#heartbeat higher than the sky !

[apocalypseornaw]

Things Happen

Dean Winchester x Reader

When you and Dean get hit with a powder on a hunt you're not sure what's gonna happen until you get stuck in an elevator

It's smut yall

It all happened so fast. One minute you, Sam and Dean were chasing a witch through an old warehouse the next she'd turned, throwing an orange, fruity scented powder all over you and Dean just as Sam got the kill shot.

Your eyes met Dean's as both of you were struck with the realization something was wrong. You could hear your own heartbeat, every inch of your body felt like it was on fire and you were acutely aware of the green eyed hunter clenching his jaw tightly against his own pain to ask if you were ok.

“What the hell is this Sam?” You asked, turning to look at the younger Winchester who'd smartly stood a few feet away from the two of you. “I have no idea” the fire that had been contained on your skin chose that moment to rip through your stomach, nearly making you double over. Dean rushed to your side but the moment his hand touched your back it only made the fire worsen, a groan escaping his lips as well.

“You two go back to the hotel. I'll call Rowena in and we'll figure it out” you glanced over at Dean who nodded “Yeah, ok Sammy. Just watch your back until red gets here”

Every bump the impala hit shot straight through you. Every nerve ending was on fire and the heat between your thighs was getting worse with every passing moment. It took everything you had to concentrate on anything besides the movements of Dean's fingers on the steering wheel. The thought of those fingers on you, his hands splayed across your body, those damn lips of his tasting your skin. What the hell was going on with you?

You'd always been attracted to Dean, you had eyes. He was a gorgeous man, sweet, caring and no matter how he saw himself a truly good person at his core. You had feelings for him beyond friendship but had never once considered acting on them yet now the only thought you had was what would he feel like inside of you?

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Dean was trying to concentrate on the road, clenching every muscle in his jaw hard enough there was a chance he'd cracked a tooth. The fruity scent of that powder still clung to the air but under it he could smell you. The shampoo you preferred, the scented lotion you loved. Every damn bump he hit a low moan would slip from you and his cock would twitch at the sound.

You were a beautiful woman, an amazing hunter and one of the most important people to him. He'd always wanted you, wanted more but wouldn't risk it yet now all he could imagine was having you underneath him.

You followed Dean into the hotel about the time a loud crack of thunder went through the sky and what seemed like hell itself unleashed. “Fucking tsunami” Dean muttered, heading for the elevator.

You stepped in behind him, shaking slightly. Your legs felt like they were made of jello at that point. Your heart rate was higher than it normally was on hunts and you were certain the slick from your core was dripping down your legs at that point. You fell back against the wall, taking deep breaths and trying to ignore Dean's breathing.

You closed your eyes when the elevator began to move but it only went six floors then screeched to a halt. Your eyes flew open “Dean?” He shrugged “I'm trying sweetheart, I'm trying” he was hitting the emergency call button repeatedly.

You slid down to the floor, sitting with your knees drawn up to your chest in hopes to soothe the ache throbbing through you. You vaguely heard Dean curse something about a rolling blackout but couldn't care less. The fire, the heat, everything was starting to hurt. You had to get a release “Dean?”

You knew you sounded wrecked but you didn't care you needed it, you needed him. He knelt in front of you and one look in his eyes told you he was barely hanging on himself “I want you” you whispered and he groaned “Sweetheart, baby please don't say that”

You looked up at him and he swallowed hard “I'm barely hanging on here” you leaned forward “Then let go” the moment his lips crashed into yours the heat roared back to life.

Everything in you was screaming that this was Dean, your best friend, your best friend who had never shown interest in you but it didn't matter because if you didn't do something for relief you'd die here in this elevator.

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Dean grabbed your ankle and gave a tug, pulling you down onto your back where he could move to be between your legs. Hovering over you he took a few deep breath “Sweetheart” you shook your head “Shut up” 

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When you pulled him back into another kiss, hooking your legs around his waist Dean felt what resolve he had crumple. Whatever was happening it demanded you. It craved you and he was powerless to fight it.  His hands went to the hem of your shirt and you broke the kiss long enough to snatch it off and throw it. His lips went from yours, down your neck then he started to kiss down your chest “I need more Dean, fuck it hurts and I need more”

He knew what you meant. He was hurting. His cock was harder than it'd ever been and the fire, fuck the fire nipping through his body. He had to help you first, had to get you somewhat level headed. He nodded then lowered his lips to your stomach.

He used one hand to unsnap your jeans and then slipped it inside, he moaned into your skin at the feeling of the warm moisture he found seeping from your pussy. You were soaked and responsive to the point that a barely there flicker of his fingers made your back arch off the floor. “Please”

He freed your body of your boots and jeans faster than he'd ever undressed himself even. He took a moment to sit back on his heels and look at you. A brief moment of clarity telling him to stop this, he could handle the pain but what if you regretted him when this was over? “Dean it hurts please help me” you begged and that was all it took. He licked into you in one fluid motion and your fingers tangled in his hair “Yes, fuck Dean”

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Dean began to work you towards an orgasm, flicking his tongue against your clit while he added a finger, curling it up to hit that spot inside of you. The pleasure began to push back against the pain and you found yourself unashamed as you ground your hips down against Dean's face. Your moans urged him on and when he shifted just slightly that blinding heat gave way to pleasure. He worked you through the orgasm and you could feel the pain roll back a bit.

When you became too sensitive you weakly shoved at his head. He pulled away and smiled up at you “Feeling better?” You nodded “Wanna take those jeans off?” His smile slipped into a grin “Yes ma'am”

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Dean slipped his jeans, shirt and boots off before tucking his shirt under your head as a makeshift pillow. Even if this was something pushing you two to do this he was going to make you as comfortable as possible. His hand shook slightly and he wasn't sure of the cause of it but you underneath him, all spread out and begging made that heat roar to life. 

He held your eyes as he slipped into you, both of you groaning at the feeling. Once he was fully inside of you he stilled, his muscles shaking with the urge to take you hard and fast. He could fight this enough to be gentle, to make it amazing for you. It was the only hope he had for you to not hate him when you were both clear headed.

Your eyes focused on him and you smiled “Fuck me Dean, please” he caught your lips in a hungry kiss “Oh sweetheart you're gonna be the death of me” 

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Dean buried his face in your neck as his thrusts got harder and deeper. You were so close to that edge you just needed a little more. Without you having to say anything Dean slipped a hand between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your back arched, pressing your breasts up into his chest as you came with a loud moan of his name. 

Once your vision cleared a bit you could feel Dean holding back. He needed to come, he needed that release from the heat, the pain. “Come for me Dean. Please” you begged, tightening your grip on his shoulders and spreading your legs further to give him deeper access.

You could feel his thrusts get harder and knew he was close. He pulled his face up to catch his lips in a kiss. You poured everything you'd always felt into the kiss, trying to tell him you'd wanted this for years that it wasn't just magical shit forcing the two of you to do this. You wanted Dean, you wanted to feel him come inside of you, you wanted to be his.

He groaned into your mouth as he slammed into you one final time and you felt him come filling you up.

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You lay there for a few moments, Dean's now softening cock still inside of you as you both worked to get your breathing back to normal. Both of your heads were cleared now, the effects having worn off. 

“Dean I..” your words were cut off by Dean's phone ringing. He pulled out of you gently before retrieving his phone. You could only hear his end which consisted of “Yeah we figured that out….just what it sounds like Sam…..what?...That's not..yeah ok…. I know….I know”

He hung up then looked at you where you were now slowly slipping back into your clothes. He did the same but when you started to tie your boots he knelt down and tied them for you. Neither of you had spoken the last few minutes.

When he stood up he reached for your hand and you gave it to him. He pulled you into his chest, wrapping both arms around you “Sweetheart” yet again the two of you were interrupted by the elevator choosing that moment to start working again.

You stayed in Dean's arms until you reached the tenth floor. You stepped off first and he watched you carefully. What was going through his head? What was going through yours? You'd figured out it was sex pollen. A few hunters had run across different variants but the cure was always to fuck it out your system. It was never meant to kill but would if you didn't give in.

You stepped off the elevator first and Dean walked off behind you. You headed for the conjoined rooms you, him and Sam had gotten. You could feel the heat from him at your back but this time it was a very human feeling.

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You unlocked the door to your room and was about to step inside when Dean's hand grabbed your arm. You looked at him and he took a deep breath “That was..” “Sex pollen, I know. I know that's why that happened” 

He shook his head “No, sweetheart you don't. The pollen may have caused it but it wasn't just the pollen”

“What are you saying Dean?” You asked pulling your arm away from him to cross it over your other arm. “I'm saying I tried to hold off as long as I could because of how much I care about you, how long I've wanted to do that. I just, I hope you don't hate me now”

You shook your head “I couldn't hate you for us saving both our lives. I couldn't hate you for anything, I care about you way too much”  he half smiled “Care about me like you care about Sam or?” You cut him off by pressing a quick kiss to his lips. 

You stepped back and shrugged “Care about you like if you want to try this between us for real I wouldn't be opposed to it” a grin slipped onto his face “I want you for a lot longer than a day or two” you returned his grin “Good cause it's gonna take a long time for me to get sick of you” 

Before you could say anything else Dean stepped closer and picked you up, his hands bracing under your thighs. You gasped lightly and he grinned “Sometimes witches aren't too bad I guess, if they got me you”  you laughed "Oh shut up and take me inside"

#dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x female!reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction

[astroboots]

EVERY YOU EVERY ME: ISSUE #4

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: Miguel O'Hara saves you from falling off the Chrysler building for a second time, and he's not very happy about it.

Word count: 4,400 words.

Content: Slow burn so slow we're getting a reverse speeding ticket, Spidey-boy has a lot of emotions and really needs therapy, he also swears a lot, tiny speck of angst.

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It's shocking how fast the ground approaches from a height of 72 stories. You always imagined it would take longer given the distance. In movies, the freefall is always captured in a hypnotizing slow motion, but real gravity is brutal and unforgiving.

This time, as you fall through the sky, you don’t see the New York concrete grow wider or nearer. All you see is the vast gap between you and the crystal blue sky rapidly pulling away from you. The buildings looming higher with every second. The blinding sun reflected in the thousands and thousands of glaring windows towering above.

You can't feel your heartbeat or the wind beating against your face. There should be panic. But at the sight of familiar inky-blue piercing through your view, an eerie calm takes over until a comforting numb spreads through your limbs.

Call it misguided naivety. No one should ever place this much trust with their life on a stranger they don't even know to come and save them.

But misguided or not, there's no fear in you this time around. You don't think about how you are plummeting down to your death. Not when you see him speeding after you. Diving head-first into the vast empty space as he closes the distance between you, hand outstretched, reaching for you.

His hand catches around your wrist in mid-air. It's a firm grip like he never means to let go. He reels you in until you're defying gravity, gliding up through the air to meet him until he can wrap his arms around you.

Everything decelerates. The reflection of the rows and rows of windows no longer flashing by. It's a gentle descent as the breeze flows pleasantly through your hair, and if you don't think too hard about how you can't control the direction of movement, you can almost believe you’re flying.

The landing is gentle. He sets you on your feet with such great care that it takes you a second to adjust to the feeling of firm concrete beneath your soles.

Once again, you find yourself standing face to face with the masked superhero who has saved your life more times than you can count on both hands.

You crane your neck to meet his gaze, head tilting upwards until your neck strains, and it strikes you that you've forgotten how tall he was. His head tips down, the dark outline of his masked eyes staring down at you, and it makes the hair on the nape of your neck prickle.

Say something. 

You rack your brain, trying to remember all the questions you had meticulously written down in the notepad hidden in your desk as you planned for this very moment. But they’re missing, wiped cleanly from your mind now that he's here in front of you. Your mouth parts, trying to remember how to use your vocal cords again.

Before you find it, the blue fabric recedes until it reveals his face again. You're met with cutting eyes that glow an otherworldly crimson and the bared sharp canine teeth of a predator as he growls at you. 

"What the hell were you thinking?!" 

The low rumble of his words scrapes down your spine and locks you in a fight or flight response. Except you're doing neither. Fixed in place, unable to move.

One of his hands reaches up to pull at his hair in frustration, as he starts to mumble to himself. He's tugging it so hard you think he's going to yank them out by the roots.

"I can’t believe you! Me estás matando. Casi me da un ataque cardíaco–"

You blink up at him dimly, confused until you realize that he's broken into Spanish. But he's speaking too low and too fast. You can only make out about half of it.

"–No puedo más! I am dying of stress. You're impossible! I turn away for one second…” 

One sentence flows directly into the next without stopping for a single breath, and you're surprised he doesn't go lightheaded from lack of oxygen with how long he goes on.

You raise your hand slightly, reminiscent of a gesture you used to pull in school when you wanted to get the teacher's attention to ask a question. But he doesn't notice. Doesn’t even throw a glance in your direction.

“... and you go Anna Karenina on me. I can't with you, I can't, I can't–"

You try to follow along, looking for an appropriate break in his rant to get a word in edgewise. But like the line of tourists lining up for the Statue of liberty, there doesn't seem to be an end in sight. As rude as it is, the only thing you can think of is clearing your throat, loudly, trying to draw attention to yourself, but that's soundly ignored as well.

"Me vas a sacar canas verdes–-"

One broad hand covers his face as if he's trying to scrub away the beginnings of a migraine, and he keeps going.

Listening to him makes you feel like a child on the receiving end of a scolding by an exasperated parent. Any lingering thread of fear or intimidation gives way to irritation at this man who is so subsumed by his tirade that he doesn't even seem to be aware of your presence, not three feet away from him.

"–Siempre haces esto, una y otra y otra vez–"

You don't know exactly how long he’s been going on for by now, but you know that it's long. You could even swear the shadow by your feet has shifted to the opposite end of the patch of concrete at your feet in the time he’s been talking.

"Well? Aren't you going to say anything?" he asks, apparently finally done. He stands there, arms crossed, with a condescending set to his jaw as he looks down on you.

And god, where to even start with this man? You have enough material about his difficult and avoidant behavior to make a powerpoint presentation out of it. You should block out the boardroom for three whole hours and hold a Q&A after.

How, if he had just spoken to you after you left him not one, not two, but several requests to meet with him, then things could have ended up a lot more civilized.

How, if he hadn't been hiding from you this whole time—gaslighting you— you wouldn't have had to spend over $200 on budget DIY spy crap (in this economy!) on an utterly wasted attempt to catch him. And, to add insult to injury, you’re sure you are never going to use any of that stuff ever again!

How, if he hadn't been talking non-stop and had the self-awareness to take a second to observe others, he'd have realized that you had plenty of things to say to him, if only he had paused long enough to let you.

But somehow in the face of his expectant expression, all that comes out of your mouth is, "I don't know what you want me to say."

His face falls. There's a split second of disappointment, raw and anguished, that flitters across his face. Then it's gone as quickly as it appeared, and he turns away from you. Whatever he was expecting from you, that was obviously not it.

When he speaks again, his voice has turned calm and quiet. He almost sounds resigned.

"Yeah. I don't know either." 

There's a sluggish, awkward silence that lingers on the three feet of concrete stretched between the two of you. The echo of traffic below, the cab horns and chatter swarms the space. After everything that’s happened, it all feels very anti-climatic somehow.

"Can you take me back to my apartment and we can talk? I have coffee. Cake too," you say, trying to break the silence.

"I don't drink coffee." His tone is curt, severing the olive branch you were trying to extend with a sharp snap, and your shoulders sag in defeat and disappointment. But then his face tips back in your direction and meets your eyes. The line of his mouth twitches as if he’s war with himself. 

"But I'll have some cake," he concedes. 

Had you known that a superhero was coming over for a visit, you'd probably have done a better job of cleaning up and making the place presentable.

You would have put away the heap of unfolded, wrinkly laundry that's piled up on your bed, granny panties in full sight. Would have washed the dirty dishes stacked up in your sink like a dangerous game of porcelain Jenga. Or at least cleared out the sad looking take out box where your half-eaten pizza is still resting in a greased up spot on the table.

Still, you're not sure how impressed he would be even if you had. Your studio apartment is a standard size for NYC, meaning in most other places it would be classified as a closet. With his height, he has to duck to make it through the threshold of your door and can barely stand upright without banging his head against the ceiling. It’s ironic that the window entrance is probably less hazardous for him.

You get him a plate of cake and set it on the table in front of him, delicately placing the dessert fork on the side.

"Sorry, I don't have any cookies for you today, just coffee cake."

The sight of him sitting hunched over your Ingatorp IKEA dining table is slightly comical. The table looks like a miniature doll set against his broad frame, and as he picks up the small dessert fork in his large hand, that only adds to the absurdity of the situation. He looks like he’s playing at having a tea party with a child’s play tea set. 

You sit down across from him, watching him intently, trying to gather the nerve to ask the questions you've been dying to ask since this all started. But you're hesitant and fumbling, stumbling on your words like an idiot, "Uhm, so I wanted to ask if you– if you knew why all of this is happening to–"

"No."

You frown at his interruption. "You didn't let me finish," you protest.

He leans back against his chair, waving away your protests dismissively into the air. "I didn't need you to. The answer is no. Next question."

You bite down on your lip to stave off the curse stuck in your throat, trying to force its way out. You hold it. Stemming the tide, as you focus on the task at hand.

"Who are you?"

His head tilts to the side at your question, as his hand draws up and gestures vaguely over the spider emblem of his costume draped over his chest. "Isn't it obvious?" he snarkily responds, "I'm Spiderman"

Great, he's a rude and sassy superhero. You narrow your eyes at him

"You're not the Spiderman I know of."

He doesn't respond to that. Just glares down at the cake as he pierces it with a sharp stab of the fork, making the porcelain underneath clank. Then he scoops a large spoonful and shovels it into his mouth.

God, who eats cake so angrily?

"Why did you save–" you start, but he holds up one finger, motioning for you to pause. 

He cleaves off another piece of cake and shoves it into his mouth, chewing slowly. You watch as he beats the Guinness record of slowest chewer across the table from you, before you finally get to repeat your question.

"Why do you keep saving me?"

"I'm a superhero. I save people. It's what I do."

Bright irritation pings through you at his sarcastic attitude. 

This is like playing the world's shittiest game of 20 Questions, except here the whole goal of the game is to see whose sanity cracks first.

Naively, you had thought that being able to sit down with him in person would mean you could finally start getting some answers. You hadn't been expecting the need to deploy strategic maneuvers, and you pause, taking your time before you speak. 

You need to pick a question he won't be able to evade. You think back at the footage of the nanny-cam, that time he carried you to bed. The worry when you weren't where he expected you to be. The over-familiarity that seeps out of his every action with you as if he already knows you and that the last thing you heard as you fell off the ledge was his voice calling out your name.

"How did you know my name?" you finally ask him.

His back stiffens at the question, jaw grinding down until the small muscle there flexes with irritation.

"I don't."

Liar.

"You called my name when I fell," you remind him.

This time instead of answering, he slides the now empty plate at you across the table.

"Can I have another slice?"

You frown. It's an obvious ploy to buy himself some time to avoid answering your question. But you can't deny his request either.

With a sigh, you push away your chair to bring the plate to the counter. You cut up an obscenely big slice so that he won't be able to use this as an excuse a second time.

Turning back around, you find that the gluttonous self-proclaimed Spiderman is pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks a little worse for wear, a pained expression etched into those tightly knitted brows.

"Are you okay?" you ask, concerned.

"No. I–" He breaks off, his broad palm gripping the back of the chair, and you notice a slight tremor in his fingers. "Something’s wrong." 

He pushes the chair back, trying to get to his feet, but to your surprise, he stumbles and sways. 

He seems just as surprised as you are at his newfound lack of coordination. 

"What the–" He looks down on his feet with concentrated effort. Then he takes another step. It's wobblier than the one before, his knee giving way, and his arm shoots out to grip at the edge of your table for balance.

