sexy it is this happened?" He stops to look at you, his dark hazel eyes gazing into yours.

"From the first day I met you I dreamed of kissing your perfect smile and those perfect lips. I wanted to know how that mustache felt kissing my face. Even though we're together, I still have the biggest crush on you," you giggle as you say it, making him smile, too. "To wake up and see just how passionate we were last night? Oh, honey. That is... well, it's just plain sexy."

Ted chuckles at this, his fingers still dancing over the raw patches on your skin. He sits up higher and kisses your lips gently.

"If you say so, darlin'," he smiles to your lips. "But I'm still gonna fuss over ya and makes sure I take care of ya."

You nod.

"Deal."

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Mmmm. That's so cute. I bet Ted has no IDEA how sexy his mustache really is and how we swoon for it. He's such a doting man too... ugh. Let's clone Ted Lasso. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

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[sincerely-sofie]

Original prompt by @i-never-forgot:

Just a suggestion, so don’t feel obligated to any of this lol. I love Grovyle so I’d love to see his hypothetical reaction to Twig’s final evolution—besides being outraged at his misfortune with becoming the short older sibling, I feel like he’d get a bit emotional seeing her “all-grown up” and able to protect herself better. (Also would he ever consider evolving as well? That doesn’t have to be added or anything but I’m always interested to see people’s opinions on whether he would or not👀)

Twig evolved again, but this time, she didn't look ready to cry when she revealed that to Grovyle. Perhaps that wasn't exactly true— she was so excited he'd seen her tear up with happiness as she recounted what led up to her evolution— but that was nothing close to the shameful posture she wore and the guilt in her voice as she told him about how Celebi told her she wasn't ever going to evolve properly. 

(He remembered all too well her distaste for her appearance as a charmeleon— how she clearly thought it was a personal shortcoming of hers that she lacked a scaly red hide or a taller, broader body. She'd been so embarrassed by her partial evolution that Grovyle couldn't help but wonder if she had somehow remembered her days as a young human, offended by his nicknaming her until he explained the reasoning behind it. She'd been insecure about her height and what was apparently a very slight build for a human, and she thought he was insulting her for her lack of bulk. He'd just noticed her habit of collecting sticks off the ground and decided to name her after it. She was satisfied with his answer, but for a moment he was certain she would either burst into tears at his comment or unleash her collection of impromptu weapons in retaliation. Maybe both.)

She was fully grown, and now even fully evolved, but she still smiled the same way she did as a child while she stretched out newfound wings and laughed, telling him how she accidentally knocked over a potted tree in her home because she forgot that she had them. She snorted and wheezed while she described the look on Ark’s face when he turned the corner on an expedition and found her struggling to stand after her evolution startled her to the ground. Apparently his voice cracked when she asked him if she looked okay. She found that far funnier than Grovyle did, but he wouldn't hold against her something that had her doubling over with laughter as she described it. 

Legends and Life, how old was she now? She must be near the tail end of thirty. She used to be so small he could almost carry her full weight with just one arm, and now he had to crane his head back to look her in the eye. She was once so terrified and vulnerable she would jolt awake if he sighed too loudly while she slept, and now she was standing with her shoulders back and a bright grin on her face, looking like could hold her own better than he could in a fight. 

“Grovyle, you good?” Twig quirked a brow, fidgeting with her hands in that nervous way she always used to when she was worried about him. He could practically see a little human standing in this proud charizard’s place. Stars, if he wasn't near to tears before… 

“I'm fine,” he said, flattening the waver in his voice. “You're too tall. I'm staring into the sun right now to look you in the face.”

“You're staring into the—?” Her eyes widened, and she immediately moved to stand at the opposite side of where she once was, ducking her head in an effort to get closer to his level. “Dude! Why didn't you tell me? I didn't even notice! Ugh, that's embarrassing… I'll probably have to look out for that for the rest of my life, huh?”

“It's your fault for evolving again,” he said with a dry smile. “You should have stayed the same height if you wanted to avoid the same issue that the sableye always complain to Dusknoir about.”

“Speaking of— is he alright?”

When Dusknoir answered the door and let out a noise of surprise upon seeing Twig earlier, Grovyle peered through the front window to see what caught him off guard and had thrown the ghost-type out of the way a touch aggressively in his haste to greet her. “If him laughing at me when I came out here is anything to go off of, I'm sure he's fine.”

“It doesn't make any sense that I'm the one who evolved when you were able to put him in an arm-lock and shove him into a passage of time without breaking a sweat years ago. How does that work?”

He shrugged. “Temporal distortions. I can't evolve. It's why I was so shocked when you became a charmeleon in the first place when you traveled through time just as much as I did.” 

“Wait, you can't…? Oh.” Her proud stance fell, turning apologetic and small. “Gosh, man, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have bragged so much about my— I'm sorry. I messed up.” 

“What are you talking about?” He narrowed his eyes. “I’m pretty sure I'm more excited than you are about this, Twig. Stop apologizing.” He indicated her wings. “Have you tried flying yet?”

She took a moment to register his words— still nervously wringing her hands as she agonized over her supposed wrongdoing— but finally straightened up a bit. “Uh. No, not yet. I have no clue how to even get started, actually. I figured I should learn how to land before I try anything major, right? But I don't really know anyone with wings back in Verdant Village to ask to teach me.” 

“Well, you didn't hear it from me—” He crossed his arms and couldn't help his smile. “— But Celebi has been constantly asking if you've been looking for a flight teacher yet for this past week. I didn't know what she was talking about at the time, but looking back, she must've been waiting for this to come up.”

She quirked a brow. “Wait, really?”

“Really. Come on, she's going to throw a fit if you don't let her see your new look.” 

He held the front door open and tried his best not to laugh when she hit her head on the upper end of the frame. She let out a harsh Gosh dang it! and ducked through it properly on her second try, muttering to herself about how she'd trade heights with him if she could, and he couldn't hold back his snicker. 

She was different than when they'd first met, and different than when they'd reunited. She'd grown up into someone who was happy and loud, capable and bold— nothing like the terrified human she once was, nor the flighty charmander or anxious charmeleon. She was someone new, a character he hadn't foreseen her growing into when he offered her to hide with him for the first time in the Dark Future. But she was still herself. She was still Twig. 

“The ceiling is so low in here!” He heard her cry. “How does Dusknoir stand it?!” 

He smiled. 

Yep. Still Twig.

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[roxannarambles]

title: second chances (chapter one)

ship: goldenlight (luz x hunter)

notes: takes place sometime after ‘reaching out’ but before ‘hollow mind.’ (set in my standard canon-divergent AU where everything’s the same except no L*mity)

summary: Hunter’s doing his best to get the hang of having Penstagram friends, but there’s still one person in particular he’s hoping to reconnect with . . .

Hunter was propped up in bed that evening, his face buried deep in a book, absorbed in reading about the fascinating worlds of mindscapes. He was so enraptured that when he felt a buzzing in his pocket, he startled with a jerk. Then he remembered the source of the buzzing and retrieved the magic scroll he had carefully tucked away. Cautiously, he opened the scroll and took a peek.

Hello_Willow:

Hey, Caleb. How's it hanging?

His eyes narrowed as he studied the text, and he felt a little spike of anxiety. He wasn't sure what the message meant, and decoding the language that witches used on their magic scrolls was something he was still learning to do. He pecked out a reply on the tiny magic keyboard.

Rulerzreachf4n:

whatdoes thast meean,?

Ugh, the little buttons on the screen were really tiny and incredibly difficult to use. After a few moments, he received a reply.

Hello_Willow:

Just asking how you're doing

He blinked, considering the question. How was he doing?

Hmm. It wasn't really something that he was normally asked. He thought about his day. Most of it had been spent doing rather menial tasks, considering what his rank was. Training drills for the junior scouts, a few dull meetings, some paperwork, a brief patrol. The highlight of the day had been when he saw Kikimora trip in the cafeteria and spill her bowl of bone marrow pudding.

Rulerzreachf4n:

im ok i huess, prettty boring day. howearee you,?

Hello_Willow:

Not too bad. Got my midterm back today and got a perfect score, so I'm pretty happy with that.

Hello_Willow:

Oh also, I think we found a replacement for our team!

Hello_Willow:

For until you can make another game, I mean.

Hello_Willow:

He's pretty great, a bit rusty but a lot of potential, I'm confident we can mold him into a master.

After a brief pause, a photo popped up, showing a skinny boy in Flyer Derby uniform practicing on the field. Hunter studied the image for a moment.

Rulerzreachf4n:

isnthat the kid viney wasd so mad. at?obn the opossing tream?

Hello_Willow:

lol yeah, that's jerbo. she made him take an everlasting oath to remain loyal to our team.

Hello_Willow:

I think the Emerald Entrails are gonna have an amazing season. A shame we'll be missing our powerhouse player for most of it, but I'm sure we'll manage just fine in the meantime 🙂

Hunter spent some time just staring at the message. He was still trying to get used to the idea that other witches actually wanted to talk to him and were nice to him. It was a very alien concept, and part of him was still in disbelief it had happened at all.

Rulerzreachf4n:

goos to hear.good. to hear.

Rulerzreachf4n:

ill be watichng the games and cherringfor you guys

Hello_Willow:

Great! We appreciate the support 🧹 🏆

The text was accompanied with an emoji that looked like a little witch riding a staff, and then a little golden trophy. He had no idea how to make the keyboard produce those little pictures, but it made him chuckle a little when he saw Willow's message.

Setting his scroll down, he leaned further back against the headboard of his bed. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes.

It really had been a very strange couple of days.

Hunter wasn't even sure what to make of it. He had been so incredibly focused on a single goal that day he flew out to Hexside. Nothing else mattered except finding out a way to prove himself worthy of his position, of his title. He was ready to do whatever it took to impress Darius. And then maybe once he impressed Darius, Belos would finally start to see him as useful too. He could make up for all his past mistakes and imperfections.

But along the way, something weird happened. He started to enjoy himself, in his little role as a Hexside student. Actually talking to other witches his age. Getting the chance to do something that was just for fun. Even showing off a little.

He didn't expect to become so invested. He didn't expect to get to know those students, to start caring about what happened to them. They were supposed to just be a means to his ends. Nothing more.

He was so certain. So confident in his position, in his role in life. He was the Golden Guard; the Emperor's right-hand man. Devoted, loyal, unwavering.

And yet, that night, he wavered. Things no longer seemed quite so simple and straightforward. He saw the pain in the eyes of the students he'd hauled in, the pain that he'd put there. And eventually, he stood up for them, shielded them from harm, shielded them from the fate of being bound to the Emperor's Coven.

Everything happened so fast that night, as though he wasn't even sure of what he was doing. His own behavior shocked him. It wasn't like him at all. But he didn't regret it, he realized. Even if Darius had punished him, he would have still done it.

And now, through some bizarre quirk, he had his first real friends. At least, he was pretty sure he did. The gaggle of Hexside students he helped escape could have easily just ignored him and gone back to their lives as usual. And yet, they didn't. They had "followed" him on Penstagram and would send him messages on occasion. They knew exactly what Hunter had done, and yet they still forgave him in the end. Not only that, but they wanted to remain in contact.

Hunter picked up the scroll that was resting on the bed beside him. Flicking through, he brought the page up that had the group photo of their team winning. He smiled faintly, at how happy everyone was, all together in their team uniforms.

"Friends," Hunter muttered, still in awe of such a concept applying to him. With a warm little flutter in his chest, he set the scroll back down and smiled.

But after a few moments, his thoughts strayed to somewhere new.

Friends . . .

His mind flashed to one person in particular. A girl who had occupied his thoughts for many, many weeks, despite all of his efforts to forget about her. He felt the familiar twinge of regret thinking back to her.

