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runningfrom2am · 3 months

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cold nights // part nineteen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: i'm sorry it took me so long to post this omg i am behind on writing bc i'm so sick but i'm also trying to get ahead on requiem BUT-

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Coryo smiles as you run up ahead of him, picking up his pace slightly and dropping his bag next to yours.

Some of the others are already stripped down to their bathing suits and running down the dock. It is beautiful here, not that he ever doubted you.

He watches as you peel off your dress, another short one similar to the one you had worn for most of the time he'd known you. This one wasn't sewn in at the middle, so you can slip it quickly over your head. Your bathing suit must have been homemade, too, and it allowed him to see how the bruises and scratches on your back were all but healed while you toss your dress to the ground. He notices quickly that it was exactly the same as Lucy Gray's, maybe your mother had made you matching ones. That's so sweet.

Your skin looked so beautifully soft- just like it should have the first time he saw it, spare for the scars on your calf and your arm, it was just what he imagined.

You kick your shoes off, and the wood of the dock is hot against your bare feet as you run down to the end, diving head-first off to the side to avoid jumping right onto any of your friends.

It seemed to Coryo that you weren't afraid anymore as you briefly looked back at him while you were running. The excited scream you let out when you lept from the dock made his heart flutter. This is exactly what he had wanted, from the very beginning.

When Coryo jumps in behind you, you can hear his shout and feel the water shift around you as his body breaks the surface. You turn under the water, its clarity allowing you to see where everyone is. You loved this. The memories of this lake kept you safe, almost. You can hear muffled laughter above the water, deciding to take your time before coming up for air. You didn't need it just yet.

You swim away from everyone deep under the surface, scanning the lake floor for anything interesting. Really, it was just sticks and rocks and mud, but one day you may find something else exciting, but not today.

"Where is she going?" Coryo comments, watching your body as you kick away deeper under the water.

"Wherever she wants." Lennox answers plainly, treading water as he stares at him.

"She's looking for secrets." Maude Ivory giggles, splashing him in the face. At least she gave him somewhat of an answer.

He quickly lifts an arm to block the wave, but it fails miserably. "What kind of secrets will she find at the bottom of the lake?" He coughs out, wiping the water from his eyes.

"Once we found a watch." Lucy Gray shrugs, looking from him to you. "Which is odd because we didn't know anyone else knew about this place. The secrets are what happens when we aren't here."

You hardly noticed the lack of oxygen until it almost felt too late, quickly swimming up and pushing your hair out of your face so you don't inhale it by mistake.

"Anything good today?" Lucy Gray shouts over to you as soon as she's noticed you've come up.

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so!" You pant, pushing yourself through the water back toward her.

"So, that's a no?" Sejanus asks and you laugh, shaking your head.

"Just rocks and sticks." You explain, joining them again and bumping shoulders with Lucy Gray. "Some weeds, if that's your fancy."

"Oh, yes, that's right up my alley." Sejanus chuckles, cupping his hands to block out the glare of the sun as he looks down into the water anyway.

"I've never been to a lake before," Coryo says, breathing heavily as the waves from the kids splashing keep coming up too close to his face.

"What? Really?" Lucy Gray and Sejanus ask in unison, and you smile at him.

He nods, eyes locking with yours. You feel the need to say something. "Is it everything you dreamt of?" You ask.

"Just about." He grins.

"Oh? What's missing?" You giggle.

Oh, only being able to hold you without retraumatizing you.

"It's not that anything is missing," He comes up with as an excuse. "There's just more birds than I expected."

"Oh, yeah. They like it out here." You hum, looking up at the trees while Lucy Gray whistles out a tune for them to mimic. You smile. "Why, you don't like birds either?"

"Never been the biggest fan, no." He chuckles.

The birds echo her song back to you repeatedly. Coryo turns around to watch as if there was anything to see besides these black birds flitting around the trees and above the cabin. "What kind of birds are they?" He asks. "I've never seen that before."

"We call 'em Mockingjays." Lucy Gray tells him.

"'Cause they'll mock ya if you mess up the song!" Clerk Carmine jumps in, climbing onto Lucy Gray's back under the water.

"Oh, I wouldn't know." Your friend teases him, gripping tight onto the boy's legs as he starts to shout. He knows what's about to happen, and clearly you do too as Coryo watches you and your brother quickly swim out of their reach and closer to him.

You laugh, watching as Lucy Gray takes a big dramatic breath in and sinks under the surface of the water, pulling CC down with her as he screams and splashes.

The sun dried you quickly after you decided you had had enough of the water, climbing back out onto the dock and deciding to just lay your blanket there to dry off on while you took the book and snacks from your bag.

Coryo had been sitting with Lucy Gray and Sejanus, but they were just talking to each other more than him. Not that he could have paid much attention. He was just watching you.

"Can I go talk to her?" He asks with little regard for the conversation that he was interrupting.

They both look over at him. "I mean, you could try. Would that be okay?" Sejanus answers, looking to Lucy Gray for confirmation.

"No. Let her have her peace and quiet." Lennox interrupts as he walks back up in front of them, pulling his shirt back onto his now fully dried skin.

Lucy Gray sighs."Just... Don't be stupid." She advises Coryo, nodding him on. "Len, we'll be right here."

Your brother shakes his head slightly, glaring between the three of them with nothing short of adamant disapproval.

Coryo nods slightly, taking the preferable answer by getting up and heading back down onto the dock.

Lennox looks back over his shoulder to where he just was with Maude Ivory looking for katniss, before taking Coryo's spot on the deck.

"Did she not tell you anything about him?" Lennox mumbles to Lucy Gray, eyes locked on his sister and her 'friend' as he stands over her. "No, she must have- because you were at The Hob last week. You saw it."

"I saw a girl with a lot of unresolved trauma have an episode." Lucy Gray explains, watching Lennox take Coryo's spot next to her. "He made a mistake, but he wouldn't ever hurt her."

Your brother opens his mouth to argue, but Sejanus interrupts. "I know it isn't my place, but Lucy Gray is right. He would sooner die than hurt her."

"Okay, well, explain how he's sitting right next to her when he's already hurt her so bad she may never recover!" Lennox whispers, gesturing to the dock as if they couldn't already see you there.

"I'm not defending anything he's done. That's not what I meant." Sejanus explains. "I just mean he would never do it on purpose."

"Accidents are clearly bad enough."

"Len, he just wants to make amends now." Lucy Gray insists. "And she wants that. I know she does, she's really trying."

"Listen, if it helps..." Sejanus starts, looking back out at you and Coryo on the dock. He can tell how nervous his friend is, watching you intently as he picks at the wood finish beneath him and listening to you talk. "He really loves her. I know it's not my place to tell you that, but it was bad when she was gone. He hardly spoke a word to anyone, he wouldn't put her book down- it was really hard on him. We weren't sure if she had been executed for cheating, and it was killing him to be left in the dark."

"That's not love, that's guilt." Lennox mutters, watching you closely.

"What's the difference between love and guilt?" Lucy Gray asks him rhetorically. "He wouldn't feel guilty if he didn't care."

"The difference is he wouldn't have come here and made the same mistake again."

Lucy Gray bites into her lip, slightly shaking her head. That was an honestly good point.

"I was in the arena, too. I saw what he did." Sejanus says after a moment. "He saved my life, it was my fault. It was shocking... you know, the overkill, but I can't say for certain I wouldn't have done the same thing. We were both pumped so full of adrenaline that I truly believe that's what it was." He explains. "I mean, I was behind him, so I don't know what she saw- but it looked like adrenaline to me."

"How do you think she felt?" Lennox asks, eyes wide. "She was in there for three days! You and him were there for what, ten minutes?"

"Wait..." Lucy Gray backpedals, looking at Sejanus. "Sejanus, what do you mean you thought he was executed for cheating? Like, in the games?"

Sejanus swallows, nodding. He looks over at you but quickly looks away. "Yeah, uh... Coryo told me that she used rat poison to kill two of the others. And he did something to keep the snakes from biting her, but I don't think he was caught for that."

Your brother and best friend look at each other like they'd just seen a ghost before their eyes simultaneously track to you. You were laughing.

"She didn't... She didn't tell me that." Lucy Gray says quietly. "Did you know, Len?"

"No."

"That doesn't surprise me." Sejanus shrugs and they both look at him, shocked and confused. "Well, she doesn't know either. I don't think, definitely not about the snakes, but she told the Dean it was salt. That I gave her." He laughs slightly at the end, but they don't find it funny. "By the time she left, she was fully delusional about it. She knew what it was, Coryo gave it to her to protect herself because he needed her to win. She was really upset by the insinuation that it, in fact, was not salt."

Lucy Gray and Lennox look at each other again, unsure what to say. It must have been worse than they thought. Regardless, they knew it must be eating you alive.

"Can I join you?" You hear Coryo's voice above you after about ten minutes of listening to the mockingjays sing Lucy Gray's song back to her as she sat on the porch of the cabin. The sun was so warm on your skin that you could have fallen asleep here if you weren't reading your book.

You squint against the sun as you look up at him. "Yes, you may." You agree, and you feel him sitting down next to you as the wood creaks below him.

You find yourself holding your breath, even as you return to your book to try and remain relaxed.

He's not going to hurt you.

"What are you reading?" He asks after a moment, thinking your arms must be asleep for using them to hold the book and support your weight for so long.

"It's called 'Much Ado About Nothing'." You answer. "Another Shakespeare piece."

"Do you like it?" He asks, lifting his leg to rest his elbow on his knee while you sit up, crossing your legs and letting the book fall into your lap.

"I do." You smile down at the page. It is much more lighthearted than Romeo and Juliet, as much as you would have loved to come home and drown yourself in your favourite book- the boy next to you unintentionally made it impossible. God, you were so embarrassed by the letter you wrote to him. Your cheeks flush just think about it. All you did by surviving was make everything weird.

"Another tragedy?" He inquires, attempting to read some of the words on the page as it's opened on your lap.

"No." You chuckle, shaking your head. "It's a romantic comedy, actually."

"Oh, wow. You changed it up?" He asks, only somewhat shocked. It would only make sense that you couldn't handle much more tragedy since you've been home.

"I did." You smile. "It's quite funny."

"Will you read me your favourite part?" He suggests, watching your eyes as they light up with excitement from the request.

"Okay, so..." You quickly flip back through the pages and into the first act, scanning for the lines you're looking for. "Okay. Here." You pretend to clear your throat.

"In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature." You recite, dragging your finger along the page so he can track what you are reading. You remembered it, but it might have been easier for him to follow that way.

Coryo watched you the whole time, and by the end, you were a giggling mess. You thought it was absolutely hilarious, and he smiles at that.

"What does that mean?" He chuckles.

"So," You laugh, a hand pressed to your chest. "Basically, she's talking about how she was arguing with Benedick and won. The punchline is that she let him keep one of his wits, because if she didn't no one would be able to tell him from his horse."

Coryo laughs at that, shaking his head. "That is good." He agrees.

"Isn't it?" You smile. "It's a welcome change of pace."

"Yeah, Romeo and Juliet was... yikes." He says, ticking his jaw and peeling up some of the wood from the dock between you.

"You read it?" You ask quietly, eyes widening as you look over at him. It shouldn't shock you, he told you he would, and that he even looked forward to it. "What did you think?"

"Of course I did," Coryo nods. "I really enjoyed it."

"It doesn't seem like it..." You laugh nervously, looking down as you flip back to the page you were on before closing the book.

"No, truly. I did." He insists. "Just... for lack of a better term, it was tragic."

"Yes, well..." You chuckle, shrugging slightly and tucking your book back into the bag next to you.

"It was heartbreaking!" He laughs suddenly. "And that's your favourite?" He looks at you then, head tilted as he slightly shakes his head.

"Okay, so," You laugh, rolling your eyes. You were used to defending this to others who have tried reading it. "That's what makes it so beautiful. It's so touching, they died for each other thinking they were in love, but they also hardly knew each other. It forces you to wonder what could have been, and I like that."

"Okay, well, you're right." Coryo agrees. "I didn't like the ending, but that's the point, I suppose. The rest was good, it reminded me a lot of you."

"I think I forced a bias onto you. My apologies."

"You didn't force anything on me." He smiles, shaking his head. "All I knew is that you loved it, and that made it so much better."

Your cheeks flush as you busy yourself by pulling out the bag of cherries. "Would you like some?" You offer the bag to him and he reaches in, taking just a couple out and popping one into his mouth.

"I finished it all before you left." Coryo tells you, and you hold him out another empty paper bag to spit the pits into.

"That good?" You smile and he nods.

"Can I..." Coryo starts, and you tilt your head at him. He doesn't want to ruin your day by bringing this up. Everything on your face shows hope, even excitement for what he is going to say. "If you can't hear this stop me, but the book made great company in the mentor hall."

For a moment, he saw nervousness flicker behind your eyes, but still, you nodded. You wanted to hear anything he had to say- you just hoped you could stomach it.

"Oh, that's fine. I'm... I'm glad." You try and smile, distracting yourself by popping a cherry into your mouth.

"I was alone most of the time. I didn't go home." He tells you, trying to say what he wanted but still be as vague as possible.

"It must have been so horribly boring." You laugh nervously, swallowing the cherry pit as you reach for another of the small red fruits, picking the stem from it and flicking it into the lake.

"I wish it was." He replies, watching you closely to see if and when he's crossed a line. You nod in understanding, and he takes a nervous breath in. "I... The alternative was that I got sent home like some of my classmates. I wasn't going to leave until I had to."

'Until I had to.'

So he was forced to go in for Sejanus. Why on earth would they not send peacekeepers? Why another child?

"I... I appreciate that." You stammer out, looking down at your lap, noticing for the first time that your hands were trembling. "That must have been uncomfortable. I apologize."

Coryo furrows his brow at you. "No, I'm sorry. Why would you apologize to me?" He asks. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. That I couldn't get you out."

"You did more than you had to." You say, voice quiet with your honesty.

"No." He shakes his head. "I had to do everything I did. I couldn't let you die."

"You saved my life, and... and-" It happens very suddenly when a tear falls down your cheek; you didn't even notice you were starting to panic.

"No, wait, I'm sorry, hey, don't cry..." Coryo says quickly. He wants to help, to do something, but he feels helpless. Again. He feels sick with the knowledge that he always says the wrong thing.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." You mumble, trying to wipe your eyes but you're finding it hard to speak.

"Don't be, please don't be sorry." He pleads with you, shifting so he's kneeling next to you, placing a hand on your back.

You almost jump away, head flying to look at him. He's just rubbing your back. He's only trying to help.

Instinctively, your eyes search for his. They aren't hard to find, and all you can see as you search them is worry. Nothing malicious. "I... Do you want me to get Lucy Gray? Or your brother?" He offers, grabbing your shaking hands in his free one. "Just take deep breaths."

You nod, scared to look away for even a second. So he has to.

Coryo turns back, swallowing his pride. "Lennox! Lucy Gray!" He shouts, drawing their attention quickly.

He accepted the berating he was about to get from your brother before it even came.

"What did you do?" Lennox asks him, forcing himself between the two of you.

"We were just talking and I think I said something- I don't know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Coryo answers honestly, standing up and taking a step back.

You're watching him, intently, despite Lucy Gray taking over holding you and talking to you in hushed tones, trying to ease your mind.

"I'm okay." You tell her, nodding. You don't look at her, only watching him. Watching his eyes- but nothing changes. Baby blue. Worry. More worry.

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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It's Better On Top

i relate cause this was me a few months ago.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 5.3K

Warnings: small smut scene, overprotective brothers and a small spiral of panic

Summary: you've always wanted to sleep on the top bunk of a bunk bed, it was sacrier than you thought and you need your boyfriend to help you get down

There was a child-like wonder to Peter’s room.

The wall’s were a muted tone, chosen by whichever maintenance man who hated the idea of color. To make up for the lack of personality he’s added his own. Posters from being a tween till now, you could make out the older ones by the wrinkles in the edges. Pictures from all ages bounced around the room, ones with May, Ned and you. You always liked to fawn over his childhood ones, he looked so small and loving. He’d gladly follow you in the back of the van to see your new puppy, a favorite is one where he’s perched on May’s shoulders so happy to be up high.

Awards and certificates of his genius covered any empty spots, only small peeks of the bland wall poked through. He had trinkets all around, figurines and collectables. He kept his prized ones on a shelf where he dusted once a week, the others floated on shelves, windowsills, or his desk. And the legos, he had sets everywhere, he hated breaking them apart after. It wasn’t about maintaining a pretty thing, it was about appreciating his frustration, concentration, and pride.

He can do hard things because they turn out beautiful in the end.

You caught the loose pieces, tucked in a plastic tub under his bed.

His bed. Your favorite part of his room, he had something you’ve always wanted before. You begged your parents for years but they never delivered, you never had friends with one either. They just looked so fun, a permanent sleepover. Something to open the room, more space to play. When you first came over to his house you stood in awe, he had one. It was too soon to ask, and you waited until the moment striked.

Tonight was the night you would finally fulfill your childhood dreams and sleep on the top bunk of a bunk bed.

“Question.”

Peter looked up from his desk for a moment, his tongue poking at the corner of his mouth slunk back in. He answered your words with a raised eyebrow, he grunted looking at his suit sewing up the shoulder.

“Can I sleep on the top bunk tonight?”

His eyes flickered up to the top, then back to his suit.

“Why do you wanna do that? I sleep on the bottom bunk, you know.” He tugged the thread tightly.

You do know, you’ve never been on top though. It felt like a summer camp, as you imagine. You’ve never been to one, you wonder if Peter has. To sleep in the same room as Peter, arm lengths away, to have him softly snoring underneath you as you count the stress fractures on his ceiling sounded blissful.

“I’ve never slept on a bunk bed.”

Peter looks at you and grins, “You sleep on it with me.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah but I’ve never had the sleepover bunk bed experience.”

He drops his hands for a moment, “You never told me that, we could’ve done that ages ago baby.”

You perk up, “So tonight?”

Peter smiles softly, “I don’t know the last time the sheets were washed, I’ll set it up for you and I promise next time you can.”

You bounce up and down on his bed, you can’t help yourself. You’re just so excited, you leap up to cross the room to press kisses to his face. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He laughed as he lightly pushed you off him, “If I had known it would make you this happy I would’ve had you up there a million times by now.”

You squeeze at him before clasping your hands, “It’s gonna be so fun, Petey. It’ll be like summer camp!”

He raised an eyebrow, “Does that make me your counselor?”

You ran your index finger down his chest and lowered your voice, “Shit sexy, you could be my camp director.”

He matched your energy, “I’ll direct your camp.”

You tried to bite back a smile, right before you broke it he sucked a breath through his teeth.

“That was bad.”

“It was.”

“Swing and a miss.”

“If you’re on my mound you won’t be missing.”

Peter fake gagged, “You’re just as bad as me, get away you’re radiating bad flirting vibes and it’s affecting me.”

You gasp and smack his shoulder, “Take it back! I’m not a bad flirt!”

He nods and puts on a dumb voice, “Okay.”

You cross your arms and narrow your eyes, Peter takes in your movements and gasps.

“Don’t you dare.”

“I will if you don’t take it back.”

“It’s not my fault you’re radiating bad flirting vibes.”

“That’s it, you have two seconds or the legislation is being enacted.”

Peter holds his breath and winces, he’s not breaking. Neither are you.