Alarm bells start to go off in your head. You don't understand what's happening, but he's definitely right, something is wrong. A man that can gracefully scale down the Chrysler building from 72 floors down shouldn't be struggling this much just to take two steps back in your living room.

"Maybe you should sit back down," you suggest, looking up at him. There’s a slight sheen of perspiration that's settled on his forehead. The beginnings of a rosy flush tinting his cheeks. "Do you have any food allergies?"

"No. I don't. No. Super metabolism kind of cuts down on that sort of–” he’s stumbling over his words, each syllable slurred on his tongue, as he shakes his head at you. “No, no allergies. No food sensitivities of any kind except...."

He glares around wildly and his eyes land on the remaining slice of cake perched on your kitchen counter. 

"Did you put fucking coffee in that cake?!?!"

“"Yes?” You whip around, and look at the cake on your counter, not understanding the relevance of his question. “I mean... It's a coffee cake? I told you that!" 

You push aside your growing panic as you try to remember if the EpiPen stored away in your kitchen cupboard is past its expiration.

"You didn't tell me there was coffee in it!"

Is he serious?

"I said ‘coffee cake’! What else would be in there? It's in the name," you snap. 

And god, you can't believe this is what you're arguing with him about at this moment.

"Okay, yeah," he concedes testily, "but coffee cake is its own thing too! Isn’t coffee cake just… cake... that you, like... serve with coffee? It doesn't have coffee in it! Why the fuck does it have coffee in it?"

Does the man even hear himself? You're trying to figure out if you need to call an ambulance, and he is arguing with you on the technicalities of what constitutes coffee cake.

"Okay, wait, but are you dying?" you ask, trying to stay calm despite the pandemonium of panic ringing in your head. 

"No! I'm just intoxitac– intocita– intoshica– I'm just fucking drunk okay!?" he spits out.

Your brain stalls at his statement. Intoxicated!? When did he have time to drink? He seemed fine just a few minutes ago, but now he's slurring and about to topple over.

"You're drunk? How–"

"Spiders get drunk on coffee," he interrupts, and the flush on his cheek deepens to a deep alarming red. If you didn't know better, you'd almost think he was blushing.

"Okay, let's sit you down." You rush over, rounding your dining table as you reach for him.

At the sight of your extended hands, his eyes widen in alarm, He steps back from you, eyeing you like you're something dangerous.

"No. No, I'm–" he takes another step backwards, flinging himself away from your touch, but loses his footing in the process. He tilts over, hand grappling for the edge of the table as he goes, but instead of the edge he manages to take the cake plate with him on the way down.

There's a clank of shattered porcelain, followed by the loud thud of his body hitting the ground.

With the large size of him in your tiny studio apartment and the breaking of porcelain left and right, this feels like the idiom of a bull running wild in a China shop, come to life.

You reach out your hand to help him get up, but he doesn't acknowledge it, anchoring his elbow to the floor for leverage, only to wobble and fall flat against his back again with an angry curse.

Why is he so goddamned stubborn? 

You glance down at him, this gigantic man that is lying sprawled out on the floor with the gravitas of a turtle trapped on its back. He's so huge that he's eating up half of the floor space of your entire home. If he doesn’t get up, you won't be able to take two steps without accidentally stepping on him.

Shaking your head in disbelief at the ridiculousness of the situation, you hunch down on your knees beside him.

There's hesitation etched in those otherworldly crimson eyes as you come near. But as much as he's scowling at you, baring his fangs and trying to look scary, there isn't much he can do from the floor.

"Let me help you," you insist, "let's get you in bed until it wears off. I can't have you passed out on my floor like this."

He takes your outstretched hand, and you pull backwards, trying to bring him up with you. Between the two of you, you manage to get him on his feet again. Barely. 

Whoa.

You crane your head up, up, up til you meet his eyes. Yup, the man is still huge. Must be damn near 7 feet tall and heavy, and you quickly realize there's not much you can do but try to steer so that he falls in the direction of your bed.

Somehow you manage to shepherd him in the right direction, until his knees hit the edges of your bed. He lands with a dramatic thud and you hear your bed frame groan in protest. 

“Do you need anything?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer you. His broad arm drapes over his eyes, blocking you out. 

You sigh, turning on your heels to clean up the mess of coffee cake and broken plates off your floor.

You barely manage to finish sweeping up the floor before you hear soft snoring filling your home.

Knock-off Spiderman is sound asleep, his large shape curled up on your mattress, entirely still.

You settle yourself back at the dining table, eating the leftover coffee cake as you pull up a book on your phone and wait for him to wake.

This was not how you had imagined your first extended interaction would turn out.

Honestly, you can't make sense of any of your interactions with him. How he's constantly avoiding you, yet can't seem to stay away and routinely checks in on you.

How he acts overly familiar in one instance and excessively rude and put off by you the next.

Maybe you remind him of someone else... Maybe even an ex? It feels weird to speculate, but it would explain a lot of things. His belligerent attitude towards you. The way he looks at you with eyes full of resentment, even as he's saving you from certain death. That look in his eyes like he knows you, even though you've never met him.

It doesn't explain how he knows your name though.

From the bed, you can hear him stir, shifting against the mattress with a quiet groan muffled into your pillow. He's softly murmuring something that you can't quite make out, and then he turns in his sleep again, making a pained noise that makes worry squeeze tight in your chest.

Maybe letting him sleep it off wasn't the brightest idea you've had. You probably should've called for the ambulance as soon as he showed physical signs of distress.

You're not a biologist. You don't know how a hybrid spider-human’s physiology works.

What if he's not just drunk? Whoever heard of coffee making someone drunk! And how could it affect him so quickly? There was barely a minute between him stuffing his face and falling all over the place. Some quick, panicked googling confirms that coffee makes spiders a kind of drunk, but it doesn’t say if it’s outright toxic to them.

Oh fuck, what if he's dying!? Oh god, what if a superhero dies in your bed? How will you explain this to your landlord? Or the police! “I fed him coffee cake, and it killed him, officer.” Right, that’s going to go over like a lead balloon! It’ll probably look like you poisoned him. TMZ will be swarming the place. You'll be classified as a supervillain.

Setting down the book, you make your way over to sit on the edge of your bed. You lean over his sleeping form and peer down at him, checking for any signs of physical distress.

That red flush from earlier is still riding high on his cheeks, looking like the beginnings of a fever. You reach out your hand to rest it on his forehead to check his temperature.

Warm.

He stirs at the touch, turning his face and practically nuzzles into your palm. It’s almost endearing as he buries his sharp nose into your wrist.

You hold your breath, worried that exhaling would be loud enough to wake him as you gaze down on him. Up close like this, when he's not being rude, and stubborn and defensive, he's... quite attractive.

He has the kind of sculpted face that Hollywood dreams are made of, angular jaw and a prominent nose that makes him look regal. Not to mention those chiselled cheeks of his are a fucking marvel to look at. But more than that, curled up asleep in your bed, there’s a gentle softness to his features that hadn’t been noticeable when he was awake.  

Now that  he’s not frowning down at you and the line of his mouth isn’t pulled into an angry snarl, you can see that his lips are full and luscious, delicate even. His heavy brows look less intimidating now that his face has relaxed from its perpetual scowl. 

He looks... soft, somehow.

There's a spark of something heated in your veins that has you feeling flushed and warm. You have to turn your eyes, shaking your head and tutting at yourself, because you’re creeping on the drunk guy passed out on your bed, and it’s not a good look on you. 

The commotion makes him stir, his eyes blink softly open. He looks up at you, with half-lidded eyes, and it's different from how he's looked at you up until now. His gaze is still so…. soft.

"Nena," he says quietly.

Your cheeks warm at the warmth in his voice , and you gently pull your hand away from his forehead.

"Sorry, I was just checking if you were okay," you explain awkwardly as you start to back away from him, sliding your knee along the mattress to climb off the bed.

At your movement, he darts upright into a seated position and pulls you to him, clinging onto every inch of you as he buries his face to your side. 

“Don't go,” he murmurs into your neck. His voice is trembling, and you can feel the panic radiating from him as the grip he has on you tightens until it’s bruising.  

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he says, keeps repeating it. You don’t know what he’s apologizing for but the guilt and sadness in his voice tugs at something deep inside your chest. 

Nena, he said, and you realize that even though you're the one he's holding in this moment, he's not talking to you. He thinks you're someone else.

"Please don't leave me again. I-I can't–" he chokes out the words into the hollow of your throat where he's pressed his face tight into your skin. You can't help but notice the damp wetness that gathers there. "I'm trying, but I can't– I don't know how to do this without you."

The words are raw in his throat, and despite your confusion, your chest squeezes tight with a sympathetic ache at the man's obvious heartbreak.

You don't know what's going on here or who he thinks you are. The only thing you know is that you want to make him feel better. To make his hurt a little less painful. To make the consuming guilt you can hear in his voice a little bit smaller. 

"It's okay," you say. 

What the it refers to, you have no idea. But the least you can do is to give the man who has saved your life over and over, a tiny crumb of comfort.

You return his embrace, circling an arm around his shoulder, matching the tightness with which he’s holding you. Your other hand slides into his hair and he shivers at the touch, face burying deeper into your neck.

"I'll protect you,” he murmurs into your skin, “I can do better this time. Keep you safe. I promise.”

"It's okay. It’s okay. I’m already safe," you reassure him, giving him the only truth you know for sure in this moment, "You saved me."

~ Next Issue

Dedication & Credits: as always to my collaborator on this series, who helps me brainstorm, write, edit and beta-read and everything in between and over with this series. This exists because of her, and I am so grateful to her. The hours I spend shouting into her DMs and bother her on the daily since this series infected my mind. You guys don't know what I put poor @thirstworldproblemss through.

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Author's note: the Spanish in this chapter has been left untranslated on purpose, so that it's left ambiguous whether reader speak/understand Spanish. The idea is that if you as a reader understand it, then so does the reader, and vice versa 🥰

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[outsideratheart]

Bees land on the prettiest flowers (Lia Wälti x reader)

A/N: A Lia fic? You’re just a surprised as I am. Also, 10 points to the first person that can tell what tv show a scene in the fic is from.

After the rush of the summer that was the World Cup and the devastation that came with crashing out the champions league before it even began, you found the air around Adidas' HQ in Germany quite refreshing. It would be your home for the next couple of weeks as you and the rest of the team focus on preparing for the upcoming season.

You had a plan this year, one which you was determined to follow if you stayed healthy. Something that wasn't part of this plan was Lia Walti. 

The swiss woman caught your eye the moment she step foot in Colney yet despite the encouragement you got from your team mates and the urge to ask her out, you couldn't, in fact you would go so far as to say you bailed at every opportunity. By the time you were ready it was too late because she started dating Caitlin and you knew you couldn't let your selfishness get in the way of her happiness. It’s why you put Lia in the what if box in your head and sealed it shut. Only now the light started to shine through the box and the reason for that was because Lia and Caitlin had broken up.

It seemed that the higher powers had given you another chance but a lot had changed over the past couple of years. You and your heart wasn't the same and you weren't sure if you were ready to care about someone on a deep level.

A knock on the door brought you out of your daydreaming and as you opened it you saw Lia stood on the other side with a nervous expression on her face.

"Hello you, come in" you step aside allowing enough space for the Swiss to enter.

"Actually I was hoping you'd come out"

You both knew what she meant but the way she phrased it causes you both to burst into laughter. Once you both catch you breath Lia rephrases her sentence.

"Would you like to go for a walk with me?" Lia asks still standing on the threshold.

Her intentions wasn’t clear but you couldn’t turn down one on one time with her. The feelings that you once felt were still there, they were simply buried down deep. 

“Sure, let me grab a hoodie and we’ll go”

“There’s no need for a hoodie. I haven’t got one” 

That she hadn’t. Lia was dress is a pair of sweatshorts and a tank top. If her attire was anything to go by then it was a nice evening outside. 

The weather was perfect. Not too warm but not too hot. The sky was pink but turning into a burnt orange and here you were with one of the most beautiful girls you have ever met. It made you wonder what you did in your past life that allowed to have a moment like this. 

You walked past the pool saying hi the players that were watching a movie. Those on the loungers knew better than to tease you so they left you be but made a mental note to ask you about it later. 

You knew Lia well almost too well because as you walked you saw her chest rise and fall but it would hitch before it falls, she was hesitating. Another tell of this was the way she opened and closed her mouth unaware that you could see the action out the corner of your eye. 

It is when you walked through the perfectly maintained garden area that you decide to confront her about it. You could smell the fresh roses and you got distracted by the bright colours of each flower but it only lasted a second then your attention returns to Lia. 

“What going on that head of yours?” You ask as you both stand admiring the lilies.  

Lia is about to respond but the buzzing of a bee causes you to freeze. Your heartbeat doubles in pace as you watch the yellow and black insect land on her exposed chest. 

“Don’t move. Stand still” you beg her. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” 

Lia follows your eyes which are fixed on her chest. There she sees the reason for you concern yet she doesn’t have the same response. This alone lets her swat away the bee with no hesitation. 

“No! Don’t do that” the desperation in your voice and the panic in your eyes scares Lia more than the possibility of a bee sting. 

“It’s only a bee” 

Lia’s actions had clearly agitated the insect and you hear a buzz at a high volume before it flew away. 

“Ow” Lia says calmly.

“Are you ok? Can you breathe?” You asked her but it was your shortness of breathe that was an issue. 

“It’s only a sting”

“Are you sure?”

Fear consumes you as memories of the past flood your mind. Your chest feels like it’s on fire and you try and fail to bring your breathing back to a steady pace. 

Lia can tell immediately that something is very wrong. In hopes of calming you down she takes your hand and holds it over the sting on her chest. She then takes her own hand holds it over your chest. It forms a connection between the two of you. 

“I’m ok Y/N. It’s just a bee”

“Don’t say that!” Your concern was replaced with anger because Lia refused to see the severity of the situation “go get checked out by the doctor. Now” 

You felt helpless and you knew you were no longer in control of your emotions. You needed to leave even if your heart wanted to stay with Lia. 

The Swiss had no option other than to watch you walk away. She wanted to go after you but your words are loud in her head. She knew it was best for her to go see the team doctor.  

As she walked back into the facility, Lia tried to make sense of your reaction. Never had she seen you react like that and even though she saw it first hand she could believe it herself. 

“Did you enjoy your date?” Beth teases. 

“It wasn’t a date. I just wanted some alone time with Y/N” Lia corrects the blonde forward. 

“Isn’t that the definition of a date?” Jen adds. 

“It doesn’t matter now. She ran off and left me by the flower beds” 

This made no sense to anyone at the table especially the two blondes who you play with on the national team with. 

“What happened?” Leah asks. 

“We went for a walk and ended up in the gardens. I was nervous, she picked up on it and I thought she was going to ask me about it but then there was a bee and she freaked out. I think she was having a panic attack and it only got worse when it stung me” 

“You got stung by a bee while Y/N was next to you?” Beth asked. She made eye contact with Leah who nodded her head, the defender would go check on you whilst Beth made sure the Lia was ok. 

Leah stood in front of your door taking a couple of seconds to figure out how to handle the situation. She remembers the moment you showed up on her doorstep and went on to tell her that you had just experienced the worst day of your life. 

She used her room key given that you were sharing for the trip and the sight she is met with isn’t one she could prepare for. You are laid on your bed in a fetus position. Your eyes are dry but the puffiness in your face told Leah that you had been crying. 

“Y/N” she speaks in a hushed tone. 

“Lia’s going to die, isn’t she?” 

To anyone outside your immediate family that which included a handful of your England team mates, they would have called you dramatic. Leah was one of the select few which understand why your mind went to worse case scenario. 

“She’s fine”

“I thought my dad was fine next thing I know I had these two fingers on his neck trying to find a pulse” you hold up middle and index finger. 

“Y/N what happened to your dad was devastating. Nobody knew he was allergic”

“And you don’t know that Lia isn’t. I was the reason my dad died and now I’m going to be the reason she dies”

“It’s wasn’t your fault” Leah sit nexts to you on the bed “As for Lia, she is ok. She came back in to us and was going to see the doctor. Something that I’m guessing was your idea” 

You nod your head. Your worrying stopped for a mere second knowing that Lia had listened to you and was hopefully getting the help she needed. 

“Y/N you like Lia and have done for a while. You told her to go see the doctor but didn’t go with her, why?” 

“I didn’t want to see her in pain” 

“She isn’t in pain. Come with me and I’ll show you. We don’t have to talk to anyone but you need to see with your own eyes that she is ok”

Reluctantly, you agree and follow Leah through the halls of the HQ. Each step you take feels heavier than the last because in your mind you have seen how this story ends and you don’t want to see it, not again. So you took your time, you pretended to check in every room that you passed even though the blonde beside you knew exactly where the Swiss was.

Turns out Lia was in the exact same position as when Leah left her only now she has a white patch where the bee had stung her and she had some company. Out of the players one stood out to you; Caitlin.

You and Leah stood at the entry way. Just as Leah was about to walk towards the table you pulled her back.

“What? She’s fine, look” Leah tried to pull you towards your team mates despite her prior statement about not talking to anyone.

“She’s fine — with Caitlin” you could see Lia was ok but you couldn’t bring your self to watch her interact with the Aussie even if they were no longer together.

Knowing that Lia wasn’t going to face the same fate as your father lifted the crushing weight off your chest. You walked with no destination in mind. You didn’t want to go back to your room so you settle on a sun lounger by the pool. A staff member asking if you want to play the next movie the team had lined up and you saw no reason not to; a movie by the pool didn’t sound too bad.

Pitch perfect played but whilst your eyes were glued to the project screen, your mind felt like it was a million miles away. That is until you see a shadow cast over the lounger you were sitting on.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Lia asks.

You had chose a double lounger so you didn’t have an excuse not let her. 

“Ok” your voice is quiet and although you don’t turn to face her, you do pat the side next to you.

The two of you watch the movie. The only sound to be heard is when you both laugh at the same part.

“Are you really ok?” You ask, still with your eyes on the screen.

“I am. Thank you for making me getting checked out, I wish you would have come with me”

When you turn you see that Lia is already looking in your direction.

“I — I”

“You were mad at me” Lia thinks she is finishing your sentence and but you been mad at her wasn’t the issue.

“I was scared” you take a pause because you know the only way for Lia to understand your reaction is for you to explain why seeing her get stung by a bee worried you so much “My dad was stung by a bee”

“And he was ok” Lia said, always the optimist.

“He went into anaphylactic shock. I didn’t know what to do and by the time I did it was too late. He died in the botanical gardens near my house”

“Y/N I didn’t know. Is that why you panicked? Because you thought the same thing that happened to your dad was going to happen to me?”

You can only nod. The admission itself brings back the worry that you had only just managed to settle. 

In a similar way to how she did in the gardens, Lia reaches for your hand and places it over the patch. She pulls it a little so that you weight shift and your head in now resting on her shoulder.

“I’m ok. I went to the doctor, he asked me a couple of questions, cleaned the sting and gave me the all clear”

Silence yet again becomes the third wheel to the movie night you are Lia are accidentally having.

“I don’t want to lose you. It’s already happened once and now I’m just getting you back” you admit.

“Y/N I’m not going anywhere. There’s a reason why I wanted to take a walk with you, why I wanted to spend time with you and only you”

“Because you want us to be friends, like we were before”

“I never wanted us to be friends. Life got in the way and I spent too much time loving the wrong person when I knew she wasn’t the one I wanted to be with”

You knew what she was insinuating, the context wasn’t hard to decrypt. 

“Am I that one?” You needed to hear her say it so that you knew this moment wasn’t a dream.

“You are but I know now more than ever that your heart is still healing so we’ll go at your pace”

How do you reply to that without opening an emotional can of worms? After thinking for a few seconds you decide not to say anything at all. Instead you turn deeper into her so that your head is resting on her chest, close enough so that you can hear her heart beat, her healthy heart beat. 