I thought you might've been a good guy. But I guess that was just wishful thinking. You're not my friend, you're just the Golden Guard.

It had been such a strange feeling when she'd said it to him, like a knife twisting in his chest. At first, he didn't even understand why it had hurt so much. Why should he care what she thought of him? She was nothing. Just some meddling human who had strayed too far and foolishly blundered into the demon realm.

She was so ridiculous and weird and foolish, running into everything without even thinking. So soft and weak. So . . . strangely good at thinking on her feet and solving problems. So weirdly effective at standing up to him with her own skills. So intriguing and different. So footloose and fancy-free. So wild. So unlike anyone he'd ever met before.

So willing to reach out, even to a person like him.

Hunter had tried to forget about her. But he couldn't seem to shake her from his mind. During the day, it was easy enough. He could occupy his mind with his duties, keep his thoughts disciplined and rigorously in check. At night, though, when the hour grew late and his body was weary, his mind would always wander. And he would think of her.

She was the first person who had ever really tried to understand him sincerely. To treat him like something other than merely a means to some an end or an adversary to defeat. She had treated him like . . . like his thoughts and feelings mattered. That fateful night, he had found himself responding to it, and he'd ended up telling her things he'd never should have, but the words had tumbled out of him anyway. He found himself wanting to trust her. Wanting her to know him. And wanting to know her, too. Perhaps for the very first time, wanting a genuine friend.

He had turned on her though, the first moment opportunity had arrived-- ever the loyal soldier. And so he crushed the opportunity of friendship to dust.

Hunter huffed in disgust at himself, crossing his arms. He laid here now in his room and had the gall to wonder if she still might consider being his friend. To dare have that hope. To think, just because he'd gained friendship with some students who were also her friends, that they might somehow sway her. What a selfish, stupid thing to hope for.

He was better off without her, anyhow. It was just too complicated. She made him question so many things. He'd barely spent any time with her at all, and yet even with the briefest of contacts, she'd somehow gotten into his head and never gotten back out. He was indulging in reading more and more about wild magic, he was bonded to a palisman. He was doubting the ways the Emperor’s Coven was running things, he was questioning and hesitating and even defying the Coven, in small little ways that were adding up.

Hunter pressed his hands against his face, closing his eyes and rubbing them. It was late, and his thoughts were dancing along a dangerous path again like they often did at this hour. Playing back the memories-- the melodic lilt of her laughter, the mischievous glint in her gold-brown eyes, the silly little smile when she'd leaned in and spoke excitedly to him about wild magic.

Could she ever . . . consider him a friend?

"Stop it," Hunter mumbled to himself, trying to extinguish the glimmer of hope flickering inside him.

There was a gentle buzzing sound from beside him.

He leaned back up and picked the scroll up. It was a new message from Willow.

Hello_Willow:

btw I gave your contact info to Luz, hope you don't mind

Hello_Willow:

she was asking about you earlier

Hunter felt all the air exit his lungs. Frantically, his fingers tapped the little keyboard.

Rulerzreachf4n:

wwswaitwhrt

Rulerzreachf4n:

what

Rulerzreachf4n:

ewhat was she askijng?

He stared intensely at the screen as he waited for Willow to type out a reply.

Hello_Willow:

Kinda everything, she freaked out when she learned about our little adventure on wednesday

Hello_Willow:

She wanted me to tell her everything that happened and what I thought of you and everything you said and stuff

Hello_Willow:

oh and she kept asking for the videos of our game

"Uhh," Hunter grunted, trying to keep his pounding heart under control. What did that mean? Did that mean anything? Oh, Titan, was she actually going to contact him?

Rulerzreachf4n:

duid she seem mad ir somejing?

Hello_Willow:

Mad? No, I don't think so

Hello_Willow:

More like, surprised

Ok, ok. Surprised wasn't bad, necessarily. Honestly, it didn't tell him a lot, though. He made a frustrated noise.

Hello_Willow:

Should I not have told her?

He quickly reassured her.

Rulerzreachf4n:

n o its fine,.

After a few minutes, he received another reply.

Hello_Willow:

Ok.

Hello_Willow:

Well I have an early day tomorrow so I'll talk to you later, Caleb 

Rulerzreachf4n:

ok

Hunter tried not to let it bother him, but he had more than a little difficulty falling asleep that night.

 Next morning, after smacking the tiny demon that acted as his alarm clock to silence it, he grumbled and rolled over, not really feeling keen to leap out of bed at the crack of dawn like usual. A few minutes later there was a buzzing from his nightstand. Tiredly, he reached over to check it.

Hello_Willow:

Good morning!

Hello_Willow:

Clover was looking real cute so I had to share 😊

There was a picture of the little bee creature sleeping in its own tiny bed. He had to admit, it was pretty cute. Not as cute as Flapjack, of course.

Crawling out of bed and stretching, he was about to grab his cape off his chair, but noticed Flapjack curled up adorably inside it. His heart melting, he grabbed his scroll and snapped several pictures.

Then he messed about with the scroll, trying to figure out how to send the photo to Willow. While he was in the midst of trying to work this out, the scroll buzzed and a new message popped up. It wasn't from Willow, though. Hunter opened it.

THEOWLLADY:

Are you good now?

THEOWLLADY:

Is Belos evil?? You can tell me!

THEOWLLADY:

Also hi!

THEOWLLADY:

It's Luz!

Hunter balked, his heart leaping as he read the words, immediately falling into a panic. Oh Titan, it was her, what-- what should he say?

Luz proceeded to bombard him with a series of emoji.

THEOWLLADY:

👻⛈️🌸☘️🌈

THEOWLLADY:

🦖✨🎉💥🦇

He felt his face warm and he quickly grew irritated with himself. This was ridiculous, she was just-- this was-- this was too much, it was too early in the morning for him to deal with this human! And who did she think she was, talking to him like they were old buddies or whatever?

His fingers fumbled as he tried to type.

Rulerzreachf4n:

LEAVE.ME ALONE

In his rush to reply, he accidentally sent the picture of Flapjack to her. Embarassed, he struggled with the keyboard to salvage the mistake.

Rulerzreachf4n:

sORry.wrong.person.,.

A few seconds later (how did she type so fast??) Luz answered back,

THEOWLLADY:

Omg he's ADORABLE!! lookit the cutie wootie lil rascal birbie baby boyy~~~

Hunter glared at the scroll, writing a response.

Rulerzreachf4n:

thaT's NOT His naME1!

Rulerzreachf4n:

hiS nanes is flapjack

He waited for several moments before he received an abrupt reply.

THEOWLLADY:

sorry hunter gtg for now something came up

THEOWLLADY:

talk to u later 😄😄😄

And that was it. He stared at his scroll for a little while, feeling confused and annoyed. Seriously? She was just gonna drop that on him and leave? What was even going through her head?

Hunter's alarm demon started shrieking again, and he jerked in surprise. Reaching over, he whacked it into silence again. Damnit, he always forgot when he left that thing on snooze.

Dropping the scroll, he sighed and rubbed his face. He had things to do, he needed to forget about this nonsense.

 He didn't receive another message from her until two days later. It arrived in the early evening, when Hunter had just gotten off his patrol shift. He read it after he'd reached his room and removed his armor and gear.

THEOWLLADY:

Hey Hunter, it's Luz. I wanted to apologize for the other day

THEOWLLADY:

I wasn't really in the greatest mindset at the time I texted you

THEOWLLADY:

And I thought about it later and realized how it probably came off

THEOWLLADY:

probably looked like the only reason I wanted to talk to you was so I could use you for information

THEOWLLADY:

and that was really crappy of me. I'm sorry.

He sat down on the foot of his bed, and the scroll soon buzzed again.

THEOWLLADY:

anyway. willow told me about the whole flyer derby thing.

There was a long pause, the window displaying a series of three dots that indicated she was in the middle of typing. Then, after all that waiting, the message that popped up was rather short.

THEOWLLADY:

you guys looked really cool out there

Hunter gazed at his scroll for a very long time, feeling conflicted and overwhelmed. He had no idea how to proceed with the conversation-- or if he even wanted to reply.

All right, that last part was a lie. Of course he wanted to reply. But with what?

The scroll buzzed in his hands.

THEOWLLADY:

it was nice seeing you look so happy. you have a nice smile

Hunter swallowed, his face growing a little warm. More messages quickly followed.

THEOWLLADY:

anyway aahgain sorry aboutbefore

THEOWLLADY:

I'm gonna go have dinner,see you around I guess

THEOWLLADY:

or not, you're not obligated to answer or anything

THEOWLLADY:

so. yeah. bye

The scroll fell silent after that. Hunter tried for a while to formulate some sort of reply, but eventually he gave up and chickened out. He went back to his evening and tried to put it out of his mind. Somehow, he was able to do so pretty successfully.

Until the hour grew very late. It was 1:20am when Hunter finished his nightly reading and found his mind swimming in thoughts. He stared at the scroll sitting on his bed for a while, internally debating with himself.

Eventually, he reached out and grabbed it, flicking open the messenger window and typing.

He had a little more practice now with the awkward keyboard, so he was able to produce clearer messages, thankfully.

Rulerzreachf4n:

I didnt mean for itn to happen

Rulerzreachf4n:

I was just tryong to recruit some stidents to please my superiors

Rulerzreachf4n:

I dodnt expect it tobe...

Rulerzreachf4n:

kinda fun. didnt expect to get tto know them.

He paused for a moment. He didn't think Luz would be awake at this hour, and honestly, that was a blessing. He wanted to get it all out before he changed his mind.

 Rulerzreachf4n:

Iwas going to turn them in anyway.

Rulerzreachf4n:

except. this time,I realized how stupid I was being.

Rulerzreachf4n:

when i was standing there, looking at them in the cell

Rulerzreachf4n:

at how hurt and betrayed they looked, i remembered the last time Id done that.

Rulerzreachf4n:

how much i s crewed things up.

Rulerzreachf4n:

so I tried to fix it before it was too late.

Rulerzreachf4n:

and. somehow they forgave me. orat least, i think they did.

Rulerzreachf4n:

so i giess I have friends.now.

Rulerzreachf4n:

i guess.whatever that means. im still not sure.

He stopped typing, his mind drifting on recent events. He was so lost in thought that it took him a moment to even realize that the little 'busy' dots had appeared on-screen. His eyes widened. A few moments later, messages appeared.

THEOWLLADY:

I'm glad you finally found some people you could connect with. that's honestly really cool.

THEOWLLADY:

i probably did a pretty lousy job at trying to reach out to you, anyway. but I'm glad you found people you really vibe with.

Hunter felt that now-familiar sensation; guilt and regret twisting in his chest like a knife. In the past, he'd always ignored it, but tonight was going to be different. He wasn't going to ignore it this time.

Before he could think the better of it, he started tapping on the scroll and just kept going.

Rulerzreachf4n:

no, you dont get it. thats not it at all.

Rulerzreachf4n:

titan, you have no idea. i think about that day in latissa so much.

 Rulerzreachf4n:

youre like no one i've ever met before. and. everything changed atfer that day. i .

Rulerzreachf4n:

i started quetstioning everything and.

Rulerzreachf4n:

you were right about the palismen. i was an idiot. they aree alive. they're not just mindless tools.

Rulerzreachf4n:

they have souls. and youre, the first person to make me stop and think like that.

Rulerzreachf4n:

but not just that, the first person i actually....

Rulerzreachf4n:

i dont know, the first one i felt i really wanted to truist and get to know

Rulerzreachf4n:

but i threw it all away like an idiot.

He looked at his own messages, surprised he'd vomited all that information out.

Well. If he was being honest, he may as well go all the way.