“I tried being reasonable, Parker. You’ve lost kissing privileges until you repent for your sins against hot, excellent flirter girlfriends.”

He holds a fist in the air and cries out, “Noooooo!”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology to me, me and my lonely lips are going back to your bed, where they will stay until I get a heartfelt apology.”

Peter pulled at the thread on his needle with his teeth snapping it. He tossed his suit on his desk and pulled at your arm as you walked away from him, spinning you around he pulled you into his lap and kissed you repeatedly, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Each apology wrapped with a kiss. You giggled and kicked your feet and you pushed at his jaw but he insisted on kissing your jaw and neck.

“Okay, okay! Sins repented!”

“Did I do enough hail mary’s, my priest?” A wet kiss placed at your jawline.

“What kind of roleplay is this?” Peter jumped slightly, May was leaning in the doorway.

“I had to repent for my sins, May. I was just making sure I was in the clear.”

“He said I had bad flirting vibes, May. The boy had to be punished.”

May ran one index finger over the over in a ‘shame’ motion, “Shame.”

Peter groaned, “I repented! The priest gives me the pass, go back to Jeopardy, May.”

May raised her hands, “Alright, children of god. Dinner in an hour.”

She turned slowly as she walked away, “No more sinning under my roof, Peter. You’re on thin ice as is.”

He turned to whisper to you, “Did she just tell me I was going to hell?”

You nodded quickly and matched his tone, “Yeah baby, she did.”

Peter scoffed and looked at his suit with a sigh, “And just when a guy thinks he’s won enough good karma he’s tossed back in the hole.”

“I bet it's lonely down there.”

“And cold.”

“I picture rain.”

“Yeah, but it’s only on me so I can’t escape it.”

“Like one of those cartoons with the clouds above their head?”

“Exactly.”

“Damn. Well, I’ll send a postcard from heaven.”

“That is literally so toxic, get off of me.”

You threw your head back laughing as Peter lightly pushed at your thighs.

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You couldn’t help the wicked grin that crossed your face, Peter Parker was many things but number one on the list is best boyfriend ever.

He had sent you a picture of the top bunk, it was taken from the ladder. A new set of sheets and your favorite throw blanket you kept on the couch was tucked in the corners of the bed. His childhood teddy bear was tucked in the railing against the wall, a small paper he wrote on was taped to the wall, you couldn’t read it over the phone.

‘Guess who’s gonna have the best sleepover of their life.’ Was the text sent with it, you couldn’t help but send one back of your cheesy grin. ‘Did I ever mention how much I love you?’

‘Once or twice, it doesn't hurt to hear it again.’

‘I love my handsome, thoughtful boyfriend.’

He sent a questioning emoji, ‘You have another boyfriend?’

‘It’s amazing how you can be lovely and toxic at the same time.’

‘Like a fuckin mirror babe.’

You grunted at the phone with narrowed eyes.

‘Be safe tonight, don’t die pls.’

‘I have a very important sleepover and my girlfriend is losing her bunk bed virginity, (twice) so I can’t die, the gods have spoken it into existence.’

‘Just for that comment, I lied. I wasn’t a virgin.’

‘Trust me, you were.’

You sent a grumpy face, ‘I’ll see you tonight, I love you.’

‘Love you too, baby.’

You could hardly count the minutes down until Peter got back from patrol and sent you the come over text, as silly as it was it felt like it was healing your inner childhood. Not to mention, unknown to you, Peter totally leaned into it and was committed to give you the best sleepover ever, snacks and drinks and take out and movies and everything you could want at a sleepover was carefully planned.

Staring at your dresser you contemplated showing up in pajamas or bringing a bag, you figured you should bring some real clothes just in case but you were committed to wearing one of his shirts with some pajama shorts, ones he would say were delicious on you. They were too short for you to bravely wear them on the bus so you begged your brother to take you, it only cost you twenty bucks, he let you off easy.

You knew he was busy swinging and you always hated the idea of sending him a text while he was possibly in the middle of kicking someone's ass and throwing him off, however, this was life or death.

‘Are we eating at yours or should I eat here?’

‘I planned on chinese, I should be home in an hour or two.’

"Sounds yummy, let me know when you’re on the way home, it only cost me a twenty to get a ride.’

‘Highway robbery, man up and strap some webshooters to those wrists.’

‘I’d die and you would be happy.’

‘Cash in on that life insurance.’

‘I knew you were with me for my money.’

‘And dat ass.’

‘I’m taking a shower.’

“Ooh, take a picture.’

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You resorted to painting your toenails and watch a quick murder mystery video on youtube while you waited for Peter to call, the waiting was always the hardest part, you were selfish and wanted him when you wanted him, you just had to remind yourself it’s just like he has a normal job but with better flexibility.

It didn’t make it easier, you still wanted Peter more than the city deserved Spider-Man. You would never tell him that.

You steady your hand as you applied the second coat, you took the shower first and wouldn’t be able to wash away the color that went out of line.

Your phone lit up with a picture of Peter, he was rubbing at his eye with a soft grin, caught before a yawn. It was the morning of a sleepover and you caught him before he made you breakfast and smothered you in kisses between May’s wandering eyes.

“Hello lover.” You drawled out the words like you weren’t waiting for his call.

“Hey trouble.” His voice was as smooth as aged scotch on the rocks

You heard him breathe in quickly as the air wooshed by him, he was heading home you assume.

“I’m gonna stop and get us dinner, head over in ten, okay baby?”

“Get me soup too, please!”

“Got it. Wait, should I get your brother something?”

“Are you trying to wine and dine my sibling?” You giggle into the phone.

“I’m trying to make him like me.”

“Crab rangoons are a start.”

“He’s gonna be my bitch in five years, just you wait.”

“Playing the long game are you?”

“You know, if you want to slip how good of a boyfriend I am for fulfilling your childhood dream on that car ride I wouldn’t object.”

“Petey, honey. He doesn’t give a shit about my childhood dreams.”

“Siblings are brutal. Thank god I’m an only child.”

“I’ll get him to come inside, you can bro hug or whatever and give him his rangoons and he’s guaranteed gonna tell me you’re cool later in private.”

“You’re the bestest, see you soon, trouble.”

“Love youuuuu.”

The second you hung up you nearly kicked the door in at your brother's room and told him he had five minutes before he had to tote you across town, per agreement.

Minutes later you were riding in silence as he blasted a new playlist, you would never admit it but you found some good songs from him. At a red light he rested his hand on his gear shift, picking at his bottom lip he tried subtle conversation.

“Are you gonna need a ride home tomorrow or will the kid take care of it?”

“If you don’t feel like picking me up then Peter, my boyfriend, will take me home.” Then follow up with, “Or maybe stay another night.”

He shakes his head quickly, “I’ll pick you up, just text me when.”

“He’s coming on the trip this year, you have to be nice. He’s nice, he’s good to me.” You say his name softly, he’s told you before that it’s just him fearing for your heartbreak, something Peter could cause and he would have to watch you heal from that. He knows how true heartbreak feels and he would never want you to feel that too, he thought he was dying.

He accelerated at the green light.

“I don’t hate the kid, I just don’t like him.”

You sigh, “You can call him by his name, you won’t summon him I promise.”

“He’s nice, I’ll throw you that bone.”

“Just nice?”

“He seems to treat you alright, rare to have a freakishly chivalrous guy this day in age.”

“I’m telling Peter you said that, he’s so anxious about you hating him. He is so desperate for your approval it’s kinda sad.”

“Don’t! Intimidation is the only thing I have over him.”

You know he jokes about messing Peter up if he dares dump you but you know it’s all talk.

“You really think Peter’s gonna dump me?”

“Between the two of you? Yeah. You could never do it.”

You snort, “He said the exact same about himself.”

Your brother just hums and turns the music back up, there was no need to ask for directions, he’s been on this route hundreds of times in the past almost year.

When he pulled to the curb you made a puppy dog face, “will you please come up? I have something you need to bring home and I don’t want to have to go up and down twice.”

He pulled his eyebrows in, “You can’t bring it home tomorrow?”

Shit.

“No, mom needs it now. I forgot to ask Peter to bring it over earlier.”

“What is it?”

“C’mon, please! It’ll take five minutes.”

He stared at you before groaning and throwing his seat belt off, ripping the key from the ignition. Without waiting on you he opened his door and started walking to the entrance making you scramble to escape the seat and power walking to catch up.

You walked in on him mass spamming the elevator button as if it would make it come faster, “what floor is the kid on again?”

“Peter.” you enunciated, “Lives on floor seven.”

“Right.”

He knocked, no, pounded on the door. Peter swung the door open fast, half worried you were desperate to get in but rather met with your brother's face. He quickly reset himself and smiled before opening the door for you to enter, Peter held out his hand for a shake with a nod of his name.

Your brother shook his hand firmly, “Pecker.”

“Peter!” you corrected, loudly.

Peter waved it off, “close enough.” Then made his way to you leaning in for a quick kiss, “Hi, trouble.” You couldn’t help the smile. “Hi, handsome.” He gave you a squeezing hug and mumbled in your ear as he softly swayed you, “I missed you,”

Your brother let out a gag, “alright what did you need me to bring home, this place reeks of Parker.”

“Ah! I got you these,” he hopped into the kitchen to grab the small take away box. “Crab rangoons.” Peter nodded at the container as he handed it out, your brother took it wearily, “I don’t normally accept bribes but this one slides, that’s-“ he made eye contact with you, “very nice of you.”

You nodded your head and couldn’t help the growing grin, then he realized your game and gave a nod at Peter then turned to leave he pointed at you, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

“Oh you don’t have to, I can bring her home.”

Your brother looked over his shoulder at him, then repeated himself “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

When the door shut loudly Peter looked at you with an excited face, “that went well, right? He only referred to me as a penis once!” You smiled before grabbing at his shoulders moving him to the couch and straddling him, Peter rested his palms on your thighs lightly tapping them, his eyebrows raised waiting for you to talk.

“He didn’t want me to tell you this but because I love you, and I’m starting to feel extreme pity for you-“

“Thanks, baby.” A squeeze.

“-Welcome, he told me in the car that he thinks you’re nice and you treat me freakishly well, so in his words, “I don’t hate the kid, I just don’t like him.””

“At this rate he may even tolerate me by the time we go on vacation.”

You squeeze his shoulders and place a chaste kiss to his mouth, “The rangoons just put you at not complaining if you come over for dinner level.”

Peter threw his head back, “Let’s goooooo.”

You let out a small sigh, he tried so hard. “It’s not personal Pete, he just doesn’t want you to hurt me and not that he would admit it, I think a part of him doesn’t want to like you because if we were to ever split he would miss you too.”

He pulls a dumb face, “okay but has he considered we won’t break up, like ever?”

You shrug, “Yeah, about that..”

Peter rolls his eyes and flips you to pin you to the couch, “you stop it, woman. I am going to wine, dine and bed you before banishing you from mine tonight.”

“Don’t wanna make the bed rock from up top?”

“And have my head whack the ceiling a million times? No.”

“I could be on top.”

“And have you whack your head on the ceiling? Absolutely not.”

“You’re such a gentleman, do you have any objections to making the couch rock?”

Peter dropped his jaw and scoffed, he looked over your face looking for your bluff, you weren’t kidding. He supported himself with one hand as the other slipped under his— your shirt, “You know May uses this couch.”

You nod as you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him in, “I know.”

He groans when you grind against him, “It would be dirty of us, we shouldn’t.”

You look in his eyes as he watches you pull up slightly pulling your shirt off, he glances at your chest before looking back at you. “We shouldn’t,” you agree with him as you shuffle your pajama shorts down your thighs, Peter lets out a room quieting gasp when you pull him from his pants.

“Fuck you’re eager.”

You lean up to place a kiss below his ear, “I’m just showing how much I missed you.”

He let out another curse when you rolled your hips into his, “You’re dirty, so so dirty.” ————————-

Peter had woken you up from the couch around one in the morning, he had let you sleep through the last half of the movie you had started. And you were sleepy until he woke you up and started to push you towards his room and seeing his bedside lamp light up the room woke you up more.

Rubbing at your eye you speak through a yawn, Peter still understands.

“Course you can still sleep up top.”

He pulls down his own sheet and shakes his own yawn, you start to climb up the ladder and notice the higher you got the shakier your knees became, then you slightly duck because you’re closer to the ceiling than you estimated.

With a slight turn over your shoulder your tongue melts in your mouth, it’s higher up than what you thought. And sure, you’re not a kid and it’s just a bunk bed but it feels like all rational thinking went out the window, it was high up and you can’t help but think about the fall down.

“Help?”

Peter looked at you with a tilted head and his hands on his hips, he was about to ask ‘help with what?’ but rather used his detective skills and nodded his head. He crossed the room and followed you up the ladder, as he followed up you were able to comfortably sit on the top bunk.

You crossed your legs with a small smile, like you didn’t just panic and ask for him to follow you up in case you somehow fell backwards. Peter’s eyebrows rise to ask if everything's okay, you open your arms for him to follow you down on the bed, you close him in with a tight hug.

“I love you.”

He laughs and places a kiss on your neck, “I love you too baby.”

“Okay, I’m ready. Tuck me in and call it a night, dad.”

Peter watched you shuffle under your blanket with a grunt at the title, he leaned over you to tuck in the sides so you were snuggled in. He pushed some hair out of your face and pressed a soft, longing kiss to your mouth.

“Goodnight, trouble.”

You bit your lip to suppress a grin, only a whisper left your mouth, “night.”

Only lasting five minutes of silence in the dark room, which was your preference by the way, Peter didn’t mind if a light was on but you claimed you couldn’t sleep in the light.

“It makes my eyelids see through, Peter.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

You called out to Peter.

“Pst, Peter.”

He has a stage whisper, “yeah?”

“Have you ever been to summer camp?”

He shuffles in bed, you think he’s pulling the blanket up.

“I’m poor.”

“I’ve never been either.”

“Notice you didn’t say you’re poor too?”

“Money is a mindset, Peter.”

“Sounds like you’re poor.”

A sigh, “I am.”

You hear him roll over, your own bed shakes with his jostle, you grip your sheets. Your slight edge sparked Peter’s senses.

“You okay up there?”

You wouldn’t object if he begged you to come sleep with him, but you were going to see out this childhood dream.

“Yeah. I miss you.”

He snorts, “Reach your hand down.”

You follow his instructions and wiggle your arm through the side bars, his hand encases your own. For a moment everything settles and you almost ask for him to come join you, but you’re terrified of the bed shaking.

“Couldn’t be further from you if I tried.”

“Will you do this all night?”

“And risk a frozen shoulder for you?” He shoots out, then adds, “Of course I would.”

“Aw, you’re such a good friend!”

His hand squeezes yours, “what kind of a friend?”

You giggle, “the bestest!”

“Wrong B word, dear.”

You gasp, “ I don’t think you’re a bitch, Peter!”

He groans, “That’s it, fend for yourself. Goodnight, traitor.”

Peter’s hand drops from yours and he turns towards the wall, you whine when he pulls away from you. “Fine then, goodnight, Parker.”

You hear him mumble to himself and grin while you let sleep take over.

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Your phone said it was four twenty three in the morning.

You wonder when Peter will wake up, if he would rise when the sun did or, more likely, sleep until you wake him up when you get too bored of entertaining yourself like you usually do.

You have to pee, bad.

You got as far as one step on the ladder then felt yourself slightly sway, you tried to find the next step but were too scared to extend your foot all the way to reach it.

You tried looking back and cursed yourself for sleeping in the pitch black tonight, you were in limbo between sending it and hopping down and crawling back up and waving a white flag.

Deciding you were a grown badass you forced yourself to take the next step and nearly slipped, Peter’s foot was resting right between the steps and his blanket made the step slick. You nearly fell backwards, in a rush you climbed back up and checked the time to see if you could wait it out.

You were able to wait for ten minutes, then a cramp hit and all you can think about is the toilet ten steps away.

Calling quits you realize your only hope was Peter, and he was dead asleep judging by his snores. Nevertheless, you start to plead.

“Peter?” A whisper.

“Peter.” A little louder.

He snores loudly at that one.

“Peter!” A whisper shout.

He’s not answering.

He’s not answering, and he’s not awake, and you can’t get down, and you have to pee and you were the one that wanted this.

You blink back tears, why do you want to cry?

“Peter!” You spoke in a regular but quiet voice.

He stays silent, you start to chant his name over and over, he doesn’t respond.

On the fourth call your tears break through, you sigh heavily. Tears dripped down your chin into your hands, you called out one more time, begging.

“Peter, please.”

You sniffle, then let out a breath of fresh air.

“Baby?” It’s raspy and spoken through a sharp inhale, he feels like cold water has been dumped on him.

He stares at the slats above him like he has x-ray vision to see through them to you.

“Peter! I can’t- I don’t know how- I have to-“ You start to breath heavy, your eyes flooding with panic and embarrassment, and you really fucking have to pee.

Peter untangled himself to stand up, he pulled down a leg of his boxer briefs that had risen with his tossing and turning.

“What’s wrong?”

You gasp for air, you feel the bed shake when he pulls at the ladder to pull himself up. You wrap your hands around your head, “I wanna get down, I wanna get down!”

You repeat the words over and over until you feel hands over your own, the bed dips where Peter has his knees on either side of you. He wraps you tight in his arms, “It’s okay, you’re okay. We can get you down, it’s okay.” You wind your arms around his, tucking yourself in your neck to start to cry.

Peter’s heart hurts, you’re scared.

“You’re safe. I’m here, okay?”

He feels your warm breath wash over his chest, you try and calm yourself down, it’s not as scary when Peter has you surrounded.

“I couldn’t get down and you wouldn’t wake up.”

Peter frowns between your studders, he hates that you were calling out for him and he didn’t hear it.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m here now, okay? Wanna get down?”

You nod into his neck, “I have to pee so bad.”

Peter breathed through a smile and kissed the top of your head, “okay, let’s go pee.” He pulled himself away and started to go down the ladder, you watched him with wide eyes trying to memorize his steps so you could match.

You looked up and noticed how close you were to the ceiling, your throat felt like it closed up. You could feel how shaky your knees were even looking at the space to go down, you figured you would wet the bed tonight.

“I’m right here, trouble. I won’t let you fall, I promise.”

You shake your head, “I can’t. I tried and I can’t.”

Peter hums and looks around the room, he can’t carry you down. The physics wouldn’t allow him too, his only option was catching you.

“Can you sit on the railing for me, baby?”

You reached out a hand to wiggle it, it seemed sturdy.

“Okay.”

You white knuckled the banister when it creaked under your weight, “Peter, get me down, please get me down. I’m gonna freak out.”

“I need you to trust me, sweetheart. Just drop.”

You hold on tighter, your voice squeaks. “Drop?!”

“I gotta catch you, I can’t carry you down, baby.”

You look over to the window, the moon was lighting up one side of the room, you can barely make out his figure on the side of the bed.

“Can you see me?”

He lets out a small laugh, “Yes, baby, I can see you.”

You buffer and hold up a hand, “How many fingers am I holding up?” The other hand has a vice grip to steady you.

“Four.”

You whine, “I’m scared.”

Peter’s heart hurts again.

“I know you are, I promise I’ll catch you, okay?”

“Okay.” You don’t sound very confident.

“I’m gonna let go.”

“I’m ready.”

You loosen your grip then immediately double down.

“Okay, I’m gonna drop now.”