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[lightwing-s]

saw your post about peter blurbs and i had to send an ask🤭🤭

imagine peter being protective at the royal balls even though you two aren’t official🤞🏻🤞🏻

he keeps an eye on you while you talk to princes from other kingdoms and while he’s stood next to you he keeps a hand around you waist omg i’m gonna pass out and susan notices and points out his behaviour making you both blush cuz your just friends right😧😧

sorry that was pretty long omg but PETER😍🤞🏻♥️🤭🫶🏻😘

If anyone asked if you preferred to fight three hundred soldiers on your own or attend a royal ball, without thinking twice, you’d pick the first option. There was nothing in this world that could make you more nervous, more anxious and scared than a ball room full of people ready to judge you for every small detail, from your hair to your shoes, and the way you speak and if you’re proper while eating and referring to the many royals in the room.

You hated it, and couldn’t count the many times you sneaked out of a ball feeling your heart beating furiously and your sight getting blurring. The many times you had a panic attack for one interaction and Peter had to rush behind you to make sure you were okay.

And Peter was the sweetest. He’d sit with you for how goddamn long you needed to settle down your heart and mind, and he’d walk you to your chambers, tuck you in bed and kiss you goodnight before heading back to his High King duties. You were surprised it had been taking this long for people to figure out you two were more than just friends, but you were glad to still have your relationship just for the two of you.

In those few months you saw your friendship grow to be something more, you appreciated every moment you’d have just Y/n and Pete. No duties, no titles, just you. But if you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, that meant getting used to balls, to festivals, to royal duties and diplomatic meetings. If he wanted you as his queen, which he’d constantly remind you with kisses and touches how much he’d want it, you had to get used to all of it.

Hence, there you stood on your own, talking with the prince of Archenland while your dress weighed you down, sitting tight around your body and making it difficult for you to breathe. Another two nobles joined in your conversation, and you started to breathe a lot faster, feeling your heartbeat join in on the speed race.

Suddenly, a warm hand sat on your waist, Peter's strong and imposing presence making itself known behind you. He looked you deep in your eyes, full of concern over you, sky blue boring into yours and a heavy dose of tranquillisers. Lowering his chin, he checked to see if you were alright, for which you gave him a soft smile, masking your nervousness to not freak him out.

For the longest time, Peter’s hand never left your waist, thumb caressing you through your dress. He held you too close, not that you would complain, but you knew it’d raise suspicion.

As your heartbeat had gone back to normal, your hand went to your waist, touching ever so slightly the tips of his fingers as a thank you for his presence.

“You did well, my love” he complimented you once you’re finally left alone, pulling you slightly closer.

“I wouldn’t have done it if you hadn’t arrived in time. I was about to freak out when he started talking about politics and trade.” Peter blew out a breathy laugh, hiding behind your head and sneaking it a kiss. Lowering himself a bit, he whispers in your ear.

“You’re going to make a great queen someday.” sneaking a glance at his handsome face, adorned with his heavy golden crown, you threw him a smile when you saw him playing on his face, a warmth climbing up your cheeks as his hand climbed a bit higher to rest just under your breasts.

“If you want to hide in a ball I suggest you do more than staying on the side.” Susan warned you as she appeared at your side. “You’re not doing your best at being discreet.” she said, glancing swiftly at where your hands met. “Peter, I guess the King wants to talk to you right at this moment.”

Noticing his sister’s insistent tone, he dismissed himself with a wave of the head and left you too alone, the place where his hands had been resting on your body feeling hollow with the sudden lack of warmth.

“I’m not sure what’s going on between you two, but I support it.” she whispered, pushing you playfully with her shoulder. “Tonight, in your room, for the full details?”

A large smile growing in your face, you nod your head, excited to finally share with her your love story

.

a/n: i’m so excited to finally be writing for peter, keep sending in more x

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[jienem]

Hi!!!!! I've been reading your fanfics and I liked how you those write stories. Can I request a one shot story. About Malleus saw reader fall and save her by catching her in a bridal style and noticed injuries from her ankle so he led her to infirmary to cure her with cute or teasing moments of the two along the way if you don't mind. Thank you!!!

Thank you for making a cute request and for reading my stories! It means alot to me, I really enjoyed making this oneshot but I took so long and stayed late a bit but it was all worth in the end.

"Ace, you know i'm magic-less right?" Yuu asked after a few heartbeat.

"Of course I did! This is why I stole this from the lab earlier so Deuce and Grim wouldn't stop complaining."

"How is that helping when we got it from stealing?!" Yuu screamed, Her brow furrowed and massaged her temple.

A laughter erupted from Ace's lips while Yuu turned to the other heartslabyul student, Deuce, and to her dorm member, the bane of her existence. Deuce wore a wry smile while Grim grumbled in annoyance.

"Ngrhh can you two make it quick already?! There are some of us who want to fly in the broomstick if you don't mind!" Grim yelled, crossing his arms while pouting.

It was mid afternoon, no one is at the fields when suddenly Ace got an 'impressive idea' pulling the three of them into a mess ones again. Yuu and Deuce kept convincing Ace but to no avail, he took the magic broomstick that Divus was experimenting and sprinted into the fields while they followed suit. Luckily no one sees their escape. Deuce clenched his teeth and marched to Ace who happily grinned as he held the broomstick.

"Ace! Let us return the broomstick! We don't know what capabilities of this broom and we can get detention if we were caught!"

"Ehh no one would see us at this hour!" He snapped back, pulling the broom and showcase it infront of them like an advertisement. "Plus, this broom could actually fly without a magic user riding this thin—No don't look at me like that, I'd heard Divus mumbling about it when he thought no one is listening,"

And he had an audacity to pat Deuce on the shoulder while staring intensely on his eyes, "Yuu never got the chance to use a broom to fly, Deuce, this is a chance for her."

Deuce almost got convinced there for a second before shooking his head. "But it still wasn't right to steal it Ace!"

"it was only for a day, no harm done."

"You two keep forgetting about my opinion here." the adeuce duo turned to Yuu with questions in their eyes. She paused for a moment before Grim click his tongue impatiently.

"Henchman make up your choice."

"I know I know, sorry." at last , she took the broom from ace with a doubtful look on her face.

"Only one time couldn't hurt right?" she whispers to herself and chuckles. Deuce had the same reaction as hers while the other two celebrate.

The three of them slowly and steadily made their way in the air while Yuu stayed behind. She gripped the broom tightly that her knuckles turned white, taking a deep breath, she went ahead and let the broom take her high in the sky.

The Adeuce and Grim watched Yuu as she wobbly flew to their side. She flew higher than she she anticipated, her gripped to the wood tightened as if her life depends on it. The ominous aura she felt unsettled her when she flew across the air.

"Ah Ace? Is this normal?" Yuu questioned, worry printed on her face before it was replace with fear. "Ah—"

In the speed of light, Yuu flew away from the gang. Flying forward then backward, levitating through the air before turning into zigzag motion. Yuu screamed in terror while wrapping her arms around the broom.

"YUU!!" The trio screamed as they flew their way towards her. Yuu held the broom tightly while she spins but to no avail, the broom was on a mission to let her fall. The three tried to save her but the broom had other plans, the tip of the broom pushes the three away causing Yuu to topple over from the process.

The three screamed Yuu's name while she falls from the sky. She could feel her heartbeat thumpering while watching the three infront of her attempt to catch her with their hand held out in slow motion. The wind gust roughly to her while Yuu make her way near to the ground. Grim cried and uses his paw to hold onto her but she was falling to quickly from his reach.

The ground was seemingly more closer and closer as seconds gone by, Yuu closed her eyes in resignation. Bracing herself from multiple injuries but it was quiet. The air shifted until there's no wind blowing her figure.

Hard and sturdy arms wrapped around her back and underneath her legs, her head gently rest on the side and felt their heartbeat hasten.

Yuu's eyes fluttered open and gaze at her savior. A pale skin, and cool-black hair greeted her, his bright green eyes held a worry on them as he gazed at her.

"hmm... Malleus..." Yuu breathed. She was both mentally and physically exhausted as she lay onto Malleus.

Malleus eyes softened before laying his chin on her hair as he inhaled her scent. Yuu's arms hang loosely to his shoulders while she snuggled closely to Malleus.

The trio move their way to Yuu after landing before stopping quickly when Malleus craned his neck glaring at them with his eyes glowing in darker shade. The three of them gulp and apologize was at the tip of their tongue when Malleus walk away from them. Grim was about to follow them when Ace and Deuce motioned their head in negative sign.

Malleus stride past some students while they gawk at the display. Yuu groaned, half asleep as malleus move his way to the infirmary. Malleus slowed down and watches her with a soft expression before moving her into a comfortable position in his arms. When her heart has fallen into a rhythm, Malleus continued his way before settling her down into the bed. He stayed by her side holding her hands while he caressed them.

Yuu woke up afterwards with her hand still being held by malleus who seemed to have fallen asleep on a chair besides her. Yuu let a smile graced her lips and remove her hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. But to her surprise, his hand shot up to held her hand on his cheek and nuzzled deep into the palm of her hand. He kissed it gently before his eyes move onto her with a sad expression.

"I almost lost you."

Yuu gave a sad smile and mumbles an apology. She reach out to malleus by standing up when she fell forward. Malleus immediately held her from his arms whilst she winces in pain from her bandage ankle. She could guess by struggling to hold the broom, it causes her injury.

"Don't move child of man, you are still recovering." He put her back into the bed as she laid her back onto the headboard while Malleus moved the chair closer and sat again as he held her hand again.

"How long was I asleep?" she asked as she caressed his bare hand on hers.

"Not for long." he replies before taking her hand and rest his cheek against to it. Silence engulfed them as they drifted into their thoughts.

"Please forgive the three of them despite what had happened today..." She broke the silence while Malleus paused for a period of time before nodding.

"You have my word, child of man." Yuu sighed in relief before moving closer to the edge of the bed and rested her forehead into his, calming his nerves as he closed his eyes in content.

"Thank you my dear dragon."

"Anything for you my dear prefect."

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[shadowdaddies]

Hi:) I'm so happy that I am not annoying you with all the Eris requests, I really thought I was. May I ask for another one? One where the reader and Eris are mates and she is had always desired to dance with someone but she never had the chance and he arranges that. Please🙏

No you have NEVER annoyed me!! I've never been annoyed by requests, it brings me so much joy when you guys enjoy my writing💜 I appreciate you

A/N: oh this made me EMOTIONAL thinking about Eris with a mate where he doesn't care about how others perceive them, he's only focused on them

Dance with Me

Eris x fem!Reader

You were perched in Eris’s lap as he spent another late night in his office, sorting through reports that had him tugging at his flame red hair in frustration. Wiggling on his lap, your nose nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his comforting scent as you pressed a soft kiss to his skin. Eris stiffened beneath your gentle touch, letting out a quick exhale. 

“I need a break,” he announced, hands wrapping securely around your waist as he lifted you from his lap. Eris stood from his chair, smirking at you as he took your hand in his and led you to the open space of his office, between his desk and the fireplace. “I need a dance with my lady, if I am to make it through this evening,” Eris spoke dramatically, bowing to you before he offered his hand. You giggled at your mate’s propriety - he was such a skilled dancer, and you were thankful that he entertained your attempts at the activity. 

He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your hand that made you blush furiously before pulling you into his arms and leading you in a silent waltz. Eris’s heartbeat, the crackle of the fire, and your laughter as you tripped over his feet - only for him to catch you in a graceful dip - echoed through the study. Amber eyes glowing with amusement, Eris smiled as he twirled you around the floor.

It was a favorite pastime for him to dance when he was stressed, and you loved learning something new from your mate. You dreamt of dancing in a beautiful ballgown, your mate leading you in front of the courts one day. Eris could tell you were lost in thought, a soft smile playing on his lips as he twirled you. “What’s on your mind, little vixen?” 