Rulerzreachf4n:

I'm sorry. I stole those palismen, i took that key, i did all that stuff just so i could get belos' approval. didnt stop to think about who it was hurting.

Rulerzreachf4n:

it was for the greater good, buit. i didn't even try to figure out if there were other ways to do it., ways that could abvoid hurting others like that

Rulerzreachf4n:

i'm not looking for forgiveness,. I just wanted you to know i'm sorry.

After that, he put the scroll down, deciding he'd better stop before he spilled his guts even more. He hoped Luz would simply ignore him, because that would be the easiest outcome. He'd wake up tomorrow and just go about his day.

However, the scroll buzzed again after a minute or two. He was afraid to look.

THEOWLLADY:

hey so um about that

THEOWLLADY:

you said you threw away your chance to be friends, but.

THEOWLLADY:

what if I just....give you another one?

He stared at the messages, puzzled.

Rulerzreachf4n:

what?

She clarified quickly.

THEOWLLADY:

A second chance at your first friend, you know?

THEOWLLADY:

How's that sound?

He felt his heart squeeze in his chest, but it seemed far too good to be true. People like him didn't get second chances. They didn't deserve them.

Still, after gazing at her texts for a while, he replied with nervous fingers.

Rulerzreachf4n:

do you really mean that?

She answered immediately.

THEOWLLADY:

yeah. I do.

He was tempted to just agree to it; oh, how he was tempted. But he knew things weren't as simple as she was making them to be. Swallowing the bitter feeling in this throat, he carefully wrote out his answer.

Rulerzreachf4n:

I don't think you get it. I'm still the Golden Guard. I can't give that up, I still think Belos is building a better future for everyone. i dont agree with everything he does but. i'm not gonna betray him. Would you still want to be my friend, knowing that?

He waited tensely in silence for her answer. When it came, however, it wasn't what he expected.

THEOWLLADY:

I understand.

THEOWLLADY:

I don't think he has the good of others in mind, but I accept that we disagree on that.

THEOWLLADY:

I won't try to force you to change.

THEOWLLADY:

like, full disclosure, I still will talk about Belos, but I won't try to force you to change your mind.

His brow furrowed as he tried to comprehend her perspective. Was it really that simple? It didn't make a lot of sense to him. How could she consider him a friend when he still was technically her enemy?

He thought about it for a while, and realized the other Hexside students he'd befriended had basically already done the same thing. Perhaps he just didn't understand friendship very well.

Eventually, despite his nervousness over the whole situation, he decided he wasn't going to turn down his second chance. Not this time.

He awkwardly typed out a reply.

Rulerzreachf4n:

ok,well. then i guess..I guess if you really want to. it would be ok with me to. be friends.

The human followed up with an explosion of colorful emoji, the screen scrolling to accomodate all the pictures, before answering with a normal text.

THEOWLLADY:

awesome!! ok so as your new bestie I must tell you that the name of your palisman is the most adorable thing to ever exist ohmygod FLAPJACK I LOVE IT you made his name a PUN and an amazing one!

THEOWLLADY:

seriously. it's so good.

A little thrown off by the sudden topic switch, he took a moment to process.

Rulerzreachf4n:

well I didnt actually name him

Rulerzreachf4n:

he told me that was his na,me

Rulerzreachf4n:

I actuallydont even know what a flapjack is

Rulerzreachf4n:

i asked belos and he said itwas a kind of pancake?

She seemed to be incredibly tickled with this.

THEOWLLADY:

wait seriously?? oh man, hunter, we need to make you some

THEOWLLADY:

when you visit I'll make you some pancakes, they're so good, it's like a human delicacy

THEOWLLADY:

might take me a bit to find the right flour in the demon realm but I know I can do it

Hunter fumbled with the keyboard, typing out,

I cant.really, well. I'm not.

He erased it and started again, flustered.

Rulerzreachf4n:

I cant just go and visit you, people wouldnotice

THEOWLLADY:

Oh right right, sorry, didn't mean to overstep

THEOWLLADY:

No worries, we can do it at some point in the theoretical future when the whole island isnt in the grips of uhhh. all that repressive regime stuff etc etc

THEOWLLADY:

Or hey I can send you the recipe, it's really easy!

Hunter groaned, feeling like he was getting emotional whiplash talking to this girl. He wondered if he would regret agreeing to all of this.

THEOWLLADY:

it's weird that your palisman's named after a human thing though, now that I think about it

THEOWLLADY:

did he tell you anything about his previous witch? were they the one who named him?

THEOWLLADY:

ah crap sorry if that's prying or anything

THEOWLLADY:

I'm just very curious, you can tell me if I'm asking too many questions

The thing of it was, she was right. It was strange, and it had been something he'd wondered about.

Rulerzreachf4n:

When I asked him about his previous witchj, hedidnt want to talk about it

Rulerzreachf4n:

I think it's kind of painful for him to think about.

THEOWLLADY:

oh, I see. that makes sense. most of the palismen the bat queen takes care of probably have some pretty painful memories.

THEOWLLADY:

well, I'm glad he found you. he seems happy.

Hunter smiled faintly, glancing over at the palisman snoozing on his bedpost.

Rulerzreachf4n:

I'm glad too.

After a few minutes, he received a few final messages for the night.

THEOWLLADY:

Well I'm gonna try to get some sleep, but it was nice talking to you.

THEOWLLADY:

See you later, Hunter.

He gazed hesitantly at the scroll, still surprised at how the evening had turned out. Was this something that would actually last? He had no idea.

But in the moment, he decided to be hopeful.

Rulerzreachf4n:

yeah.

Rulerzreachf4n:

I'll see you later.

Part Two

#toh #the owl house #goldenlight #lunter #huntceda #goldenluz #luz x hunter #hunter x luz #goldenlight fanfic

[mikeyddie]

Sanders sides again! The reader doesn’t sing because of a…. certain side effect. After constant pestering the reader reaches the end of their rope and stands in the middle of the yard. They finally sing but once they do almost every animal within earshot starts to surround the house. Disney princess style!Apparently when reader sings they have the power to control any beast their sweet voice comes into contact with. What is their reaction?

Hii!! Gosh it feels nice to reply to your asks again X3 This might be a little shorter than what I usually do, but I hope you like it!!

Roman was who pestered you the most. You'd never deliberately said you don't sing, instead using excuses like "I don't really feel like it," and "Oh, I don't sound that good." He wondered if you were teasing or if you were insecure about it.

"Y/n!" Roman appeared, suddenly, catching you off guard.

"Hi," you greeted, smiling and giving a small wave. "You startled me, haha."

He joined you on the couch, picking up the remote to turn down what you were watching.

"Are you perhaps in the... singing mood?" He posed dramatically, causing you to giggle.

"Sorry, Roman. Maybe later?"

He scoffed.

"Later?" he whined.

"You say that every time,"

You shook your head, your smile not leaving your face.

"I just don't feel like it right now. Sing for me!" you nudged him, half joking.

He rolled his eyes.

"Fine, fine,"

Patton didn't want to force you, so he didn't bring it up that much. But he'd chime in when someone else would. Of course, his approach was much gentler and more of a suggestion than blatantly trying to convince you to.

"My throat's just a little scratchy, is all," you replied to Roman, patting his shoulder reassuringly.

"You sound fine to me!" he placed his hands on his hips.

"Well, I think you'd sound great!" Patton suddenly said, entering the room.

You chuckled. "No, no, I sound like a muppet," you joked, chuckling.

"You can't get better if you don't practice!" Patton smiled when Roman vigorously nodded.

"See? Just give us something short!"

"Well- if you don't want to," Patton shrugged. "Don't force yourself,"

Roman huffed.

Virgil didn't really care, lol. I mean, sure, he was curious as to what you sounded like and deep down hoped you'd give in someday. But he'd never bring it up or ask you about it, not wanting to overstep a boundary or anything similar. He was usually quiet if anyone started poking at you about it, only responding if he was thrown into the convo.

"Virgil, what do you think?" Roman queued, glancing over at Virgil who was sat on the bottom of the stairs on his phone.

"Huh?" he looked up at you and Ro.

"Should y/n sing?"

"Oh, uh. Well, if they want to," Virge shrugged.

"Ugh, you are not helping,"

"Guys," you crossed your arms, unable to help the smile on your face.

"You'd think if y/n wanted to sing they would have by now," Virgil added. "I mean, pushing them will most likely make them want to less,"

Roman sighed and looked back at you.

"I'm sorry," he stated, sounded more frustrated than apologetic.

Which you didn't mind because you knew his intent wasn't to be mean or forceful or anything.

Logan could really care less about it. He only butted in to tell the guys not to force you because there really wasn't a point in it. He wouldn't be mad if you gave in, but it certainly wouldn't feel good or satisfy any curiosity since you didn't do it for your own want.

"You two should really stop," Logan began when Patton and Roman were asking why you didn't want to sing.

"I mean you're figuratively backing them into a corner. If you even convinced them, they wouldn't sound good because they don't want to," he leaned against the chair he was sat in at the table.

Patton nodded after a moment. "Yeah, he's right,"

Roman crossed his arms, making an offended sound.

"But!" he opened his mouth to continue but stopped.

"Okay, okay," he looked down.

"Thanks, Logan," you giggled.

After a while of the pestering and constantly asking why you don't sing you figured you'd put an end to it before it started to upset you. You led the guys outside and sat on some bench in the grass. You asked them for suggestions as you couldn't think of any songs. Roman threw in a bunch of Disney songs before saying I Can't Help Falling in Love with You which was one of your favorite songs. After a short moment of hesitation, you let out a quiet, "This is why I don't sing," and then began. They all smiled, 'cept for Logan, but he was enjoying it. Suddenly, a few birds and squirrels joined you five on the bench. Patton was immediately super happy, petting one of the birds and giggling. No one thought that much of it until more animals joined. A raccoon, stray cats, stray dogs. Bigger birds, butterflies. Roman was in absolute shock, Patton was squealing, Virgil was trying to process what the hell was happening, and Logan was just confused.

A few more animals joined before there was a forest worth of creatures surrounding the five of you. Once your song came to a close, Roman squealed.

"You're like a Disney princess!" he exclaimed.

"That's why you don't sing?!" Virgil questioned, stunned.

"That shouldn't be possible," Logan mumbled, looking at the butterfly that had landed on his shoulder.

"You sound amazing!!" Patton giggled.

"Awf, thanks," you smiled, face a little red.

Roman huffed. "You're definitely gonna need to sing more," he joked.

You all chuckled.

"That was fascinating," Logan let out.

I couldn't really think of a good ending but I hope you liked it!! This was super fun to write

#sanders sides #oneshots #imagines #headcannon #headcannons #sanders sides virgil #reader insert #self insert #sanders sides logan #sanders sides patton

[nancywheelxr]

HAHAHHA okokokok I know that was kinda a bad starting lol. I don’t know if u need a scenario or anything but if u DO need one, could you do one where Max is just being annoying towards Steve and he just gets fed up? Haha sorry I’m asking for so much

ahdsgjs i do appreciate some sort of prompt, yes! it's totally fine, anon, it's def not much! I hope you like how it turned out!

***

Steve startles nearly half a foot in the air when the car door is wrenched open.

“Jesus Christ, what the– what are you doing?” He pulls his jacket out of the way just in time before Max throws herself into the passenger seat, bag quickly discarded to the floor, and slams the door shut hard enough to shake the whole vehicle. “Hey, hey, careful! What’s this, anyway? You can’t just go walking into people’s cars– what happened to stranger danger?”

It’s the last minutes of sunset, orange light fading into a quiet blueish dusk, and Spring is in full swing, April showers and all that. It beats down softly against the car roof now, pit-pattering drowned by the occasional traffic outside, and Steve frowns at the sky briefly before looking back at the little intruder, “seriously, what the hell?”