“Got it.”

You stay there for another second.

“Baby, you gotta let go.”

“Be honest, will you be mad if I wet the bed?”

“No, but how are you gonna get down after that?”

You breathe in deeply, “I’m gonna actually do it, you promise you’ll catch me?”

“I promise.”

You loosen your hold to push off, “I’m about to let go.”

“I’m right here.”

You hold your breath and push off as hard as you could, your hair breezes and your body feels weightless for just a moment. Then you’re caught, hands wrap around your back and thighs, you feel yourself bounce in his hold then level out.

“Caught you.” Peter’s voice is a whisper in your ear, you kick your legs to be let down. You immediately turn to wrap him in a hug, “thank you, I love you.” Then push him back to sprint to the bathroom.

When you come back in he’s back in bed, his blanket open for you to join. You couldn’t help but feel like a little kid, but it was dark and high up and to be fair you couldn’t see where you were going.

Sliding next to him his eyes open, “the first time I was on top bunk I was like, seven and I had a nightmare and I couldn’t get down and was screaming so loud May woke up and had to come rescue me.”

“I didn’t realize I'd feel so trapped up there.”

He hums, “It does feel like that, huh?”

“You were my hero tonight, you’re good at that. Maybe you should look into a job doing that.”

“I may have to look into it, I’m tired of being New York City’s Spider-Menace.” Then decides to add, “I’m sorry you were scared and needed me and I wasn’t waking up. You must’ve been petrified.”

��I don’t think I’m ever gonna go up there again.”

He laughs, “that’s okay.”

You roll over to stick your face against his arm. “Sorry I woke you up.”

“Your tears were coming through the slats, it was chinese water torture.” You open your mouth to bite at him, he grunts. “I’ll let you get away with that, you had a scary night.”

“Remember earlier when we were talking about B words?”

Peter hums, he’s falling back asleep. He never used to fall asleep so fast until he met you, having you tucked into his side always made him sleep soundly.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

He opens his arm to pull you into him, “you make it easy.”

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"Why are you stealing my ducks?!"/// Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/N: I had an idea and ran with it. I know someone out there isn't pleased with the lack of ducks in the market.

First off it was your day off and you were simply trying to find more rubber ducks to give to the kids at the daycare you ran for hellborns and sinners. Strangely enough, it was fairly financially stable with parents and minorly tolerable sinners dropping off kids (either their own adopted or otherwise) until the end of the day when you would lock up the place.

Because this was a daycare and you carried the cash back with you to your apartment there wasn’t any reason for anyone to break into or ruin the daycare. Even if they did their parents or guardians grew to be very protective of the place and you for honestly keeping their child safe. You were told by some others that one of the parents wouldn’t hesitate to protect their child by any means necessary and they refused to tell you which one strangely enough.

You had a feeling though of who it was since one of your favorite kids was an adorable blonde demon with bright red eyes who seemed to light up everyone around her. Unfortunately, she rarely was dropped off. But when she was her dad usually picked her up who you knew (via his daughter Charlie telling you he was the “best dad and inventor ever”) and you’d get to see the heartwarming scene of him catching her as she jumped to him and resting his forehead against hers.

He was quite handsome too and his devotion to his daughter never failed to put a smile on your face, often finding one of you staring at the other with a smile only to get caught. You never got his name but his theatrical apple-themed clothing stuck with you but you didn’t see him since his daughter had grown up.

Opening the door to the familiar sight of the toy store, you walked to the front to see the owner looking bored as they swiped through their phone until they saw you and lit up. “Hey! You here to see if I have any more rubber ducks in stock?” You looked hopeful for a second until they looked nervously at you and slid a clipboard over to you which had the clear stamp of “OUT OF STOCK” on the duck column. Groaning and letting your head fall tiredly onto the counter. Your day is now ruined as you’d planned to organize them in the daycare to let the kids go home with them as a gift after the disaster of this year’s extermination.

You heard the bell to the store ring signaling that someone else was now here and didn’t care since you were still upset about this being the 4 or 5 times in weeks that you’d tried to get at least 10 or 15 rubber ducks. The person walked up beside you and seemed to be very happy and a bit nervous by the way he rocked back and forth on his heels. They must have spotted you looking distraught because they tentatively poked your head. “You okay there? You seem kinda down.”

As you lifted your head you locked eyes with a very familiar man who you knew, the same white suit and pants with the decorative top hat and matching apple cane. Both of you had the same second of silence before saying “You!” and got interrupted by the owner coming back with 5 boxes labeled “RUBBER DUCKS” in Sharpie on a trolly. The man turned to the owner for a second after he gave you a timid smile and thanked them, signing his name at the bottom of the receipt and startling you at what his name was.

Lucifer Morningstar. Meaning the little girl Charlie was Charlie Morningstar….the princess of Hell. You were going to address your heartbeat picking up however seeing the boxes flipped a switch in your brain and looked between the king and the boxes of rubber ducks. “You- You motherfucker! You’re the one who’s been buying out their entire stock of ducks!” You said frustratedly and stalked up to him, poking a finger into his chest. Even if he was the King of Hell why would he need that many ducks?

Lucifer wore a tentative expression when you realized who he was until you angrily poked him in the chest and accused him of purposely screwing with you over. It wasn’t his fault that he ran out of ducks and duplicating them wasn’t good since the mechanics never fused with his magic well. He didn’t even know you came here and had seen you since Charlie had gone to daycare. Getting embarrassed when you asked about why he needed that many rubber ducks.

“I- I fail to see how that’s your business!” He spouted as he tried to put off an intimidating aura but it failed miserably seeing as how you just raised an eyebrow at him. The atmosphere quickly became calmer as he let out a sigh and mumbled something under his breath. You couldn’t hear him and leaned closer to hear him. “What did you say?” You asked very confused at the sudden change of attitude.

He blushed noticeably and ran a hand down his face, confessing something he hoped he’d never have to tell others. “I need them to invent more ducks.” Refusing to look at you, Lucifer wished he could just teleport back to his workshop but that would mean abandoning the person he never thought he’d have the opportunity to talk to again. The person who seemed to make his heart speed up and matched your reaction to seeing him. You smiled and let out a small chuckle, seeing how this wasn’t too surprising since you’d been told by his daughter that he was the “best dad and inventor ever”.

You put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a soft look. “I should’ve guessed. Your daughter always said her day was the “best dad and inventor ever”. It’s nice to see you again Lucifer.” You outstretched your hand and saw him smile in turn, taking your hand and shaking it firmly. He ran a hand through his blonde hair which had gotten disheveled during his “pitiful” confession and fixed his hat. “It’s nice to see you too! I missed- I mean I wished I had gotten in touch with you sooner!” He said before nearly slipping up and flushing at your unchanging beautiful appearance. It’d been so long since he’d seen you.

What you said registered to him and it seemed like you hadn’t forgotten about him either which was a good sign for him. Lucifer blushed remembering how Charlie always had a habit of bluntly saying things which sometimes backfired like it situations like these when he wanted to seem charming and alluring to someone he liked. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly and letting out a short laugh. “Yeah, she’s always been very kind and honest to people. Which isn’t a bad fault at all! Just uh- in hell it’s normally not the greatest quality to have but she’s done so well with her hotel.” He explained and unconsciously started smiling as he talked about his daughter which warmed your heart completely.

You were still a bit frustrated with being bought out of rubber ducks but this excursion went better than you’d possibly imagined. His smile mirrored yours as he realized he’d started to realize he was rambling. “Sorry I-” You interrupted him and stopped his hand waving by putting yours on his. “No! No. I think it’s really touching hearing how much you love Charlie and I’m glad we got to see each other even if it was by accident.” You said. He was teetering on asking you out or at least saying “Can we meet again?” because he wasn’t going to leave it to chance to see you again. He would force himself if he had to. He moved his cane between his hands and knowing he’d be here all day if he waited.

“Do you want to go out- I mean see each other again? Maybe meet up somewhere.” Lucifer spit out what he’d wanted to say and took a deep breath, sighing out most of his nerves. “It would be nice to catch up after all these years. I’ve missed you.” He smiled and ignored the obvious shock and excitement of the owner standing beside them. You were equally shocked for a second before flushing at the implication of everything and nodded. “I’d love to. Just name the time and place. Preferably not during my work and I’m sure you can roughly remember the daycare’s hours. Unfortunately, I still need to find rubber ducks for the kids.” You spoke with a grin and laughed.

The devil was so happy you agreed but panicked briefly when you said you still had to find rubber ducks. However, hearing they were for the kids gave him an idea. “I think I can kill both birds with a hammer. I have more ducks back at my place, probably too many, many of them would be great for the kids if you wanted to take a look. Probably the non-fire-breathing ones should stay with me though.” He brightly suggested and then turned to the boxes currently full of ducks, suddenly getting another idea which he could also show off how creative he was while spending time with you.

“If you want we could make the ducks for the kids together since you know them and I can tinker with mechanics to make them do cool things!” Starting to become noticeably excited about the entire thing and how well this entire conversation was going compared to others. To everyone in the room, his actions were adorable, and unspokenly wouldn’t leave this room ever. You stopped him mid-sentence and laughed to grab his quick-moving hands. “I’d love to, Lucifer. It’d be more than happy to. How about we meet up at your daughter's hotel? The Hazbin Hotel right?” You asked and got an enthusiastic nod, bittersweetly parting ways and agreeing to meet up your next free day.

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Bonus:

To say Charlie was excited to see you again when Lucifer, who was living in the hotel himself, reintroduced you to her was an understatement. The princess had stars in her eyes when she saw you and you didn’t have any time to speak because she tackle-hugged you to the ground much to everyone but Lucifer’s surprise. She started crying happily and refusing to let you go, luckily you ended up getting helped by her father who chuckled and rubbed her head. You were asked to explain why you had reduced Charlie to tears and incoherent babbles of “I’m so happy to see them”. Your “hangout” with Lucifer went better than expected and both of you agreed to go on an official date. Needless to say everyone grew fond of seeing you around more often for several reasons.

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The Burlesque Boutique

Astarion x gn/fem!Tav/Reader

Based on this art by @marbledgummi

I could not resist

There are two versions of this fic. Read the male/AMAB version here

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: explicit smut, crying, orgasm denial, swearing, one reference to past trauma, pegging

Word Count: 2,619

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First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

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“Dove?”

Astarion poked his head into the study. You were hunched over the desk on your side of the room, hands working away at something. The other half of the room (his half) was cluttered with sewing and jewelry supplies, half-made dresses and suits, and a stack of pillows for when he wanted to take a nap without straying too far from you. He never really imagined settling down, owning a house, but now he couldn’t imagine it being any other way.

“Did you order something from,” he glances at the box in his hand, “the ‘Burlesque Boutique’, by any chance?”

“No,” you answered. You look up from your project with a quirked brow. “Why?”

His mouth opens, about to explain. But then a wicked little idea curled around his brainstem, crooking a finger at him and tempting him toward mischief. Instead, he smiled in that way that showed he was planning something. You raise your brows higher at him. “No reason, darling.”

“Mhm.” You turn back to your work. “Don’t catch anything on fire.”

He scoffs, shouting back as he pads down the rest of the hall to the bedroom. “It was one time!” He heard you chuckle in response.

The box wasn’t big - a foot or so wide and rectangular. It also wasn’t much to look at, despite the shop’s name in script on the top suggesting something racy or scandalous. He flipped it over a few times, but there was no name. The mail carrier must have delivered it to the wrong house, or it was a lame prank from some teens.

He sighed. He really hoped it was something more than that.

He cut the silky red ribbon holding it shut with a knife he kept in his bedside table. He almost considered saving it. If the rest of this turned out to be a bust, at least he could tie your hands up with this. But the rope he had for such an act was much softer, and quite a bit stronger. So he dropped it carelessly to the side and lifted the lid.

He chuckled, delighted and utterly amused as he unfolded the tissue paper and revealed a set of pink and white lingerie. The top was a sheer negligee with thin straps and a little bow that would rest prettily between a pair of breasts. Long, white stockings were folded beneath it, with a matching garter belt to keep them up.

Oh, this was… He could just picture you wearing it, all dolled up just for him.

And then the thought turned back on him.

What if he got all dolled up for you? He wasn’t a stranger to wearing feminine clothing - you’d particularly enjoyed him in the Wavemother’s robe. Testing the thought, he lifted the negligee by the straps and held it up to his chest. It looked like it would fit…

He started to lower it back into the box when something else caught his eye. He placed it on the bed instead and moved the stocking out of the way and- Oh. Oh gods. A pretty pair of panties hidden at the bottom of the box, the same pink as the negligee and with a little ribbon of its own.

Now, how could he resist?

You didn’t jump when arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind, so used to Astarion’s habit of sneaking up just for affection. He pressed like kisses to the side of your neck as he peered over your shoulder.

Your hands worked diligently on your project. Astarion pressed another kiss just below your ear, where he whispered, “Can you spare a moment, darling? I wish to show you something.”

You hum, taking in his words but too focused to answer. Once you find a good moment to stop, you set everything down and turn your head to look at him. “What is it, star?”

He grins deviously as he captures your lips, cupping your cheek and keeping you in place. He’d hate to spoil the surprise.

He doesn’t pull away as he sidles around your chair. You sigh quietly into his mouth when he parts your lips with his tongue. The sound alone makes his cock twitch, pressed tightly against the lace of the panties that keep it in place. He groans quietly.

Dexterous as ever, he sits himself on your lap easily, straddling your legs. You automatically reach up to support him, hands landing on his hips to keep him from sliding off, but then your eyes shoot open.

He’s smirking when you pull away with wide eyes as you lean back to take him in. You can’t get enough. Your eyes trail all down his body, looking at his chest and stomach through the sheer pink negligee. The garter belt hugs his waist, straps reach down his thighs to hold onto the tall stockings. The matching lace panties, bulging with his growing erection. A pretty silk ribbon is tied around his neck, just below his Adam’s apple.

You look up at him in awe, all flushed with dilating pupils. “Where did you get this?”

“Somebody left a package at the door,” he explains, leaning down to kiss at your neck. You immediately give in to the attention, tilting your head to the side as you grip his thigh and tangle your fingers in his hair. “No name, no address. I expected a prank, but the temptation was too good to miss.”

He nipped at your pulse and you groaned. “Speaking of temptation.” You tugged at his hair, pulling him away from your neck. A little harder than strictly necessary, but he just grinned as his head was tipped back with the pressure. The ribbon strained against his throat. “Gods, how should I have you?”

“In any way you please, my love.”

You smirk up at him. “In any way?” You tug at his hair again, drawing a grunt of pleasure from your lover. His Adam’s apple bobbed, fully exposed and prominent. You release his hair and slide your hand to his throat. He watches through lidded eyes. With deft fingers, you pull at one end of the ribbon, and it comes apart, falling from his neck. You tap his thigh. “Get up.”

He gives you an uncertain look, almost a frown, but he complies. You stand and push him back until his ass hits the edge of the desk. He blindly reaches behind him to push your stuff back carelessly. You’re too entranced with him and the lewd images racing through your mind to care.

You grab his hip and push lightly, telling him without words what you wanted him to do. He lifts himself onto the edge. You press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Good boy.”

You step back to take him all in. Such a pretty little thing, all dressed up in someone else’s lingerie just for you.

You don’t take your eyes off his as you kneel down before him. The sight of you on your knees, face so close to his aching cock, sends a thrill down his spine. He grips onto the edge of the desk to retain some self-control.

You hold onto his legs as you begin trailing kisses along them. You kiss a line from his knee, up along the stocking, until you finally reach skin. There, you nip at the soft flesh. Closer and closer to where he needs you.

He groans above you. “You’re going to kill me at this rate,” he whines.

You grin against his skin, but don’t immediately act to provide him any relief. Instead, you kiss and bite your way to the edge of the panties. And, devil that you are, you kiss over the bulge. It twitches under your lips as Astarion hisses. You lick a stripe against it and he tenses with a strangled moan.

“Gods, please,” he begs, voice airy. “Too tight. Too tight.”

Mercifully, you pull the lace down, freeing him from his prison and tucking it under his balls. His dick was hard and sensitive. A small bead of precum already shined at the head.

“Desperate?” you tease.

He glares down at you. “Excited,” he corrects sharply. “To have your pretty little mouth around me.”

You hum, studying his dick. The longer you did nothing, the more it strained, eager to be touched, tasted, teased. You press a little kiss at the head, kitten-licking the precum away as his hips buck for more.

And then you stand. He whines.

“Bedroom. I want to take you properly.”

He wastes no time, leaping up from his seat and rushing to the bedroom. You follow after, leisurely. He sits at the edge of the bed, fingers digging into the covers to stop from touching himself. You walk around to your bedside table. “Lay down.”

His eyes never stray from you as he crawls back to the center of the bed. He swallows excitedly as you pull out a small container of oil and your strap-on. You had it specially made - everything the strap feels, you can feel, as though it is an extension of your own body.

Truth be told, Astarion doesn’t bottom very often. It can bring back bad memories, of being used, but he enjoys this immensely, and he can’t wait to be fucked by you.

You kneel by him and lean down to kiss him. It’s hot and eager, Astarion nipping and sucking as he tries to distract himself. Your hand finds his inner thigh and his hips jerk to find friction. You don’t provide him any, of course.

You pull away to kiss his neck, massaging his thigh and hip as you mark him up. “Such a good boy,” you whisper into his skin. He whines, pressing his head back into the bed. He loves your praise.

His cock is weeping and red with need when you pull away. You stand and make your way to the foot of the bed. “Back or stomach?”

Gods, thinking about either makes him keen. He has to bite his lip to form a coherent thought. “Stomach.”

“Flip over.”

He does immediately. He gets on his hands and knees, back arching in anticipation. His cock dribbles onto the sheets, but neither of you can care in this moment.

He feels the bed shift as you climb back on behind him. He tries to look back, to see what you’re doing. It’s futile. All he knows is he needs to be touched so fucking bad. It consumes his entire mind.

You slide the panties down until it’s bridging between his thighs, unable to be fully removed with the garter belt holding up the stockings. You caress one of his ass cheeks, pulling it to the side to reveal his tight asshole. You bite the other cheek, quite hard, enough to leave a slight imprint of your teeth. He lowers down to his elbows so he can press his face in his arms.

“Good?” you ask, pressing a light kiss over the reddening mark.

He nods frantically. “Don’t stop,” he whimpers.

Your hand leaves him for a moment, but he can hear the sound of the oil bottle opening. You slick your fingers and spread his cheeks once more. He can’t help the keening moan that erupts from his mouth when you rub and prod at his entrance. He tries to rock back into your fingers, to fuck himself on them, but you hold him in place.

You take your time to gently stretch him, adding one finger at a time and never going deep enough. At one point, you push your fingers as deep as they can go and he sobs into his arms.

When you think he’s ready, you slick your strap with more oil, sitting up on your knees and grabbing onto his hips with both hands. He’s a mess, pressing into you against his will. He needs you inside him.

You coo sweetly to him. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ve got you. You’re so pretty like this.” You line up your strap with his asshole and slowly, so fucking slowly, push in. He groans and keens and makes all sorts of lovely noises. He grips at the bedsheets and squirms slightly as you fill him. “So fucking gorgeous. My good boy. So good.”

You still when your hips are flush with his ass. He whines and tries to press back again, but there’s nothing more to take. He is completely full of your cock.