You blushed, laughing nervously as you told Eris what you were dreaming about, but rather than laughing with you, Eris stopped the dance. Tilting your chin up, amber eyes looked deep into yours as Eris promised you, “I will not allow my mate’s dreams to remain such. I can think of no higher honor than to dance with you for everyone under this sky to witness.” Melting at his poetic way with words, you broke form, holding Eris close as you slow danced to no music, just the sound of his heart beating with yours.

~~~

Weeks passed, and before you knew it, the Autumnal Equinox was around the corner. It was an obscenely grand celebration in the court - for obvious reasons - and you had spent weeks helping plan the festivities and having fittings for your gown. 

The Equinox was a twenty-four hour celebration, recognizing the equal hours of day and night as the season turned - but the night festivities were the highlight of the year, when the grand ball was held. The ball always began as a formal, civilized affair, but around midnight inevitably devolved into hedonism and debauchery that put Calanmai to shame.

You smirked at your form in the mirror, the shimmering ruby dress adorned with gold-toned leaves accentuating your figure perfectly. A knock on your door sounded, and one of your ladies-in-waiting who had helped ready you for the evening answered it with the excitement that you all shared amongst yourselves. Eris let out a soft laugh though the doorway at her eager expression, but all joking disappeared from his face as he looked to you. 

Eris stumbled back a step as he admired you, the slightest bit of silver lining his eyes as he let out a small gasp. “You look... ethereal, my Lady,” Eris breathed, his eyes never leaving yours as he held out his arm for you to take. 

You arrived at the ball, Eris seemingly still dazed by your appearance as the grand doors swung open to reveal the room of people. Many males watched as you entered, anyone who dared approach you earning a frightening snarl from Eris. You didn’t mind, leaning into his warmth as he wrapped an arm protectively around you and led you through the crowd.

Swiping champagne from a serving tray, Eris handed a glass to you and toasted to the beginning of Autumn. You watched the dancing for awhile, admiring the twirl of skirts and the rhythm of the music as they spun around the floor, all the while Eris gossiping about court politics and scandals that had you snickering in amusement. You had finished your drink, leaning into Eris’s side when the dance ended, and with a wicked gleam in his eye, Eris took your champagne flute, setting it down as he pulled you to the floor.

“Eris! I can’t dance here, I haven’t had enough practice for this yet,” you whispered as he smiled down at you with a twinkle in his eye. “You’ll do just fine, vixen. Just like we practiced - and I’m always here to catch you if you fall.” You felt the deeper emotion behind his words, taking hold of his hand as you lifted your chin and settled into practiced form. 

The swell of the violin signaled the start of the dance, and Eris led you in a waltz as the orchestra played, groups of people stopping to watch as you fumbled your way through the motions. “Breathe, my love,” Eris whispered in your ear - just before you stumbled. Holding onto one of your hands, Eris spun you in a perfect circle before catching your waist, dipping you as if your mistake was a practiced maneuver. People cheered from the sides, impressed by your skill while you and Eris continued the dance. You felt like a princess, your own skirt flaring out as you spun around the ballroom with the love of your life. 

The dance ended, Eris pulling you in for a deep kiss as the crowd again clapped for you. The adrenaline from the performance was coursing through your veins, and you hadn’t registered your surroundings until you felt the cool breeze of night air against your skin. Standing with Eris on the balcony, you smiled so hard your face hurt as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “This was the best night of my life. Better than any of my dreams,” you whispered, tucking a strand of fiery red hair behind Eris’s ear.

“The night isn’t over yet,” Eris said, a mischievous hint in his tone as he let you go, walking back to take a paper lantern from the staff. You looked around the yard, realizing it must be nearly midnight as you took in the people scattered about with their own lanterns ready. The clock struck, clanging out as Eris lit your lantern with his flame, and you sent it up into the sky with the others. 

You watched the lanterns float away in the night until they disappeared over the horizon, turning to Eris. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you felt his own settle over your back and you whispered, “so what now, my love?” Eris let out a dark chuckle. “After midnight is when the real debauchery begins.” With that, you were winnowed back to your bedroom, Eris looking at you with a deeply hungry expression, tilting your chin to look at him. “And you wouldn’t believe the debauched things I plan to do to you tonight, little vixen.”

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◤ 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥 ◥

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: eventual smut.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Light Yagami X Reader.

𝖈𝖜: porn with plot, yandere! Light, office sex, boss/employee relationship, oral sex (you giving), dubcon, sexual tension, extreme power imbalance, power play, near death experience?

𝖘𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘:

Being a private investigator sure had its perks the moment you stepped into the workforce as someone with a degree in criminology. Sporting a tough front, you got used to being dealt with the risks of being killed and tracked down by unlawful criminals. That is, if you weren’t that careful with the information you disclosed about yourself.

But wait, you did NOT just step into the workforce and attained a job on a whim. This wasn’t just any ordinary job. You were blessed with the opportunity to work under none other than Kira’s company of employed investigators. You heard it right, you were offered the privilege of working under the world’s most powerful judges of all time. You didn’t just let the opportunity slip by, so you accepted the job and started working with dignity.

After months of blood and sweat poured out on the heavy workload your job as a data analyst carried, you received a promotion from your one and only boss — Kira. Surprised and intimidated, you suddenly receive a call from his personal assistant who requests you to meet Kira at his private office.

This news alone puts a smile on your face, but at what cost?

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: Shit’s about to get real hot. Just a heads up, the ending is sort of rushed since I haven’t written in a while. Hope this fic satiates your cravings for new content, and thanks for bearing with my absence.

The buildings towered tall as its windows began to light up the night sky in just a heartbeat. It was about 6:30 PM in the evening, and while every citizen in Japan was rushing on their way back home, you had agreed to work a night shift under Japan’s most powerful organization of policemen, inspectors, and detectives.

Anticipating your next meeting with another business partner, you sipped a cup of coffee as you silently typed on your laptop and replied to e-mails. As you sat on your personal desk, you received an e-mail from a superior asking you to work on writing a report listing the number of criminals executed by Kira. As much as you wanted to bid the day goodbye, you can’t help but feel glued to accomplishing everything your job required in one sitting. You chugged your drink while contemplating on responding, your eyes focused on the laptop’s screen as you composed a message to your superior.

Much to your shock, your phone rang. You grabbed the phone without question and spoke through it.

“Hello? Who could this be?”

“This is Matsuda speaking.” a voice replied on the other end. “I’ve called to inform you that the records team of our organization has evaluated your progress in the company lately.”

“Oh? Is there a problem with the way with my work ethic, sir?” you asked, frowning in disbelief.

“No, no,” Matsuda let out a laugh as he stammered. “In fact, your work ethic is far from a problem. I called simply to notify you of good news. And I want you to listen carefully.”

“Sure thing.” you replied.

“The boss has made his final judgment on who he chose to promote to a higher position in our organization. As his personal assistant, I am pleased to announce that our future private investigator and detective-in-charge ....is you.”

“Wait, no way?!” you exclaimed, placing a hand over your mouth as your eyes widened in shock. “Is this…is this actually true, sir?”

“Sure is! The boss wishes to have a word with you tonight in his private office. At least, before the day you get recognized by our company’s fellow employees. Please be there at—”

“The….boss?” you paused. “B-but—”

“It’s a really urgent and important meeting to celebrate your success, [Name]. If I were you, I wouldn’t let this opportunity slip by.” Matsuda interjected. “Please drop by his office at 8:00 sharp. And remember to bring nothing with you.”

“B-but….wait!!! Matsuda!!”

The phone hung up, leaving you confused and lost at what you had to do next. Is it more convenient to issue a report due the following day and communicate with your company’s business partner, or should you reject your superior’s request and meet up with your boss? Decisions, decisions.

After minutes of overanalyzing your current situation, you texted everyone necessary for the meeting to ensue, stating you couldn’t make it due to an “urgent task.” You always felt guilty about having to turn down assignments from your superiors; however, the boss’ words were where it’s at, and you had to keep in mind that his plans were far more significant than what you were being bossed around to do by underlings.

You then made a decision to request a delay in submitting the necessary paperwork due to sudden change of plans. You typed carefully, ensuring that your refusal to accomplish the reports were in good faith and harbored no ill intent. To your satisfaction, you waited an hour before you could finally take an elevator to the top floor.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Sweat dripped across your cheek as you anxiously waited fifteen minutes in advance. Something about your boss always fascinated, yet terrified you to an extent. His ability to hold the world’s most heinous criminals futile in his grasp and giving them a heart attack out of the blue (whether he had some sort of weapon or not) always remained a mystery to you. Yet, it so happens that you opted for the highest position in every area of your expertise. Not for power, not for personal gain, whatsoever. It was because you had a strong sense of justice, believing every problem deserves a solution. You truly cared for victims who fell prey under the hands of wrongful acts.

I guess that’s what set the both of you apart. The boss had his own ways of bringing justice to the table — and as a mere employee, you tried your very best to not doubt, question, or underestimate his abilities. You always reminded yourself to not fear authority, but rather, embrace it. But this time, knowing his eyes were set upon you made you shiver. It was his power, his prestige, that frightened you.

If knowing how he killed unlawful individuals was a game of curiosity killing a cat, you could’ve been lured into death this quickly. It wasn’t like you had any objections about how he chooses to kill, though. But you itched for a logical and concrete explanation on how he did it. You wanted evidence. You wanted a scenario. After all, you worked as a private investigator.

Checking your watch, the clock struck 7:45. You braced yourself, took a deep breath, and went for the exit of your office. As you stepped into the hallway, you were greeted with a colleague who smiled upon noticing you.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t our employee of the year!” the woman smiled. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” you replied. “It’s been a while. Well, I’m off now.”

“Wait!” she exclaimed. “Is the boss…..actually there to meet you?”

“Yes, why?” you asked.

“Oh, um…..it’s just because I observed that Sir Fujisaki…..uh, how do I put this? He had a heart attack the past week. I happened to see you two the other day, and he was perhaps being too friendly with you from my observation.”

“Mr. Fujisaki?! But he was such a sweetheart to me the other day!” your smile dropped. “Yes, he may have been too friendly, but how could he have a heart attack? Could this be….”

“Is it who you think it is?” your colleague asked. “Well, in that case, we need to stay silent. We can’t just falsely accuse our boss of actually killing Mr. Fujisaki, am I right? Perhaps we can talk to him about it?”

“Yumi….the boss almost never shows himself.” you sighed. “And if he heard what we were talking about just now, he’d have us in dead meat.”

“Right….but do take my guess with a grain of salt.” your colleague smiled. “I’d hate to blackmail the boss.”

“True.” you agreed. “Anyways, nice chatting with you! Gotta get back to work!”

“Sure thing!”

Ending your conversation, you walked towards the elevator and ensured you brought nothing with you. As it led all the way up, you practiced a simple smile at the mirror, fixing your office wear and arranging yourself to look presentable in front of your employer. As the doors opened, you made your way through the boss’ quarters, shaky and overwhelmed. You didn’t win any promotion at your previous job, so it was truly miraculous to actually land a decent position in your current career.

The doors were made of tinted glass while the floors were covered with red carpet. The hallways were lined with some vases and expensive furniture, making it comfy to sit on the velvet purple couches. One could have mistaken this floor to be that of a luxury hotel, the way all the lighting radiated a warm, golden tint. There were also paintings of what was known as a ‘shinigami’ in Japanese folklore, with some religious figures resembled in the images. So far, so good.

However, this was not the time to dwell on the floor’s aesthetically pleasing interior design—you had a meeting. An urgent one at that.

Pushing the glass door open, you were met with a lingering smell of musk, the fragrance entering your nostrils with its strong, manly scent. To your surprise, the quarters were dimly lit, which isn’t exactly what you’ve expected it to be. Normally, an employer’s corner would have vibrant lighting to enable productivity, but this time was a different story. The ambience of your boss’ room was rather eerie, lights flickering as a fragile candlelight would. But you paid it no mind, you just moved on and cleared your intrusive thoughts.

As you strolled closer to the main area, you knocked on the wooden door leading to the actual office of your boss.

“Come in.”

The room was filled with flickering lights as well, much to your disbelief. The office may look professional and minimalistic in terms of its design, but the way it was private and hidden within another glass door made you feel quite….uneasy. It was your first time visiting his office.

The creaks echoed as you were met with the gaze of your boss already setting his eyes upon you. His glare was sharp, yet smugly impressed by the looks of it. Your defenses were now broken down and torn to shreds, leaving you with no other choice but to actually face the brunette right in front of you.

“Ah, if it isn’t our employee of the year, [Name].” your boss, Kira, greeted you. “Have a seat.”

Obeying immediately, you eased yourself into the room’s air, trying to brush off the awkward silence that penetrated deep into your being. As he browsed through your documents, you felt your legs shake as you shamefully placed your hands near your thighs, trying to calm yourself from his presence. His authority always intimidated you. Browsing through your reports, you could hear the sounds of pages flipping as your eyes began to meet his stern gaze towards the document. You could spot your own name on the write-up, which confirms his assessment of your performance on the spot. You waited patiently for feedback.

“Hmmm…..” Kira hummed. “Very well.”

Your eyes widened, anticipating his next words.

Putting down the paper you wrote, he averted his gaze upon you on eye level. Without hesitation, he spoke.

“I’ve called Matsuda to inform you of your success in this industry, am I right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now, come here.” Kira spoke.

“Huh?”

“Next to me.”

You tried to stand up, only for your legs to wobble. You fell back on your seat, only to earn a laugh from your boss.

“There, there. No need to grow anxious. I just have something to clarify.”

As you slowly stood up once more, Kira beckoned a finger ushering you beside him.

“Tell me, [Name].” Kira asked as he looked up at your standing figure and placed a hand around your waist. You were surprised at his touch. Wishing to let go, the warmth lured you for more, but you dismissed it as an unintentional gesture. “What do you mean by these statements?”

Kira looked down at the report you wrote, pointing at significant sentences in it that stood out amongst every line of text. Lending the paper to you for further inspection, you received it reluctantly.

“That being said, to truly bring justice into life is to recognize that your intentions should not be for the sake of taking control, but out of sincere care for the people that surround us. I believe that by incorporating this as a motto to live by, we can become akin to what we call the ‘god of a new world.’”

“Oh, it’s my take on how to govern a society properly, good sir.” you replied.

“Fair point.” Kira nodded as his eyes narrowed at you condescendingly. “And what makes you think you can claim that title as your own, [Name]?”

“Oh, that’s not what I meant, good sir,” you panicked, growing more confused as to whether he was impressed or disappointed with your report’s content. “I meant that, IF we truly treated justice as something that should be mutually beneficial towards ourselves and the people around us…..instead of flaunting our sense of justice out of personal satisfaction…..we can….we can become a God of the New World.”

Kira chuckled lowly as he let go of your waist and stood up next to you. Meeting you from a close proximity, you tried taking steps backward in order to avoid his predatory gaze. You also took note of a small detail in his eyes; his pupils glinted a faint red, which threw you off immediately from your awkwardness.

“Now, now….” he smirked. “No running away.”

“Kira……what is it that you called me here for?”

“I was hoping we could have a civil meeting right here and now.” he continued as he crossed his arms. “Normally, I fire people who usually include blasphemous remarks in their reports.”

You felt a pang of guilt rush within your veins, worried and fretting that you may have done something wrong.

“However, it is worth noting that your loyalty and competence in this line of work are far too commendable for me to actually expel you from my company.”

You didn’t know what to feel about that statement.

“Here’s another thing I want to clarify.” Kira announced, taking the copy of your report into his hands and reading your essay aloud.

“However, there are certain rules that seem to almost break as we investigate the surge of people having heart attacks in Japan recently. If we find whatever is responsible for magically killing these heinous criminals, we will hold the suspect accountable and might as well imprison them.”

“Sir, that is my perspective on the news recently. There has been a couple of innocent people killed, like Mr. Fujisaki.”

Kira frowned. “Who entrusted you with this information, [Name]?”

“It’s…..just out of my pure observation, Sir.” you replied.

Kira let out a sigh as he closed his eyes. “Rather than getting angry, I’m going to move past your recent remarks on the assignments given to you.”

“Did I….do something wrong, sir Kira?” you asked out of the blue..

“Not necessarily,” he replied. “However, I’m going to ask you another question. Make sure to answer carefully and honestly. If you fail to convince me otherwise with your response, I have no other choice but to fire you.”

“But sir???” you asked, your eyes widening in shock as you were about to protest. “But…. but I thought I was about to be rewarded with a promotion?”

“As I said, you’re an exception to all those lowly employees out there.” Kira spoke, taking a few steps forward. “I was thinking of giving you a raise and a promotion, BUT I need to clear out some possible misinterpretations people may have about your work.”

“I see. I’m sorry.”

“Now, let’s get back to the topic at hand, shall we?” Kira announced. “You state in your report that showing sincere care towards people depicts true justice. However, that is not my problem. My issue here is that you go around, stating that doing so will make you the God Of A New World. What interesting wording. Let me ask you a question about that. Who do you think I am?”

Goosebumps were the only thing you felt as you found his question to be a threat. You couldn’t tell how he was feeling right now — was he furious? Annoyed? Offended?

“Well, I think you’re a fairly intelligent disciplinarian who aims to get things done.” you replied as you gulped in fear.

“To get things done, eh?” Kira followed up with a smug grin. “What kind of things do I aim to get done? Elaborate.”

“Um…..uh….the way you…..target potential criminals and have them accountable for the rotten things they’ve done.”

“I see.” Kira sighed. “I’m going to ask you a follow-up question. Do you look down on all these mere underlings and consider how many of them are envious of your position?”

“I do.” you replied. “In fact, I feel grateful I have a roof above my head thanks to this company.”

“Gratefulness, hm?” Kira hummed. “You don’t seem to possess that quality, I’m afraid.”

“How so, sir?”

“If you were truly grateful for what this company has given you, you’d show a bit of humility in the content of your assignments and missions. Something which I fail to see in you. You tend to claim on how there are still errors in my ways, questioning my authority like I lack the qualities a God Of A New World has.”

“Sir, I wasn’t—“

“Not only that, but you truly have the audacity to actually think you can overthrow my position.”

“But sir, that was not my intention—“

“Shut it.” Kira snapped. “Now tell me, what are the exact actions I get done that further catches your attention? What makes it stand out? Describe everything you’ve been observing in thorough detail.”

“It’s just that…..you….you…..!!!!”

“Hm?”

“You may or may not have killed Mr. Fujisaki!” you cried out. “If our objective was to rid the world of heinous criminals, then why are innocent colleagues dying in your hands?”

“May or may not? There you go again with your uncertainty.” Kira sighed. “Do you have any evidence to support your claims?”

“Well…..I heard from a colleague that you may have had a notebook? I’m not sure…..”

“A notebook, huh?” Kira smirked. “What makes you think I possess a notebook that can possibly kill an innocent fool?”

“It’s everywhere, sir. There were rumors.”

“As usual, basing your conclusions on mere accusations and speculation.” Kira sneered condescendingly. “How pathetic.”

“Listen, please, I’m…..really sorry, sir.” you spoke. “I thought this was good news, but, since I may have offended you for what I’ve written……I would like to apologize if I ever—“

“You haven’t answered my first question.” Kira interrupted, cutting you off. “Who do you think I am?”

“You’re……you’re….”

“Spit it out!”

“You’re….you’re the God of the New World.”

“See, it wasn’t that hard, was it? You’re making things more difficult for yourself.”

“No, I—“

“Come here.” Kira beckoned his finger once more.

“But sir, I have an urgent meeting at—“

“Cancel them.” Kira scoffed. “In fact, cancel all your meetings for tonight’s shift.”

“I’m…..I’m sorry? I can’t just—“

“Cancel them!” he snapped. “In fact, cancel all of your meetings for today.”

“Sir?” you asked innocently. “I’m sorry but—”

“Come here.”

Hesitantly complying with his request, you approached him as instructed.

“Next to me.”

Kira grabbed you by the waist, your efforts to let him go rendered futile.

“Um, sir? Let go, please….”

“I like you, [Name]. Of all the times you’ve been working in this company, you should be grateful I wasn’t contemplating on letting you go any longer ....”

“Sir, let go, I have—“

“While we’re at it, I have something to show you.”

You fell silent, not knowing what to do or say given the situation.

“On your knees.”

“What? But—“

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Complying with his request, you got down on one knee, trying to adjust your position gently so as to not hurt your kneecaps being latched onto the floor.

“There’s a black notebook on the shelves under my desk. Give it to me.”

You knew this was coming. So the rumors were true, right?

You spotted a peculiar notebook from the bottom shelves behind his chair, picking it up. A Death Note? What was that about?

“Give it to me.”

You lent the notebook up to Kira. As he got the notebook, you already had a clear assumption of what he used it for. Listing down the names of criminals and other people he deemed “rotten” to his eyes. Some colleagues spread a rumor saying he had the power to kill anyone with it provided you play by the notebook’s rules, and turns out, it may be true.

You attempted to stand back up, only for him to stop you by resting his hand on your right shoulder.

“No.”

“But sir—“

“Under the desk.” he commanded.

“Huh? But why?”

“I personally think you owe me something.” Kira smirked. “Based on your current record of writing such exceptional, yet blasphemous remarks on the assignments I’ve given you, there’s no way you shouldn’t be held accountable for these things.”

You could only listen in terror as his hand rested upon his crotch, gripping it tightly without causing much pressure. He let out a deep sigh.

“Yes, the rumors are right.” Kira announced as he let go of the hand between his legs and took a ballpen from the stand beside the paperwork on the table. “I killed Mr. Fujisaki. Happy?”

“No…..Mr. Fujisaki was a nice man. He’d never commit a crime, let alone hurt someone intentionally. You killed someone innocent….”