“Oh my god, Steve,” Max rolls her eyes, slouching in the seat, arms crossed, and glares up at him like he’s the one being weird here, “Dustin said you’d be here, I’m not waiting in the rain. You’re late, by the way.”

“Yeah, ‘cause they’re always late,” he answers almost out of reflex. Then, “wait, what did Dustin say?”

Apparently having deemed Steve not worthy of her full attention, Max turns to the glove compartment, opening it unceremoniously to rifle through his things. “That you’re giving us a ride to the diner. Don’t you have better tapes? I mean, Tears for Fears? Really?”

“Hey! There’s nothing wrong with– whatever, gimme that, stop going messing with my stuff–” he scowls, reaching to snap it shut. “Where’s your boyfriend, anyway? Isn’t it basketball day?”

“Where’s yours?” She fires back, then huffs, redirecting her glare to the high school outside. “Practice got canceled, he’s playing with the nerds instead.”

“I– what– you can’t just– ugh.”

The look she gives him is full of pity. “You sound like Mike.”

Steve clears his throat, running a hand through his hair. “Jeez, you’re really coming for the kneecaps today.”

“Are they always this late? I’ve been waiting for like, forever.”

Personally, Steve doesn’t know why she’s so surprised considering the everything about their friends. Of course they’re late, Dustin probably got distracted by something unimportant that probably made Eddie go off on a tangent and now Mike is probably frowning at nothing because that’s like, Will’s personal idea of heaven or something. “Dunno, man, it’s not like this is routine for me either.”

“Isn’t it, though?” 

“No, it isn’t,” he insists, “I’m just helping out ‘cause Nancy’s helping Robin with some school thing.”

“Are you, though?”

“Well, yeah! This is just a favor! This is not gonna be a thing, okay? Actually, this is probably the last time.”

“Is it, though?”

“I do have other stuff to do, alright? I’m not available 24/7 for you twerps to– to just– I don’t know, call for a ride or whatever.”

“Do you, tho–”

“Do not finish that sentence!”

Max can’t quite hide her giggles, laughter spilling out from between her fingers, and god fucking damn it, these kids will drive Steve into an early grave and they’ll probably give him a shitty funeral on top. Ugh, and it’s not like Steve can stay mad either, not when Max is finally opening up to them again, looking more like herself, like she’s fully there, not just a vacant shell floating in a current.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he grumbles, but a smile is pulling valiantly at the corner of his lips, “see if I don’t kick you out.”

She doesn’t even have the decency to look a little bit cowed at least. “In this weather? Please, no, you wouldn’t.”

Yeah, no, he would never, but he’s saved by the bell from doubling down on his bluff. Movement outside catches his attention, and Steve cranes his neck to watch their so-very-late friends pause at the front doors, squinting at the rain still falling stubbornly before splitting in a mad dash for the cars. “Oh, thank god, finally.”

Will, Mike, and El skip after Eddie, loading into his van in an orderly manner, one after the other and probably like, buckling up their seatbelts out of their own volition. 

Steve, on the other hand, gets Dustin opening the passenger door and immediately arguing loudly with Max about shotgun rights while Lucas clambers into the backseat and then leans between car seats to also argue loudly that Max is right about everything, actually.

As he pulls out of the parking lot, Eddie waves cheerfully. After a beat, so does Will from the passenger seat. In their car, no one is screaming about shotgun for infinity.

Steve fights the urge to just walk out of the car and into the woods. 

“OKAY,” he yells above the cacophony, smugly pleased when they fall blessedly silent, “Max, stop goading him. Dustin, she’s right, she was here first, if you wanted to choose, then don’t be late next time, now get in the damn car and out of the rain– if you get a cold, I swear to god– Lucas, sit back down and put on your seatbelt. You two little shitheads, too.”

It’s like herding cats, Jesus. “Great, thank you. Now, Max. You can choose the music.”

“Hey, that’s not fair, I never got to choose when I was shotgun–”

Kate Bush starts wailing about Wuthering Heights as Steve turns the key, tuning out the shouting with a sadly practiced ease. Always the goddamn babysitter.

#stranger things #st #steve harrington #max mayfield #stranger things fanfic #st tag #steve and max tag #my writing #anon

[sysig]

Close and comforting

#Doodles #Vargas #Edgar #Scriabin #All alt. notebook doodles I was on a bit of a roll and didn't feel like switching notebooks heh #I needed something calming to doodle and hugs made me feel a lot better #It is honestly incredible what a source of comfort these two are hehe #Also personally I like that Scriabin's face is obscured so you can't tell what colour his glasses are :3c Or his expression #He gets startled but then's just like ''Ugh fine'' lol #Reading brought some old ideas bubbling back to the surface so I finally doodled that Lady Vargas idea I had ages ago #I don't have too many ideas written down for Ladyverse and even fewer doodles but it does fascinate me #The concept of either of them growing and moving as a person in the 90s as someone socialized female is very interesting to me #And especially with all the talk of religious guilt specifically in reference to that dropped that idea right back at the time of the pile #Apparently I wrote it down around the same time as the ''You pushed me down the stairs'' set lol #I'm quite happy with how they turned out the poses are almost exactly what I saw in my head :D #Lady Edgar would usually have her hair up but it's bedtime so #Also flannel pajamas because lol #And more kissing practice for funsies #Slowly getting more confident and pleased with the results uwu #I like it very much when they're gentle with each other hh

[yesimwriting]

The Needs of Pain (part 2)

A/n since y’all liked part one!!

... i think i could make a part 3?? we’ll see lol 

This is the LONGEST thing i’ve written on here wow,, and the smuttiest 

Warnings: teasing, oral, unprotected sex (pls this is my first time writing full smut be gentle lol)

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Exhaustion is an odd result of pain. I didn’t think I was that tired after the burn. I certainly didn’t feel sleepy while Kirigan cleaned my shoulder and brushed his soft lips and sharp teeth along my neck to distract me from the pain. Why am I even thinking of that? Of the way his breath felt against my skin, the way his tongue soothed any bites he left against my skin. I breathe out flatly. 

Stop thinking of him. Stop thinking of him in that context--that’s why he did it. He enjoys getting under people’s skin, that’s why he’s always insulting the way I see the world. My hand reaches to my neck, touching my skin where I can still feel his lips on my skin, tracing the faint marks I had seen in the bathroom mirror.

I should have asked the healer to get rid of them before they fully formed, but the thought of showing them to anyone was too embarrassing to bear. I force my hand away, dropping it onto my pillow. 

He had acted so strange today, he had been so blunt. It was a tactic. He wants to be in my head and I’m giving him what he wants. I sigh, rolling over and pulling my duvet further up my body. It’s too hot for this. Ugh. I kick the duvet off of my legs, letting my nightgown wrinkle up my body. Strong hands could pull the fabric up in a similar, yet much more euphoric way. 

No. Who’s thoughts are these? The fact that I picture the same hands that dabbed at my burn earlier today has me questioning my sanity. I can’t sleep like this. Kirigan wanted to be in my head and now he is. Damn him. I can’t stand him which means I can never have him.

Desire has nothing to do with tolerance. The thought leaves my face warm and stomach twisted. 

I sit up sharply, sliding out of bed tiredly. I’ll get some air and everything will be fine. The moon will clear my mind.

The Little Palace is strangely twisting at night, all long shadows and yellow lantern light. I slip out of my room quickly, but my thoughts are not immediately banished with the change of scenery. I must be ill. Infection must have set in regardless of my efforts and the healer sealed it beneath my skin and now it’s impacting me. Fever. I’m delusional with fever. 

“I didn’t take you the kind for a late night trist.” 

His voice leaves the hairs on the back of my neck standing like soldiers at attention. I manifested him the same way people manifest the devil. “Air.” My defense is childish. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d get some air.” 

The sound of even footsteps leaves me frozen in place. “What keeps someone like you awake?” It’s like he can read through me. “Thoughts of me?” 

He can never know. “Obviously.” 

My sarcasm doesn’t go unnoticed, he lets out an almost humored breath. “Or perhaps it’s pain.” 

The comment is so confusing I almost don’t realize he’s bringing up my shoulder injury. How had I let him see me so vulnerable? Why did he seem somewhat concerned in his own way? 

“My shoulder’s perfectly fine.” Good. A normal direction for this conversation to head. “It took the Healer all of two minutes.” 

The touch on my shoulder is so sudden I almost jump. Kirigan doesn’t shy away at that, fingers firmly brushing down the skin. “It feels the same.” 

I could scream. His strange observation means nothing to me, but the implication is enough to drive me mad. The implication that he knows my skin well enough to be able to judge whether the healed skin feels different is sickening. I’m tired of this. 

I turn on my heels, all of my tiredness and irritation twisting in me. “Even if it didn’t, it’s none of your concern.” 

“I didn’t realize you were extra irritable when you’re tired.”

Every conversation with him leaves me feeling petulant. “I’m not tired.” I cross my arms, keep my expression set. “I just--I wanted to get some air.” 

“Hm.” He takes a step forward, preparing to close the small distance I’d managed to create between us. “And why is that?” 

The question leaves me irritated in an odd way. A flat way. There’s a narcissistic entitlement in that question. An entitlement to my thoughts. I shrug. “I hoped it’d make me tired.” 

Kirigan draws his eyebrows together, curiosity and something resembling amusement playing at his expression. “If you’d like to be tired, I think I know a few ways to be of assistance.”

A faint, aggravating warmth comes to my face. Not only did my lie earn me a ridiculous innuendo, it’s also trapped me in a corner I cannot escape. Healing from the burn had left me pathetically drowsy. There’s no way he can’t see through me, a tired haze has to be visible on my face. My eyelids feel weighted and I’m too distracted by my deep longing for sleep to hold onto irritation. 

“I’m sure I’ll manage on my own.” The words are not meant to be a challenge, just a way to dismiss him. I don’t think he takes them that way. 

He draws his eyebrows together, eyes threatening to lose that curious quality. Kirigan steps forward, I step back blankly, desperate to keep enough distance to keep what’s left of my wits about me. He ignores my reaction, taking another step forward. I take another step back. My back touches the wall. I am a mouse and he’s an excited cat. 

“You don’t have to,” his voice is too low, too intimate, “I’m not sure that’s something you want to understand.” 

My chin raises just slightly, a silent protest. “Dependency is a fatal flaw.” 

“So is desire,” his reply is much too quick. “Desire is worse, because one can resist dependency based on pride...but desire, that is something that one sacrifices for.” 

Maybe if I was less tired I’d bother to interpret his words a little more. But all I can focus on is his tone--the quality of it. “You sound heavy.” My voice is as light as the night breeze I was craving moments ago. “But you always sound heavy.” It’s the wistful observation of someone slowly disappearing. “At least you’re pretty,” I muse, falling more and more distant by the second.

Something soft breaks across his features, his lips quirking. “Pretty?” 

I rest my back against the wall comfortably, eyes shutting without permission. “I’m sure I’ll regret that comment in a moment.” 

He stays silent, but his presence does not disappear. I can’t tell if I’m glad for it. The warm touch on my shoulder startles me out of my drowsy trance. Panic has me ready to jump off the wall, but Kirigan brushes his thumb up and down my shoulder. His touch sets any skin that comes in contact with him aflame. I shouldn’t find the gesture so comforting. My eyes flutter shut again, my body relaxing against the wall. When my protest dies out before it begins, Kirigan shifts closer. I’m confused, but too at peace to answer. Something velvety and warm brushes against my collar. Soft and warm and electric. He’s kissing my skin again. 