You roll your hips and he gasps, babbling to beg you to move, to fuck him. You shush him as you slowly pull your strap almost all the way out, and press in again. There’s less resistance each time, until you can set a good pace without hurting him.

He moans and whines your name, gasping when you sharply thrust into him. The negligee slips down his body with the rocking motion until it pools around his chest and bunches at his shoulder blades.

“You look so good in pink, baby,” you tell him. You lean over his back and press loving kisses on his neck and shoulders. He turns his head to try looking at you, to try to say something playful. But he can’t open his eyes, and none of his words come out as words. “You’re being so good for me, pretty boy. I’ll take care of you.”

You sit back up and grab his hips tighter, pulling them toward you with each thrust. He cries out as you pound into him, speeding up as you feel your own orgasm approaching. Your movements become sloppy and lose the rhythm, but you only fuck him harder and faster to compensate. You can tell he’s close. He gasps breathlessly against the covers, hips rocking for friction against the air. He’s so fucking close.

You lift a leg to be effectively kneeling behind him. It changes the angle just enough that you rub against his prostate with each thrust. He moans loudly, the sound choking in his throat and coming out as a desperate whine. He doesn’t last.

A few more thrusts and his orgasm tears through him. He cums hard, body trembling and cock twitching as he finally finds the release he longed for, without hardly being touched.

His asshole clenches around you, squeezing your strap with each spurt of cum. You don’t stop fucking him until you orgasm, buried deep inside his ass. You’re both panting, whimpering messes as your legs tremble, as he stains the blankets and coats his stomach. The negligee is just barely out of reach, unstained by just a hair.

When you’re both spent, you sit there a moment, catching your breath. You slowly ease out of him. He whimpers softly, but sighs contently once the pressure is gone. His legs are unsteady, hands merely resting on the blankets instead of clutching for dear life.

You get up from the bed and go to the side to help him roll over and lay on his back without laying in his own spend. He clumsily finds your hand where you held his waist and holds it.

“Good?” you ask again. You push his matted curls from his forehead and kiss his brow. He nods against your lips. He still can’t quite find his words. You kiss his cheek. “Bath?”

He nods again, but holds tighter to your hand when you try to pull away. “Not yet,” he mumbles. He draws your hand up to his face, holding it to his cheek as he leans into it with a quiet sigh.

You press your head to his, kissing his temple and the length of his ear tenderly. “Take your time, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

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lifeiskentastic · 9 months

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Ken plays board games with gn!Reader

Gif by @dilfgifs

A/N: I have so many ideas about Ken exploring the Real World I don't think my notes are big enough for it…

Summary: Ken plays Uno for the first time, and the Real World Reader helps him out.

Word count: 657 words;

Have a good reading!

Ken never played board games. Of course, in Barbieland he had… Cards that had to be placed on top of other cards of the same type without any rules? Well, I think everyone will agree that this is a bit outside the scope of the conventional notion of board games, so the bottom line is still the same: Ken has never played a real board game. And you, as his Real World tour guide, decided to fix that by starting with elementary Uno.

"Ken…" You tried your best to hold back the urge to look at Ken's cards that he had so naively put on display. And also laughter. Because his carelessness could not but cheer you up. "You need to hide your cards or I can spy on them and beat you easily."

"Oh".

Ken turned them upside down in an instant.

"You didn't get to see them, did you?"

You finally opened your eyes and looked unhindered into Ken's worried face.

“No, don't worry. I'll win in a fair fight, so… And now it's my turn.'

You didn't have a choice, so you laid out the color selection card. In fact, you stuck it out until the very end because you knew for sure that Ken…

“Ah, this is the card you were telling me about, isn't it? This, um…”

…will have some problems with this.

“This card means I can now choose any suit for the next card. And I choose…"

You thought for a moment, although there was no need for it. You could normally say the color you have more of, or just the first color that comes to mind. But it was not difficult to notice that Ken, or rather his game, was in a bad situation... This was evidenced by at least a dozen cards in his hands. You didn't want Ken to lose and get discouraged in his first Uno game, so you decided to play along with him a little. Sometimes breaking the rules can serve a good cause.

"…Blue!"

Ken's face immediately darkened. He frowned and you realized that, it seems, in your efforts to do the best, you only made it worse.

"No! I'd rather choose... Green?"

Ken's face lit up and filled with pride, not hiding his sincere emotions at all. And you were finally able to exhale.

You played for a while longer, and you did your best to push Ken to victory. And now, at the most decisive moment, when you both had only one card left, you were quite ready to give this win to your opponent. However, it seems that Ken had other plans.

He decisively threw a reverse card into the deck. You're about to take a breath to shout out congratulations on his first victory, but...

"Oh, I think my card is the wrong color... I'll have to take more, am I right?"

You stare in confusion at the other card in Ken's hand. But a moment ago he had only one!

"Ken, didn't you already have Uno?"

"No, I had two cards! Uh-huh… Yeah."

Ken was a lousy liar. He couldn't even keep a straight face during the game, and then there was the lie, so you easily uncovered his little scam. It looks like you weren't the only one who wanted your opponent to win.

You smiled to yourself, enjoying Ken's sweet act. Even though he didn't know much about the game, he was still trying to help you. Your smile became all too obvious as you realized this.

"Okay... I propose a draw, what do you think?"

"Does that mean we both win, or does that mean we both lose?"

"It means that we ended this match on equal terms. And now we can go eat ice cream as a prize."

Ken smiled broadly, unable to contain his feelings. His smile was even happier than if he had just won the game.

"You know, I like board games!"

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jolenes-doppelganger · 1 month

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Gentle Hands (Part Two)

Stalker Ilsa Faust x Fem! Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Accidents happen all the time, cats get loose, and amidst all that chaos, there’s usually someone around to help.

Warnings: Stalking (duh), drugging, masturbation, proximity kink (?), abduction, Ilsa being a toddler and breaking shit for like a hot second

A/N: Bella is the name of my cat. Coming home very soon for Easter break, so, so excited to see that fat little fur baby. Picture at the bottom of the fic. [Lisa/Ilsa used interchangeably, refers to the same individual].

Word Count: 2.7k

"Bella?" you called, frantically searching around your house for the fat black and white cat. "Bella? Where are you?"

You'd slept in through your alarms again, and now you were late for work. You'd called your employer to let them know, and in the duration of the phone call, you realized your cat had gone missing. Looking about frantically, you found your backdoor open, which was odd. You always had the backdoor locked, it was second nature. Coming outside in your pajama top and shorts, you were hit by the still-winter weather that kept everything in a perpetual state of sogginess.

"Bella!" you called, checking the time. "Bella, come on!"

A loud bellow that could be identified as a cat sound came, and to your horror, you found Bella wedged behind several of your heaviest flower pots.

"I don't have time for this!" you groaned, trying to muscle the pots to the side.

A soft knock on the garden gate.

"Yeah, I know I'm being loud on a Monday morning, deal with it!" you bit back, groaning as you struggled with the giant dirt filled ceramic.

A second pair of hands appeared next to yours, and you managed to muscle the pots back enough to grab the cold, wet cat.

"Thank you." you groaned, trying to catch your breath.

Bella looked at the woman in mild curiosity, sniffing her outstretched hand. The woman smiled.

"Of course. I'm your new neighbor, I figured it would be a good idea to introduce myself this way." she laughed.

You smiled, nodding at the woman. She seemed familiar, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Her hair was a solid dark brown, and her eyebrows matched, so you assumed it was her natural hair color.

"You look familiar, have we met?"

The woman shook her head.

"No, I don't think so. My name is Lisa Favere. I moved in next door, house eighteen."

You nodded, but you had the uncanny sense that you knew her, somehow, somewhere.

"Oh, well then I suppose we share a yard you chuckled. "I've been meaning to repair that fence for a while..."

"Don't worry, it might be nicer just to leave the fence down, that way we can observe the other's gardens come spring." Lisa suggested.

"Maybe..." you smiled, trying to find a way out of this conversation. "I really don't mean to come across as rude and cut the introduction short, but I'm already late for work. I'll see you some other time, Lisa."

You left the woman in the yard, hauling your wet cat inside. As you rushed to catch the bus for work, you realized you'd never given the woman your name.

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Ilsa chewed the inside of her cheek. That introduction was supposed to have been far more memorable. She'd even gotten tea ready. Sure, she knew you had work, but it was a shift you'd picked up, not one that was on your schedule. You should have called out, you should have spent the morning with Ilsa. Trudging back inside, Ilsa found herself on the verge of some kind of outburst. She'd been working for months to ensure that when she did finally meet you face to face, it would have been perfect. That meeting wasn't perfect, far from it. Instead of breaking something, instead of losing control of herself through anger, Ilsa went into work mode.

The past week had been spent moving things into the apartment, generating as much noise when you were home, and virtually none when you were away. Ilsa's move in was supposed to catch your attention. The furniture she brought in was supposed to be suited to your tastes, and the little door in between the two of your houses was supposed to be just a little too loose. But none of it had worked. You'd been too busy with work, too busy with picking up shifts and making a living to notice Ilsa's presence.

"Dammit." Ilsa swore, dropping onto the couch. "That's it, you're cutting back your work hours."

Ilsa logged into your employee portal, checking your schedule. She looked through all of the possible shifts you might sign up to take, manually hiding them in the computer system. You wouldn't be taking any bonus shifts at all this week, that much she was sure about. Once that was done, Ilsa looked into your bank account, trying to get to the bottom of why you were suddenly so desperate for money. Your savings account was nearly bone dry, and your checking account had less than 50 pounds in it. You were suffering, that much was clear. Ilsa opened a different file, routing you a check through several of her various accounts. It took a little over an hour to ensure the 'welfare grant' would go through, but once she was finished, Ilsa felt more confident. Within the next few days, a check worth £450 would slide through your mailbox, a check that would provide you some padding until your next paycheck.

"Princess, you should know I'll always take care of you." Ilsa chuckled.

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"(Reader), can you pick up my shift tomorrow?" one of your coworkers asked. "I have a doctor's appointment."

You sighed. You'd been working for the past six days without a break. A slew of 9 hour shifts that were wearing you down.

"How many hours is it?"

"It's a 6 hour shift."

On your day off? If you didn't need the damn money.

"I'll think about it." you sighed. "Let's just get today over with.

The rest of the shift dragged on. You finished it with tired feet, a sore back and a nasty headache. The bus ride sucked. Some old man tried to engage you in a conversation about Brexit, blatantly ignoring your physical and verbal cues that told of your lack of interest. By the time you made it past your garden gate and into your house, you found that you had little patience for any more bullshit. No bullshit appeared. Hopping in the shower, you tried not to cry, but you were miserable. It had been a shitty week, and it was getting harder and harder to stay afloat with the various expenses that came at the end of the month.

From her bird's eye view of your house, Ilsa sighed as she watched you cry. You were trying so hard, she knew that to be true.

"Princess, go to sleep." Ilsa whispered.

After toweling yourself off and throwing on pajamas you'd worn for the past four days, you dropped into a deep sleep, neglecting your special vitamins. Ilsa used the pocket door that connected your apartments, quietly sliding into your bedroom. She didn't dare climb into bed with you, for that you'd most certainly wake. Instead she held your hand, whispering subliminal messages as you slept.

"Lisa is a good woman. Your next door neighbor is helpful and kind. Lisa will take care of you. Lisa wants to be close to you." Ilsa whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your ear before she left.

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Waking up after the shitshow that was the past week felt like taking a long gasp of air after holding your breath for a century. You woke up refreshed, with more energy than normal. Putting on the last clean outfit in your closet, you made up your mind to clean your room. A soft knock came on your door at about half past three. It was the woman from yesterday morning... Was it Lisa.

"Hi, nice to see you again." you smiled, trying to be courteous. "Sorry for the clipped introduction, yesterday was a shit show."

The woman laughed.

"No of course, I understand. I came by to invite you over. I'm having a housewarming party today at 7, you're more than welcome to attend."

You nodded, a little surprised to be receiving an invitation.

"Oh, well thank you." you nodded, and then sensing the awkwardness, "I'm (Reader), by the way."

Lisa smiled, nodding once.

"I'll see you then." she smiled, and her blue eyes sparkled.

She waved goodbye, as did you. A party. Jesus, you hadn't been to a party in ages.

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The timing for the party needed to happen perfectly. The people Ilsa had brought in were all old friends of the MI6, plus some new acquaintances in town. All of them mixed together in what Ilsa hoped would be a welcoming, rambunctious group where alcohol intake would make sense. By the time you showed up to the party, it needed to be lively. Thus the time for everyone else was 6:15.

"Ilsa, how are you!" one of her former coworkers smiled, hugging the brunette tight.

"It's Lisa, you dumb shit." Ilsa whispered back.

"That's what I said." he shrugged.

The party was a chore for Ilsa, up until her favorite little project knocked on the door. Gesturing in the flustered looking woman, Ilsa was quick to engage her in the party. Drinks were going around plentifully, card games and food up for grabs. It was a party worth showcasing. Bit by bit, moment by moment, Ilsa watched as her little neighbor warmed up to everyone. Wine, cider and mixed cocktails softened (Reader), and Ilsa was delighted to see how well everyone meshed. Slowly but surely, members began to leave, partygoers headed home.

"Lisa, thank you, this was lovely." you smiled. "But I'm almost sure I have work in the morning."

Ilsa smiled softly, her face twitching slightly. You didn't have work tomorrow, of course you didn't, she'd checked. No, you were looking for an out.

"Almost sure?" Ilsa teased.

Her final colleagues waved goodbye, and Ilsa waved back. But you, you weren't going anywhere.

"Yes." you nodded.

Ilsa didn't wait until the door had shut. You were trying to leave, and she wouldn't have that. Grabbing your waist loosely, Ilsa pulled you in for a soft hug, dragging her nails down your back.

"Sleep well, then." Ilsa husked into your ear.

Surely that hadn't been intentional, you thought. The party had been wonderful, and Lisa had remained more or less glued to your side, ensuring that you mixed well with her friends, you'd assumed. But the hug was forward. You'd just met. Even being invited to the party had seemed informal, almost too relaxed. And as the woman whispered so suggestively in your ear, you wondered if it had been her intention the entire night to hit on you.

"Thank you." you cleared your throat.

Her eyes were half-lidded, and the nice button up she'd chosen had about one too many buttons undone.

"You sure you don't want another drink? I have barely a quarter bottle of wine left, no sense storing it for later."

Looking into her eyes as she drew soft patterns over your back made few things certain. You no longer knew if you wanted to go home, if you wanted to finish the night alone, if you wanted to kindly reject the woman's advances. But one more drink couldn't hurt, right?

"Sure. Just to finish it."

Lisa smiled, pouring you both a glass. You noticed that she had a rather heavy hand, but you didn't mind. Her taste in wine was good, if a bit strong.

"To a new chapter as neighbors." Lisa smiled.

"Indeed." you smiled, touching your glasses together.

You'd taken barely two sips of wine before Lisa made a move. Her hands were on your waist, and she was swaying to music with you. Draping your arms around her neck felt like second nature.

"Sinatra?" you asked.

"Who else?" Lisa smiled.

She was light on her feet, and her hands dragged up and down your back as you danced. The music took a more romantic turn, and with that came more sensual dancing. Lisa cradled your head with one hand, holding you flush against her with the other arm around your waist.

"You know... I've met few people in my life who have struck me as you have.." Lisa smiled. ".. Such a busy girl."

You blushed. It was impossible not to be flustered at this proximity.

"Just trying to make a living." you shrugged.

"A hard worker, how attractive." Lisa purred. "Perhaps you should take a night off, live a little."

The sway of the music, the alcohol, the way she looked at you, it was all too difficult to resist.

"I think I will."

Lisa smiled, bringing her lips in to meet yours. The kiss was perfect, sensual, a little spicy. Her hand massaged your scalp, pressing her hips against yours as she teasingly nibbled on your lips. The kiss deepened further, and you allowed her to softly make-out with you, her tongue sliding over yours in a wine-tainted dance of desire and lust. Her kisses trailed lower, finding your neck. This was moving too fast, you could feel your control slipping.

"I don't do drunk hook-ups." you gasped, still leaning into her kisses, your body incapable of catching up with your higher brain's desire for rationality.

"Then get sober." Lisa answered, nibbling at your neck.

It was too much, too soon. You gently pulled away from your drunk hostess, grabbing your jacket off the chair.

"Goodbye, Lisa." you whispered, rushing out of her house.

Ilsa was left with flush cheeks, smeared lipstick and her shattered expectations. This time, this particular mishap, Ilsa didn't hesitate to break something. Going into the basement, Ilsa broke the various wine bottles on the concrete floor, beating her punching bag until her wrists ached, until the bag split. You were supposed to be in her arms right now, you were supposed to be raking those gentle hands into her scalp as she sucked and licked at your clit. She was supposed to be tying you up as you begged to be able to touch her, Ilsa was supposed to be burying the strap she'd bought into your aching pussy, watching as your legs spasmed at the spread. Ilsa screamed in anger, rushing to her desk, looking for some kind of sign that you were as affected as she was.

The cameras into your home showed you taking a shower. Nothing sexy, nothing pretty, just you showering. And then you had the audacity to go to bed without taking your meds. Ilsa snarled, slamming her hands on her desk. She needed some kind of show for the progress she had made, and if she couldn't have you tonight, she was going to get as close as possible.

Bella meowed when she barged into your house. She was still an agent, she still moved quietly, but in her haste the movements she made were sloppy. Ilsa didn't stop to feed the cat, no, she ran right up the stairs, syringe in hand. It was a sedative of a higher dose than the meds she had you normally taking. She was on the verge of doing something irrational, that much Ilsa was aware of. The needle was in your neck before your brain had time to process the presence of the intruder, the hand against your skull.

"Princess, how dare you." Ilsa seethed, the vein on her forehead bulging dangerously.

She flipped your unconscious form on your back, kissing and biting at your neck furiously, marking you up impatiently.

"This wasn't the plan, Ilsa panted. "You absolute..."

Ilsa held back the insult. It was her fault, obviously. She just hadn't used the right groups of people. No, she'd been too forward, too vague with the subliminals. But after the months she'd put into learning your schedule, Ilsa didn't have the patience left to be slow with you anymore, not when she'd worked for three weeks evicting the next door neighbor who'd lived there for the past decade. Too far didn't exist to her at this point, not when she'd learned you so well, not when she'd exhausted her resources to the point of settling into the townhome next to you.

"Princess, you're coming back with me tonight." Ilsa whispered.

Hauling you over her shoulder felt like breathing freely after an hour of breath hold training. Bringing you into her house through the shared door felt like her first successful mission in a decade. Dropping you onto her bed and tying you there by your wrists felt more rewarding than capturing a terrorist. Ilsa collapsed in her bed beside you and began to laugh. She kicked off her shoes, pulling off her pants. She pressed her face into your neck, inhaling your scent as she pulled her panties down, furiously rubbing her fingers over her clit.

"Enough is enough, princess, you're mine now. And they'll never find you.

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Along came a bunny or two

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X GN!Reader, Wolfwood X GN!Reader, Knives X GN!Reader

CW: Smut, bunny outfits, riding, clothed sex, listen they're in bunny suits and doing what bunnies do! Bang.

Word count: 1.3K roughly

A/N: Alright so when I saw this art by Lizery this morning I couldn't help myself. So have three little blurbs about the ugh... Bunnies today.