“I kill whoever gets in my way.” Kira replied as he let his left hand rest on your head. “And he specifically got in mine.”

“How?” you asked.

“He kissed you. You weren’t his to kiss.”

“…..And just like that? Kira, you have no idea how he—“

“Not only did he kiss you, but he so happens to take what’s rightfully mine!”

“I’m not yours, you freak!” you cried as you attempted to stand up on one knee, only for him to lift his shoe up your chin.

“You’re not going anywhere.” Kira replied, a smug expression displaying through his face. “How do I put this, [Name]? As your boss, you must know that I am in charge of the rules here, and that whatever I say goes. That, of course, goes for who my underlings connect with.”

“Wrong.” you asserted. “Mr. Fujisaki was a good colleague. He didn’t deserve to die. You’re just disturbed.”

“And he didn’t deserve to kiss you. I’m not disturbed, I just know what I want.” Kira said as he used his shoe to tilt your chin up. “And I want you.”

You felt bewildered and frightened at his remarks, your legs shaking as your senses heightened. You could feel his predatory gaze cornering you as it glowed a bright red. He surely wasn’t at his normal, innocent and charismatic self that he presented to the public. Beneath this facade was something sinister, something with malicious intent. Following his look upon your writhing figure, his musky cologne wafted through your nostrils from distance.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I have to pa—“

“Ah, ah, ah. There’s absolutely no way you can object, right? Not when I have your first name written down in my Death Note.”

You gasped in shock.

“No, no, please!!! I’ll do anything, just please, don’t kill me!!!”

Amused and chuckling at your pleading expression, Kira laughed, looking away.

“So, [Name], what’s it gonna be? Are you going to give in to my desires of having you around? Know that I’m not a patient man.”

Without hesitation, Kira scribbled down two more letters of your last name, then stopped at the sight of your face begging for your life to be spared.

“N-NO!!! STOP!!!” you screamed, violently grabbing Kira’s arm and getting it out of the table.

“You’re really adorable, you know that?” Kira laughed. “Fine. I’ll spare your life. On one condition.”

You paused, not knowing what to say next. Kira readjusted his position, leaning closer to you.

“Let’s start with the basics, shall we? Since you’ve said so yourself that I’m the God of the New World, why not prove to me how much of a loyal underling you can be?”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t know what you exactly meant—“

“Oh shut up.” Kira replied, slowly unzipping his pants as you could only stare in horror. “You’re going to take me as far as I could let you. And you’re going to be a good little servant for me, yes?”

You cleared your throat, nodding while giving a light yes.

“That being said, go on, take it out.”

The way he sounded made you feel anxious, not knowing how things would go afterwards. Regardless, you eyed the sight between his legs, closing your eyes as you took in a deep breath. You felt your hands reach for the zipper of his tented pants, slowly pulling it down and earning a sigh of frustration from your boss. It was obvious that he grew impatient, so you hurriedly reached inside the unzipped fabric, taking his cock out. It wasn’t fully hard yet, but you could see beads of precum leaking from the slit.

The next thing you did was reach out for his balls, pull them out, eyeing his length with reluctance and fear.

“Hmph.”

You heard sounds of scribbling which caused you to hurry the fuck up. Curious to see how far you can take it, you didn’t want to overwhelm yourself and gag at the feeling of his length shoved down your throat. Worst case scenario was you throwing up at it, and you knew he wouldn’t like that. So you took baby steps, sticking your tongue out and having it swirl around the head. You used your fingers to rub gently at the tip after letting go, then circling your tongue around it before taking it raw into your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down as you gave it around ten seconds before going down by at least two inches.

“See? It wasn’t so hard, was it?” Kira sneered as he laughed loudly. “You take me so well it would be a shame if I didn’t choose you.”

You didn’t respond, instead, you moaned around the length in arousal, your suckled growing rougher as you felt a hand grab you by the roots of your hair. So this was how it felt to be under the presence of a God—never his equal, but always by his company. Before you could even pull away, he pushed your face inward, your throat finding the urge to release a sputtering gag. You tried fighting over your gag reflex by focusing your mind over matter, holding your breath to suppress the urge to breathe. You let out a cough upon the release of your head from inward, leading Kira to “tsk, tsk” his way through.

He let go of you, which made you pull away quickly. You caught your breath, panting as you tried another take in deepthroating his throbbing length. You felt it harden, which gave you some sort of gratification and guilt, putting your lips together and diving right in. This time with your hands on, you twisted it while giving him head which was enough to earn a guttural grown from Kira, cursing to himself while they stifled the soundproof walls.

You began liking how it felt to pleasure your boss, your head twirling around to match the rhythm of your hands twisting altogether.

“Mmmm……that’s good…..” he moaned as you continued bobbing your head around, the lewd noises enough to stimulate his length as if something was about to pop. As his hand tried to write another letter of your last name, his hands grew shaky as he could barely contain himself. He chuckled while you sucked roughly.

“You know you’re not getting away with replacing me this time, are you?” he cooed and sneered like a hungry wolf.

You felt tears well up in your eyes as you kept sucking back and forth. All you could muster was a desperate nod, feeling a strange moisture form in your underwear.

“I’ll ask you one more time. Who do you think I am?” Kira asked.

Your muffled voice filled your wet mouth. A fistful of your hair got pulled, causing you to withdraw from his throbbing length with a string of saliva connecting from your lips and his cock’s head.

“You’re God.”

“That’s better. Now, back to work.”

But it wasn’t over yet, or so you thought. You returned to what you were doing, sucking his length and all.

“A little eager, are we?” cooed Kira. “Go on. Pleasure me like your life depends on it.”

You grabbed his length once more and darted to his balls, kissing and rubbing it gently with one hand. You suckled harder which was enough to make Kira throw his head back, hands pushing your head down until he couldn’t get enough of your performance.

As he got closer, you left a huge pop as your mouth left his balls, returning to his length and continuing to suck as the sounds grew sloppier.

“Shit….” Kira hissed. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he sped up the pace as he grew bored of your normal, slightly slower pacing. You took this as a sign to bob your head faster, the job growing rougher as you looked up at him with doe eyes. Upon coating the length with your mouth’s saliva, you jerked him off while his eyes glinted towards your pathetic, desperate figure.

Without warning, Kira held your head sturdily and stopped you mid-head as ropes of cum spurted from his cock’s slit, filling your mouth with drenched discharge. You looked up with your mouth dripping with his slick and sticking your tongue out as he squeezed out more ropes of cum into your mouth. You licked your lips, feeling a moisture well up between your legs as you felt yourself grow increasingly aroused towards the sight of his length. You knew everything was over, until…

“Swallow.”

Doing as he instructed, you gulped as you pulled away.

“You did well.” Kira announced. “That being said, I think I’ll have to give you a raise. Not for this, but because I think your efforts for writing this report have been put to shame by your obedience.”

Kira wiped his dick with a handkerchief nearby, tucking it back into his pants.

“I better get going.” you said, getting up and attempting to unlock the door.

“No. Stay.” Kira commanded. “Spend the night.”

“Huh? Are we….sleeping here?” you asked.

“No, you idiot.” Kira replied. “I’m taking you home as a means of rewarding you. Trust me. It’s dangerous to be left alone during the night.”

“But, sir, I’m already used to—“

“Fix yourself up. You look pathetic.”

“Fine.” you agreed.

Wiping your cum-soaked mouth off, you walked towards the sofa and checked on your belongings. Making sure your files were complete, you proceeded to sit down.

You got promoted, alright, but at what cost?

#light yagami x reader #yandere x reader #x reader #fanfiction #death note x reader #yagami light #yagami light x reader #light yagami #death note #smut

[obxismylife2]

In the car (Rafe Cameron x reader)

As soon as the cold metal touched my skin, I squeezed the heart between two fingers and played with it. Rafe gave me a necklace for our one-year anniversary. I told him not to buy me anything, that I'd be fine with him being with me that day, but he's stubborn. So he gets what he wants. And he wanted to buy me something, so he did.

He bought me a necklace with a heart-shaped pendant and the letter R engraved on it so I would never forget who my heart belonged to.

He hugged me from behind again, and we stood silently watching the sunset from a distant hill. When we didn't see the sun again, the sun began to form dawn in the sky, and we decided to go home.

I was looking out the window on the way to his villa when I felt something warm on my thigh. I turned to look at it and saw Rafe's hand. I laid my hand lightly on him, and he just smiled and kept driving. After a moment, I felt his hand move higher toward my crotch, but it stopped inches from my sensitive spot. Does he want to play with me?

Then his hand moved toward my belly, and before I could figure out what was going to happen next, I felt his hand pulling my thong aside under my skirt. "Oh fuck!" I gasped as he slipped two fingers into me and I closed my eyes with delight and bit my lip, his touching is driving me mad.

My breathing and heartbeat began to quicken as soon as his fingers began to quicken, I had to bite my hand to keep from sighing loudly, no one could see through the car windows, but it wasn't soundproof. To my happiness, we drove through a city and caught a red light. Fuck no! And then Topper's name appeared on the radio screen. He's calling him. God, Rafe, you're trying to kill me.

He leaned slowly toward my ear and said: "Don't you dare make a sound," he picked up the call over the car without a moment's hesitation.

"What's up, Topp?" there was a silent before he answered. "Hey, I just wanted to ask you if you and Y/N could go to my party tonight" another party? Tonight? I had another surprise for Rafe. I bought a very revealing outfit for tonight. Red and lace, just the way Rafe likes it.

Rafe looked at me and smiled slyghtly, accelerating the pace of his fingers. No, not tonight I mouthed him and his smile widened.

"I don't know man, you know, today's our anniversary and I wanted...well you know what I mean" the red light finally changed into green, so Rafe stepped on the gas pedal and the car continued its way to Rafe's home, as no one is there.

"Oh...sorry I forgot. Well, then don't wreck the bed, although in your case it's better to say don't wreck the whole floor" Topper's poisonous comment made me laugh inside, so I had to cover my mouth with my hand so no laugh or moan would escape. My thighs writhed around his hand and I almost screamed when I finally reached the top.

"Don't worry man, see ya tomorrow" Rafe hang up and I was finally able to open my mouth and let the moans of his name escape.

"Oh god, oh yes" I was trying to catch my breath, who'd have thought that trying not to moan would make you more exhausted than normal moaning. I fel relieved that I was able to make any sound I wanted.

Rafe parked the car on some parking lot and took his fingers out of me and reclined my seat with the other one. "Just stay here" he answered my unspoken question as I gave him puzzled look. He opened my thighs even more with his firm grip on them, pulling my thong aside. I closed my eyes as he attacked my pussy with his tongue, licking me clean. I tangled my fingers in his hair, grabbing on them tightly.

I was afraid he won't stop but he did right before I wanted to tap on his shoulder. He leaned over me and kissed me on the lips, making me taste myself. Before he straightened the seat back he kissed my lips once more and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb.

"You really wanna do want to kill me" I said sarcastically and straightened up. Rafe laughed at my comment and rested hid palm on my knee. "You deserve a reward for not making a sound but don't worry, I'll let you scream my name any way you want tonight," he whispered in my ear in a deep voice, then kissed me on the cheek. I smiled at that gesture and put my hand on his.

"Other guys never made me cum this fast" it was the truth. I've never cum this fast. With no one. Except for Rafe now.

"Because other guys don't know how to do it right," he said confidently, lifting his head to a mark of superficiality, but I just smiled and rolled my eyes at his words.

#rafe x reader #rafe smut #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafe outer banks #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #rafe obx #rafe cameron x you #rafe imagine

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

Jack Howl And The Blustery Day

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

In rushing, rising riv'lets

'Til the river crept out of its bed

And crept right into Piglet's

 - Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day

Jack shivered slightly from where he stood in front of the old, dilapidated building that is Ramshackle, gusts of wind and droplets of rain making him antsy. Around him, he could see the chilly breeze rousing fallen leaves to bob and weave across the air.

“Y/N!” Jack called, knocking on the creaky door, “Y/N! Let me in!”

He heard your muffled voice, a tad bit higher and squeakier than it usually was, call out in reply, “not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”

What the-

“Y/N!” he called, “open u-”

He was interrupted by the sound of a lock clicking into place and watched as the door opened to reveal you dressed in fuzzy pyjamas, a teasing smile adorning your face, “hello, Mister. Come on in.”

He shrugged off his jacket and gently hung it on a nearby coat rack before toeing off his shoes and following you to the living room where he was surprised to find you sitting amidst a variety of blankets and pillows deposited on the floor next to a table that held up three steaming mugs.

You laughed at his befuddled expression as you patted the space next to you, “It was Grim’s idea to make a blanket fort. I was telling him about them while we were making the hot chocolate and he wanted to do it with me. As you can see he already fell asleep before we could make it into an actual fort.”

The fondness in your words made a tendril of warmth swirl around in his chest as he followed your gaze to find your feline companion snoozing on a flouf cushion with a blanket carefully placed on him.

You once again made the non-verbal demand that he join you so he slumped himself against you, allowing you to bundle the both of you up in different covers and duvets before handing him a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The heat of the crackling fireplace and his head resting on your shoulder doing more than enough to protect the two of you from the cold of the elements outside. 

The soft cozy atmosphere inside your living room, with the mellow sounds of the movie playing on your television and the melody of your heartbeat was enough to lull him into a pleasant slumber. Until it wasn’t.

The serenity that encompassed the two of you was pierced by the crackles and rumbles emitted from the inky black and smoky grey tufts that inhabited the murky overcast sky, the constant drizzle intensifying into a vigorous torrent. Buckets and buckets of water came pouring down, splashing and splattering over every exterior surface and howling sounds thudded on the window, giving the tell-tale signs of an approaching tempest.

Noting the endless cascade showering outside, you turned to Jack in amusement, “I don’t think you’ll be leaving here anytime soo- huh?”

You were cut off by your boyfriend throwing himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and practically melting against your torso, causing you to topple backwards at the force of his well-built, muscular body slamming into yours. Despite the tense stiffness of his posture, you could feel him shaking slightly as he buried his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder, his nose rubbing against your nape. His usually upright, pointy ears were pinned back, slanting downwards, and his tail was tucked and curled between his legs. The sound of soft little whines, whimpers and howls graced your ears and you could feel his arms constricting tighter around you when the ground trembled from another resound of thunder.

“Hey, Jack,” you cooed, threading your fingers through the grey strands at the top of his nape, “are you alright, big guy?”

Your only reply was an uncharacteristic keening whine that was muffled against your shoulder. Another bout of thunder boomed from the heavens, resulting in his solid hold constricting tighter around you, your hands caressing the trembling expanse of his back when your ears caught on to the stray whimpers he let out. 

You hummed, soft and soothing as you held him, continuing on with your ministrations.

“It’s okay, big guy,” you consoled, “it’s alright, I’m right here.”

You hear a sigh before a gruff voice mumbles, “‘don’t like thunder.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you say, “we’re all afraid of something.”

“‘M not scared,” he argues though his hold doesn’t lessen even a bit.

You do your best to hide the smile in your voice as you agree, “of course, of course. But even if there was the possibility that you were scared - which you definitely aren’t - I’m just saying that there’s nothing wrong with that.”

He nuzzles his face closer to your neck, “just-just keep holding me, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, “though it might be easier to do that if you transform. Your arms are a bit - uh - enthusiastic.”

At first there’s silence, and he remained stock still, so you wonder if he even heard your suggestion but then there’s a poof and you find yourself with a large wolf making himself comfortable on your lap.

And so you closed your eyes and relished the feeling of warmth that spread across your body, caused not by the dancing wisps of golden and amber flames, but by the adoration you felt for your boyfriend, that grew and grew with every stroke of your fingers through glacier grey fur.

There the two of you sat, in your calm, drowsy state, as the rain continued to pour outside.

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

When the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

#jack howl x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #fem reader

[small-sinclair]

@vampyrgoff, I saw you were looking for some Vincent Sinclair headcanons awhile back (I'm a simp for this man, too), so here's some to quince that thrust. Hope you like vampires...

Vampire requests are open!

Vampire!Vincent Sinclair x Reader

Tw: blood, biting, draining, killing mentioned, obsessed Vincent of you

To me, this makes since because he see him more outside at night than in the day (besides scaring the shit out of Carly). So, I like the idea of Vincent being a vampire in a different world.

ANYWAYS

He wears long sleeves when he goes outside to make sure his arms don't get burned, and he can retract his hands into his sleeves if the heat gets too much.

Because he can't go into the sun, he goes out at night for walks and for fresh air when he feels like it.

Because he can go out at night while his brothers can walk in the daylight, Vincent knows all the stars in the sky and can name every single shape.

Also, he and Lester go night fishing/hunting. Vincent is really good at night fishing! He prefers to do that when he and Lester hang out.

He's the strongest out of his brothers

Vincent's a fan of drink from his victims when they are parallelized because it makes it easy. They don't fight. No screaming or begging-- it's perfect.

If he has to drink without the parallelized shot, he's strong enough to make hold the person down to drink until the person's dead.

If the person is almost dead and Bo gives them as a leftover, he makes sure to hold the person tight and lovingly as if he's giving them a hug when he finishes them off. He can feel their pain, their death; he knows how Bo is: rough and like an animal when he feeds.

If he doesn't want to drink at the moment, he'll just drain them until they are a husk of a person.

Two of his vampire powers, because every vampire has to have vampire powers, is the ability to see his victim's memories after taking their blood and reading thoughts just by looking at a person. He looks back on the victim's memories whenever he wants to escape from reality and see what's outside of Ambrose. He always wanted to travel the state...

Then he met you.

You were exploring the House of Wax while Bo was replacing your spark plugs. You were looking at all of Vincent's creations with awe and bright eyes, but you looked the paintings the most.

He watched you as he stood still in the room, pretending to be a statue, and watched you take a chair from the "Dinning Room" and placed it in front of the painting. His eyes lingered over you as you took out a notebook and started writing something. If he came any closer, he knew you would feel him there, so he'll stay put. It's been a while since someone has looked over his work, but he hasn't seen a writer before.

Then you closed your notebook and looked at his painting, a small smile forming over your lips. You stayed still as you looked over his work. The colors just mixed perfectly that you didn't thing anything of it besides beauty and admiration. Part of you was happy that your spark plugs busted and it led you here. You love art and paintings.

"Vincent," you read aloud the name on the painting as if it was a prayer. Behind you, he gripped the inside of his sleeve. The way you said his name made his still-beating heart start again. He watched the flames get higher and higher, and it burned the inside of his blood.

He heard your heartbeat and how low it grew as you looked at the painting. He sees you pull out your phone and take a picture of his painting, so you can remember it forever. He wondered who you would show it to, who else would love his paintings just as you do. He wasn't to keep you close and never let you go, but why cage a free bird? He decided not to kill you, to let you walk away with memories of the House of Wax and his painting forever stilled in your phone. Even if you forget his name when you leave, he'll never forget you.

"Got yer car fixed," Bo's voice echoed in the house as his boots tapped over the floor. "A good fix, too! Hope ya don't mind mind but I changed your oil as well and put air in y'er tires."

Vincent wanted to tell his brother to stay back and not say anything to him. He wanted to let his brother no to acknowledge him. He wanted to soak in your beauty for a while longer, to inspire him more and more. To remember you as his muse.

But Bo didn't listen to his silent pleads as he looked right at his masked twin.

"Hello, Vincent."

You tilted your head as Bo looked right at a statue then you thought of something that both brothers didn't expect. "Oh! All the statues have names?" Then you looked right at Vincent, smiling, "Is that the statue of the person that did the painting?"

Bo fixed his hat, finally picking up on why Vincent hasn't moved. He chuckles lowly and says, "Why, yes, darlin'." He nodded at Vincent and said, "This is what he looks lik'."

You stood up from your chair and stood in front of him, arms length away. You offered a smile at him and it was the most beautiful thing Vincent has ever laid eyes on. He can't look at the sun or feel its warmth on his face, but your smile made him see every sunset and rise, every bright summer sunny say, every blue filled sky of light and stars.

I wonder if he looks as handsome as he does as a statue, you thought. Vincent's cheeks burned as he heard your thoughts of him racing more and more. I hope I can meet him.

"I love his paintings," you told Bo with a grin. You looked behind to see the painting again. "Do you think I could meet him? I would love to praise his art!" You faced them again and asked, "I love his paintings."

Bo smirks, giving you his best southern boy smile. "Wha' if I tol' you y'all already met him?"

You tilted your head as he patted the back of the statue, but froze as your eyes grew wide. You were expecting something hallow, but you heard Bo's hand patted the back of a person. of a human.

You looked between Bo and the statue, stepping back.

Vincent blinks.

You let out a yelp as you bumped into the chair and fell on your ass. You watched as the statue moved, but Vincent looked almost sad as he did. His lone blue eyes lingered over you as you watched it morph into a bright red, something so close to a blood and red roses.

"Mama tol' ya not t'play wit' y'er food, Vinny," Bo drawl, no emotion in his face. "Ya know betta than 'at."

You coward away until your back is pressed under the painting frame, and you closed your eyes and turned your head to look away. You felt Vincent kneeling in front of you as you started shaking, and he frowned slightly. You're not even going to fight him to stay alive? If you stay with him, he'll fight for you. He'll fight every day and night for you if you'd like.

He placed a hand on your knee and he watched you jump at his touch. He wanted to talk, to tell you you're safe. He wanted to let you know no harm will come. He wants you to live, y/n. Don't you see that? Don't you see he wants you to be happy in his world of art?

Bo stood behind his brother and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well? Get after it, Vin."

Vincent shook his head as he looked up at his brother.

Bo tilted his head then a wicked grin formed. "Oh... you wanna keep 'em?"