My lips part in hopes of arguing, but when his teeth graze the skin he already marked earlier I’m gone. My eyes shut again, but this time it’s different. Pleasure and drowsiness clear me of all inhibitions as his touch becomes more and more assured. I let him test me, his mouth moving against any and all exposed skin. I don’t even stop him when I feel his hands graze the hem of my nightgown, wrinkling it the way I imagined earlier. 

“Kirigan.” I need to find my strength, but what’s the point of strength when his touch leaves me so warm? The only acknowledgement of my protest he offers me is the lingering squeeze of my thigh before his long fingers begin to graze towards the inside of my thighs. I have no choice but to let his lips brush up my neck, his teeth grazing my skin the way they did earlier today. “Kirigan.” I try to sound firmer, but he destroys the rest of my sentence before I have the chance to get it out. His teeth nip the base of my neck, ruining my protest for a second time.

 Maybe if I was less tired I’d be able to fight him off a little better, but I’m so drowsy I had trouble thinking before he started touching me. My eyes shut in both bliss and exhaustion. His thumb presses into my hip. Something in me stalls as his fingers brush the hem of my underwear--testing me, challenging me. I open my eyes on instinct, but he remains unbothered, slipping his thumb beneath the only fabric that divides us in order to better grip my hip.

I stiffen because of how badly I want to melt. This is bad. This is insane. We’re in a hallway in the middle of the night and he’s General Kirigan. Whatever attraction I feel is another tactic to manipulate me. 

“We need to stop.” The command is weak, my voice as dry as my resolve. 

He angles his head in order to regard me a little better. His expression is one of mock confusion as he smirks. Actually smirks. “Stop what?” False innocence drips from his voice as he leans towards me, expression amused as his lips near my own. “I haven’t even started yet.” My eyes widen, something that amuses him. “Y/n?”

I’m left on edge. I’m left wanting. My lips part flatly, but words feel so distant. “Yes?” 

“What happened earlier?” His voice is the kind of sinful that’s meant to coax. Kirigan brushes his thumb across my shoulder, eyes watching mine cautiously. “How did you get burned?” 

I push against the sultry quality of his voice. “I told you--an accident.” 

“Hm.” His eyebrows draw together in a surprisingly soft way. I stare at him freely, but he ignores my gaze, eyes locked on my newly healed skin. Is he truly that concerned? “Whose accident?” 

I swallow once. “My own.” He still isn’t looking at me. “I’m not exactly the most coordinated person, you’ve witnessed my clumsiness yourself.” 

Kirigan is not convinced. Perhaps he will never fully buy my partial lie. His grip on me hardens. Restraint. I may not be able to win against his paranoia, but I might be able to distract him. Cautiously, I move one hand forward, touching the hand that’s on my shoulder. I hesitate. Touching him without prompting almost feels too intimate. I’m being ridiculous. I brush my fingers against the back of his palm, letting my touch trail up his forearm. 

“Y/n.” My name borders on a warning. 

I suppress a smile, playing into my sleepiness as I tilt my head to the side. “Yes?” 

He doesn’t reply, expression tightening as my hand snares around his wrist, pulling it off my shoulder with more care than I thought myself capable of. The intensity of his gaze is enough to burn me. I turn my full attention to his hand. I’d never admit this out loud, but this isn’t the first time I’ve thought about how objectively attractive his hands are. I kiss each of his knuckles slowly, brushing my lips against his skin tentatively. 

To my surprise, he allows my indulgence. I glance at him through my lashes. Kirigan’s eyes are shut, expression bordering on pained. “Kirigan?” 

He opens his eyes but his expression does not ease. His other hand leaves my thigh, grabbing the low collar of my nightgown with such a fierce speed it takes me a second to realize what’s happening. He pulls me away from the wall in a way that borders on violent. 

“I don’t know who you’re protecting, but I guarantee you they’re not worth it.” The words are acidic. He’s seething. “I grow tired of your resistance.” 

If he hadn’t transformed into something so untamed, I might have had enough gall to tell him I grow tired of being toyed with. I say nothing, instead I take in the abrasiveness of his anger, the tension of his grip on the thin fabric that clothes me. I am unflinching in my assessment in the most tired way possible, eyes struggling not to shut and body desperate to rest, but even more desperate for him. His eyes stare into mine, searching for something I am too far gone to offer. He must realize my sleepiness is genuine because he soon drops his gaze, taking his time in analyzing the even rise and fall of my chest as well as the hint of cleavage his grip on my nightgown is exposing. Pure heat finds itself in my face, chest, and worst of all---core. His staring lacks any shame. 

Kirigan parts his lips as if to speak but then instead takes a moment to lick them. The thought of his tongue in relation to lips only makes the burning in me worse. It’s practically an ache. A needy one. 

“I grow weary of your lack of understanding.” 

Understanding? “What is there to understand?” 

His head angles itself to one side but he doesn’t meet my gaze. The hold he has on me loosens just enough so that his hold on me is no longer taut. That should not disappoint me the way it does. I wait patiently, ignoring the bundle of unexplained nerves in my stomach as best as I can. Something strange colors his features when he finally looks at me again, something almost vulnerable. 

“I brought you here.” He sounds farther from me than ever. “I…” His exhale is gentle, but his expression is quick to harden. “Who are you so willing to protect?”

I must be really tired because his voice sounds like it borders on heart ache. If I didn’t fear Arthur’s safety I’d tell Kirigan everything if it meant his pain would dissipate. I never thought Kirigan’s potential pain would bother me, but now that I’ve seen him look stricken by something so weighted--now that I’ve seen the way he wears pain--I don’t want to be the one to give him that. I want to be the one to give him some kind of sanctuary. The thought leaves me with a desire to flea. 

“Will you just believe me when I say it’s no one?” In a way that’s the truth. Arthur is not particularly significant unless you’re a young Grisha female with a desire for heart ache. “No one worth mentioning at least.” 

He’s quick to retighten his hold on my nightgown, leaving the fabric taut and more of me exposed. “You being desperate to protect them makes them worth interest.” A different response than I expected. 

My lips thin. “Only because it was a small accident. They don’t deserve to be punished over the briefest loss of focus.” 

I take his silence as an indicator that he is considering my words. His free hand finds my shoulder as he pulls me even closer to him by the fabric he’s gripping. “And if I were to revoke the threat of punishment?” His voice is the definition of temptation, low and promising and coddling me with its sinfulness. I still as Kirigan leans forward so that his lips are practically on my ear. “Then would you tell me? If I released you from the binds of your nobility?” My lips part but I have no words prepared. Before I can think of what to say, his lips graze the side of my jaw before his teeth nip at the end of my ear. “Tell me just to humor me.” 

The command doesn’t make sense to me, but from his lips it feels important. “You won’t hurt them for what happened?” 

His voice seems rougher than before, “Would that make a difference?” 

“It would make all the difference.” I don’t like the honesty of my words. 

Kirigan allows one hand to trail down my waist--a gesture I consider obscenely intimate when paired with the soft brush of his lips on my collar. “I already know who.” His voice is a dark hum. “I was always going to know one way or another--but it’s good to know you would have told me.”

My stomach lurches, dread pouring into me like tar. Before fear can force me to take action, Kirigan begins to leave open mouth kisses from the top of my jaw to the bottom of my neck, taking his time to assault any spot of skin with his tongue that he wants. This reminds me too much of earlier--touches meant to distract from pain with the use of pleasure. 

“Are you--” His mouth is now on my collar, threatening to destroy my question. “Are you going to hurt him?���

At that Kirigan straightens. The sudden lack of contact leaves me cold. I shouldn't be thinking of him. Of his touch. “I’m curious,” he draws out each syllable, delighting in my nerves, “Would you bear his punishment?” 

I’m not sure. I hate that. I haven’t known Arthur for that long, and while he’s kind, he also seems to see all women as replaceable. That isn’t reason for him to endure Kirigan’s punishment but I don’t know him well enough to just blindly agree to that. I loathe myself for not being noble enough to take Arthur’s punishment instantly. 

“What kind of punishment?” 

Kirigan’s expression twists into a greedy smile. He pushes me back easily, pressing me into the wall with more confidence than ever. I’m silent in my confusion until he presses himself against me and I feel something hard and bulging press into where I’m neediest. I stifle a gasp of surprise and something similar to pleasure. “I’m sure I could think of something for you.” I’d care more about my confusion if hot need wasn’t flooding my thoughts and my body with undeniable desperation. “I haven’t even spoken to him.” I exhale, untrusting relief desperate to escape me. Kirigan is quick to lean forward, lips brushing my ear as he prepares to whisper. “I’m more likely to harm him because he has your favor than anything else.”

Warmth burns my face. “He doesn’t--he’s not exactly the one that holds my favor.”

The heat of his breath adds to my burning as he presses his bulge into my core again. “And who does?” 

I’m not sure what he considers favor, but if it has anything to do with wanting he wins. But he can never know that. “There are some contenders, but no one yet.” 

His hand moves off my hip and nears my throat. “Would it be too bold to assume I’m on the short list?”

He’s two steps away from taking me in an open hallway, I doubt he finds much bold. “Do you want to be?” 

Kirigan’s hand tightens on my throat. “I’ve made it clear from the beginning what I want.” His words are lethal and each syllable has him restricting my airflow a little more. Something in me must be broken because my neediness only worsens. “I brought you here because I see all that you could be. Forget being a Saint, we could be gods.” The sentiment is so raw it’s almost harder to bear than his tight grip on my neck. He leans close again, his scent only adding to my budding lightheadedness. “Say the word, and I could have you praising me like I’m already a god.” My stomach knots in both nerves and insatiable hunger. “Though I’m the one that would be doing the worshipping.” 

My resolve is shattered, leaving me broken and twisting. He releases his hold on my neck in order to move his hand beneath my chin. There is nothing gentle about the way he jerks my head forward, forcing me to look into his eyes. Something about the look he gives me has me melting. His eyes are searching for something in me.

He must find whatever he’s looking for because I feel his touch against my heat, fingers pressing against fabric. I bite my lip on instinct, suppressing the sound of my undoing. Kirigan’s eyes never leave mine as the hand on my chin moves to brush against my bottom lip. 

“I can only give you what you want if you tell me what that is.” 

He exhales slowly, pressing his thumb against my lip downwards. My mouth parts on instinct, something that he takes well. His thumb enters my mouth slowly, taking in my reaction as I taste his skin on my tongue. Kirigan pulls his thumb away from my tongue slowly, a thin string of saliva connecting him to my mouth. With one swift tug, his free hand pulls the only fabric separating him from where I want him most down my thighs. His expression reveals nothing as his thumb, still wet with my saliva, is pressed against my core. His touch teases my clit, just barely brushing where I need him most. The whine that escapes me is so desperate I’m ashamed I can’t help it. 

“So wet already,” his appraisal is gentle, the praise whispered against my throat as his lips brush against my neck. “So wet, so needy that you’d let me take you in this hallway and I’ve hardly touched you.” His finger presses further into me. I let out another pathetic breath. “A pity, someone like you--so painfully under cared for.” I’m reduced to nothing by his words and touch. “What I’d give to undue you here, against the wall--I’d have you crying so loudly everyone would know that I’ve claimed you, that I’ve made you mine.” Before I can reflect on his words, he steps back, pulling my underwear back up as quickly as he yanked it down. 

I let out an instinctual whine. My hand moves to his arm, grabbing him like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth. “What--” 

Kirigan squeezes my hand, a predator’s smile on his lips. “I want to feel all of you,” his hand squeezes my hip, “I can’t exactly do that against a wall, dove of mine,” he leans forward, lips brushing against my jaw in a way that leaves me chilled and melting at the same time, “At least not the first time.” 

His whisper forces my breathing to hitch, a fact that he notices with an amused look as his thumb brushes against my collar. Kirigan pulls me away from the wall easily. Even the causal touch feels electric against my skin. 