Walking out of the bathroom you sigh rolling your shoulders and feeling a few of your vertebrae pop adding to the sense of relief you feel. The grip on the towel around your neck loosens and you tilt your head to look up the ceiling and the slowly spinning fan.

“Well Hello Mayfly~” Letting out a short laugh at the sing song way Vash is speaking, you have a pretty good idea what your outlaw is looking for. Rubbing your fingers along your damp hair before letting a smile grow on your face before looking at Vash.

And letting out a choked noise.

“Like what you see Mayfly~” Turning on the bed and giving you a short salute, the leather of his glove squeaking.

You don’t answer him, your mouth opening and closing as your brain tries to process what Vash is wearing. “Oh, have I left you speechless? That’s new~”

An audible gulp as you lick your lips at the thigh high leather boots with heels you think only he could pull off. The red fabric clings tightly to his waist and stomach, but the top is stretched out over his pecs in a way that the cups are flopping over. Turning just a small amount and giving his booty a shake to reveal the red cotton tail attached to match the ears on his head.

That does you in.

Dropping to the floor and wiping the drool from your mouth as you finally find the words. “You make one cute bunny.”

Laughing as he rises from the bed only to stumble and land in front of you, chuckling at his clumsiness. “I was going for sexy.” A blush breaks out across his face as you lift a hand to trace the scars along his chest peaking out from the cups of the bunny suit. “Guess my little tumble didn’t help that.”

“Well,” You start before blinking a few more times as you try to gather more of the scattered parts of your brain. “You’re that too. Though, I heard bunnies like to be busy.” Snorting at your own cheesy thoughts before blurting out “So let's get busy, my red sexy bun.” Winking as he tugs you under him to kiss you senseless.

Later you’re the one wearing the bunny ears while sitting atop him and riding him still in his boots as he thrusts up into you. “You make a cuter bunny.” Panting as he says it, and you’re well aware he’s nowhere near done with you yet.

Tossing your head back as he hits just the right place inside you that has you screaming his name while he keeps bucking into you.

“Darlin, can I get your help with something?” Nico’s voice calls out from another room and you pause what you were doing to head towards the sound of his voice. You’d gotten lucky and stumbled across the abandoned town, taking a bit of time to recover from the wandering of the desert planet.

Only as you head down you stick your head into one door and don’t find him. Doing the same to another. “Nico, where are you?”

“Bedroom!” Letting out a small hum at the tingle his raised voice sends down your spine, you head to the end of the hall with a skip in your step. Letting out a whistle at the figure crouched on the bed.

“Oh, I see you need my help alright.” Smirking at the tanned man in a black bunny suit, a set of black stockings on his thick legs and he’s wearing a pair of heels that don’t fully fit his feet. A set of bunny ears on his head, but what really has your attention is the choker around his neck with the small cross hanging from it.

“I’ve got an itch I need your help with.” Leaning back you can see the bulge straining the bottom of his outfit curious how he isn’t breaking out the sides of the thin piece of material over his crotch.

Stepping towards the bed you grin as Nico holds out a hand for you to take as you crawl into his lap and start grinding against him. “Like this?” Pretending you don’t know what he wants as you slip two fingers under the collar around his neck and give it a small tug.

“Close.” Grunting at the sudden jerk around his neck. Placing his hands on your hips before catching your mouth in a sloppy kiss. “Almost there, maybe something a little warmer to help.” Lifting your body and helping you slip your pants and underwear down your legs, groaning as his thick fingers slide along your sex.

You ripped a hole in his pantyhose after pushing the bottom of his bunny suit aside and sinking down onto his length. Both of you groan as you ride him with your fingers gripping the choker around his neck. “What a naughty bunny you’ve been, all pent up. Don’t worry Nico.” Panting as you move faster with his aid. “I’ll help with that itch until it’s good and soothed.”

“Oh come on Master Knives, you agreed.” Crossing your legs at you sit at the foot of his bed, doing your best to behave. It wasn’t your fault he had agreed to your little wager when he informed you he expected you to wear the outfit he had found.

A wager he was certain he was going to win.

“This is nothing but beneath me.” The snark in his voice is clear, clearly full of disdain for what he’s wearing.

“You were going to have me in it.” You grin hiding your lips behind your hand. “Please Master Knives.” Pleading with him usually resulted in you sort of getting your way.

A snarl and it takes every fibre of your being not to laugh at the most dangerous being on the planet striding towards you. In a bunny suit so pale the blue is barely visible, walking on heels strapped around his ankle with a grace you didn’t expect of the plant, the bunny ears atop his head bobbing in time to his graceful steps.

You can’t hold yourself back at the sight of him filling out the fabric and having it stretched across his lean abdomen so you can see every twitch of his stomach as he strides towards you and gives you the smallest of twirls as per your agreed upon a deal.

A giggle escaped you as the fake cotton tail attached at the back twitched when his cheeks clamped together for the spin.

“Do you find something assuming Pet?” A low growl in his voice as he faces you, and a flash of rage in his eyes.

“No Master Knives.” Trying to back peddle to try and save yourself from his usual brand of punishment that is just for you.

“Did you know rabbits have a great deal of stamina?” Blinking your on your back with Knives staring down at you with a glint in his icy eyes. “I think you need a lesson in just how much they have.”

His hands divulge you of your clothes in moments, throwing your legs over his shoulders before lining himself up and slamming into your core. All you can do is gasp at the sudden stretch, arching your back as you let out a wanton moan. One of his large hands grabs yours and crosses your wrists to keep you from touching him and he slams into your body with enough force you can hear the frame of the bed creek.

“You’re about to learn just how long this rabbit can go, now sing for me while I remind you who is in control Pet.” And sing you do, screaming his name between pants and moans that have anyone who can hear you thinking you’re being tortured by the plant.

They aren’t far off.

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flames of desire chapter 9: care to dance~

Alastor x (f! bunny reader)

your POV:

walking out of my room I head to the table taking a seat, Charlie and Alastor have something they want to announce, as Charlie runs downstairs Alastor comes out of the kitchen holding a plate of Beignets and hands them out to everyone, I heard of them but never tried one. "alright everybody I'm so sorry to wake you all up early but me and Al had an idea!" "I and Charlie decided that-" "We decided that we should throw a party here at the hotel to gain some patrons and you all are invited!!!" "you gotta be fucken with me..." husk grumbles "I could~" Leaning over the table Angel strokes husks chest as Husk pushes him off "Go fuck yourself" "That sounds wonderful hun," vaggie says trying to calm Charlie down. "A party?" "yes, a partyyy!!" "Charlie would like-" "I would like for" Cutting Charlie off Alastor stuffs a Beignet in Charlie's mouth "As I was saying Charlie would like for you all to help clean the lobby and decorate" "cleannnn!!!!! I love cleaning...." niffty giggled creepily. Charlie nods as she finishes the Beignet "well dress up and dance and celebrate!!!!" "that doesn't sound too bad" "Yes yes yes, we have a lot to work on so let's get started"

everyone stood up to gather cleaning supplies, and we spent the whole day cleaning. nifty ran around dusting and killing bugs, husk cleaned the drinking glasses while Angel went to buy food and more alcohol. Charlie and Vaggie went upstairs to the old storage room and grabbed whatever leftover decorations, and Alastor summoned these weird shadowy minions to fix the place up and move the furniture around to create a dance floor.

Once Angel came back we set up the food table, restocked the drinks, and wiped everything down one last time before dragging all the girls upstairs to Angel's room to get ready. "Let go husk my, dear friend, we need to get you in tip-top shape, you're our bartender after all!" "Whatever..."

At Angels Room Charlie, vaggie, niffty, and I had our dresses laid out. Charlie and vaggie picked black and white themed dresses to match. Angel picked a hot pink maxi dress that sparkled with an off-the-shoulder neckline, Niffty picked a little light pink cocktail dress with white lace around the bottom, and lastly, I had decided on a black red short flowy dress.

Alastors POV:

as I watched the ladies run upstairs I took Husker up to my room to get him ready. "you don't have anything to wear do you?" "No, does it look like I give a shit what I wear!" "Hmm, fear not my friend I know just what to put you in" With a mischievous smile I snap my fingers causing a line of green smoke to twirl around Husk, changing him into a Black and white suit with yellow cuffs and a yellow bow tie. "is this some kind of joke..." "doesn't it bring you back to old times~" I chuckle as husk leaves the room with a groan. another snap of my fingers and I change into my best condition red suit and black slacks topped with my brand new dress shoes. combing my hair and tying my black bow tie, I finish and head downstairs seeing the girls already in the lobby talking and giggling.

your POV:

listening to Charlie talk, I turned my attention to Alastor walking down, he had the same suit but somehow looked even better, Charlie rushed over to open the doors for people to join the party as vaggie turned on the music, with time the place was filled with demons, the bar was packed and the food table was swarmed.

sitting at the bar I grab a glass of Champaign talking to Angel "So uh you and smiles?" "what about us," I say trying to hide a grin "Oh come on ya guys have been extra close, he looks at everyone like he wants to tear them to shreds! but not you~" "And your point is" "I think dark and creepy likes ya" I shake my head and chuckle "Your nosey" "Hey I'm just sayin', you guys look good together" Seeing Alastor walk over I sit up a bit "speak of the devil~" angel winks at me and leaves the bar.

"well my dear you look wonderful as always" "You look extra nice as well" "Always have to look my best!" holding his hand out he offers it to me "Care to dance mon cher~" "Setting my glass down I take his hand, he pulls me to the dance floor, slow music playing as vaggie, Charlie and other demons began to dance. he holds my waist as I hold his shoulder and together we sway. "have you been enjoying yourself?" "yes, and you" "If I'm quite honest I'm only here to see you, my dear" As he twirls me I smile "Taking a liking to me?" "oh more than just a liking, you are quite the thief I'll have you know" "Well I suppose it's only fair since you have stolen from me as well~" "Have I now?" "you have" "How about a deal then" "a deal?" "yes a deal, you may keep what prized possession you have stolen from me as long as I get to court you~" "We have a deal" and with one last twirl the deal is sealed with a kiss...

The song ends and Charlie walks to the front of the room for an announcement, vaggie hands her a microphone as demons gather around, "I just want to thank everyone for coming out here and giving redemption a chance, and I want to thank my friends soooo much-" Charlie's eyes begin to water and vaggie takes the microphone "alright hun I think its time to go-" "I love you guys so much!!!" Charlie runs over and gives us all a hug, to my surprise Alastor doesn't protest, giving her a simple pat on the head as she wipes her tears. "we love you too Charlie!" "Now let's celebrate! I think it is time to bust out the big drinks" "Angellll don't get ahead of yourself!" "nah loosen up vagina" vaggie scowls as Angel drags all of us to the bar, husk serves all of us drinks.

I wanted to make this longer so badly but I had severe writer's block, man I need request to refresh myself, it took me the whole day to finish this but I hope you all still love this chapter and wait for some upcoming spice ;) have a good day/ night love you all!!!

-squerlly

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★ 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄. + 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

masterlist. / taglist. / tip jar. synopsis. crowded in a full club with a crowd of familiar faces, the last person you wanted to ever see again was your ex. Luckily, Eren swoops to safety, wanting to keep your mood high and wants to save the night by taking a more direct approach.

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭notes. this took way too long to write, good lord I was struggling to choose if I wanted to write a jungkook fanfic or this,, the brain rot is getting bad ya'll pray for me to unclench that seven days a week song from my hands | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭length. 3.5k (27 min read) .

THE MUSIC THUMPED through the planked floors of the room to the vibrate of the bottom of your chunky heels. Dim, low, orange lights outlined the many figures that were scattered around the condensed club that had a known wait line outside that was close to wrapping around the building and down the rest of the block.

Luckily, your name was printed in bold black at the top of the exclusive people list, one of the many perks of being friends with your friend Connie, who somehow managed to be the owner of the most infamous bar in the city.

Dragging your friend group out for the stress free weekend, wanting nothing more but to get drunk under someone else’s tab.

After the pretty rough recent breakup you had with your sistutionship that Mikasa and Sasha were just so tired of hearing you mope about through the many group chat messages and facetime calls they had to endure with you yapping about another guy from Tinder ghosting you.

The offer of filling your poor little heartbroken spirit with many many free shots was enough to get your ass off your couch and squeezed into an old cute red mini dress that hugged your curves just a little too much that if you stared for just a bit too long you would see the slight outline of the cute lace matching set under.

Especially where it stopped at the mid peak of your thighs, the material plumping out around the tight hem giving you a very attractive and alluring sight for anyone that so happened to trail their eyes down your adorned figure.

In short, you were prepared to take it all off at the end of the night, and by God’s will, you hoped to end up in your birthday suit, tangled up with some handsome suitor willing to fuck away all the pent-up fustration that your blessed rose touch failed to reach under the blankets.

Eren, to no one's surprise, hadn’t gotten the same idea, the timid soul drawing something close to his normal casual attire did not really know what was club appropriate, no matter how many times your friend group would drag him along on a night out just to drink the boy out of his shell.

Tonight, surprisingly, he was the only one in the friend group chat to give a hurried response to your nighting invitation, watching from your palm-resting chin as he babysat his second drink.

Letting out a covered chuckle at every grimace that would twist on his lips that you couldn't tell was because of the sip of alcohol or the fact that he was buzzing with anxiety, refusing to leave your sight.

The music in the dimly lit open room thumped through the floorboards, the air wafting with desperate cheap cologne and hard bar liquor. You had to admit that seeing him glued to his spot beside the bar was a bit funny.

Avoiding any lick of interaction with anyone as his sight would dip whenever anyone would push through near him, the way his shoulder stood up tense as his hand clutched his drink to the long line of girls that would stumble up to him as if he were their lighthouse beacon, their exchange awkward as Eren would often play the same "I’m sorry, I can’t hear you over the music card." just to shoo them away nervously back to the dancefloor.

You couldn't blame the ladies for at least giving it a try; you could admit that Eren did look good, especially under the club's light. The leanness of his sleeper build made the fill out of his dark brown button-up shirt alluring with the aid of the peek of his slightly muscled arms.

His shoulder-length shaggy dark brunette hair tugged lazily into a half ponytail, leaving wisps of hair from his face-framing bangs, made him look as if he had walked straight out of some male model ad, from the fashion to the accidental aloof attitude that he naturally radiated.

Relaxing some of the tensation from his shoulders, Eren’s lips parted with a slight sigh before nervously fiddling with the rolled up cuffs of his shirt, his eyes easing from his lap to sneak a quick glance at you, almost flinching out of his poor skin when he had met your rested glance.

His eyes widened a bit in surprise, his tongue poking from his parted mouth almost as if his thoughts had interrupted him from speaking before your eyes could track down the slight bob of his adams apple. "I don't—I don’t think I got to tell you yet, but you look really gorgeous tonight, I like your…hair." His tone held a bit of a tremble, the stutter in his voice was the realization that he had to speak a bit louder of the music even with you sitting on the stool right beside him.

You were definitely a little caught off guard, Eren wasn't the type to suddenly dish out compliments, let alone notice the fine details about someone’s appearance to save his life. You could recall the times Connie would make it a game to see how long Eren would go until he would realize the change in his appearance.

"Hm, you don't think it's too much?" You asked, leaning in a bit into his personal space and keeping a level tone as you spoke into the direction of his ear, pretending like you had seen Eren react in a tense fluster, his fingers tensely gripping his cup with your sudden proximity. "I mean, with the color and all." Your lips curve into a slight charmed smile, finger caught twirled around a newly dyed dark auburn curl, watching the coil spring back into place with a tug.

Eren's gray eyes followed the swipe of your finger as you moved away from his personal space and rested your back against the bar stool. It looked as though Eren was being drawn in by your actions.

The interaction consists of him merely nodding his head and remarking, "Well, I like the color, I think it suits you." The conversation did not lead anywhere else as your attention had shifted once more towards the dancing crowd, scanning the mingling group of people until your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a certain person in particular that stood a few feet away.

Your sudden switch to having a discomforting mood had not gone unnoticed, Eren’s head turned at the slightest frown of your brows, scanning over the open crowd with no avail to what had soured your mood so quickly. "Hey, what happened?" Your trance not budging at the sound of his question, your attention tugging onto whatever you were across the room glaring at.

It was only when the brush of his palm caressed against your lower thigh that his fingers danced warmly against the exposed leg of your skin, despite the soothing cold sensation welcomed from the silver rings that had adorned his fingers fashionably, his touch being enough to stir you away had you finally looked at him.

"You okay?" A static-like shock trail ran through your nerves, not only from his hand placement but also from the way he had somehow zoned you into feeling like you two had been the only two people in the room just by the way he was looking at you.

The lighting was deemed dangerous, with your brain buzzing from how well it had sculpted Eren’s features, from his defined cheekbones to the alluring yet genuine and compassionate dark glint in his eyes.

You had swallowed before remembering how to speak, praying that the way his eyes traced over the nervous habit you had of biting the skin at your lower lip was all just in your fucked-up horny mind.

That would be the only way you could have been thinking about Eren in such a risque way. "No, no, it's just my ex is here." Not even enough in you anymore to sigh, you couldn't turn your head before Eren could scoot you close in within his presence by the grasp he had on the underside of the stool you sat perched on. "Sorry, it just kind of caught me off guard, I guess."

Eren’s attention was completely devoted to you, his eyes carefully watching every twist and turn of your expressions, zoned in completely on your mood as it drained into something sour and insecure. You tried to keep up the front that you were trying to force out that you were having a good time—anything to help pry your ex’s eyes away from you as he seemed to be drifting closer and closer towards you as the night continued to painfully slowly unfold.

"Hey," you flinch as Eren laces his fingers between yours, this thumb rubbing comforting circles against your knuckles. "Sorry, what do you want to do? Wanna get out of here?" he asks, with his eyes searching to latch onto anything that would express how you felt.

"Um, yeah, I think I've had enough for tonight," you admit, holding your breath at the way Eren’s hand slid from your thigh to your lower back as you rose from your seat. His dark eyes traced over your stiff movements carefully, eyes flickering nervously over the allure of your attractive curves, especially how dangerous they looked squeezed into your dress.

"I want to—" You watched him wince, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before looking back at you with a shy glance, almost as if he had to bite his tongue and start over to stop himself from saying something. "Did you want to come back to mine?"

★ . . . !

Time had to be an illusion. Eren didn't care too much about religion, but he was convinced that maybe he was just dead and this was him experiencing his own personal depiction of heaven.

From the whirlwind of events that began with him boldly inviting you back to his apartment, to the length of the very flushing conversation the two of you had on the car ride back, to the two of you laying limbs tangled against his mattress, everything about the way the night had unfolded seemed like something straight from one of his wet dreams.

Eren even let a few stray tears spill past his thick, wet lashes from how touch-deprived you reminded him he was as he trembled in response to your lewd touch. Each stroke of your soft palm against the shaft of his dick entices an embarrassing, needy whine from his throat as his hips fuck against your slow, teasing hold.

The lights from the flat-screen TV that was mounted at the front of his bed illuminated as the show played. While the unattended lights from the show, which had been long ignored, only helped define the gleaming beauty of your features and sparkling dress.

In spite of the wicked work that your left fist was carrying out, he thought that you looked undoubtedly angelic. Eren was also convinced that he was going through some kind of brain rot with his badly clouded thoughts from how the only thing that could slip past his lips was the desperate, choked whimpers of your name.