Vincent nods as he placed his other hand on your arm. He watched you cry softly as he has you open your eyes to look at him. When your eyes met, he felt his face fall. You looked so scared of him, scared of everything around you, but you relaxed slightly when you watched his red eyes turn from red back to blue.

"Gotta name?" Bo asked you, red eyes looking over your form.

"Y/n," you answered meekly. "I'm y/n." Your eyes scanned over Vincent and you gave a gentle smile, trying to be brave. If the wanted you dead, they would've killed you by now. Vincent would've attacked you from behind and ripped your throat out, but he didn't. He watched you the whole time. "It's nice to meet you, Vincent."

You were still scared, terrified, but something inside you grew.

"Welcome t'Ambrose, y/n," Bo said, his voice sweet as honey. As he gave you a smile, you saw his fangs and how sharp they were.

But Vincent will keep you safe. Vincent will keep you safe forever. Nothing and no one will harm you.

#vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x y/n #vincent sinclair x you #vincent sinclair fanfiction #vincent sinclair house of wax #vincent and bo #vincent sinclair fanfic #vincent sinclair headcanon #bo sinclair #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005) #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax #house of wax fanfic #vampire!bo #vampire!bo sinclair #vampire bo sinclair #vampire vincent sinclair #vampire!vincent #vampire!vincent sinclair #house of was au #house of wax vampire!au #slasher fanfic #slasher fic #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher

[violettduchess]

A/N: My entry for @xxsycamore's Late Summer Rendezvous event. @ominousjangling and I are making this a Cyran kind of night. Her very sweet fluff fic can be found here.

Cyran x Reader, Prompt: Sweat running down body

A sort-of continuation of the events in this Kiss fic, and then this one.

WC: ~1k

How did we get here?

The thought gathers in your mind only to scatter like a flock of starlings at the feel of his impatient mouth dragging over the tender skin of your neck, the greedy dig of his fingers into your hips, the sudden earthquake inside when he pulls you roughly against him (there is no gentle knight here), pressing all of your softness into the hard lines of his body like he wants nothing more than to disappear into it. 

How did we get here?

The answer is in his earthen groan as you grasp his damp sunset hair tightly and the frenzied rhythm of your heartbeat when you're suddenly lifted into his strong arms and find yourself placed upon his desk, the contents of which he scatters with a sweep of his arm, papers fluttering forlornly to the ground.

You got here because you were tossing and turning in your bed, your mind as restless as a caged animal, shuffling from one end of its iron prison to another, fueled by the memory of kissing Cyran in the rain. The heat of his mouth mixing with the cold sting of the water replayed itself over and over until you couldn’t stand it any longer. You had to confront him about what happened. It had to be discussed. 

Yes, discussed. Your mind tried desperately to temper the fire in your body, the one whose long, slow flames keep licking higher and higher.

Although the rain had stopped, the night sky was still bedecked with clouds, shrouding the earth in oppressive, humid darkness. You chanced that darkness, slippered feet whispering over the wet path to the armory, taking the steps up to Cyran’s room as quickly as a bird in flight. The wooden door looked so imposing now that you were standing in front of it. Dark and heavy. Would he even open it? What if your midnight knocking was met with the tip of his broadsword?

He tastes sweeter than any honeyed wine. He touches you like a master sculptor does a soft block of clay, his hands knowing exactly where to linger, where to clutch, where to press, where to caress. Nothing on this earth is as thrilling as the sound of your name when it rolls from his lips in a soft growl.

You knocked on the door, striking the rough wood with a force you didn’t know you had.

Cyran’s bedroom is as humid as the night. Sweat beads across his forehead, rolls in tantalizing trails down the side of his neck. Your hand is gripping that neck. Your mouth is pressed against it. His hand on your thigh. His hand moving higher. Your mouth opens, biting into his shoulder to silence your gasps. You taste the salt of his body on your tongue. He feels the heat of your desire on his fingers.

“We have to talk.” Your words were steadier than you actually felt. Because when he had opened the door, he still damp from the rain and shirtless, a sight that literally took your breath away. A soldier’s body of honed muscle, glistening with lines of perspiration that highlighted not only the grooves of hard muscle but several white scars that speak of the dangers of that profession. Cyran was exhausted, his red hair a tousled mess on his head, dark circles under his eyes. You caught the faint scent of whiskey as he stared at you, exhaling softly. His gaze, bright with drink, with the memory of your kiss, dropped away from you.

“I don’t think that is a good idea.” His words were rough with emotion because they went against everything his heart and body were screaming for.

“Please,” you murmured, taking a step towards him.

“Please,” you beg, voice cracking with lightning, your legs wrapping around him to pull him closer.

He exhaled slowly, then stepped to the side, leaving you room to come in.

He exhales raggedly, hand on the laces of his pants, leaving no room for doubt.

“Are you sure you want to be here?” His words were quiet, his gaze tortured as he looked at you and all the forbidden things you represented. Your answer was the decisive sound of his bedroom door closing.

“Are you sure you want this?” His words are rough, sharp like broken glass, his gaze dark with need as he looks at you and all the tantalizing things you represent. Your answer is the decisive grasping of his hips with greedy hands, the upward drive of yours with impatience.

 “Yes.” You leaned against the door as if you could absorb some strength from its solid presence. Your palms flattened against the rough grain of the wood and then you pushed off it, taking a step towards him. “I can’t…..I can’t ignore this, Cyran. We can’t pretend this isn’t happening.”

“Yes.” The word is pried from your throat as your body coils with desire, fire rushing through you in wild, untameable currents. Your fingers curl into the silken wildfire of his hair, your palm is flat against the muscled line of his waist. “I can’t,” you gasp even as the clouds part and heaven is within your sights, blindingly bright and agonizingly close. 

“It’s no good,” he answered, his heart too worn from aching, from denying what he has felt from the moment he first saw you. He took a step towards you, all of the armor around his heart collapsing in the face of what he felt.

“You’re so good,” he rasps against your neck, driving you both closer and closer.

“No.” He paused, defeated as he met your bright gaze. “No,” he repeated. “I cannot deny what I feel.”

“Yes….”

“Yes….”

You echo each other’s raw, broken whispers. And then words vanish, like water in sunlight as the night explodes with a final thrust of his hips. 

Those words were all you needed. His arms opened the moment you began moving towards him, as unable to resist each other as the moon could the stars. 

He gathers you in his arms, holding you against him. His hand comes up to push your sweat-damp hair away from your face, fingers brushing against your flushed cheeks.

“I want you, Cyran,” you murmured against his lips, giving voice to the secret that had been growing in your heart for weeks. The words shot through him like a flaming arrow, lighting up his entire heart, setting his soul on fire. He answered you with a blistering kiss.

How did we get here?

As Cyran carries you to his bed, as he gently lays you down and then follows, pulling you into the warm, safe circle of his arms, you realize that the question of ‘how’ is irrelevant.

You are here. 

And that’s all that matters.

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[awesomesauce-abbie]

Braving the storm

Word Count: 991

TW: None

A/N: Hello! This is my first time writing for Lotor and my first time writing for over a year so please feel free to leave any constructive criticism and let me if you enjoyed the post! Requests are closed as I can’t guarantee I’ll be posting frequently.

You and Prince Lotor had landed on an unknown jungle planet in hopes of finding food and shelter. The sinclince ship was fine but not exactly comfortable and your food supplies were nonexistent, purchasing them from a civilised planet was out of the question now that Lotor was labelled a traitor to the Galra Empire. His generals had abandoned him but not you, your loyalty to the prince was unshakable and was your love for him even if it was possibly unrequited. Lotor was a brilliant fighter and an even better strategist who unlike most Galra had a heart and cared about the lives of others including the lives of the planets he once conquered. He was so different from his monster of a father and was now wanted dead because of it. How lonely he must be you thought to yourself, even if your heart was broken you were glad to have stayed by his side.

You were distracted from your thoughts as Lotor approached you. “Here, it's not much but you should eat” The Galran prince held out a large unusual-looking fruit, it looked like an apple but it was the size of a melon, square-shaped and cobalt blue. “Thank you, sir” you smiled politely and took the fruit. “Oh come now, it's just the two of us. There is no need for titles” Lotor chuckled before taking a bite out of his space apple. “Sorry, I’m not used to addressing you so formally si-Lotor” you quickly corrected yourself, something that Lotor didn’t miss. He chuckled again, the noise was music to your ears. It was so rare for him to have a genuine smile let alone a real laugh, you committed the sound to memory lest you never heard it again. You had been staring at him for a few minutes now as you quietly munched on your fruit, you looked up to the sky and immediately frowned. The clouds, which had been white and fluffy less than an hour ago, were now a dark grey. “Looks like we’ll have a storm tonight” you muttered miserably “yes, we’ll have to find some kind of shelter. The sincline ship aren’t exactly comfortable but I did spot a small cave not far from here, it should be satisfactory for tonight.”

You both finished your food which was surprisingly filling despite its small size before gathering the few supplies you had and headed to the cave. It was small but it was dry and on higher ground so there was little chance of getting flooded. Lotor made a small fire just as the rain started but then there was the sound you dreaded most. Booming thunder, you thought your eardrums were about to burst. The horrid sound made you jump and you covered your ears just as the sky was lit up by a flash of lightning. You were shaking like a leaf, oblivious to the worried stares Lotor was giving you. The rain pounded on the roof of rock and the thunder only seemed to be getting louder, it wasn’t long before you were trembling and on the verge of tears. Lotor moved over to you and carefully placed a hand on your shoulder, you flinched at his sudden touch but looked up at him. Before he could get another word in, the thunder boomed again and you practically jumped into Lotor’s arms. He held you tightly for a few moments, a soft smile on his face. “It’s alright darling, you’re safe here with me” he said soothingly almost in a whisper before using one hand to cover an ear and pulled you into his chest. His gloved hand offered more protection from the storm, you focused on his heartbeat as you found it soothing and soon enough the calming rhythm lulled you to sleep.

When you woke the next morning, Lotor still had his arms wrapped around you. The storm passed, the sun shined brightly in the morning sky and it was a peaceful start to the day. You tried to sit up without waking him up but your efforts were in vain. He opened his eyes with a tired groan and looked over at you with a small smile. “Good morning, sleep well?” He asked, sitting up and moving away to give you space. You tried not to show the sadness on your face as you nodded. “I did thanks to sir, I appreciate what you did for me.” Lotor smirked at you “I told you to drop the titles or do you not remember? Never mind that I’m glad I was able to help you brave the storm and I will happily do it again for you.” Your heart pounded as he moved closer to you, any closer and you’re sure he would be able to hear your heartbeat. “T-that’s very generous of you Lotor” You smiled bashfully as you looked down to avoid his gaze. He reached out and cupped your chin in his hand and lifted your head up. “It’s the least I can do for the person who stolen my heart” he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft, delicate, you thought you were still asleep and having the most wonderful dream but you opened your eyes as Lotor’s warm lips were on your own. He pulled away shortly after, the kiss had been real and it had been perfect.

“You stole my heart long ago, my precious starlight but with so many eyes on us I feared that you would be in danger if you ever discovered how I truly feel about you. You understand don’t you?” Lotor was anxious as he asked but all you could do was smile. “Of course I understand, Lotor your heart isn’t the only that was stolen” you chuckled, his face broke out into a grin as he kissed you once more and you knew that you could brave any storm with Lotor at your side.

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[anonymousoneshots]

Carnival

Jey Uso x Reader

Rating: 18+ NSFW

Warnings: Public Sex, Fingering

A/N: I know, this is being posted so much later than promised. It’s my first time writing for Jey and I admit to struggling. As always, feedback is encouraged. xx

“One more, you’ve got this.” You’re standing behind Jey with your hands in a prayer formation in front of your lips. One more shot and he’s got this thing in the bag.

“C’mon, now. Don’t let my girl down,” Jey whispers to the basketball in his hands. One.. Two.. Three..! The basketball leaves Jey’s fingertips and soars through the air in slow motion. Boom! The winning buzzer sounds and the carny looks displeased.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Jey exclaims as you jump up and throw your arms around his shoulders, your laughter filling the air. Jey reaches back to hold you up, his hands under your thighs and your arms around his neck in a piggy back. The carny looks at you both impatiently and asks what you want in a disgruntled tone.

“Whatchu want, baby girl?” Jey asks, as your eyes scan the large array of stuffed animals of various sizes.

“That one,” you nod your head to the right. “The baby octopus.”

“What? The baby octopus? You don’t want one of the big ones?”

“He’s cute. Just like you,” you say, nuzzling your chin into his shoulder. The carny grabs the animal you requested from behind the counter and hands it to you. Jey drops you from his back playfully.

“All that work for a damn baby octopus,” he says. You giggle and smile, nudging his arm with your shoulder lightheartedly as you continue down the midway, toying with the animal he’d won for you. He looks over and smiles back at you, those dark eyes of his swimming in the glow from the sunset. With the sun setting, all of the rides and game tents begin to light up, and just ahead of you the Ferris wheel dazzles with it’s colorful dancing lights.

“The Ferris wheel! Let’s ride it,” you say excitedly. Jey gives you a look that questions your seriousness.

“It’s romantic,” you purr, taking his hand and dragging him towards it.

Once you’re seated in a car, Jey puts his arm around you and pulls you close. You rest your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as the ride begins to move. As the wheel turns and your car gets higher and higher, the sounds of the carnival fade and a cool wind surrounds you. It’s quiet and comfortable up in the sky, safe and sound in your boyfriend’s arms.

Suddenly, you hear a creaking sound that crescendos to a loud pop, and the ride stops moving. You lift your head and glance at Jey with a concerned look.

“Well, shit,” he says, peering over the side of the car. Your at the peak of the Ferris wheel, the car lighting swinging back and forth with the wind.

“What happened?” You turn towards him and try to peer over the car as well, squinting at the group of workers surrounding the panel to the ride.

“I think we’re stuck up here,” Jey says. He doesn’t seem worried, but you’re a bit nervous. Jey notices the worry in your eyes and softly places his hand under your chin, titling your head up to meet his gaze.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I got you,” he says reassuringly. The lights are flashing in patterns all around you, reflecting in your eyes, making them iridescent. Jey’s looking at you with wonder, like you’re made of starlight. He leans forward and places a gentle, calming kiss on your lips, your eyes fluttering closed as your nerves settle. He pulls back and studies your face, the small parting of your lips and your delicate eyelids, and the slight reddening of your nose from the chill in the air. You let out a soft exhale and slowly open your eyes, smiling as you realize he’s studying you.

“What?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

“I’m so lucky,” he says, as he leans forward again to kiss you once more. You place one hand on his chest and the other gently on the side of his neck, pulling him closer. He has his hands on your hips, gripping them tighter as the kiss deepens. Your nails softly graze his neck where your hand is resting, eliciting a guttural moan from him. You feel a familiar pull in your core, wanting more of him. You part your lips, inviting his tongue to explore your mouth. He grabs you suddenly, pulling and lifting you so you’re now straddling his waist.

“Jey, what are you doing?” You gasp and giggle into his lips that have barely detached themselves from yours. He pulls away and looks at you with a dazed expression.

“Passing the time,” he replies in a cocky tone, a daring smile tugging at his lips. You glance over his shoulder towards the ground where more workers are now surrounding the panel before meeting his smile with your own playful one, ready to make your own fun. You grab his face in your hands and begin kissing him again, running your hand back through his hair. You slowly begin grinding your hips into his, your skirt riding up to your hips, the hardening of his dick rewarding you and encouraging you to grind harder.

He slides his hands up your shirt, the contact of his hands with your skin sending a wave of pleasure down your spine. You let out a soft gasp, tugging at his hair and pressing your lips into his feverishly. The car your in is rocking with your movements now, making the chains and blots whine. You pull away from Jey and look up to where your car connects to the wheel.

“Maybe we should stop,” you say breathlessly, glancing at Jey with concern in your eyes. With your movements halted, the rocking of the cars slows.

“Nah, [y/n], we just gotta do things a little different,” he places a quick reassuring kiss on your lips before sliding you off of him and back onto the bench beside him. You move to readjust your skirt and pull it back into position on your thighs, but Jey’s hand stops you.

“Spread your legs,” he commands. You give him a look of disbelief as he stares at you expectantly.

“Jey! Making out is one thing, I’m not-” the rest of your sentence is cut off as Jey presses a hand over your mouth and gives you a challenging look, daring you to question him.

“I’m gon’ say it one more time. Spread your legs.”

You’re breathing heavily through your nose, your heart racing. Wetness pools at your center at his command, the cool air hitting you in a teasing way as you slowly open your legs. He releases his hold on your mouth, allowing you to gulp in a breath of air. He slowly moves his right hand up your inner thigh, goosebumps forming as he gets closer and closer to where you ache for him. He’s sitting angled toward you, watching your growing look of anticipation smugly.

“What were you saying, baby girl? You want me to stop?” His hand is no longer inching towards your core, as he stops a third of the way up your thigh and brings his hand to rest on top. He looks into your eyes expectantly, waiting for you to give him the green light to please you. The hammering of your heart echos in your ears and makes Jey’s voice sound distant.

“I don’t want you to stop. Touch me,” you ask him, pleading with your eyes. He smirks and slides his hand back to the inside of your thigh. His fingertips graze the fabric of your panties. You shudder and shift closer to him, craving his fingers inside you. Jey leans closer to you and whispers sweet nothings about how aroused you are, his voice as smooth as silk, causing another wave of warmth to wash over you. He takes a finger and moves your now soaked garment to the side, swiping his index finger down your slit. A moan escapes your lips at the contact.

Jey’s gaze darkens at the sound as he continues to slide his finger up and down, your mouth dropping open further with each motion. More small moans are dying in your throat, threatening to break the silence with each stoke. Your clit is tender, and your legs twitch each time Jey’s fingers graze the bundle of nerves. He adds a second finger, spreading your lips as he goes up and down, the cool air caressing your folds and making you shudder.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” He murmurs, his breath hot and husky in your ear. He pushes his two fingers inside you, and you answer with a moan. He curls his fingers and pumps fast, hitting the prefect spot. Your muscles tense as lights dot your vision, pleasurable moans falling out of your mouth. Jey takes his free hand and covers your mouth, stifling your pornographic sounds. He doesn’t let up until your back arches off the seat, your eyes rolling back and your walls clenching around his fingers. He watches you ride your orgasm with a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. He slowly slides his fingers out of you as you begin to relax and slump back onto the bench, spent. Your eyes flutter open in time to see him suck your orgasm off his fingers, not taking his eyes off yours.

“God, thats hot,” you remark, straightening up and biting your lip. You lean forward and reach for Jey’s member straining against the fabric of his pants, but he grabs your wrist and kisses your hand instead.

“Don’t worry about me, [y/n], relax,” he says softly, returning your hand to your lap and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You settle in comfortably and let your body meld into his side. Letting yourself go under the stars high up in the open air was something you wouldn’t soon forget. You mind is hazy as you snuggle closer to Jey.

“I love you,” you mumble as exhaustion takes over you.

“I love you too, baby girl.”

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[bladeinthedark]

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x female!reader Request: hi! could i request a nikolai x heartrender reader where the reader helps comfort/take care of nikolai after he turns back to himself after turning into the monster one night? tysm! <3

Summary: When everything is falling apart around Nikolai, you’re there to support him and bring more peace into his life. Words: 4k Warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, lots of angst

You had been in the King’s service for quite a while. When you had first joined the Second Army as a child, you never imagined to one day find yourself in the King of Ravka’s inner circle, but now you were one of the first to be called to the King if he needed help. 

The help you could offer was mostly connected to the powers gifted to you. Being a heartrender secured lots of different tasks in the King’s service for you, but there was one task given you that was the most important.

Countless times you had sat on the King’s bedside, your fingers moving over his palm as you slowed down his heartbeat. Nikolai’s dishevelled blonde hair was spread over the pillow, his eyes losing focus again and again as he desperately tried to look at you. “It’s alright, moi tsar,” you whispered, your voice reflecting the desperation inside you. It hurt you to see him like this. Over and over again. 

When his eyes closed, his heartbeat slowing to a sleepy rate, you stayed for a bit longer than needed. How many times would you have to do this again?

Today had been a slow day at the palace. Genya had left this morning to head out to a First Army camp, Zoya leaving to take a ship to Kerch for some private business she had. That meant you and Nikolai were basically alone in the palace for a few days. At least when it came to your friends. 

David was still there, but he didn’t like to come out of his workshop anyway, unless Genya made him. 

However, just because your two closest friends were away didn’t mean you didn’t have any work to do. You had a heartrendering lesson to teach today, out on the grounds of the Little Palace, with the teens this time. You didn’t have a preference when it came to teaching different age groups, but all of them had a different way of listening to you and then learning from the moves you made. 

It was a stormy day today and the clouds were dark, heavy with the upcoming rain. You liked to train outside and teach with the fresh air around you. It was a calming atmosphere for a lot of students and for you as well.

Yet your time was cut short. It soon started pouring rain, thunder roaring in the sky and you quickly directed everyone to get back inside the palace. “We will continue the lesson tomorrow,” you assured them. You wanted to teach a new unit and it wasn’t worth it trying to gather everyone in a room again. Until silence would have settled, your time would already be over. 

So you spent the rest of your day going over letters that had been sent to you in your office. You cut them open neatly, read through them and then made two different piles. The one on your left would be for letters that didn’t require a response and the one on your right would be the ones that you had to get back to at some point. The right pile ended up being much higher than the first one.

You dipped your quill into a small bottle of ink, starting to write your letter to a Commander of the First Army. He had requested a few Second Army troops, but you couldn’t give him what he wanted at the moment. 