The walk towards my room is tense, his hands never leaving me as if he’s aware of how necessary it is to keep me distracted to ward off my better sense. When we reach my door, Kirigan opens it like it’s his. Entitled. Typical. 

I step into the room, his touch lingering on my arm. A brief shyness pushes itself into my chest. I had let Kirigan touch me in a public space and lead me back to my room. The door closes. I don’t turn. 

Kirigan’s hand squeezes my shoulder. “Shy, now?” His question is teasing, rekindling the fire beneath my skin as he places an open mouth kiss on my neck. He plays with the thin strap of my nightgown, pushing it off my shoulder. He kisses down my neck, collarbone, and shoulder. My inhibitions are melted away again. “When your breathing stalls like that,” his whisper is enough to elicit a desperate shudder, “I am left desperate.” 

He leans forward, mouth trailing down my chest, coming dangerously close to my breasts. The electric current of his touch is all consuming and addicting. I press my back into his chest. His hands are the opposite of shy, touching me everywhere except where I’m most desperate. Kirigan’s hand places itself between my thighs, using his thumb to tease my entrance. I let out a needy sound. And then he retracts his hand, grabbing my shoulders and turning me in one swift motion. 

“Kirigan.” 

His eyes are dark, clouded by something I don’t understand but am too aware that I reciprocate. “Tell me that I have your favor.” His words are taut, bordering on snapping. Kirigan’s grip on me tightens hard enough to bruise, an assertive need taking over him. “That you want me.”

Desire, pride, and rationality twist in my stomach, leaving me too distracted to form words. My gaze drops to the ground on instinct, something Kirigan clearly finds unacceptable because he’s quick to grab my chin and force my eyes to meet his. 

I swallow once, courage withering beneath the look in his eyes. It’s as twisted as a spindling shadow, but the look is fierce admirational, appreciation so deep I could drown in it. It scares and consols me all at once. “I want you.” There’s something pained about such powerful emotion. I loathe and am empowered by it all at once. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.” The words leave my throat scorching with their sincerity. 

As soon as the words leave me, he’s closing the distance between us, the slightest exhale of tension leaving his lips before they meet mine, prepared to devour me. I reciprocate his actions on instinct alone. There is no hesitation, no space, and yet it is not enough. Not enough and yet I don’t know how to be closer. But Kirigan does. One of his hands cup my cheek, coaxing me towards him as if I could possibly have the will to leave him. He steps forward, guiding me to step back. I obey fluidly until I feel something hit the back of my legs. It’d startle me if I wasn’t so consumed by his touch.

His mouth begins to move away from my skin. I chase after him, desperate to keep him touching me. He stops me by placing a hand on my shoulder, a warning about my neediness. I pout, but as he studies me I pant. Maybe the excuse for air was a good idea. I don’t fight the uneasiness of my breathing as I hold Kirigan’s gaze. He regards me with a patience I consider unbearable, taking in the determined look in his eyes, my swollen lips, disheveled hair, and the top of my night gown that’s half falling off. 

It’s in this moment I realize how much more vulnerable than him I am. 

If Kirigan notices any shift in me, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he adjusts his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing the hot skin gently. “You are everything.” His voice is cracking glass. “Everything that’s good, at least.” 

Maybe he did notice my initial reaction because I am no longer certain that I am the one that’s most vulnerable. “You’re better than you think.” I only say this because it would only weigh on me more to stay silent. “I see it and you don’t want me to.” 

His hand continues to stroke my cheek. “I want you to see all of me.” The heavy beating of my heart seems to stall in my chest. Kirigan drops his hand before grasping the hem of my nightgown. He pulls the fabric upwards easily, bundling the fabric above my hip. “I want you to…” He exhales flatly, pulling the fabric upwards even more. Nerves flood my stomach as he leans towards me, kissing down my jaw. “To know me,” he whispers against my throat.

I am nothing but uneven breaths as he mouth moves down my chest, stalling only once he’s reached my breasts. He pushes me forward easily, guiding me so that I’m laying on my bed. He’s quick to move over me, kissing up my neck as he adjusts so that I’m against the headboard.

When he pulls away again, I’m left pouting. He grins, fueled by my disappointment. “Don’t worry,” he breathes, fingers hooking around the waistband of my underwear before tugging it down my legs easily, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.” 

Being so exposed has my doubts flooding back, but Kirigan is quick to fight against my instincts in a way only he seems capable of. He squeezes the inside of my upper thigh before leaning down, pressing his mouth onto the skin his fingers just touched. His kisses here are meant to leave me even more desperate, each nip and fleeting pass of his tongue is lazy yet intentional. I am incapable of doing else besides letting out pathetic whines. 

He ignores where I need him most, kissing up my thigh, across my lower stomach, and then down my other thigh. Kirigan continues the pattern across my skin, ignoring any pleas I swallow my pride to give. He is not rushed by my words or cries or the occasional desperate adjustment of my hips. 

Kirigan lifts his head slightly, releasing my inner thigh with an obscene ‘pop’. “Patience.” His fingers trail up my thigh and over my core, teasing my entrance with his lithe fingers. “Unless you’re ready to beg?” 

It’s a challenge, like everything else. The urge to give him my pride to satisfy the electric desire I’m not sure I’m capable of bearing. But then I note his tense hold on my thigh. A sign of restraint, of want. 

“And if I want you to beg for me?” I don’t know where the words come from, but they charge the room with potential. 

Something strange crosses his fingers before his lips tilt upwards in a dark way. “Would you like the strength of that? To have someone like me powerless before you?” My face warms. Kirigan leaves a lingering kiss on my thigh before he moves off the bed. I sigh at the loss of contact, but my tired neediness stalls at the sound of his belt coming undone. “I want to see you on your knees.” I sit up carelessly, desperate to obey him. I’m kneeling in front of him in an instant, taking in his length. The size of it has me gaping. “Open your mouth.” 

I take the order more eagerly than I should, but I make no move to take him. This is just another challenge. I keep my eyes on his as I stick my tongue out before licking the bottom of his member all the way up to his tip. The sound he lets out is pure sin. I lick his tip slowly, each motion of my tongue is strategic as I finally place him in my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, moving up and down slowly. 

The pace is not enough for him, he grips my hair from my scalp as he thrusts into my mouth. The motion is more powerful than I expected and I am left unable to breathe. My slight gag does the opposite of discourage him, he repeats the motion again and again, pushing himself into me until I can feel him in my throat. 

The sounds he lets out are a chorus to me, but it’s not enough. I need more control, I need a way to make him beg. I raise a hand, wrapping it around the base that I cannot fit into my mouth. I stroke him once slowly, making a point as I try to push myself back in order to make him want me more. 

He groans again. I make a point of pushing myself off of him. Precum protrudes his tip. I lick it off of him slowly. I lick up and down his member in the smallest way possible. 

“Y/n,” the restraint in his voice fuels my teasing, “Tease me and you’ll still be overwhelmed by want when the sun rises.” 

A pout tugs at my lips before I open my mouth again, taking Kirigan to my limit. He lets me set the pace of my bobs at first, but then he becomes desperate, holding me in place by the roots of my hair as he moans and thrusts into me without restraint. He ignores my choking as he continues until he throws his head back, letting out a quick praise of my name.

He finishes in my mouth and I swallow all he offers me greedly. I back off my knees slowly, throat burning as his member leaves my mouth. “On the bed.” He’s turned into something insatiable. “Now.” 

I move back to my bed, laying in the same position as before. He takes his time approaching me. When he finally gets to me, he kisses my thighs easily. I let out a small breath before something that’s pure pleasure meets my core. His tongue laps upwards lazily, grazing my clit but not quite touching it.  My hips thrust towards his face, but with hand he holds me down. A coil in my stomach continues to build as he angles himself more purposefully, tongue finally taking care of my clit. My gasps become less and less reasonable as he continues to lap at all that my body has to offer. The coil tightens, I see stars--and then, like cruelty personified, he pulls away. His absence leaves me ready to cry out. 

My desperation only fuels Kirigan as he lines himself with my entrance. Concern twists my stomach as I consider how full my mouth felt when he was in me. I expect some level of warning, but he thrusts into me with no warning. I let out a pathetic cry, but that means nothing to him as he pulls out just to thrust into me with full force again.

“Only I can hurt you,” he demands, thrusting into me as I call out his name. My eyes water at the sensation of such fullness, pleasure and pain combining themselves in a way that leaves me incapable of thought. “Your tears,” he muses, one hand moving to wipe at a tear rolling down my cheek, “Are mine.” 

His thrusts become more and more brutal, less and less even. Each movement of his body in mine leaves me begging for more and less at the same time. He continues until the coil in my stomach tenses to the point of breaking. 

“Kirigan,” I manage, voice far away, “I’m going t--”

“I know,” he offers, “finish with me, dove.” His hand finds my throat, adding the slightest bit of restrained pressure. “And do not hold in your cries.” 

Two more sharp thrusts have us both finishing, calling out for each other as we try to draw out the high of our orgasms together. 

We stay intertwined like that for longer than we should, but then Kirigan stands. I envy his ability to do so. I don’t call for him even though I still don’t want to be alone here. A moment later, I hear him approach. I’m too drowsy to ask what he’s doing as a damp towel is wiped against my forehead and inner thighs. 

When he’s finished cleaning me, some raw emotion settles in my chest. “Are you leaving?” 

Kirigan hesitates. “Not if you don’t want me to.” 

I roll over, the motion leaves my body aching. Kirigan accepts my invitation, crawling beneath my sheets and adjusting our bodies so that he can rest his hand on my back. 

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[cherryyharryy]

please write something about Harry overhearing the reader’s friend tell her that Harry doesn’t spend time with her that she deserves someone better they hang up b4 the reader can say anything like angst to fluff

Thank you for requesting!

This is 80's harry lol

WC: 2.4K

Harry pauses the music on his Walkman, slipping the headphones off his ears to rest around his neck while he fiddles with the key to his apartment.

She had spent the night—his angel. It had been quite the set up, since she still lives at home with her parents while finishing college, a little white lie was passed around to cover her absence. Harry wasn’t a secret by any means, but her parents weren’t the most open minded, and a small fib was easier to handle than trying to rehash the same discussion of y/n being a grown woman. It was hard enough for her to get their approval for college...one mountain at a time.

Harry’s ears burn as he sets the groceries down in the kitchen, the thought of her still tangled up in his sheets beckoning him back to his room, is enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t catch himself zoning out until the phone rings. He untangles his music off his shoulders and yanks the phone off the wall, but y/n has beat him to it, her soft morning voice greeting Caroline before Harry can utter a word.

His brain is too slow in making the connection that he should hang up. That he shouldn’t eavesdrop on his girlfriend’s private conversation. That he owes her the respect that her parents never give her. But he hears his name, specifically, he hears Caroline ask y/n how last night was, so the phone stays glued to his ear.

“Amazing,” she purrs, and Harry’s stomach flips. “We did it like, three times.”

The girls giggle, and Harry shuffles on his feet with a veiny blush spreading all over his body. He can imagine y/n draped in his sheets, phone cord wrapped around her fingers, just a few steps away from him

“Better be nothing short of amazing,” Caroline says, “with what little time he gives you anyway. Ugh, if Tony ever left me hanging as often as Harry, I’d dump him so fast.” She smacks her gum into the phone and Harry flinches. “He tried to ditch me one time to go see Scarface with Rob, and I was like, hell no, you’re taking me skating like you promised. Honestly y/n, you can do better. You’re surrounded by college boys, go find a future doctor.”

The phone almost slips from Harry’s hand, but he catches it and hangs it back on the wall, just in time for his entire world to start crumbling to his feet.

Did he really not spend enough time with y/n?