A light strawberry flush spread from the bite of his cheeks to the trail of his heaving chest. Eren was too tied into the bubbling effects of pleasure, causing his nerves to melt under the touch of your palm. His own fist gripped, white-knuckled, into the pillow resting under his head. As his other hand grasped less tightly, his fingers wrapped fully around the wrist of your hand, which continued to pump his cock at a steady pace.

Even with his jittering nerves, he could still feel the sparkling, sticky gloss of your trial of nibbling kisses stick to the soft skin of his neck. Your lips ghost close to the shell of his earlobe, sending a welcomed sensation up his arched spine. "You have to talk to me, Eren. Tell me what you feel, honey."

Overwhelmed with just so many new sensations, Eren felt like he was just close to sobbing from how good he felt from the pleasure. You couldn't help but wait for his answer with a very self-satisfied smirk as he gasped at the kiss you placed right under his ear.

"It feel–" he swallowed back the words he struggled to choke on, "it feels really good, please." He hadn't even known what he was begging for, from just your touch. He had melted into a mumbling, brainless, shuddering puddle of nothing with each kiss and sleek stroke.

"Hm, Does it now?" You were practically torturing the poor man, knowing exactly what you were doing when you talked to him in that sultry, flirty tone of yours. Rising from his side to sit perched with your knees pressed into the blanket of his soft duvet. Eren stared up at you as if he were entranced by your every move, his adam's apple bobbing with a thick swallow as your thick lips curled into an even more flattering, sweet smile.

His cock ached over the loss of your touch, as if it weren't enough that you left him breathless, you had to muster the nerve to undress in front of him.

Sliding the straps of your dress over your shoulders and reaching behind you to unzip yourself loose, his eyes refused to leave yours as you yanked yourself out of the fabric with a kick, revealing the drooling sight of the hidden dark maroon matching set that had been tucked away underneath. Simply saying, "Come here." was enough to get him to crawl over to you.

Reaching out with an unsteady hand, his eyes glued to your chest, he sighs at just how perfectly your tits sit before placing his hands against them and gently fondling you, despite the pained look screwed on his face that you couldn't help but to bite back a chuckle at.

You had to admit that you found him very attractive—the sight of his pale, slender fingers dancing against your warm brown skin. Even with a layer of lace in the way, the feeling between your thighs still grew more agnited with the brush of his silver rings fumbling clumsily over your budding dark nipples.

Letting an encouraging moan part from your lips, Eren hadn't even gotten enough time to breathe in his new-found sense of appraisal, as the movement of your own hands unbuttoning the rest of his shirt left him feeling under your control once more.

Opening his shirt with a bit of an inpatient tug, you apologized, "Sorry, you just have too many clothes on." It was a soft moment that both of you got to chuckle over as you helped him shoulder out of his button shirt as well as the muscle tee he wore under it with a shared giggle to ease back the tenseness.

"You should lay back," you said, running your fingers down his naked chest. Eren has just the right amount of muscle, his skin torso bundling with a lean peak of a six pack, almost as if he had accidentally gotten a ripped figure without even really trying. His greenish flag was just how damn attractive he managed to be, yet how unbelievably unaware he was of his own insufferable good looks.

“Wait." Eren sighs, his fingers instead threading themselves in between your wandering hand, just inches away from brushing against his very clear erection.

"Just give me—give me a second, please?" struggle to find the correct words, cursing the hard task of speaking, especially as all you did was watch the form of his lips with every word. Eren was surprised that he could even steady his breathing enough with how obviously you sat back and watched him catch his breath with that pretty smirk on your mouth that he wanted so badly to kiss, but he knew it would only rile him up more.

After his small recoup of mercy, you helped him out of the rest of his jailing clothes. Only peppering around his face with quick kisses, knowing how sensitive Eren truly was, even as he squirmed around the feeling of your hand's gentle touch, putting his length into a condom, with his head tilted back and his eyes screwed shut.

You were truly surprised to see firsthand how touched and starved the man was. As you positioned his length near your entrance and slowly sheathed down on his cock, his hands were uncertain as to whether they wanted to hug around your hips or fondle with your tits.

The sensation takes a minute of stillness and shifting for not just Eren to get used to, not surprised on your part by your months of dry spell suddenly being broken with a bigger than average-length bulge while resting itself inside of you.

Every squirming inch of him inside is rudely rubbing against your warm walls as Eren's hands dig into the plush skin of your waist as if it were any more possible to hug the curve of your ass down against him. Feeling the tense muscles of his raised thighs against the brush of your behind, you both just needed a moment of relative stillness to allow your bodies to become more politely accustomed to the new sensation.

"Tell me when it gets too much." You let out a sigh as you gazed in awe at the man below you, Eren's hips shifting up at the hush warning in response. As you lifted yourself up with your hands resting to steady yourself against his torso. Leaning in closer towards him to get a better look at his glossy eyes, they mirrored the expression of awe that was on your face, and they continued to do so even as you sank back down onto his length.

Your pace would grow more excited, fueled by the punched-out groans of pleasure that would tumble from Eren's throat at the sensation of your pussy engulfing his cock completely. He hadn't bothered to cover his mouth, and with each shift of your hips, a string of whines would follow as he would praise your name as if he were mumbling a prayer.

The bedstrings of his mattress, accompanying the grunt of his lewd moans. Repeatedly, your hips would slam against his, aiding in the tense curl of his toes and the dizzy feeling he would get from throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut so tightly he was starting to see stars.

His hands held a death grip against your shifting waist, holding onto you as you tortured him at the unforgiving, grinding pace at which you bounced on his lap. "I— I can't, please, oh fuck—uh god." Eren would plead with you as if your entire world were in your hands. "I can't—I need to, please." Riddled with so much emotional desperation, and yet the last thing you wanted to do was hand him an orgasm so easily, the aroused part of you clenched at the sound of his begging.

"Just let it go, Ren." You sigh into his ear, gasping at the way his hips bucked into you in response. He was definitely working to do so, the slight switch of your control not flattering his pure sexual need as he squirmed all he could to chase after the slow grind of your hips.

His body begged him to keep going, the need to want to drag it out as long as he could to stretch the knot as far as it would be possible let him not want the moment to end laying under your touch. Fueled by the sheer absolute pleasure that washed over him the moment he felt your lips part tongue poke out to suck under the sensitive spot under his ear, a melted expression stretched on his bitten sore lips as his hips buck under you.

You hadn't bothered to give him any more mercy than what you had already graced upon him. Every twitch and tremble felt beneath the warmth of your skin as you returned to your hips and began to meet Eren’s thrust, his moans sounding almost close to poetic. With overly drawn-out vowels and pitched whines, it brought you both to sheer intimate ecstasy.

It took a few sighs and some soothing touches to replace the hard press of his nails digging into the hips of your flesh. Even sharing a small kiss was maybe crossing a few boundaries, but both of you were too fucked out to care for the moment. After a few tosses and turns, Eren dragged the blankets to cover the both of you, kissing your bare shoulder blade as you crawled to lay down tucked under his arm.

"Do you…do you want to stay over?" It was hard for Eren to search for the right words to say, especially with his inability to even breathe correctly. He copied the way your chest rose and fell, knowing you could hear every thump and bump of his heart beating from his chest.

"I’d like that," you lean up to say, showing off that pretty smile that had him so entangled in the first place.

"If that's okay with you?" Eren didn’t mind one bit, snuggling the girl right in front of him closer to his chest with contentment.

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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hi im back again! told you I would have more ideas haha, okay but seriously tho I literally just had this idea of my precious Matty having such a hard time giving up control in the bedroom, cause I mean we all know he loves being on top, but he promises the reader that for one night he'll do the best to be a bottom but as soon the reader starts to become dominant matt thinks that they can do way much better and he just acts submissive but really isn't, and he's not taking them seriously,so the reader does the one thing Matt hates the most, which is touching themselves (I get the feeling he'll hate you touching yourself unless it's him doing it for you) but then they both agree on tying him up to the bed so then the reader gets a chair in front of him as he smirks and is cocky and touches themselves and once matt hears what they are doing he tugs on the ties begging to be untied so he can touch them but the reader doesnt until he finally submits and the reader just fucks the shit of him by riding him and sucking him off, literally just being a tease.....I know this is a bit long, if you would to do it thank you but if not it's okay :)

have a good day/night ❤

thank you for another request, and for your lovely message on the last one. I love this idea, it’s so filthy. sorry this took a little longer than I had hoped. this is quite a long one, apologies. hope you like it 💌 @mattymurdock1021 thanks again

switch up (M.M x reader)

pairing: sub!matt x fem!reader

wc: 2.1k (oops, sorry, I couldn’t stop writing)

warnings: 18+ only. smut with a bit of fluff at the end, fingering, oral (m receiving), sub/dom, edging, bondage, p in v sex. might’ve missed some, let me know. no use of y/n. minors DNI

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Ruffling through the drawers trying to find a certain something in particular. Holding it triumphantly once you found it, quickly slipping it on. It was the matching suspenders to the lace lingerie set you were wearing. Matt wouldn’t be able to see it, but you knew he loved the way lace felt, obviously meaning you had to wear it.

“What are you doing?” Matt quietly asks from behind you, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Surprise.” You shortly flirt while attaching them to your stockings. Quickly fluffing your hair before slowly walking over to him.

Standing between his open legs. “Pass your hands.” You softly instruct.

He obliges, taking his hands you run them up your thighs and around your hips. Watching the way the corners of his lips turned up into a smirk.

“Is that- lace?” He asks with a grin as his head tilted to the side.

“Mhmm… guess what colour?” You reply, moving his hands to your waist so he can feel more of the fabric.

“Um, red?”

“Hm, good guess. What kind of red?”

Grinning bigger once he realises. “The same as my daredevil suit?”

“Oh yeah.” You tease.

He hums in satisfaction ripping his hands from yours to freely roam over your body.

“Ah ah ah.” You tut, removing his hands that were clasping around the cushion of ass, holding them in front of you. “You can touch when I tell you to.” Bending down to whisper in his ear, softly nipping at it with your teeth.

He groans at your teasing.

Matt had great difficulty giving up control in the bedroom, you actually loved it when he was on top. However, recently you’ve been having some talks about what you both enjoy, you mentioned a couple times how you wanted to try being dominant. He’d gently brush you off, not thinking you were serious- considering how well you respond to his control. Now, finally deciding that tonight is going to be the time.

“You want me to bottom.” He flatly says, not amused, already knowing the answer.

“Mhmm.” You hummed in agreement. Moving his hands back to your waist.

He sighs, relaxing his hands so you could control the movements. At least that’s a start. Sliding his hands up so they could rest under your balcony bra. “You can play with them.” You coo in barely a whisper.

Wasting no time, he kneads into your soft breasts, smiling to himself now that he’s finally getting what he wants. Deciding that he wants even more, they briskly travel down your sides and back into your ass, squeezing it.

Pulling them away, tutting. “Matthew, you have some control issues.”

“Pft, I do not.” He harshly exhales.

“Mhm, yeah you do.” Still lingering near his ears, purposely leaning over so that he could feel your tits press against his chest. “Please? Let me top, just once- just tonight?” You plead, sitting down on his thighs so you could straddle them.

You could see the gears work in his brain, like he was making a pros and cons list. “Okay- but just for tonight. I’ll try my best.” He says, making emphasis on the last part.

“Yes- deal!” You say cheerfully while tugging at his t-shirt, slowly pulling it off him. Stroking your fingers down his scarred chest. His hands have a mind of their own as they grip to your waist again, pulling you down on his hardening clothed cock.

“That really your best?” You ask with stern features.

“Yeah I can’t help it, I just need you. We can try your thing another time.” He dismisses, chest heaving as he continues to grind you over him.

“Take me seriously.” You whine gripping his biceps.

“I am.”

“You’re not.” Wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he continues to dry grind against you.

“Okay fine. I think this is just a little act, and you’ll be begging me to fuck you in no time.” He admits, holding you tighter onto him.

“Na ah.” Shaking your head.

“Oh yeah.” Smirking at you. He knows you so well, maybe not so much right now, as you were being very serious.

Pausing for a beat to think. Grinning once you had an idea. “Okay then. How about I suggest something?”

He also pauses, stopping all movements. “Do tell.”

“I bind you.” You say with a smirk.

He had to hold in a chuckle, “really?” He asks, not quite sure if he heard you right.

“You heard me.” Finishing off the sentence that was in his head.

“Alright deal. We’ll see how long you last.” He teases, knowing that you’ll give in and cave soon.

“We’ll see how long you last.” You tease back.

He scoots up the bed so that his head was leaning against the headboard, looking smug and cocky. You quickly walk around the bed to your nightstand, riffling through it to find the fluffy handcuffs. They were actually the ones he occasionally uses on you, but today you wanted to see him wear them instead.

Taking his hands, cuffing one of his wrists in them before adding the other behind the bar frame, so that he bound to the bed. Looking down at him smiling to yourself, he is just too damn pretty.

Making your way to the end of the bed, crawling up him. Fingers itching into the waistband of his checkered pyjama bottoms, pulling them down and off, before tossing them to the floor. Brushing your fingers down his chest towards the elastic of his boxers. Abruptly stopping before sliding off him.

“Where you going?” He says desperately, already missing your touch.

“Just over here.” You tease, snickering to yourself. “Told you I was serious.”

His ears pull back as his eyes widen, clearly not pleased that he was wrong.

Dragging the armchair from the corner of the room to the edge of the bed. Taking a seat before spreading your legs apart, moving your slinky underwear to the side, teasing delicate circles at your clit. Your breathing hitches slightly.

“No. What are you doing?” He asks, not really sounding like a question, as if he knows the answer.

“Have a guess.” You say in between shallow breaths, continuing to tease yourself.

Rattling comes from his cuffs, looking over to see his fists in balls, obviously not happy that he wasn’t the one touching you. Grinning, realising it’s working.

Slowly rubbing through your wet folds, dipping a finger into yourself to collect more wetness. Brushing tantalising circles around your sensitive nub, allowing yourself to moan genuinely at the sensations.

He rattles some more, but you pay him no mind. “Please undo me.” He pleads. “Undo me.”

“I’ll undo myself first.”

“No.” Groaning as his head falls back to the pillow. He always adored the sounds you make, but not under this circumstance, he wanted to be the one that made you make those noises. Growing more impatient and frustrated.

Feeling yourself get closer, deliberately being sure he could hear the way your fingers moved over you. Whining at the feeling. Breathing heavily as you watched over Matt, his breathing almost matching yours. Noticing the way his boxers made a tent and how his knuckles turned white.

Fingers moving quicker over your clit as you felt yourself erupt from within, empty breathing as you let out a few curses. Slowly coming down, you get up, walking yourself over to the bed and taking a seat next to him.

“That was uncalled for.” He huffs.

“Should’ve listened.” You tease, lingering over him. “Ready to listen now? If not I’ve got a toy I could try out on myself.”

“Yes- yes. Okay… I will.” He instantly agrees, hating the idea of you using a toy instead of him.

“There we go.” Smirking with accomplishment.

Sitting over one of his thighs, making sure he could feel the warmth of your pussy on his skin. Starting to grind on him. “What if I ride your thigh? Hm? Would you like that?”

He strains on the cuffs, not amused.

“Or?” You linger as you moved up him, straddling his waist, circling your fingertips over his abdomen. “Your face?”

“I actually would like that.” He says cockily.

“Okay so not that, then.” Teasing him, watching and loving the way he got increasingly more frustrated.

Scooting down back to his thighs, your fingers crept into his boxers slowly pulling them down from the band. His cock springing out, twitching against his lower stomach as a bit of precum spilt from his tip. You didn’t even have to touch him, for him to be aching for you.

Your fingers graze down his chest in a tediously slow pace, ogling the way his breath hitched with each movement. Your palms roaming down him til they reached his almost ‘blue balls’. Cupping him from the base before fully taking him into your mouth, a deep sigh of relief instantly came from his agape mouth. Teasing his head with your tongue, swirling around him while working your spit over him.

Twisting your hands while your mouth massaged him, abruptly stopping, taking him out your mouth with a pop. Another desperate groan escaped his lips.

“Almost dessert time.” You smugly whisper while rubbing your fingers over your folds, collecting some of your residual essence. “Wanna taste?” You ask, extending your hand out towards his mouth, knowing that he could smell what it is.

Instantly replying “yes” as he lifted his head from the pillow.

“Oh sorry, changed my mind.”

“Please- I can’t take it anymore. My cock is aching.” He pleads, sounding like he really can’t take anymore.

“You’ve been good, so… I suppose.” Caving in as you started to feel sorry for him.

Hovering over him with your knees on either side of his hips, rubbing his tip between your folds. Both smiling as you’re finally getting what you want. Guiding his head into your warm wetness, slowly sinking down, taking his full length until he bottoms out. Your hands lay flat against his chest as you wound your hips, allowing him to enter you again. Both of you gently whimpering to the feeling as you started to speed up.

Matt so desperately held back the urge to match your thrusts, he didn’t want you to stop- especially not now, fully giving in to your control. He bent his knees giving you stability as you grind over him, even after all your teasing he was still kind and thoughtful- it was actually a very sweet gesture.

Unclasping your bra before throwing it aside, cupping your tits as you bounced on him.

Leaning over him, resting the side of your face against his chest, as you continued to ride him. Hands softly gripping his biceps as you sped up. You could hear how fast his heart was beating, the same way he could to you, both knowing that each other's release was around just the corner.

Your soft whines near his ears made it so much harder for him to contain himself, it made him twitch inside of you, trying his best to hold off.

You clamp around him as you let go, your walls triggering his own warm release as you came in sync. He moaned your name a couple times as he spilt deep inside you. Staggered breathing and whimpers echoing around the dimly lit bedroom.

Movements came to a halt, as you slowly pulled yourself off him. Giving him a tender kiss on the lips, before leaning over him to get the key from the bedside table. Hands slightly shaking and you tried to unlock it.

“I could do better than that, and I’m the blind one.” He jokes, smiling up at you, faces a foot apart.

Laughing to yourself. “I know, that really took it out of me- got it.” Grinning as you unlocked it, setting his hands free.

His arms instantly wrapping tightly around you, holding you while he kissed all over your face, rolling you both around as you giggled.

“How do you do it?” You ask.

Matt pauses just after he pecks the tip of your nose. “Do what?”

“That? I’m fucking knackered.” You laugh.

His chest vibrates as he chuckles honestly. “Practice.” Smirking as he pecked your forehead once more. “And no.” He says quickly, like he can sense what you were going to say.

Snickering as you rested your cheek on his chest, cuddling into him. “Maybe in a couple weeks.” You tease.

Lovingly rolling his eyes, with a grin, “maybe.” He continues, “where did that come from? You’ve got a little devil in you, huh?”

“Oh, he’s not little.” Laughing as you patted his shoulder.

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endlessdreamworld · 1 year

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When You Can't Say "I Do"

Yandere! Ayato X Noble! GN Reader

Due to popular request, here is part two!

Part one here “If only I could be so lucky as to find a love as pure and true as Lord Kamisato’s and his one and only,” a servant swooned off to the corner of the room. The entire situation was crazy, like you’ve died and gone to hell. You had no idea how anyone in the world could truly believe this tale of love that Ayato was spinning. Your arms were bound so tight that you couldn’t move them, and you had a bite guard in place so you couldn’t bite your own tongue off and bleed to death. The maids were there as lookouts for a possible attempted suicide. How in the world could anyone view this situation as anything less than complete and utter insanity let alone a tender romance!? All you could do was glare. Your visage fluctuated between a scowl and visceral fury.