A knock on the door made you look up from the parchment. “Come in,” you said, but you already knew who it was. You would recognise that heartbeat anywhere. It was the one you so frequently looked for, calming it, gifting this heart a well needed rest. 

“Moi tsar,” you greeted the King when he closed the door behind him. He was wearing his uniform, blond hair slightly dishevelled, a few strands hanging down onto his forehead. He pushed the sleeves of his brown jacket up as he made his way over to you. Your desk was standing by the window, the lightning outside illuminating the scene every now and then. 

“You still call me that every time,” Nikolai chuckled, pulling the chair from your dressing table over to the desk. He sat down opposite of you, a grin on his face. “What is my favourite heartrender working on, huh?” He seemed to be in a good mood. Just a few nights ago you had visited his chambers to free him from his pain again. To free him from the hold the monster had on him even after it visibly disappeared.

Nikolai had become more than just your prince or your king over the years. He had become a good friend, a best friend. You trusted him with your life and he trusted you with his. 

After the monster had settled inside him after that fateful fight, he came to you for help. He knew you couldn’t make it go away, but you could grant him a little peace every time that dark storm raged inside him again. He trusted you, to make this your shared secret and to look after him in some way. This situation made your bond even stronger, unbreakable. Whenever his body ached, his heart dared to burst out of his chest and he was haunted by visions and nightmares, you were there to bring him calm, like the sound of soft ocean waves hitting the shore or the birds singing outside of his window. 

Nikolai wasn’t too sure if what he was feeling in his stomach sometimes, when he looked at you, was only the feeling of relief, someone coming to help him. It felt more like something that reached a lot deeper. 

He had so much admiration for you. Even when his limbs were filled with pain, when his hands felt like they were on fire, shivers sometimes ran through his body whenever you touched him. Your soft fingertips running over his skin left a mark on him no one else could. He wanted to carry that feeling around all day, at all times. 

“Just answering some letters. There have been quite a few letters from the First Army,” you explained to him, but placed the quill down to make sure Nikolai knew he had all your attention.

“And what is my favourite king doing on a stormy day like this?” You asked, a smile on your face. Talking to Nikolai always felt so easy, so natural. There were no secrets between you two.

Except for the yearning deep inside you. The urge to kiss his forehead whenever you helped him fall asleep. The desire to lace your fingers together whenever he put his hand out to you. His pink lips looking so inviting when you came to check up on him in the morning. 

Everything about Nikolai was admirable. His looks, his personality, even the way he carried himself. Yet you felt like giving in to these feelings, your deepest desires, would be a death sentence for your friendship. 

For you, Nikolai was a good friend. For others, he was their king, representing a country that had been divided for centuries. He had more important things to do than form a deeper relationship with a heartrender in his service. There was enough space for you in his life to be a friend, but your love might be too big to fit his chest in times like these.

You could still dream about it at night though. Every now and then.

“I’m your favourite king? I didn’t know there was another one,” he chuckled and then picked one of the grapes from your fruit bowl. You always kept something to eat around when you were working on your desk.

“I started to-” he said with a full mouth, but then paused to speak clearly again. “I started going over some documents as well. Was really boring though, so I’m here now to check up on you.”

Nikolai did complain about his work load sometimes, but you knew that he would do even more if he had to. He would do anything for this country and make it a peaceful, balanced place again after all the chaos it had to endure over the years. The Darkling’s terror was over, as was the horrible irresponsibly of his father. The young king was here to put things right again. 

“Well, I’m glad you’re keeping me company. The palace is a lot more quiet when Genya and Zoya are gone, don’t you think?” You leaned back in your chair, crossing your legs while Nikolai continued to eat some of the grapes. 

“Yeah, it is. I don’t see David getting dragged around as much as usual.”

You let out a chuckle at his answer, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “He needs to get out of the workshop sometimes, you know that.”

“I do, I do,” the blonde man insisted, eventually playing with the letters you had deemed as unimportant. “So, will you join me for dinner tonight?”

Dinner? You didn’t know when you had dinner alone, just the two of you, for the last time.

“Just us. Won’t even drag David out of the workshop.”

A tingling sensation spread in your stomach. A dinner for just the two of you sounded almost too good to be true. But it was surely a thing between friends. Catching up on recent work, enjoying a day inside since the weather was so horrible…

“I would love to,” you agreed eventually, nodding reassuringly.

A grin spread over Nikolai’s face and his eyes lit up. Not only due to the lightning that basked your room in light again. 

“Then I will see you at the usual time, my favourite heartrender.”

Then he was gone, leaving you with a fast beating heart and the urge to count down the seconds until dinner. 

Dinner with Nikolai never came.

You sat in the dining hall at the long table, in your usual spot, right next to the King’s seat at the head of the table. The rain was still splattering against the window rapidly, the candles on the table were reflecting their light onto the polished plates in front of you. 

Your hands fumbled with the sleeves of your red kefta, a sigh leaving your lips. 

The white and golden walls of the room were starting to make you feel trapped in this room. Guards were standing outside, but the room itself, it was empty, except for you. 

The eerie silence was only interrupted by the pitter-patter of the rain and the thunder roaring outside. Your gaze travelled over portraits and expensive furniture, over all the gold and glamour you were surrounded with.

Anything to distract you from the pressure in your chest.

Did Nikolai just forget about your meeting? No, he wasn’t someone to do that.

Did he deem something else as more important? Maybe, but he would have told you. He would have sent someone to inform you about any changes in his schedule, especially if there was something planned with you.

Did something happen to him? 

The thought alone sent a wave of nausea through you. Your fingers tapped against the polished table, feeling continuously nervous. You couldn’t just sit around here all night. 

You pushed back the chair and then stormed towards the large double doors that led back into the hallway of the palace. 

“Miss-”

It was probably one of the guards wanting to stop you from leaving. He probably had some kind of excuse on his lips why you should stay, but you knew that something must have happened if Nikolai didn’t appear at the promised time. 

Too much time had already passed. He could be dead by now. And you had been sitting around, waiting for the food to be served. 

When you turned the corner, wanting to head straight to Nikolai’s office to look if he was there, David came rushing towards you. His hair was even more dishevelled than usual, sweat was pooling on his forehead and he was out of breath by the time he reached you. 

“Where is Nikolai?” 

It was all you said. He must know. 

“He’s in his chambers. I was about to call you for-” 

You didn’t need another explanation. Without waiting a second longer, you left David standing in the hallway and your feet took you to Nikolai’s chambers as fast as you could. The walls around you seemed to be spinning by the time you arrived in the other wing of the palace, standing in front of the king’s chambers. 

“Saints,” you breathed out, already being able to hear Nikolai’s rapid heartbeat. 

You slipped into his room, locking the door behind you. 

Nikolai was sitting on the edge of the bed, blood running down his temple, claws still present on his hands. He was shirtless, his chest filled with bruises and scratches. 

Your heart almost stopped. You didn’t like to see him in pain. Then there was the overwhelming urge to take it from him, to tend to his wounds somehow, even if you weren’t a healer. 

“Nikolai,” you breathed out and he turned to look at you. He seemed to look right past you for a moment, until his eyes seemed to fill with tears. “My favourite heartrender,” he croaked, lifting his arm to reach out to you.

In a few big steps, you were by the bed, in front of him. 

You knew he had turned into the monster again. He had probably fought with an animal, maybe losing himself between tree branches again, their sharp ends poking through his skin. Your hands found his and he visibly tensed up again. 

“The claw-” he started, but you were quick to interrupt him. 

“I don’t care, Nikolai. I don’t care,” you whispered, voice breaking as tears welled up in your eyes as well. All this pain for a young man with already too much weight on his shoulders.

For a moment, you closed your eyes, focusing on his heart rate once more. As you had done so many times before. His heartbeat was a familiar sound in your ear, a sound following to your dreams as if it was pounding exactly like yours. 

Nikolai relaxed, his heart slowing down once more and his breathing regulating again as well. 

“It’s alright,” you whispered and kneeled down in front of him. His claws slowly disappeared and you watched him close his eyes for a moment. His jaw unclenched and a single tear ran down his cheek, but you were quick to wipe it away.

“Everything’s alright,” you reassured him, slowly getting back onto your feet and grabbing a towel from the nearby dressing table. With precision, you wiped the blood off his temple, before sitting down next to him on the bed. 

Nikolai didn’t look at you for what seemed like an eternity. His gaze was fixed on his hands as if they were displaying a horror he had never seen before. His breathing stayed the same but you could feel his heartbeat slowly rising once more. Your hand found its way onto his back, trying to keep him calm, using your powers to assist that goal. 

The lightning outside lit up the room again. You could see more blood stains on Nikolai’s arms and his chest. His blonde hair was darker from dirt gathered in it. A sign of his journey, of the fate he was haunted by. 

The monster would always be a part of him.

And comforting him would always be your priority.

“Want me to run you a bath?” You asked softly, fingers gliding over his bare back. Under different circumstances, you would have used the time to enjoy the view in front of you. Seeing his bare skin, his hard chest and wondering what it would feel like to let your lips meet his soft skin.

But this was far from any of the scenarios you wished for in your head.

A nod from your king. 

You left him in his bed for a moment as you prepared the bathtub in the adjacent bathroom. You also got some fresh towels ready as well as some thin pants for Nikolai to sleep in, together with his night robe. 

By the time everything was prepared, Nikolai was standing in the door already. He seemed a bit more collected now. “I need that bath,” he mumbled and started opening his pants. You turned around, staring at the wall in front of you with burning cheeks. 

When you heard Nikolai settle in the bathtub, you dared to turn around again. The bubbles and foam were covering enough so you could only make out parts of the man’s chest. It still didn’t stop your own heartbeat from rising. Tending to his wounds was usually less intimate than watching him lean back in the bathtub, arms resting on either side of it. 

“I will wait in the bedroom,” you assured him, but you were just by the door as his voice sounded through the room again. 

“Stay here.”

You turned around to face him and there was a desperation in his eyes you hadn’t seen before. They seemed to be pleading with you to stay, to not leave him alone. 

“I will.”

His expression relaxed once more and then he reached out for you. Your legs felt weak as you made your way closer to the tub, eventually letting your hands meet. His fingers intertwined with yours easily, as if they belonged into that position. Your eyes met again and the pain in them was gone. It had made space for something else – adoration. 

His hazel eyes closed for another moment and when he opened them again, tears were dwelling on the edges, but a smile was on visible on his lips. “Thank you for doing this. For… all of this,” he whispered, his voice almost being drowned out by the sound of the rain outside. 

You slowly knelt down to bring yourself to about the same height as Nikolai in the bathtub. Your other hand went to cover his as you kept it in a strong hold. You could feel the pulse in his arms, the loud beating of his heart and you knew that he was enjoying this moment just as much as you were. It just raised the question inside of you where all of this would go eventually. Would you be able to confess your feelings for the King? For someone you had sworn to protect and serve, but had found a good friend in instead? 

His hand let go of yours and for a moment, you felt disappointment sink into your stomach. But Nikolai’s hand soon found the back of your neck, warmth spreading there and goosebumps making their way to every part of your body. You held your breath for a second as you felt a slight pressure on your neck. Nikolai moved you just a bit closer as he leaned forward as well. You were able to feel his breath on your lips, a shiver running down your back. You were so close – close enough to kiss. 

“Can I?” His voice was barely more than a whisper. 

The words were stuck in your throat, so all you did was nod, too afraid to destroy the moment and the silence between you. 

Then his lips were on yours, light as a feather, but it seemed to shake you to your core. It felt wonderful, almost like flying, and as if a heavy weight was finally taken from your shoulder. The heat in your cheeks was rising, your hand finding its way into Nikolai’s blonde hair, slightly wet from the bath. 

The pressure on your neck increased, so you moved forward a bit, enough to make it easier for the kiss to become deeper, more passionate. Kissing someone had never felt this good and when your hands cupped Nikolai’s cheeks, you could practically hear his heartbeat jumping. His hand stayed in your neck, a sign that he didn’t want this to end. Maybe ever. 

Only when you had to breathe again, did you dare to pull away. His eyes were darker, filled with a tint of lust, but more importantly, his breathing had changed. It was faster, like his heartbeat. “You don’t know how many times I had wanted to do this.” 

His confession was unexpected, but very welcome. “Me too.” It was just fair that he knew your feelings as well. For a moment, you regretted not saying something, or doing something, sooner, so you could have enjoyed this a lot earlier. But everything was perfect the way it was. 

Slowly, with wobbly legs, you stood up again, but your eyes never left Nikolai’s as you walked over and grabbed a bathrobe and towels for him. “As much as I like kissing you, I think you need to wash all the blood off and get into your bed. Then maybe, you can get another kiss?”

A grin appeared on the King’s face at your words. It was filled with love, adoration and most importantly, he seemed happy. His shoulders didn’t look as tense anymore and the horror in his face had left, traces of the monster inside him fully retreated. 

“Then I must get to bed immediately,” he agreed and as he slowly lifted himself out of the tub, you turned around to give him his privacy. 

You watched the lightning outside, seeing the branches of the trees shaking in the wind. It was a beautiful sight, but you shivered at the thought of Nikolai being out there earlier, flying through the storm, coming back with wounds and blood all over him. 

Arms wrapped around your waist, Nikolai’s head resting on your shoulder as he pulled you closer against him from behind. The bathrobe felt soft against you, but his breath at your cheek was enough to make your legs feel weak as well. A kiss was planted onto your cheek and you could feel Nikolai’s heartbeat slowing down more and more. He was relaxing, finally getting some emotional rest. But you would have to get him to bed as well, so he can let his body regenerate. 

“Let’s go to bed,” you whispered, before turning around in his arms. Hands found their way to your hips as you looked at the man in front of you. The smile was still apparent on his lips, the same excitement and love in his eyes as before. “I can’t even say no to you when you say it like that,” he smiled, taking your hand again as he walked back into his bedroom, eventually getting into bed himself. 

You sat down on the edge again, taking his hand into your own and moving two fingers up and down on his arm. “Are you going to make me sleep again?” His voice was soft and you would have thought it might indicate that he did not want to sleep yet, but his tired eyes, now struggling to stay open, spoke another story. 

“If you want me to,” you answered, not forcing anything upon him. When the beast didn’t let go of his heart, making it race over and over, and he wasn’t able to calm down, then you did force him to sleep once or twice. But Nikolai seemed alright now, not in need of heartrending-induced sleeping. 

“I do. But only after you’ve given me a kiss,” he demanded, sitting up a bit in bed again as he leant forward to you. A smile on his lips, he pursed his lips, expecting a kiss from you. 

You were certainly not going to deny him that. 

Leaning forward, your lips met again, the same intoxicating feeling making its way through your body. Your hands cupped his warm cheeks, smiling into the kiss as you fully enjoyed the goosebumps, the shivers, all the sensations this was giving you. Nikolai’s lips felt like heaven, there was no doubt about it. 

When you pulled away again, his cheeks had turned a darker colour, but he let himself drop into the pillow with a satisfied smile. 

“Goodnight, my favourite heartrender,” he whispered, smile on his lips as he closed his eyes.

You couldn’t hold back your own smile and the content feeling in your stomach become even more apparent. 

“Goodnight, Nikolai.”

You sat there for another moment. You would always keep him safe.

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[writingtoforgetreality]

Tin Can (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: A battle didn't go as planned when someone ran you over with full force. Realizing his mistake, a certain Mandalorian made it his mission to bring you to safety.

Warnings: none, i think (it's been a while since i last tagged my fics), language and humor?

The deafening battle around you restricted your hearing. While you felt your heartbeat thumping in your ears, you couldn't discern anything else. A huge disadvantage during a fight. Your periphery allowed you to notice bodies flying all over the place. It was only a matter of time until they reached you. They? Who were they anyway? At this point, you were completely clueless. Who could you trust and, most importantly, who should you attack?

Natural instinct yelled at you to turn around and so you did. Unfortunately, your reflexes weren't qualified enough to dodge the next blow. And shit, that hurt. Whoever had the brilliant idea to choose you as their next victim sure packed one hell of a punch. For a second, breathing was nearly impossible. Lungs felt as if someone was squeezing them. Your head shook briefly to rid yourself of the sudden dizziness.

One hand lifted itself to your face to shield your eyes from the blasting suns painting the sky. Once the dark spots blurring your vision faded, you could focus again. The figure in front of you received sharp edges and clear lines. You made out who exactly was in front of you. It might not have been your smartest move, yet you couldn't help but scoff.

"Is that all you got, tin can?" you groaned through gritted teeth, brushing off the sand as you got back on your feet.

"I'm a Mandalorian." echoed his deep voice. While his helmet limited your sight of his face, the position of his visor, the slight tilt, betrayed him. Status, you answered in your head, connecting the dots. He wanted you to view him as some higher-up.

You eyed him from head to toe, eyebrows raising in the process. "Well...obviously."

"You aren't scared." though it was a statement rather than a question, you could sense the confusion in between the lines.

"Are you about to kill me?"

"...No?"

"Why should I be scared then?" you left him speechless. A smirk spread over your lips, satisfied to have this effect on him. "Besides..." you paused shortly, redirecting your line of sight. "Somebody traveling with a green little guy doesn't look all too intimidating to me."

"He could easily kill you."

"Hm." you pretended to think really hard. "Guess I'm lucky then, huh?"

"Are you aware of the battle around you or-?" a smile was detectable in his words.

"Oh, very much so. Thanks by the way." you motioned to your side, signaling that he did, in fact, hurt you while running you over.

"You can't just stand in a battlefield."

"Bold of you to assume I was just standing there without doing shit." you mumbled.

A loud explosion to your right gained your attention. Exchanging a quick glance, a silent, unspoken promise was established. Nodding your head, more for yourself than for anyone else, you positioned yourself with your blasters at the ready. It was only then when you scarily concluded that, next to a Mandalorian, you were as good as dead. Hell, you didn't even have a single piece of armor while he was decked with beskar. Whole body protected with the confidence of staying unharmed. Long story short: you were screwed.

Nobody was running towards you so you took the chance to speak up.

"Um? Tin can?"

"What?" he appeared more than pissed at your silly nickname but you had no time to elaborate on that right now. If you survived, he wouldn’t hear the end of it, though. That much you’d make sure of.

"You don't happen to have any more of that armor, do you?"

His shoulders visibly tensed and, as if he hadn't spared a second thought to it before, he faced you with shock. There weren't many options. You could fight and risk your life. Though, risking in that context meant a full-blown suicide mission. You could use the Mandalorian as a shield. Or...you could run. As much as you despised the latter, it seemed like the most logical choice. A modulated voice from your left halted your inner turmoil.

"Follow me." it wasn't a question. Not a suggestion, either. It was a demand. And though you did find humor in this situation, you were the first one to admit that you were scared. Terrified, even.

He sprinted off, making sure to cast one last glance over his shoulder, silently signaling to you to follow his footsteps. You didn't need to be told twice. Trailing close behind the dents his heavy boots left in the sand, you eventually reached a spaceship. His, you figured. The model wasn't the newest or most progressive one you had seen but it was better than nothing. Thick metal doors unsealed in front of you and allowed you a first glimpse inside. Quickly, you walked up the ramp into what you hoped to be a safe place. At least for the time being. Only when the doors shifted and locked themselves could you relax and breathe freely again.

You were about to start a mundane conversation to dissolve the tension but before you had the chance to utter the first word, your knees buckled and you fell to the floor ungracefully. A sharp hiss left your tight lips. It was enough for the Mandalorian to focus solely on your hunched figure. He didn't quite know what to do or how to handle the situation. Awkwardly he got to a kneeling position and extended his hands, without having the intention to actually touch you.

"I'm fine." you breathed out, shutting your eyes.

"Mhm." his acknowledgment sounded funny through the barricade of his helmet. Maybe you were turning insane. Or maybe, and that was more plausible, you were simply close to falling unconscious. Apparently, the pain was worse than you had originally thought.

"Hey." it was his voice again, cutting through the white noise buzzing around you. Your eyes snapped open, shaken out of your reverie. "There you are." he mumbled and were it not for your surroundings to be eerily quiet, you'd have missed it.

Swimming the fine line between passing out and staying awake, you barely perceived his skilled glove-covered hands working on your injury. No internal bleedings and no fractioned ribs. Though they were badly bruised and sprained. Time was what you needed now. There was no way you were able to waltz out of his ship without any problems. Not for a few weeks. The Mandalorian, after carefully carrying you to his usual sleeping place, released a long, exhausted sigh. Making sure that you were out cold, he stripped his helmet over his head. He placed it on the small table next to him. His hands ruffled through his hair, going through every possibility. Sure, he could bring you somewhere safe, somewhere you could rest before heading out into the vast galaxy again. At the same time, there was guilt sitting in the pit of his stomach. Were it not for him attacking you, which was uncalled for he now realized, you wouldn’t have been injured in the first place. To make things even, he planned on keeping you around for a while longer. Just until you were fully healed again.

Whining sounds ripped you from your dreamless sleep. The first sensation you were aware of was the throbbing in your side. Slowly, bits and pieces of the day before returned to you. Blinking away the tiredness, you took in the room you were occupying. Still the ship the Mandalorian offered for your safety. Rolling your head to your side, too afraid to worsen the pain if you moved too much, you released a surprised gasp. The little green guy from yesterday, you noted. He couldn’t actually kill you, right? That statement was merely a joke…right?

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” the now familiar modulated voice redirected your attention. Wearing that much armor all day long must be tiring.