How long has this been a topic shared between them?

And why hasn’t she said anything before?

Harry stands in the middle of his kitchen, immobilized. He can’t lose her, especially not to something he can fix. She’s been his girl since they were sixteen, there’s too much history between them, or so he thought.

He files through the memories he has of them together, trying to quantify them, trying to see where he started slipping.

Maybe it’s when he took over his dad’s business? But she knew how demanding it would be, and always supported him. Or maybe it’s because they don’t go out as much? Between him managing an appliance store, and her working towards a bachelors, they often opt for nights on the couch watching SNL reruns.

His mind is foggy, and he doesn’t catch his bedroom door creaking open.

“H?”

Harry startles back to present, gripping the counter as y/n emerges from his room wearing nothing but his t-shirt.

“You okay? Look like a deer caught in headlights.”

“Mm, no, fine.”

“I heard you come in a bit ago.” She flicks her eyes over his kitchen, looking for the breakfast he had promised to make almost an hour ago.

“Didn’t want to be too loud.”

“Oh, alright.” She smiles, attempting to diffuse whatever awkward tension has settled in his home. “Well, cook away! I can help too.”

He grabs her wrist before she reaches the fridge. “No, I’ll make it for you. Go back to bed.”

“You sure?”

He nods, forcing a smile.

She peers back over her shoulder twice on her walk back to his room, hoping to figure out what’s going on, but learns nothing.

As soon as his door shuts, Harry flies around his kitchen, grabbing what he needs to make the fastest breakfast in the world.

He’s going to spend every free second he has with her, and doesn’t want to waste any if he doesn’t have to.

***

Harry knows he’s borderline annoying. And he knows his actions are beginning to appear creepy, if not bizarre. He tags along with y/n everywhere she goes now, even at the doctor where he almost followed her back to her exam. She gently placed her hands on his chest and told him that she would rather the doctor do the job, promising she’d be out in no time.

She’s been tiptoeing around him too, not sure what to make of his new routine of gluing himself to her side, hoping it will wear off and things will go back to normal.

But she waits and she waits, and normal never resurfaces.

“H, baby, I can’t concentrate with you so close to me.”

Harry looks offended, slipping his reading glasses off his nose and closing the book he was halfway through, giving her his full attention when he asks what she means.

Y/n peers around the library, not wanting to have this discussion so publicly, but too keyed up to wait any longer. “I’ve just noticed that you’ve...been a little clingy lately? More like a lot.”

“I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

“You’re picking me up, and walking me to my classes—”

“Thought that was nice?”

“You don’t even go to this school. Listen, the sentiment is nice, but I’m starting to feel a little suffocated.”

Harry bites his cheek so hard he draws blood. “And what did Caroline have to say about that?”

“What?”

“I’m sure that nosy friend of yours had a lot to say about me when you brought this up.”

“Excuse me!”

“Quiet, please,” one of the staff members shushes y/n, “Or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Y/n ignores the snickers from a table of girls nearby, recoiling her embarrassment and turning it to anger. Her voice, although lowered, now drags out of her mouth in sharp tones. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I heard everything, that morning Caroline called my phone to talk to you about how crummy of a boyfriend I am.”

That morning, now a month ago, is hardly a memory in y/n’s head. She fights around for details of the conversation, but comes up empty handed. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about, and frankly, I don’t care.” She starts closing all her books and gathering her school work to shove into her bag.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

Harry blinks, fumbling for his next question as y/n hurries across the library. He’s quick to catch up with her, waiting until they’re outside where they don’t have to whisper. “Don’t walk, I have my car.”

He reaches for her shoulder but she shrugs it off. “I’m going home. My home, not yours.”

Harry freezes on the sidewalk. She continues on her way until she disappears around the building. A few students yell out at Harry, making fun of the guy who, from a distance, just got rejected. He flips them off and heads to his car, beating the steering wheel all the way back to his apartment.

***

“You’ve been studying an awful lot lately,” y/n’s dad comments from across the dinner table. “Do you have a big test coming up?”

“Hm?”

“You spend the night with Rayna almost every weekend.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. We have a lot of tests.” Y/n spoons a bite of mashed potatoes into her mouth, thankful neither of her parents went to college. It’s allowed for more stretched lies when she sleeps over at Harry’s. “Like a lot. Every week.”

Her mother hums from her seat, nodding to save her spot in the conversation while she finishes chewing. “We told you how hard it would be. But you wouldn’t listen.”

“That’s not—” “Shelly’s daughter just got a job as a receptionist, over at that dental office by the mattress store.” Her dad points at y/n with his fork. “You could ask her if she knows of any other places looking for a girl.”

“I’m not going to have a job where the requirement is girl.”

“You’re taking this too liberally, dear. Oh Lord, John, that school did just what you said.”

“No—”

“That’s what happens, girls go off to try and get a degree...and what for? What are you going to do when you get married and have kids?”

“Kids!?”

Her mom scoffs. “Well you’re not going to be able to raise children and work.”

“Are you two serious right now? It’s 1985, not fifty-five! Women go to college, they work, some of them don’t even get married! Or have kids!”

“When you were little you couldn’t wait to be a mom. Now all of a sudden you’ve changed your mind. That never would have happened if we hadn’t let you go off to that damn school.”

“Yes I’ve changed my mind! If it hadn’t been for that school, I never would have realized that it’s my own mind to change. It’s my own life to do whatever I want with, not yours.”

“Well I am—” Her dad is interrupted by the door bell echoing outside the kitchen. “One minute. We’re not done with this yet.”

Muffled voices stagger from the front door while y/n pushes the food around her plate. She hopes that whoever is at the door keeps her dad busy for a while. She knows her mom won’t have these types of conversations without him, which just showcases the lifestyle she is adamantly trying to avoid. One that was passed down to her parents, but y/n is determined to squeeze herself out of that narrative no matter what.

“Y/n!” her dad calls, “you have a visitor.”

Y/n peers up at her mom, both women exchanging confused glances before they go see who had arrived.

“Oh,” y/n says dully, “It’s you.”

Harry stands with his hands shoved into jacket pockets, peering at each family member before speaking. “Hey, uh, I was hoping we could talk. Privately.”

Y/n nods, and leads the way back through the kitchen to the back porch. She’s not really in the mood to be talking to him, or having this conversation, but right now he’s a free ticket away from her parents, so she accepts.

They sit halfway down the steps, just like they’ve done a thousand times before. Her on the right, him on the left. Usually his arm is thrown over her shoulder, and their knees bump together until Harry pulls her in so close that not even a breeze could fit between them, but now they’re both collected on their respective sides of the wooden step.

“Heard the new Prince song?”

Y/n rolls her eyes. “It’s been a week.”

“Exactly, a lot’s happened in a week. Prince came out with a new song, Michael Jordan’s rookie of the year, and there’s gonna be a Rocky four.”

“Did you come over to talk about everyone else’s good news?”

Harry sighs. “We’ve never gone a week without talking. Ever.”

“Well you really hurt my feelings.” She turns to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. “I mean, you don’t even trust me, so you listen in on my phone calls—”

“That’s not—no. I picked up when you did.”

“But you still listened.”

“Okay yeah, but only because I heard my name.” He shrugs, a timid smile playing on his lips. “Wanted to hear what you thought about me.”

“I tell you what I think all the time. I’ve never kept my feelings secret from you.”

“It’s different.” He pulls his hands from his pockets and runs them through his hair, tugging on fistfuls of curls out of frustration. “But then when Caroline said all that, ‘bout me not spending enough time with you, it killed me.”

“That’s what this is about,” she sighs, more to herself than to Harry as the memory of that morning resurfaces in her mind. “You dork, what about what I said back?”

“I hung up. Didn’t wanna hear anything else after that.”

“I told her how wrong she was. How we spend lots of time together.”

“You did?”

“Mhm. She’s always bragging about her and Tony, like they’re the first two people to date ever. I totally rubbed our relationship in her face.”

Harry’s surprised by the gleam on his girlfriend’s face, and tries not to laugh. “What else did you tell her?”

“I dunno.” She shrugs, suddenly shy. “Can’t remember.”

“How convenient.” He nudges her knee with his, and she bumps him back.

Y/n exhales, dipping her head back to squint at the stars peeking out from a cloudy night. “My parents are driving me crazy.”

“They always drive you crazy.”

“Yeah but, more than usual. I got spoiled staying with you on the weekends.”

Harry hums, reaching his arm over to pull her into his side. “Maybe it shouldn’t just be weekends…”

“They would know something’s up if I stayed over on weeknights.”

“No, baby, I mean permanently.”

“Like moving in together?”

“Why not?”

She chews on her lip, trying to keep her smile hidden. “I don’t know...that’s a big deal. It’s a big step.”

“We can think about it. No rush.”

“It would be nice. To see each other whenever we wanted.”

Harry tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Wouldn’t have to ask your parents permission for anything.”

“Yeah…”

“Just me.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, angel.” He kisses her forehead and takes her hand, helping her up.

Y/n’s parents are in the living room when the two are back in the house, and just the thought of continuing her evening here lights a fire under y/n.

“I’m going over to Harry’s,” she announces.

Harry drops her hand, just as surprised as her parents.

“Excuse me?” Her father turns the t.v. off and straightens in his chair. “I don’t think so.”

“Well I think so,” y/n defends. “Come on, Harry.” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door.

“Harry!” Her mother protests.

He looks over his shoulder just as he’s being led out the door. “Oh, you can call me Rayna.”

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ|| (ANON) SMUT- Peter Parker x reader, he comes home late from a mission in his uniform and they either have sex because the reader wants him to use all of his power, or they have “ I’m sorry I’m late” sex, but overall the reader is seduced by his spider suit ❤️🖤

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs|| smutttt 18+ minors dni, it’s a little crazy, rough shower sex of which i don’t condone because your ass could fall and die lol but this is fanfiction so… also tiny bit of fluff that’s kinda it

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs|| i had a vision with the late concept lmaoooo so here ya go lolz

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“Where are you?”

“Sorry I know I'm supposed to be there right now, but these assholes starting robbing Mr. Delmar and I couldn’t let that slide, you know how it is, babe,” Peter said through the phone, or his suit really.

“I know but you promised you were gonna be on time this time,” you whined.

“I know and I promise I’ll- Shit!”

“Are you ok?” you asked quickly.

“Yeah, I’m good, Haha! These guys kinda suck,” he chuckled.

“Anyways, I promise I’ll be there in a bit; and I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he told you.

“Ok fine, my window’s unlocked,” you told him unenthusiastically.

“I love you!”

“What the fuck?” you heard a muffled voice in the background.

“Not you asshole!” you giggled before hanging up the phone.

You turned on your TV and just waited for Peter. Your roommate was out of town for spring break and you asked Peter if he wanted to spend the week with you. He said yes but he still had to pratol at night and report to Happy. He’s been coming back home too late and you made him promise to come home before; you felt like a strict mother and it was weird.

You looked at the time again at almost ten, you rolled your eyes and continued watching the screen mindlessly. It wasn’t until around ten thirty that Peter busted through the window startling you.

“Holy shit!” you shrieked.

“I’m here! I’m so sorry, baby,” he cringed at the cold look you gave him.

“You suck,” you simply said before heading to the bathroom.

“Come on, princess. I had to fight bad guys!” he wrapped his arm around you. You pushed his hand away trying your hardest to not laugh or smirk.

“Babe, please? Talk to me,” he pouted.

You turned on the water to take a shower. You stripped extra slowly just to tease him hearing him groan under his breath. You stepped in the foggy glass shower giggling quietly when you heard shuffling and grunts, things falling all over the place.

Peter easily slipped his body against yours, wrapping his arms around your naked body and his head buried in your neck. He kissed your neck hoping to pull the usual giggle from you but no, nothing. He peered his head around to look at your face and pouted when held your stoic expression.