You were never alone. Ever. If you weren’t in the presence of some servants, then it would be the presence of Kamisato Ayato. What was worse is he made a compelling case that while you weren’t of sound mind, you were of sound heart, and that hatred and love are two sides of the same coin. Your late father’s delusion wasn’t allowing you to think straight, and his explanation gave all the justification he needed to marry you.

“Oh how wonderful! Lord Kamisato will finally be united with his childhood friend, the love of his life!” the people had cheered on your wedding day whilst ignoring your squirming. Your wedding garb was made by the finest craftsmen in all of Inazuma, with symbolic patterns that suited the occasion in all of the colors that you loved the most. Under different circumstances it would have been the perfect fairytale picturesque ceremony of immaculate beauty - a legendary wedding that would be told by everyone in Inazuma far and wide for generations to come. The indignation of it all felt like a hot knife in your chest, twisting twisting… twisting.

Ayato arrived in the holding room you were being kept in before the ceremony, and gave your exposed cheek an affectionate pinch. You thrashed and groaned, and tugged at your restraints with every nonverbal protest you could think of. “They’re just excited.” He says to those in the room as you try to pull free of your beautifully colored restraints. And of course they were the perfect shade to match the rest of your wedding garb. Trinkets hung off of them in certain spots in place of jewelry for your tragically unavailable bound hands. “What a beautiful wedding gift darling.” Ayato swept the back of his fingers down your cheek, then ran his thumb along the bottom of your eye. “What a blessing it is to receive this many tears of joy.” The tears were of everything but joy. Fear, rage, disgust, frustration, despair, the farthest thing from a present to any sane individual.

You could just barely make out his appearance through your tear flooded blurry gaze. He looked perfect, better than ever even. The fabric of the sleeves of his ceremonial clothing made you shiver when it brushed across your skin. It was smooth, soft, and smelled of cherry blossoms.

And just like that, you were hauled off to the location of the ceremony, and married off. Of course lord Ayato said ‘I do’ for the both of you, since you weren’t able to speak.

That day had long passed by now. You barely remembered your life outside of this new reality. You've screamed so much since you’ve come to the Kamisato household that your vocal chords were shredded. If loud shrieking and angry rumbling couldn’t be heard through the gag, then of course no one would be able to hear your quiet anguished croaking.

“Oh, my lord is back!” The maids opened the door then scurried away. Now it was just you and Ayato in a cramped, small, lavish room. You glared and twisted, but Ayato was unbothered. He walked towards where you sat on the floor, while you did your best to scurry away. Though, there was nowhere to go, and you found yourself backed into a corner. The usual same song and dance though it’s gotten harder and harder with each passing day.

Ayato sat down next to you, then laid his head on your shoulder. You’ve already exhausted yourself and he knew that. Keeping you bound up for most of the day made it impossible for you to end yourself, but it also served the purpose of atrophying your muscles and weakening you. Whether this was his intention from the start or if it was coincidentally beneficial, you weren’t sure. The way Ayato was leaning on your shoulder pushed you against the wall. Needless to say, you didn’t have the ability to push him from you anymore.

He must have spent a long time thinking of this specific outcome, since every attempt you made to change your fate was immediately met with a solution on his part. You were bound and gagged right from the beginning, to prevent you from inflicting any sort of injury upon yourself – fatal or otherwise. Of course he considered the possibility of starving yourself to death, so the apparatus in your mouth was modified in a way that allowed it to be opened enough to force feed you. Though, at the time you were still considered extremely volatile, so the people around you only allowed you to eat food pounded into paste.

Ayato took a hold of your bound hands then pulled them close. He kissed the back of each of your knuckles one by one. You shut your eyes, but you could feel Ayato’s gaze burning into you despite not being able to see him.

“I’ve missed you, darling.” You respond with cold silence, and freeze as best as you can wishing more than anything that you could just fade away. “I think it’s time for a little chat.” Silence. That’s all he’d ever get from you, silence. You squeezed your eyes shut and furrowed your brow. Your breathing became labored from the emotional stress of it all.

“Tell me, do you remember what element I was given by the gods?” Silence so thick it could crush you. He waited, and when you continued to give him nothing, he shifted, and buried his head in the nape of your neck. Ayato dragged a kiss along your jaw, and you whined sharply against him. “That’s right, hydro.” He pulled his vision before you, regardless of whether you chose to shut your eyes or watch.

“And this vision allows me to have elemental mastery of water.” He pocketed his vision then pulled closer to you, fully nesting himself at your side. You could feel both his warmth and the scent of sakura-infused incense. Maybe you were finally breaking, but it felt good – not him, but it felt good to have something warm and alive near you. You’d rather it be anything or anyone else, even if that meant you’d be locked in a wooden chest with a dozen mangy rats, but this is what you got. No one else touched you, and you don’t think anyone will ever again if things continue going this way. You considered trying to suck up to the uninvolved parties but those who noticed your desperation either believed Kamisato Ayato’s story and brushed it off, or didn’t believe his story but also didn’t care

“Has it ever crossed your mind that your hatred and indifference brings me comfort?” The silence was shattered by this tenderly spoken bombshell. “Not in the sadistic way that certainly crossed your mind just now. I’m also not holding my breath that maybe one day you’ll love me a fraction as much as I love you. Though – that would be nice.” He paused, “there’s little difference whether I come home to a hypothetical smile from you or ice, or anger, silence, or a physical assault. I get to come home and see you do your best.” Why? Why why why?? You squirmed. “I get to see you hate me with absolute conviction and determination. I get to see every thought that crosses your mind, every plan you hatch, and every scheme you come up with light up like a star. Sometimes I hope you’ll succeed. I want to see how far you’d get.” He nuzzles against you, and you murmur in discomfort.

“I love seeing you do your best.”

“I’m a simple man, but you already knew that.” Something that was only half true. Entirely true when it came to you, but all bets were off when it came to anything else. “Regardless…” Ayato turns his focus back onto your hands. He runs his thumb over the back of the palm of one of your hands. “You know, there are things about water that people tend to overlook. Everyone can picture what a tidal wave or a flood does.” He tapped a finger against the back of your hand. “Water is patient.” Tap. Tap. “People forget its tenacity.” He began to tap another of his fingers in tandem. “Water can bring a mountain to yield through death by a thousand cuts, as it’s wont to do. Drop by drop, storm by storm, day by day.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. “Now I’m not saying you’re a mountain and I’m here to ruin you. You know I don’t want that.” You did in fact know that. Ayato ran his thumb against the back of your hand slowly. “Water also smooths away the rough edges and cracks of half-broken stone. It removes the things that work against its flow.” He pushed more firmly, though in a way that was only soothing and nothing else.

You looked at him with exhausted eyes. “I want you to be happy,” Ayato told you with the same amount of sincerity as always, which was utterly and completely sincere. Maybe today though, he was carrying himself more warmly, or maybe you’ve finally lost your mind but it felt good to hear that today. After that came silence, though the silence was more comfortable and welcome than ever.

And then you cried.

You haven’t cried since your wedding day, and it all poured from you like a dam finally bursting open. Or maybe it was more like a sickness being purged. Ayato, who was entirely surprised by your reaction, flustered even, pulled away from your shoulder to get a better look at you. His eyes widened, was this panic? You couldn’t tell.

He’s right though. He wants you to be happy, and you want to be happy too! You deserve to be happy after everything that’s happened, surely. And so you threw yourself at him. You could feel him shake against you, and you could see the way concern carved itself onto his almost always unperturbed features. Everything about the silent Ayato was physically screaming ‘Don’t cry’ other than words coming from his mouth. He composed himself enough to undo the restraints along your hands, and just as soon as he did you threw your arms around him. Or at least you tried. They’ve been bound for so long, they immediately fell asleep, and instead your arms hung limp around your husband

Ayato pulled you closer to him, and helped you finish what you tried to start. This was the first time you’ve embraced since you were children, and the first time ever as lovers. After that, the gag was removed, and you realized it’s been so long that you almost forgot the sound of your own voice. Just barely above a whisper, you beg for forgiveness “imso sorry, i’m SORRY, for-give me…” you frantically chant through pained sobs and melodic wheezing.

“....But, there’s nothing to forgive.” Ayato says and captures your lips to steal away whatever nonsense you had left to spill.

And so the people of Inazuma rejoiced at your miraculous recovery. Many had thought you were too far gone, though no one was brave enough to say it, lest they invoke Lord Kamisato’s wrath. In everyone’s eyes, love had prevailed, and perhaps this was true love – maybe one of the truest.

And so you lived h̶̡͉̰̙̩̐̈́̿͘̕ā̷̡̞̽̂p̷̧̡͆̇͒͝p̵̨̹͙̅̈́͐͜i̷̹͓͖̬̳͛̑ļ̵̛̼̰̤͙̤̐̏̎͘͠y̴̹̪̻̫̥̓̈́̀̾͘ ever after.

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moniibu · 6 months

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༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA X !DOM FEM ALPHA READER •°. *࿐

based on my previous work

things to watch out for: basic yandere themes, obsessiveness, possessiveness, protectiveness, etc. , the only pronouns being “you” and “alpha”.

word count: 2.2k

summary: after inviting Scarlett out as your date for a business dinner, things go smoothly until one of your coworkers start to stir up some trouble, making you possessive and protective.

notes: i decided to name her Scarlett just cause I thought the name was cool. this is a fic that i wrote just because the idea came to me as i was daydreaming before bed. this isn’t cannon, but based on my other work i didn’t express a dislike between the two. in other words this would just be a random post about the two that doesn’t go along with my previous post.

thank you all sm for the support on my last post, it really means a lot 🥲. reblogging/reposting is appreciated, and if you would like to see anything specific, just request since asks ARE OPEN !! even though I’ve re-read my work, if there are still mistakes, please just ignore it or move along, i apologize for it.

this is a LESBIAN work/blog/post, so men and men aligned people, do NOT interact.

i hope you all enjoy ༄ ‧₊˚ !YAN FEM OMEGA X !DOM FEM ALPHA READER •°. *࿐ !!

Scarlett opened the door and walked into the apartment. She only has three hours to get ready before meeting her alpha. She had to hurry up and shower, pick out a cute outfit that would impress her alpha, do her makeup, and make sure she picked the perfect accessories that would earn her praise from her alpha.

Of course you weren’t exactly her alpha yet per se, but she wanted you to be, which is exactly why Scarlett’s doing what she’s doing now. The first way into making you her alpha and you choosing her as an omega is for her to be looking as cute as she possibly can so that you can choose her.

Scarlett knows exactly what you like down to a t. She knows what outfits would earn simple compliments and which ones would earn a head-turning look with you gawking at her. Scarlett prefers the second one but for where you two are going, she prefers an outfit that has you giving her small and hidden glances throughout the evening.

After doing her makeup the exact way that you like it, Scarlett goes to pick out an outfit that she knows that you would like. She looks in her closet, moving the clothes around before finally finding what she knows will catch your eye. Scarlett picks out a white shirt with ruffles that goes with a pink skirt with ruffles on the bottom. She picks a shirt that will show her cleavage, knowing that once you see it, you won’t be able to take your eyes off it. She hates how you always look away whenever you get a glance, but at the same time, that’s what she loves about you. You respect her and don’t look at her ogling her breasts.

Scarlett puts on a pair of light pink pumps that matches her skirt, grabs her purse, and walks out her apartment locking the door. She’s so excited about the date you planned that she can’t contain herself. You rarely plan out dates, and even when you do, it’s something simple like walking around. The fact that you’ve invited her to a restaurant must mean that you’re beginning to feel the same way as she does!

Scarlett starts to send you a text that’s she’s here, but before she can hit send, you tap on her shoulder. “Hi Scar.” You greet. You give her a hug, placing your hands at her sides. “H-hi” Scarlett immediately starts to blush. The hand placement only makes her face redden even more. You barely touch her, nor invite her out. She doesn’t know what’s happening, but she’s enjoying it.

Scarlett glances at you, looking at your outfit. You had on a business suit. She’s seen it dozens of times throughout spending time with you and messaging, but seeing it up close is making her hot. God, how much she wishes that you were her alpha. You look so good that she wishes that it was all for her. She hates that other omegas are able to see this. It should be all for her and only for her.

You on the other hand took Scarlett in. You loved the way she was dressed. You simply had on a suit that you forgot to change out of, yet Scarlett took time on her outfit, and looked amazing in it. You know that sometimes Scarlett wears outfits in colors that you like, but this one was an outfit where you thought she looked amazing in, where you were actually mesmerized.

She had on an adorable outfit that you couldn’t take your eyes off of, and honestly, didn’t want to keep your hands off of. It was like something was inside of you, itching for you to keep close to the beautiful omega. “You look beautiful Scar.” You say, your thumbs rubbing her hips.

“Thank you alpha.” It practically purred out of Scarlett’s lips. She loved getting praises from her alpha, no matter how little or how big it was.

You furrowed a brow at Scarlett calling you alpha, but let it go based off of news that you had to share. “You’re welcome. Now, I hope you’re not mad, but this isn’t exactly us hanging out alone.”

“What do you mean?” Scarlett asks. What do you mean it won’t be just the two of you? She based off her whole day, all of her time on you, her alpha. You were supposed to have a good time with her, and realize that you want more of her! Why is there someone else coming along and ruining your date with her?

You’re her alpha. She’s not letting anyone get in her way, she’ll make sure of it.

“I’m sorry Scarlett. I know you were excited. I sprung it on you since I didn’t know if you would accept it or not.” You looked down like a child getting a scolding.

“What is it?” Scarlett’s tone was a mixture of anger and annoyance. She demanded to know the reason on why she wouldn’t be able to push you into her arms.

You walk up closer to her. “Don’t worry Scar, I’ll make it up to you I promise, okay?” You say, getting closer to her while pressing a kiss to her temple. “But this is actually a company dinner, and they requested us to bring someone. I know you like spending time with me so I just thought..” you trail.

“No, no alpha don’t feel bad.” Scarlett gives you a hug before standing on her tippy-toes to press her hands on your face. “I’m not mad, I swear. Besides, you’re gonna make it up to me right?”

“Yes, of course I will! Thank you so much for being understanding Scar, I really appreciate it.” You say, giving her a beaming smile. You were glad that your friend didn’t get the wrong idea or disgusted by you that you basically were showing her off in ten minutes to your colleagues.

Scarlett on the other hand was overjoyed. She can’t believe that her dreams are finally coming true! You want to be her alpha! She’s so glad that it wasn’t something bad. She has no problem with you using her as a date, please do it all the time, she doesn’t mind at all! She just wishes that you wouldn’t feel so bad about it. You’re her alpha, you’re supposed to want to bring her to dinners and tell people that she’s your omega.

“I know it may be uncomfortable Scar, but we’re gonna be close, okay? Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable and I’ll stop.”

“Sure thing alpha.” Scarlett can hardly contain her smile. It’s like she’s died and went to heaven. This is probably the only night where you’ll be acting like you truly want her, so she’s gonna milk it out as much as she can.

“Alright, let’s head inside.” You push Scarlett in front of you, keeping a steady hand on her back. You walk in giving the worker your reservation. Scarlett and you walk over with Scarlett hanging onto your arm.

You greet your manager, shaking hands with him as you introduce Scarlett. “And this is Scarlett, we’re close.” You happily share, smiling.

“Nice you meet you Scarlett.” Your boss licks his lips while stretching out his hand. You give a look to Scarlett, urging her to shake his hand. You can tell that she only did it for you, but the action he did beforehand made you pull Scarlett closer into you.

As you sit down and chat with coworkers, you hear a comment that makes you squirm. “How did an alpha like her come in contact with a beautiful omega like her?” You clicked your tongue. You were irritated to say the least, but it was a dinner with work, so you ignored it. Scarlett rubbed your hand under the table as a way to make you feel better, and for a moment, you calmed down.

It wasn’t until you got your food that everything went wrong. You wish you could turn back the time and decline the dinner so you could actually hang out with Scarlett one on one like what was intended, but the damage was already done.

“So,” a coworker said, pointing in your direction. “Are you together with the cutie next to you?”

“So you’re not together? Good to know.” Your coworker responded. He had one of those cocky smiles that went along with a cocky tone that begun to make you irritated. As much as Scarlett likes taking care of you, even she could see that this may be an incident where she can’t calm you down.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You ask.

“I’m just saying, if you’re not dating her, then maybe she needs an actual alpha. A strong man to take care of her and provide for her. What can you do? You may be an alpha but you’re not a male alpha. She needs someone like me.”

You give out a laugh, only this laugh is full of anger and you being appalled by the audacity of your coworker. You don’t know what came over you. Maybe it was the fact that your rut was coming, or maybe the fact that there could be a small —itsy bitsy— chance that you maybe, maybe feel some type of way for Scarlett that a friend shouldn’t feel. Or maybe it was the drinks you drank in both Scarlett’s place for protection or for yours to let loose.

Either way, you were pissed. No one, and I mean no one got to disrespect you like that, or try to act like that towards Scarlett. “Listen here—” you say, you inching closer as you begin to speak with pure rage. “And you listen close. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but this omega right here?” You pull Scarlett from the side, making her gasp in shock. She places her hand on your chest as she hears you utter the sentence she has been dying to hear since the second she met you in the café.

“This omega is mine. She is my omega.” Your tone was full of possessiveness and ownership, but you didn’t care. You wanted all your filthy and creepy coworkers to know that Scarlett had an alpha. She didn’t need a smelly old male alpha when she had you. Young, cool, tall, and caring; what most omegas dream about.

“Grab your things Scarlett.” You said. Your sentence was short and curt, leaving no room for an argument. Scarlett hurriedly packed up her things while trailing behind you. You saw her and stopped for her before pulling her to sit down with you on a bench.

The two of you sat there for a moment while you thought of what just transpired. For you, you felt guilt. You didn’t want Scarlett to think you were one of those alphas, who stake claim on an omega and would force them to love and worship you. The fact that you did it in public only added more guilt that was standing on your shoulders.

As for Scarlett, she only felt love, admiration and adornment. You stood up for her while your smelly coworker had tried to get her to pick him. You kept her close to you while an old coworker leaned in to close. Most of all, you claimed her and stuck out your claim, her being owned by you, in public. You called her your omega. She is so glad that you did what you did, but looking back at you, she could read you a mile away. It’s one of the reasons why she’s such a good omega for you.

“Awe, c’mere alpha” she says, opening her arms. You’ve already gone this far, and while you were still clouded with anger, you figured that a small hug couldn’t hurt. Scarlett rubbed your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “Alpha, I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?” You were expecting her to be mad at you for claiming ownership over her. And for Scarlett to do the exact opposite had you surprised. “I thought that you’d be mad since I called you my omega in front of everybody. I’m sorry if I put you in an uncomfortable situation. It wasn’t my intention to do that. I will make it up to you, I promise.”

“It’s okay alpha. I-I’m actually glad you did it.” Scarlett looks away, both from being flustered and embarrassed. “I didn’t like them. I’m glad you were there. You were a very good alpha.”

Scarlett gives you a smile before giving you a kiss on the cheek. “I mean it alpha. You were good. Thank you.” Scarlett gives you once last peck before pulling away.