“Thank you.” you choked out, realizing that your throat was uncomfortably dry. The man hovering above you silently dismissed you. “No. I mean it. Thank you.”

“For what?” a pained chuckle could be heard. “Hurting you?"

“Well.” slow movements brought you to a sitting position. But not without a few moans of displeasure. “There was a battle going on. It was hard to figure out who was on which side. I’d have attacked you too if I were to see you first.”

“Yeah?” you could practically see his raised eyebrows and the features of disbelief under the helmet.

“No.” you admitted right away. “I’d have turned around to run away. You really think I’d fight against all of…this?” arms flailed around you, motioning to the man who stopped whatever he was doing to focus on the conversation at hand.

“I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure out how smart you actually are.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you didn’t even try to hide how offended you were.

“You were in the middle of a battlefield.” he pointed out, leaning his body against a nearby wall, arms crossing over his chest. “Without any form of protection.”

“I had m-“ your weak attempt got cut off by his much stronger voice.

“Don’t say you had your blasters with you. These things?” long strides made their way over to where he positioned all your stuff the previous night. He picked one of your weapons up, turning it around in his hands before putting it back to its previous place. “The fact that they’re even called blasters-“

“Excuse me, I’m not a Mandalorian. I don’t have the credits to buy fancy weapons or armor.”

“That has nothing to do with being a Mandalorian.” he cleared up, thinking you cared for whatever reason he was about to present to you.

“Who cares?” strangely, you felt the need to defend yourself in front of him. Like you had to come up with excuses why you didn’t own everything that was part of his day to day life. “Whatever…Thanks again for letting me stay. I’ll be on my way.”

“Oh no. You can’t.” his words stopped you in your tracks. Raised eyebrows showed that you were awaiting an explanation. “Your ribs are sprained. You haven’t seen the bruises yet. They’ll get worse in the next few days. You should stay until you’re healed.”

“No.” there was no way you would stay here with a stranger. It wasn’t like the circumstances of your meeting were overly pleasant. “I’ll be fine. I’ve dealt with worse.”

Not sure how to reply, the Mandalorian simply watched as you tried to stand up with your own strength. He expected you to be in more pain than yesterday. That was the way of those injuries. They didn’t just vanish after some hours. No matter how you tended to them. Feeling his eyes, well…his visor, on you, your head snapped up. If looks could kill, he’d have turned to ashes right here.

“Come on. Say it.” you urged while rolling your eyes.

“Just stay here until you’re no longer in pain.”

“How am I supposed to trust you, huh?” your head tilted to one side in contemplation. “You were the one who hurt me, after all.”

“Five minutes ago, you said I couldn’t have known who the enemy was.”

“Five minutes ago, I didn’t know that I didn’t like you.” it was childish bickering, you were aware. But the frustration cursing through your body got the best of you and you couldn’t swallow down your emotions.

“You don’t have to like me.” the Mandalorian started. “The second you feel better, I’ll bring you back there. Or wherever you want to go.”

“Hm.” considering his offer, you ultimately agreed on it. Still, you would stay cautious. “Deal. Just one more question.”

“Go for it.”

“Tame your green child. I don’t wanna have it wake me up.”

“I can do that.” an unfamiliar noise reached your ears. He was laughing. “Anything else?”

“I’m (Y/N).” it dawned on you that you hadn’t introduced yourself properly.

“Alright, (Y/N).” he tested how your name rolled off his tongue. He’d have lied if he said he didn’t enjoy the sound of it. “Yell if you need anything. I’ll be in the cockpit.”

“Wait!” you yelled after him before his figure could vanish behind a corner. Turning around yet again, he came to a halt, his body language giving nothing away. “You didn’t tell me your name.”

“Um.” there was an inner argument going on, you could tell. “Just Mando is fine.”

“Mando?” now it was your turn to try his name. “You know what? I prefer tin can.”

“Whatever.” his eyes rolled in the back of his skull and you couldn’t see it but you could picture it.

A small smile made its way onto your face. Maybe it won’t be too bad to stay here for a while.

~cathy <3

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[rookie98writes]

Distractions

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, 69, vaginal fingering, praise kink, cum swallowing, no plot at all, POV Kakashi

Word Count: 3.9k

Summary: When Kakashi is free for the day, will it be a lazy day off, or will he find something more active to do with you?

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It was the type of rare day that Kakashi had learned to treasure above all.

He had no mission, no assignment, and no commitments. He could spend the day however he wanted.

Kakashi turned his head to find your sleeping figure beside him. You were completely out, your plush lips separated just enough for your soft breaths to fan over the pillow. Your hair was rumpled in an undeniably cute way, and he had to resist the urge to move in and kiss you awake.

Normally, it would be something you would welcome. But it was still quite early in the morning—still nighttime by some people’s standards—and Kakashi’s inflexible schedule dictated it was time for his morning workout. So he allowed himself just a few more minutes to admire you before sliding out of bed to get dressed and head down to the training grounds.

As the sun rose, Kakashi worked himself through his usual routine: a series of stretches followed by a variety of calisthenics, then finally a few laps around the grounds. When he was good and tired, the sun fully brightening the blue sky, he knew it was time to head home.

The apartment was still quiet as he showered and started breakfast. It wasn’t until the meal was almost done that you padded your way into the kitchen, greeting him with a hug from behind and a kiss on his cheek. You then helped him finish cooking, stealing little lingering touches as he plated the tamagoyaki and you brewed some tea.

After breakfast, Kakashi began cleaning and sharpening his ninja tools while you relaxed on the couch, propped up on a pillow that was wedged between your back and the arm of the sofa. Your legs were crossed, and you held a certain novel in your hands that Kakashi had read enough times for the pages themselves to become distinctive.

He felt you glancing over at him from time to time, your eyes roaming the lean muscles of his arms and shoulders as he worked. He raised an eyebrow when he caught you, and you giggled behind the pages of the book.

“Sorry,” you giggled. “You’re just a little distracting…in a good way!”

Unconsciously—okay, maybe intentionally—Kakashi flexed just a little more than necessary as he passed each blade over the whetstone. About five minutes went by before he looked up again at the sound of your playful snickering, expecting you to still be peeking at him from the pages of the book. Instead, your eyes were glued to the novel, and you were biting down on your lower lip.

If asked, Kakashi would never admit it. But in that moment, his ego took a serious hit.

He crouched behind you, reading over your shoulder. If he’d had the foresight to judge how far you were in the novel, he would have been able to tell exactly where you were, or at least a close approximation. But instead, the lewd words jumped off the page the same way they had when he’d first discovered the book. The vivid description of the characters’ depraved actions made him bite the flesh inside his cheek to keep from giggling. But the knowledge that your eyes were devouring the words; your body temperature rising, your skin flush, your heartbeat quickening—his skin tingled with want and his brain went dizzy.

“Y/N,” he whispered gently beside your ear, causing you to jump in surprise like a child caught sneaking sweets before dinner.

“Kakashi. You scared me.”

I can tell. He caught the way your pupils—previously blown wide from your excitement at the perverse language on the page—quickly constricted and your heartrate increased even higher. The aroused pink of your cheeks made him wonder if your pussy was flushed the same shade.

“You're at one of my favorite parts,” he continued.

Your brain couldn’t follow, too saturated with lustful imagery to shift focus. “O-oh?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed as he turned his neck to allow his lips to skate over your warm skin. He placed a kiss to the pulse point in your neck. “I think it might be one of yours as well, considering I don’t seem to be much of a distraction anymore.” Kakashi gently brushed his lips up to your earlobe, sucking softly on the flesh before whispering: “Perhaps I should try a bit harder.”

“Y-yeah?” you giggled. He smirked against your skin and toyed with your ear a little longer before he started kissing his way toward the hollow of your neck, his hands gripping the arm of the sofa for stability. His tongue instinctively licked against the sharp dip, teeth reverently grazing the skin pulled taut over the bone. You mewled beneath him, the book completely forgotten on your lap as you laid back to enjoy his ministrations.

That’s more like it.

“Kakashi,” you sighed, reaching up to play with his hair as your thighs started rubbing together for relief. He sucked kisses down your chest, his nose nuzzling under the neckline of your top. But he could only get so far before the solid edge of the sofa pushed back against this chest. No way was the Copy-nin of the Hidden Leaf going to be thwarted by a piece of furniture. Kakashi growled in frustration before abruptly standing and scooping you from the couch.

You squealed in feverish excitement as he carried you into the bedroom. “This is turning into quite the distraction.”

“Well, I can’t do what I plan to do to you over there,” he explained, causing you to snort.

“Just what are you planning to do to me?”

He reached the side of the bed and gently laid you down with your feet up by the pillows.

“Just trust me,” he purred, taking his place at the foot of the bed. You looked at him with a mixture of desire and confusion, but he could tell that desire was winning out by a landslide.

Kakashi knelt down and kissed your cheek before continuing his journey down your neck, nipping his way from your collarbone to your cleavage. When you chuckled, he felt your laughter against his own chest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you teased.

Kakashi turned his neck to peek back at you. “A very naughty place,” he replied with a smirk before pressing his face into the soft swells of your breasts.

You laughed a sound of love and joy as you grabbed the back of his head, your fingers tangling into his hair. He started sucking hickeys into your skin and caused you to yelp. “Perv!”

You arched your back and grasped at the fabric of his shirt. He leaned away from you and reached back to grab the back of his neck and pulled the shirt over his head, tossing it to the corner of the room. Even from your upside-down vantage point, your eyes were glued to him. Your hands immediately explored his bare torso, sending shivers through his muscles. He sat back on his heels, admiring the telltale redness over your chest where his mouth had been hard at work.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. “Why did you stop?”

Kakashi stood at his full height and peered down at you. “Take off your clothes for me.”

You bit your lip at his direction, but immediately began following. He watched as your fingers pulled your shirt over your head, exposing all that soft, creamy skin. You tilted your head to watch him slide his pants and briefs down, a happy giggle leaving your throat as his dick bobbed free of its restriction. You licked your lips and he had to hold back the urge to fuck your pretty mouth right there. Just a little self-restraint, he reminded himself, and he would feel your tongue tracing his veins soon enough. First, you had a task to finish. “I want all your clothes off, sweetheart.”

You smiled impishly and took your time, your eyes focused only on his stiff cock as you maneuvered your way out of your bra. He was about to tease you for staring, but the Copy Ninja was certainly no better. His mouth was watering as he saw your pretty nipples stiff and begging to be tasted. It seemed you noticed his actions, quirking an eyebrow at him before hooking your thumbs under the waistband of your skirt. Kakashi stepped out of his clothes while you wiggled your way out of yours, your breasts bouncing and making him feel more and more impatient.

“That’s right,” he groaned, his hand delicately wrapping around his dick. “So beautiful.”

He looked over you before you fully settled down, still kicking your skirt and panties away when he lost his battle for self-control and he finally let his mouth descend over your chest. He sucked the pebbled nipple between his lips, licking and nibbling at it and causing you to squirm and pant. “Kashi…” you whined impatiently. He could feel your breath fanning over his chest and your hands scrambling over his shoulders as you tried to orient yourself.

Kakashi tugged your nipple between his teeth before releasing it with a wet pop. “I asked you to trust me, Y/N,” he reminded you, his eyes drinking in the way your hard nipple was shiny with his saliva. “You do trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

Pride swelled in his chest at your quick answer. He would never get tired of hearing you tell him that. He didn’t even need to respond; he just went right back to work, kissing up toward your ribs. You let out the cutest little whimper, the sound vibrating into his skin. Then he felt your nails gently drawing patterns over his back as you tilted your head to flick your tongue out over his nipple.

“Ngh—baby…” He groaned as you teased his nipple. He let his forehead fall onto your abdomen as you toyed with him, nearly causing him to lose his patience. “Mmm…scoot a little closer to the headboard.”

You did as he asked, bending your knees to bring your butt up a little higher. He followed eagerly, prowling onto the mattress and settling his knees on either side of your head. You grasped his thighs and giggled as his cock bobbed directly over your face. He licked at your hipbones, smelling the arousal between your legs.

Suddenly, he felt you lick the precum leaking from his tip. His cock twitched to chase you, but he held his hips back and hovered his torso over you.

“Is that what you want me to do?” you asked coyly.

He swung his head down to look between your bodies and saw the gorgeous sight of you on your back, his cock almost threatening as it loomed over your face. “You’re gonna do a lot more than that,” he growled.

You giggled and teased kisses over his hips, thighs, dick; anywhere you could reach. Kakashi watched for a moment, his head swimming from the awe and gratitude he felt as the subject of your affections.

…Or maybe the feeling was partially a byproduct of his blood rushing simultaneously to his head and his dick.

Either way, he knew exactly what he wanted next.

Kakashi lifted his head to watch as he hooked his hands under your thighs, gripping them and peeling them apart to reveal your sex, sticky and shiny with arousal.

Your tongue lapped at him again to tease him, but this time, he wasn’t going to let you get away with it. His hips pressed down to pursue the warm wetness your mouth, his cock sliding along your tongue until it filled your mouth.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he moaned. “Go on and suck my cock.”

Your movements were a little clumsy and unpracticed at first while you got used to the new angle, but he was generous enough to pulse his hips and help you find your rhythm. And as soon as you did, he smirked, knowing he was about to throw you off again.

He stiffened his tongue to a point and flicked it over your clit, causing you to choke around his dick. “You okay, baby?” he smirked.

“Mmmmhmm,” you hummed, mouth still occupied with his solid cock.

“Good girl,” he groaned before licking you again, the alternate angle allowing him direct access to your clit before laving forward to collect the delicious slick on his tongue. You splayed your knees out and he gripped your thighs, holding you open so he could devour you. Each pass of his tongue had you moaning and whining around his dick, the vibrations urging him on to lick more furiously as his hips bucked to fuck your face.

“Feels so good baby,” he growled. “Fuck, want you on top.”

He caged you in with his legs and rolled to bring your body on top of his. You instinctively leaned off of him, but he kept his grip on your thighs so you couldn’t move from straddling his mouth.

“That’s it, Y/N. Catch your breath.” he caressed your thigh. “We’re not done here.”

He tugged you down to sit on his face, his grateful mouth working over your folds and making you whine with pleasure. Arousal dripped down your thighs and onto his face. You rolled your hips against him, but he dug his fingers into your hips to hold you still.

“Not so fast,” he teased. “If you want more from me, I think you know what to do.”

You eagerly rubbed your body on his, arching your back into a feline curve. He softly kissed your thigh as you started touching him, your delicate fingers tracing the ridges and veins of his shaft.

He moaned out at your touch, feeling just as desperate for it as he’d been the first time you’d ever touched him. Then you engulfed the tip in the warmth of your mouth, sending a shiver through his body. He let out a satisfied moan at the feeling of you sucking and licking the fat head of his cock while you continued to touch and tease his shaft. The pressure surrounding his cockhead was overwhelming in a way that was both too much and not enough all at once.

Kakashi reached down to tangle his fingers in your hair, gently guiding you to take a little more of his dick in your mouth as his hips lifted off the bed. For extra encouragement, he licked a wide stripe along the full length of your sex. You whined, saliva drooling down toward his balls.

It was even better than he imagined; your cunt rolling against his lips as your tongue guided his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. He wanted it to last forever, but he got carried away and he took your sensitive clit between his teeth, rolling it and sucking it to the point where you were already reaching your high.

Your cunt clenched as your juices flowed onto his face, a slutty moan fighting for occupancy in your full mouth. Your orgasm must have switched your brain off, your mouth stalling halfway down his cock, your lips and throat vibrating as you trembled around him. He smiled against you, loving the way he had you so worked up already. But his lust-addled brain still wanted more; wanted to feel your throat constrict and gag around him, wanted to fill your mouth with cum.

A slave to his instincts, Kakashi reached down to grip your hair by the root, slowly pushing your head back down to give himself more of that much-needed relief. It wasn’t a gesture meant to coerce you; he only wanted to help. Help guide you further down his shaft, to keep that incredible feeling going for as long as possible. So when his efforts paid off and the head of his cock rubbed against the soft insides of your throat, Kakashi moaned like some desperate virgin.

The back of your head pushed against his palm as you choked, frantic puffs of air from your nose tickling his balls. You put one palm flat on the mattress and pulled yourself off of him, gasping as a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Sorry,” he sheepishly hissed. Your chest heaved as you took deep breaths. “Are you alright?”

You tilted your head upside-down and looked at him through the space between your bodies, blinking through the moisture in your eye. Kakashi’s dick twitched as you smiled back at him, looking adorably silly as your inverted head nodded. Then you straightened out and kissed his hipbone.

“I’m fine,” you responded, working your way back to his stiff cock. “Just needed a second.”

Kakashi grabbed hold of your flank, his fingers gripping the plush flesh of your ass as he pulled your hips down to feather hisses over your pussy in the same way you were kissing around the base of his dick.

You shakily lifted your body away from his face, taking your still-sensitive pussy out of reach of his scheming mouth. Undeterred, Kakashi opted to simply kiss along the soft skin of your thighs as they quivered on either side of his head. He stole a glance up at you, seeing your swollen lips trail kisses up his length while your pretty fingers wrapped around him.

“Fuuuck that feels so good.” His eyes rolled back in his skull as he relaxed onto the pillow. “Mmmm you love my cock, don’t you sweetheart?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, running the pads of your fingertips along his most prominent vein.

“That’s it,” he continued. “Show me how much you love my cock. I want to feel you kiss it all over.”

Always eager to please, you did just as he asked. Your lips pressed loving kisses along every inch, your tongue flicked out to taste him, and your fingers spread your saliva along his skin, combining it with any precum that your tongue hadn’t already lapped up.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” he panted. “My cock loves you too, Y/N. Mmmm it loves you so much.”

Your mouth opened wide as you licked him from base to tip, then your hand wrapped around his lower half and you took the rest in your mouth.

“Ohhhhh, that’s it baby. Just like that.”

Kakashi laid there in utter bliss as you worked his cock with your mouth, skillfully bobbing up and down along his shaft and jerking off the base. He shut his eyes, just focusing on the incredible pleasure between his legs and the delicious scent of your cunt as you hovered inches from his face.

Right now, Kakashi was sure he was the luckiest man on Earth.

He was just so in love with you, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of you for as long as he could. He hummed as he kissed your thighs again. His grateful hands explored the expanse of your back, rubbing over your hips, butt, and upper thighs. He felt heat beneath your skin.

Lazily, his eyes opened and he unabashedly stared right between your legs. The lips of your cunt were puffy and slick, clear and shiny arousal nearly drooling from between them.

“Your little cunt is so pretty, baby,” he smirked. “So pink and shiny. And so goddamn wet.” Kakashi reached his hand up to run one finger between your folds, collecting the gooey substance on his fingertip. “Already came once and you’re this wet just from sucking my cock?” he chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

You moaned around him as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked your fluid clean off it. A low groan rumbled in his chest. “Mmmm, so fucking good.”

Gently, he pushed his finger in to the first knuckle. Your lips vibrated against his dick as you arched your back in surprise. “Just take it, sweetheart,” he cooed as he added his middle finger and sunk both in another inch. “Let me touch you while you taste my cock.”

He rotated his wrist and started fucking you with his long fingers, hearing the wet squelching sounds as he pumped them in and out, in and out, quickly taking advantage of the arousal present to welcome a third finger.

“Fuck, you're so gorgeous Y/N,” he panted as his hips started thrusting up to meet your mouth. “I wish you could see the way your greedy little pussy is sucking me in. Mmmm, this is quite the show.” He felt you whine as you shifted your hips, your thighs slightly closing even as you continued to do filthy things to him with your mouth.

“Are you blushing?” he teased, increasing the pace of his hand to remind your pussy who it belonged to. “Even your cunt is blushing.”

Kakashi pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh, using his mouth to show as much as tell you how much he loved you. “You don’t need to be shy with me, Y/N. You already know you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”

Your skin flushed again at the compliment. You slid your hand down to cup his balls, toying with them while you gradually worked your lips closer and closer to his pelvis. The head of his cock barely breached the entrance to your throat before you paused.

“That’s it, Y/N. You're doing so good.” For encouragement, Kakashi pressed his thumb into your clit and began rubbing little circles over it. “Take it again, baby.”

You took a deep breath through your nose and swallowed around him, getting him a little further down your throat. “Haaaa Y/N you’re gonna make me cum…” he whined, desperately lifting his hips for just a little more. Your throat constricted as you choked, sputtering and pulling away.

He didn’t have time to hiss out another apology before you descended on him again, working his cock with your hand and mouth to make up for the loss of contact. He exhaled heavily as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was ready to finish, but he couldn’t resist working you up just a little more.

“Fuck, fuck I’m close—” Kakashi panted, driving his hips up to meet you. “You wanna swallow my cum? Hmm?”

“Mhmm,” you whimpered as you ground your clit down against his thumb.

He circled it harder and faster, fucking your mouth in the same frenzied fashion. “Yeah? You gonna swallow everything I give you like a good girl?”

“Mm—Mhmnmm!”

“Get ready…I…h-hah!”

All his muscles turned to gelatin as he let his release loose down your throat. You gagged a little and pulled back just enough to collect the bitter fluid on your tongue, swallowing at a more controlled pace. His hand dropped onto his sides and you licked the last of his cum from his dick before rolling onto your back beside him.

For a minute, you and Kakashi just laid there panting. Surprisingly, you were the first to move, reorienting yourself to bring your head up next to his. He smiled and welcomed you with his arm extended, pulling you in to snuggle against his chest. You kissed his chest right over his pounding heart.

Kakashi smirked. “So, was the distraction worth it?”

The loving look you gave him in return was more than answer enough.

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