“Baby,” he whined.

“Hm?” you pretended to hardly hear him.

“I promised to make it up to you and you’re not letting me,” he pouted.

“No, you promised to come home on time,” you argued.

“But I was fighting bad guys!” he whined

“And I’m taking a shower,” you smirked.

Peter let out a long whine and you grinned devilishly not budging. His hands roamed your body and it was getting harder and harder to resist his advances. You grabbed the body wash but Peter snatched from your hand squirting some soap on the washcloth and slowly rubbing it over your skin. He was teasing you now. He ran soap along his finger before brushing over your core making you shudder.

“I wanna make you feel good, princess,” he whispered huskily in your ear.

“Peter,” you whimpered.

“You gonna let me make it up to you?” he bit your ear softly.

“Fuck,” you felt Peter finger stroking your folds again; his thumb grazing your clit making your body jolt.

Peter’s lips continued softly pressing against your neck and you could feel his dick harden and poke your bottom. He grabbed your hips and spun you around; you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re so pretty.”

“You're compliments aren’t going to save your ass, I’m still mad that you came so late.”

“Are you gonna let me make it up?”

“How exactly are you going to make it up?” you teased.

“I have a few things in mind.”

He pressed you back against the cold tiled wall and fell to his knees peppering kisses as he did. He lifted your leg and hiked it over his shoulder before pressing his warm and wet tongue flat against your pussy.

You reached down and brushed the wet hairs that stuck to his forehead before combing them back. He peered up at you with his big innocent brown eyes and you moaned with your bottom lip between your teeth. Your chest moved rapidly up and down as Peter’s tongue moved faster against you.

Every flick over your clit brought you closer to your high and your legs were beginning to tremble. Peter gripped the back of your thighs hard surely to leave marks, holding you steady so you wouldn’t collapse on him. He dipped his tongue past your entrance and you gasped at the feeling of his tongue swirling inside you.

“Aw, shit,” you moaned, hitting your head on the wall as you threw your head back.

“Taste so fucking good, baby girl. Fucking delicious,” Peter said dipping his fingers inside you before thrusting them in and out of you quickly.

“Oh, fucking shit, Peter!” you moaned, tightening your stomach as you breached your release.

“You gonna come? Come all over my fingers like a fucking whore?” his words made you gasp as you never actually heard such filth come from Peter, especially during sex; but you’d be a liar if it hadn’t made your knees buckle.

“Shit!” you trembled gripping tightly onto Peter’s hair pulling a moan that drove you over the edge.

Peter leaned forward, lapping up all that you released on his hand. He pulled his fingers out before standing up and sucking on them as he stared directly into your eyes. You bit your lip watching him suck his fingers clean. When he released them with a lewd pop, you grabbed the back of his neck, crashing your lips bruisingly with his tasting yourself on his tongue.

He moaned deeply and it was music to your ears. He had his hand next to your head and you gripped onto it when you felt his aching erection poking between your thighs. You reached down with your other hand and stroked him softly emitting a pleasurable grunt from him.

He grabbed the backs of your thighs whispering, Jump, in your ear. He pressed his body flushed against yours to hold you up your perked nipples pressing against his chest making Peter shudder. He lined his thick cock pushing slowly past your fold stretching you out perfectly just the way you like it.

“So fucking tight, princess,” he mumbled in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Pete,” you whimpered.

“Nu-uh, you’re gonna hold it until I’m ready, got it?”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Be a good girl and listen to daddy.” This new side was very appealing to you.

“Fuck I can feel you so deep,” you cupped his face. You and Peter only ever really had sex in missionary; ocasionally you rode him but it wasn’t often. Having him rut into you like this, he was hitting deep inside you that no one has ever reached before. It felt so good, you weren’t going to last until he was ready.

“Ugh, daddy! Daddy please let me cum!” you whined.

“Just wait,” he grunted, rutting his hips faster and harder into you making your squeak.

“Fucking desperate little whore. Practically begging daddy to let you come,” Peter wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed the sides lightly.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out; eyes rolling back and your mouth dropping open. Your walls began clenching tightly around Peter’s cock and his hips suddenly bucked into you when you did.

“Fuck, do that again, princess,” he growled.

You clenched again hearing Peter’s satisfying moan. He was chasing his orgasm; his hips moving wildly, animalistically. You whimpered and tears brimmed your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure that coated your body.

“You ready baby?” he whispered against your lips.

“Fuck yes!” you cried.

“Come, baby. Come all my cock,” he reached his fingers to rub your clit harshly and it drove you over the edge. Your body tightened and shook as you came with a scream. Peter released his hold on your neck and buried his face in your neck.

You two steady yourselves for a minute before Peter slowly and carefully set you back to the ground. When you did, your knees wobbled and you gripped onto Peter to stabilize yourself. He chuckled, holding you closely before pressing faint kisses to your still wet skin. He grabbed the wash cloth once again and quickly cleaned you up before cleaning himself.

The water was extremely cold now and you trembled terribly. He turned the water off and grabbed a warm and fluffy towel wrapping it around you tightly. He lifted you bridal style and carried you to the bedroom placing you gently on the bed.

He grabbed some clothes for you to wear to sleep; pressing kisses along your legs as he pulled your clean panties and pajama bottoms up your legs. Light feathery kisses littered your belly and chest as he pulled a shirt over your head.

You smiled softly at him pecking his lips quickly before crawling under the sheets. Peter threw on some sweats and crawled into the bed with you pulling close to his side. You rested your head on his shoulder looking lovingly up at him and your hands on his bare chest.

“I like that side of you. Daddy,” you teased.

“I don't know what came over me. Sorry if I was too rough,” he said shyly.

“No it was perfect. I didn’t know you had that in you. We should do that more often,” you brushed your leg up his suggestively.

“Really?”

“Mh-hm,” you nodded with a grin on your face.

“Maybe we should,” he kissed your nose. There was a quick moment of silence that settled over you peacefully, your heavy eyes closing ready to fall asleep before you spoke up again.

“I’m still upset that you were late,” you whispered.

“Dammit,” Peter grunted.

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[whirlwindimagines]

I'm shy asking about this because I love the scene were the love one tries to revive their other half like with cpr

So...*aehm*

Wolfwood doing cpr ...on y/n who saved them under water by giving their air to wolfwood but drowning in the process? And wolfwood takes them out of the water and tells Vash,meryl and Roberto to give him space to proceed with the cpr?

Since y/n are wolfwood lover can u do it like ..wolfwood saying,while he's doing it,to wake up and breathe and all, meanwhile the others are watching with a sore expression like pain or something? And Vash tells them to stop because y/n is..gone and wolfwood just cries holding their body....

But y/n suddenly gasp,hitting their head on wolfwood's nose, and cough up all the water(this will be fun:)

U can decline this if it's not your comfort

Thanks in advance stay hydrated and relaxed buddy! ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍

Wolfwood simp forever!! I will always live and support for the deranged priest!✝️✝️✝️

I'm not super familiar with Triguns planet and if there are even bodies of water, but we're just going to stretch the imagination here! But thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy it! I doubt this is realistic lol

Edit: UGH THOUGHT OF A BETTER TITLE

‘Last breath, first kiss’ 

Nicholas D. Wolfwood x Reader

Wolfwood was right, instinct was going to get you killed. You never thought before jumping into action, it's why you and Vash got along like a house on fire and it's why you were making Wolfwood turn gray early. You don't even know how you all ended up here, the gunfight led into the building where they kept the plants. Vash insisted he had to protect them, running head first into the gunfight, which meant you followed in without thought and that caused a reluctant Wolfwood to follow after the two of you. 

You lost sight of Vash; you were sure he was fine while Wolfwood stuck to you like glue. You rushed up a catwalk, Wolfwood right behind you. The catwalk shook for a moment, but it would hold. Looking over the railing you spotted the pool of water below, the blue so bright. You were mesmerized, by the sight. 

You were startled as Wolfwood dragged you behind some containers, you gave him an easygoing grin. You turned aiming and shooting your own gun when needed, Wolfwood settling at your side holding his giant machine gun to him. “We should have ditched you on the side of the road. We didn't need two suicidal idiots” He grumbled out, you rolled your eyes playfully, blowing the man a kiss. “You’d be bored without me lover boy.” 

Wolfwood let out a scoff aiming his weapon and firing, the catwalk shook again. You ducked behind the container when something landed on the ground between the two of you. You looked at the object and then at Wolfwood in horror, his expression mirrored yours. You moved diving out of the way, praying that Wolfwood did the same as the grenade exploded. 

The catwalk dropped, and you hit the water hard. It made you gasp, water rushing into your lungs forcing your way to the surface you gasped coughing and looking around frantically. Had Wolfwood gone in the water as well? You looked up the whole catwalk was gone. “Wolfwood!” you called frantically, someone called your name, and you turned wading in the water. It was Vash standing on the edge of the container of water, no Wolfwood beside him. 

You ignored Vash, “Nicholas!” you tired out again, panic filling your voice. Without thinking you dove down, forcing your eyes open and frantically looking around. By luck you spotted him, trapped under the debris of the catwalk. You swam to the surface quickly, taking in as much air as you could before diving down again. 

You managed to reach Wolfwood, he was pinned. You tried not to think how long he was down here, adrenaline raced through your veins as you grabbed Wolfwood trying to pull him out. You were running out of air, you stopped thinking while you moved toward him. Pressing your lips to Wolfwoods, you breathed into the rest of the air you had. You watched as Wolfwood opened his eyes startled.

As quickly as you could you yanked him free, you had no air your mouth opened involuntarily and water rushed into your lungs. Panic set in, you could feel Wolfwoods arms around you, but you were blacking out. Your gaze closed in on Nichola’s frantic eyes, before nothing. 

Wolfwood had dragged you to the surface, holding you close to him. He dragged you to the edge of the container, shoving you up toward Vash’s waiting hands. Wolfwood grabbed the edge pulling himself up, as Vash laid you down gently on your back. Wolfwood shoved Vash out of the way, placing his hands together to start chest compressions.

“Come on you idiot!” His tone was aggressive, but Wolfwood was panicking tipping your head back to begin CPR as well. Still nothing, you weren't breathing. He didn't even know what he was saying, just begging at this point for you to just breathe. 

Too much time was passing, Vash carefully placed his metal on Wolfwoods shoulder. The undertaker brushed him off ignoring him, and Vash’s grip tightened. “Enough Wolfwood.” his tone was quiet and sad, it just pissed Wolfwood off even more. Wolfwood stopped, he barely heard Meryl’s soft voice tell Vash to back off, he didn't even know when the two reporters had gotten here. 

Gathering you into his arms, he holds you close forcing the tears back. This is why he didn't get attached, but you had wormed your way into his heart so deep it had scared him. But this is what he feared more; losing you, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore as he cried. 

You gasped rearing forward and fully knocking your head right into Wolfwoods nose, hard enough for him to see stars. He dropped you, but it didn't matter when you leaned over and threw up some water. Gasping for air, you spotted Wolfwood holding his nose and looking at you in shock. “Hey if something happened it's a good thing, we got an undertaker right.” 

He didn't laugh lunging forward to grab you and shake you by the shoulders, “You fucking idiot, always jumping in with no thought.” He kept yelling at you, but you only smiled at him letting him get it all out. You didn't point out how red his eyes were, or that his hands were shaking. Instead throwing your arms around his neck to hug him. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you, “I need a smoke.” he said tone defeated.  

You pulled back, moving your hands to cup his face. “So do I.” with a soft smile, you leaned him giving him a kiss. You may joke in the face of death, but you were scared and Wolfwood had saved you. The two of you would be just fine.

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