“Thank you Scar.” You say. To be honest, you’re a little glad that this whole debacle happened. It got you a bit closer with Scarlett. You can’t believe you’re saying this, but maybe it wouldn’t be bad if she was actually your omega.

And for Scarlett, she’s glad she egged on those other alphas. She got the outcome she wanted; for you to finally realize your feelings and act on them. She can’t wait for you to fully accept it, and for more to come.

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3motionally3xhausted · 6 months

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Kiss Kiss Fall into another old hyperfixation

Anyway, I randomly wanted to redesign the main cast of Ouran in my style/ with headcanons and my own embellishments

Here's a screenshot redraw, I'll put all the redesigns below the break bc I did all the main characters & wanna talk about the choices I made. Also I made up that uniform redesign on the spot bc I when I was doing the characters I just put them in casual clothes lmao

(I might do some others later, like Renge, Kasanoda, Yasuchika, Benibara, etc.)

Going in order of my least favorite to top favorite. And dont mind that I didn't color the clothes, that's not whats important here lmao

Mori is only at the bottom because I don't like the drawing that much, I still think the design is pretty good. Though, like right when I finished coloring, I decided a bun/top-knot would look better so it's a bit disappointing there. In my head, Mori is kind of struggling to figure out who he is & what he wants to do, which is why he follows Honey around and doesn't talk much. He does genuinely like being around the other hosts though.

Also, the undercut because A) he has the reputation for being the scary one & it kinda suits that, B) uh do I even have to say it? ...its hot He does lowkey look like Sokka from Avatar tho, especially with the blue accents

(edit: I accidentally deleted Mori's file so now this is the only copy so 😭)

Honey is next because again I think the drawing itself is a little off and the design is pretty close to Basil from Omori, which i didn't notice until it was too late lmao. One of the main things I didn't like about his character in the show was obviously how childlike he was & how girls still flirted with him even though he looked and acted 6; So now he still acts a bit childish but doesn't play it up as much & definitely has a more normal voice, not a fckn child's.

Haruhi! I definitely had to keep her glasses cuz they were really cute and kinda sold the whole 'commoner' thing in a way. But other than that I mainly wanted to balance out her femininity and masculinity to make her more androgynous/nonbinary/gender-fluid since she definitely has some of that going on in the show as is. I also gave her dark circles under her eyes to kinda show that she worked really hard to get into Ouran with low status.

Next up is Tamaki of course, getting into the characters I'm most happy with the designs of. One small thing I tried to do for each of them was give them varying hair tones; so even though Honey and Tamaki are both blond, I went very platinum-blond with him. When I started drawing him, my only real thought was "he has to be a pretty boy" so I dont have much to say about my choices, but i do think I succeeded. Don't mind the modern mullet thing, I can't stop it

Kyouya is definitely one of my favorite characters as is, seeing as he has one of the more fleshed out & heart-wrenching backstories in the show. I think the only thing I really wanted to change was getting rid of the Anime Bangs, so I just gave him this kinda sleek, kinda messy pushed-back look with a blue tint. Even though it's simple, I really struggled to come up with anything, until I found a page from the author saying smth like "I don't like the idea of him wearing neat clothes" with a picture of him in like a track suit so I did kinda the same outfit

My absolute #1 favorites, Hikaru & Kauru. They're honestly the ones that started it all because Kauru has been my favorite since I first saw the halloween episode (iykyk).

I don't know why, but I wanted their hair to be fluffier/curly and more of a natural(?) ginger color. I knew I wanted Kauru's to be redder and Hikaru's a bit lighter/blonder, but only subtly. I also gave Kauru a scar on his cheek from that time in Karuizawa, but most notably, I gave them blue and pink eyes as their signature colors. Lastly, their expressions are slightly different, because no matter how much they are in sync and try to match each other perfectly, Kauru's a much gentler soul than Hikaru, so I made Hikaru's smile a bit more snarky while Kauru's is soft.

Thank you for looking at my art/ reading my thoughts, here's an extra little design edit & comparison

(lol, I think they're mimicking Kyouya in this panel idek) (Also here you can see I tried the bun hairstyle w Mori, I think it looks good, but this is a really simple drawing so.)

#ouran high school host club #ouran hshc #haruhi fujioka #tamaki suoh #kyouya ootori #mitskuni haninozuka #takashi morinozuka #hikaru hitachiin #Kauru hitachiin #character redesign #my fanart #my art #screenshot redraw #im hyperfixating again #ouran redesigns #33xhausted art

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leighsartworks216 · 5 months

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The Burlesque Boutique

Astarion x male/AMAB!Tav/Reader

Based on this art by @marbledgummi

I could not resist

There are two versions of this fic. Read the strap-on version here

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: explicit smut, crying, orgasm denial, swearing, one reference to past trauma

Word Count: 2,620

Main Masterlist

First Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist - Second Baldur's Gate 3 Masterlist

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“Dove?”

“Did you order something from,” he glances at the box in his hand, “the ‘Burlesque Boutique’, by any chance?”

“No,” you answered. You look up from your project with a quirked brow. “Why?”

“Mhm.” You turn back to your work. “Don’t catch anything on fire.”

He scoffs, shouting back as he pads down the rest of the hall to the bedroom. “It was one time!” He heard you chuckle in response.

He sighed. He really hoped it was something more than that.

Oh, this was… He could just picture you wearing it, all dolled up just for him.

And then the thought turned back on him.

Now, how could he resist?

Your hands worked diligently on your project. Astarion pressed another kiss just below your ear, where he whispered, “Can you spare a moment, darling? I wish to show you something.”

You hum, taking in his words but too focused to answer. Once you find a good moment to stop, you set everything down and turn your head to look at him. “What is it, star?”

He grins deviously as he captures your lips, cupping your cheek and keeping you in place. He’d hate to spoil the surprise.

You look up at him in awe, all flushed with dilating pupils. “Where did you get this?”

“In any way you please, my love.”

You grab his hip and push lightly, telling him without words what you wanted him to do. He lifts himself onto the edge. You press a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Good boy.”

You step back to take him all in. Such a pretty little thing, all dressed up in someone else’s lingerie just for you.

He groans above you. “You’re going to kill me at this rate,” he whines.

“Gods, please,” he begs, voice airy. “Too tight. Too tight.”

Mercifully, you pull the lace down, freeing him from his prison and tucking it under his balls. His dick was hard and sensitive. A small bead of precum already shined at the head.

“Desperate?” you tease.

He glares down at you. “Excited,” he corrects sharply. “To have your pretty little mouth around me.”

And then you stand. He whines.

“Bedroom. I want to take you properly.”

His eyes never stray from you as he crawls back to the center of the bed. He swallows excitedly as you pull out a small container of oil. Truth be told, Astarion doesn’t bottom very often. It can bring back bad memories, of being used, but he enjoys this immensely, and he can’t wait to be fucked by you.

You pull away to kiss his neck, massaging his thigh and hip as you mark him up. “Such a good boy,” you whisper into his skin. He whines, pressing his head back into the bed. He loves your praise.

His cock is weeping and red with need when you pull away. You stand and make your way to the foot of the bed. “Back or stomach?”

Gods, thinking about either makes him keen. He has to bite his lip to form a coherent thought. “Stomach.”

“Flip over.”

He does immediately. He gets on his hands and knees, back arching in anticipation. His cock dribbles onto the sheets, but neither of you can care in this moment.

“Good?” you ask, pressing a light kiss over the reddening mark.

He nods frantically. “Don’t stop,” he whimpers.

You take your time to gently stretch him, adding one finger at a time and never going deep enough. At one point, you push your fingers as deep as they can go and he sobs into his arms.

When you think he’s ready, you slick yourself up with more oil, sitting up on your knees and grabbing onto his hips with both hands. He’s a mess, pressing into you against his will. He needs you inside him.

You coo sweetly to him. “Don’t worry, my love, I’ve got you. You’re so pretty like this.” You line up your dick with his asshole and slowly, so fucking slowly, push in. He groans and keens and makes all sorts of lovely noises. He grips at the bedsheets and squirms slightly as you fill him. “So fucking gorgeous. My good boy. So good.”

You still when your hips are flush with his ass. He whines and tries to press back again, but there’s nothing more to take. He is completely full of your cock.

You roll your hips and he gasps, babbling to beg you to move, to fuck him. You shush him as you slowly pull your cock almost all the way out, and press in again. There’s less resistance each time, until you can set a good pace without hurting him.

He moans and whines your name, gasping when you sharply thrust into him. The negligee slips down his body with the rocking motion until it pools around his chest and bunches at his shoulder blades.

A few more thrusts and his orgasm tears through him. He cums hard, body trembling and cock twitching as he finally finds the release he longed for, without hardly being touched.

His asshole clenches around you, squeezing your cock with each spurt of cum. You don’t stop fucking him until you orgasm, stuffing him with cum, buried deep inside his ass. You’re both panting, whimpering messes as you fill him, as he stains the blankets and coats his stomach. The negligee is just barely out of reach, unstained by just a hair.

When you’re both spent, you sit there a moment, catching your breath. You slowly ease out of him. He whimpers softly, but sighs contently once the pressure is gone. He can still feel your seed filling him up, starting to drip out as his stretched asshole clenches around nothing once more. His legs are unsteady, hands merely resting on the blankets instead of clutching for dear life.

You get up from the bed and go to the side to help him roll over and lay on his back without laying in his own spend. He clumsily finds your hand where you held his waist and holds it.

“Good?” you ask again. You push his matted curls from his forehead and kiss his brow. He nods against your lips. He still can’t quite find his words. You kiss his cheek. “Bath?”

He nods again, but holds tighter to your hand when you try to pull away. “Not yet,” he mumbles. He draws your hand up to his face, holding it to his cheek as he leans into it with a quiet sigh.

You press your head to his, kissing his temple and the length of his ear tenderly. “Take your time, my love. I’ll take care of you.”

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Hey Bestie! 💌

Ima Need A Stepdad!Harry OS Where Y/n Has A Halloween Party To Go To And She’s In A Cheesy Segsy Costume Matching With Her Guy Friend (Who Likes What She Does 🤭) Anyways He’s Waiting Downstairs While Y/n Is Getting Ready And And H Is So Jealous (Glaring At Him) While The Mom Is Complementing Them.. You Can Take It From Here 🥵😌🍿🍾

A/n: OH YOU GOT IT BABE! A quick 🎃Halloween🎃relevant piece. Wrote this fast, hope you like! 2k words

Warning: stepdad!Harry x stepdaughter!reader - if you don’t like this kind of thing turn away now. Smut, cheating totally inappropriate relationship between a stepdad and stepdaughter - barely proofread - sorry!

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You and some friends were going to a Halloween party. You dressed as a cat. A black body suite (that you realized was going to be a bitch when you needed to go to the bathroom and pull it down), tall black boots with a heel, a little tail attached to your bottom, a soft cat-ears head band, and some cute makeup to finish the look off. You put your hair in a high ponytail and felt cute.

Harry had been hovering. He kept passing by your bedroom to see what you were wearing and you kept ignoring him. He didn't say anything at first. But that was because your mom was home. He couldn't. You smiled at your reflection.

When Peter got to your house to pick you up Harry answered the door. He hadn't expected your friend to be a tall, athletic guy. Peter was nearly the same height as Harry but a little slimmer. Peter was dressed as Maverick from Top Gun. Aviator sunglasses on his head, a jumpsuit with patches and sleeves rolled up his forearms. Harry would have looked for an excuse to have you stay home if it weren't for your mother being there.

When you got downstairs you hugged Peter and your mom gushed over your costume and Peter's.

"Y/n! Look at you! Oh wow! I love this. And Peter! Are you Maverick?" Your mom smiled.

Peter nodded, "Yes ma'am." Polite. Harry hated him.

Harry didn't say a word as you both left. You knew Harry was pissed. But you weren't planning on doing anything with Peter. He wasn't your type. Though, you could recognize that Peter was into you.

The frat house was packed. Everyone was there. All your girlfriends, your guy friends, their significant others...

Peter got you a drink and you relaxed into the scene. Dancing, music, talking, more drinking. You didn't plan on getting drunk. You wanted to be able to wake up feeling normal the following morning.

You danced with Peter at one point. Nothing crazy, you didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. But it was a fast paced song and you were both just having fun.

Suddenly someone in a black track suit and ski mask grabbed you from behind, “Pardon us,” the masked man spoke to Peter as you were pulled away and taken down a hallway and pushed into a room.

You knew who it was. You could tell by his deep raspy voice and the tattoo on his hand. No one else would know, mostly because they hadn’t been paying any attention and all they would have seen would be two people dressed in costumes going down the hall to a bedroom.

Harry locked the door and when he turned around, you pulled the fabric from his head making his dark curls all messy.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You put your hands at your hips and squinted trying to convey a little attitude.

“I came to make sure your friend didn’t try anything. Looks like I got here just in time.” Harry began stepping toward you as you tried to stand your ground but he put his hands at your ribs, and began walking you backwards, “Were you gonna fuck him?”

Harry’s voice was stern and his grip on your ribs was brutal.

You shook your head, “Of course not! You’re such a jealous caveman, Harry! I’m not into Peter like that,” you put your hands up to his chest to stop him from walking you backwards when the back of your thighs hit the bed.

“Oh? Not into him like that? You mean you’re not a slut for anyone but me? Y'dressed like one,” Harry pushed you down into the bed, your bottom coming into contact with the comforter.

“Come on, Harry. You know I wouldn’t do anything with anyone else,” you grinned and looked up at him from your seated position.

“Do I? You walk out of the house dressed as a sexy kitten with polite Maverick boy and expect me to take your word for it?” Harry had the smallest quirk of his lip upward as he put his hands at the neck line of the thin black fabric of your bodysuit and began pushing the material down. Your boobs fell out from the stretchy cotton and Harry made a hissing sound as he continued dragging the fabric down your arms.

“Not even a fucking bra,” he shook his head when he pulled the top from your arms so that your torso and arms were completely bare, your bottom half still covered by the bodysuit.

You snickered at his comment, he’d sure be in for a surprise when he pulled the bodysuit down your legs to find you also weren’t wearing panties. You didn’t want panty lines showing under your costume.

“What’s funny here? Hmm?” Harry asks as he knees up onto the mattress and begins palming your tits.

You shook your head and gave him your sweetest eyes as you bit your lip before speaking, “Just glad you came here. Gonna fuck me Daddy? Or make me choke on your cock?”

Harry scoffed but the way he looked at you made you melt. He leaned in to kiss your lips and cupped your face with both hands. Licking into your mouth he pressed your back down into the mattress and he started to push his joggers down his legs.

When he leaned back to take his sweatshirt off you sat up a little so you could start taking your boots off. Harry swatted your hand away, "Just lie there like a good girl. Don't move." He kept his eyes on your boots as he began to pull the zipper down and remove each one.

Then he took the material from your jumpsuit into his hands and began pulling it down slowly. You could see his cock sticking out, hard and ridged. The tip smooth and ready to be inserted into you slick hole.

"Holy shit. Fucking little slut..." Harry groaned as he realized you also weren't wearing panties. You smiled at him as he removed the fabric from your legs and then he quickly pushed your thighs apart.

He smacked your inner thighs and groaned, "Tell me right now you didn't want him to fuck you. Be honest." Harry looked up at you, his pupils dark and nostrils flared.

Once again you shook your head, "I promise you, Daddy. I only want your big cock. No one else's will do."

Harry bit his lip and looked down at your pussy and in a shock, plunged three fingers deep inside of you with no preamble. He gave you deep and thick thrusts with his fingers and pressed you down into the bed.

He pulled his fingers out and grabbed your hips and rolled you to your tummy where he immediately proceeded to spank you with a searing ache. You grunted and whined into the comforter below at each strike. It hurt.

"How's your ass now? Feel that?" He spanked your cheek, the slap sounding into the room. You could feel the imprint of his rings on your skin.

"Hurts! I'm sorry, Daddy!" You whimpered and then he stopped, rubbing his hands over your backside before putting his fingers back inside of your pussy again, thrusting deep and hard and making your squirm.

When he removed his fingers you felt the bed dipping as Harry positioned himself over you. He spread his thighs and placed them on either side of your hips, putting his cock through your folds. He put a hand down on your neck, keeping your the side of your face down into the bed and suddenly plunged his cock deep into your cunt.

You gasped when he began railing you hard. His balls thudding into your skin as he fucked down into you, keeping you hips angled up just enough that he could reach deep inside your pussy and make it ache.

The bed squeaked and creaked under the weight of two adults fucking on the spring mattress. Harry's dick pushed into your walls fast and pulled back until he was out to the tip, before slamming back into you.

You could hear him grunting and panting in breathy moans when he'd slick himself in balls deep. With his hand holding your neck down and his thighs working into you hard you gurgled and grunted as you drooled, your cheek that was pushed into the blanket was wet from the moisture that had poured from your mouth.

"Little girl wants to act like a whore, she's gonna get fucked like a whore," Harry groaned and gritted his teeth as he spoke. The sound of his cock getting soaked by your pussy was in rhythm with the way he was fucking into you.

You couldn't answer or respond because your mouth was wide open and face pressed into the bed. You could only moan and gurgle sounds out as your insides were being pushed apart with Harry's thick cock.

"What was that? Oh you can't speak can you? Good. I don't want to hear your excuses." Harry spanked your ass again, a harsh smack onto each cheek as he sloppily pushed in and pulled out of you when he began to feel his own orgasm near.

You happily allowed him to use your pussy for what he wanted. You just wanted to be his fuck doll in that moment. You weren't going to come. It felt so good having him slip in and out of you, but even better was that he got to enjoy it and just hearing the way he was breathing and panting made you feel powerful. Powerful to know you made him hard, made him moan, made him come.

And when he started to throb and pulse into your hot pussy he let out a loud breathy moan and he stilled his hips and released inside of you. He poured his sperm into you and then he began to press into you then pulling his cock all the way out, spreading your cheeks so he could watch his come dripping from you and then he plunged back in again to fuck his come back into you.

"Need Daddy's come in there, don't you? Need it to soak in there and keep you all filled."

Harry pulled out and smacked your ass again and you lifted your head when he finally took his hand from your neck and you moaned, turning your body to look at him as he put his tracksuit back on. You watched him get himself dressed and he paused and looked at you.

"Put your slutty kitten suit back on. Not gonna just let you lie here naked for anyone out there to see."

You nodded and put your bodysuit back on then your boots. You sat in a daze at the edge of the bed and Harry walked in front of you, bending at the waist so he could look you in the eyes.

He licked his thumb and ran the wetted pad under your eyes and near your nose, over your cheek, "Mascara is smeared everywhere," he mumbled as he wiped your face with a hint of a smile.

You smiled at him as he cleaned you up and then he grabbed your hand to help you stand.

You both exited the bedroom after Harry put his ski mask back on so no one would know who'd just given you a good dicking (if they had heard anything). You didn't want anyone to know your stepdad was fucking you.

Part of you expected him to leave after that and then you'd stay at the party, but you shouldn't have been surprised when he pulled you out the front door and made you get into the car with him, "Not leaving you here with my come dripping out of your pussy, dressed like that," he whispered as he got you seated in the passenger side. You looked at him with a half smile and Harry licked his lips, "You're my little Halloween kitten, not Peter's. Let's get you home now."

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