#ignore how half of them are missing legs/pants

[edenvinity]

i guarantee you this is what all of them (minus scary girl) was thinking when they were on that mat first day

#ignore how half of them are missing legs/pants #i got TIRED okay #anyways expect some more shippy/dynamics stuff soon #i have IDEAS esp with axchelle(?) and…chipper… #okay tags now 👍 #total drama #total drama 2023 #td chase #td ripper #td zee #td damien #td scary girl #td axel #td priya #td millie #eden art

[arminsumi]

geto who's way bigger than you. just imagine sitting on his lap while he hugs you. he might kiss you in the hair or make you ride him until you're dripping all over his pants <3

TOO SMALL TO TAKE IT ALL, HUH?

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 — 夏油傑

🔞 smut / n.sfw / 18+ content

NOTE: did I just read Geto Suguru with a size kink or do I need to get my eyes checked out again 🥴 anyways hehe my dearest mama pieck in my inbox good to see u angel 💗

WARNINGS — fem reader, size kink, implied clothed sex, implied unprotected sex + creampie, hair pulling, light roughplay, teasing/playfulness, dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamic (?), nicknames (daddy, good girl, baby, etc), lmk if i have missed a warning thank u lovelies

That’s the first thing he noticed about you – you and him, the sheer size difference. It made his eyes light up, it made him smirk. He immediately compared his body size to yours and relished in the fact even your shadow was smaller.

Satoru had introduced the two of you to each other years ago during one especially hot summer. You’d coincidentally stayed at the same hotel in Okinawa for the holidays. Geto Suguru very unashamedly chuckled when you looked up at him, noticing how your eyes skimmed the strip of his physique that showed through his Hawaiian shirt. One of the first things he said to you was “You’re so small” as a playful, cheeky little remark.

And it wasn’t the last time he said it. That was a very common phrase to come out of him. He loved making you very aware of how much bigger he was than you.

Never mind the obvious height difference, he was just bigger than you in every aspect. Hands, feet, forearms, chest, torso, shoulders. So often in the early stages of your relationship, he would put his hand out and splay his fingers so that you’d bring your own hand up to compare, showing off his finger length by curling them over yours, with a suggestive smirk too. At some point he made the very expected dirty joke, “Bet you’d prefer mine over yours, huh? Yeah. I could reach much deeper.”

The size difference between you and him was on his mind whenever he hugged you. He made sure that you felt the tones of his torso pressing tight against your chest.

And it was killing him inside whenever you perched yourself on his lap. You felt his muscular thighs supporting your weight.

Pair those together – hugging him while on his lap? He was conscious of every part of your body that pressed against him, as were you; how could you ignore the press of his biceps against your sides? No one could.

His pants started tightening when he mentally compared every aspect of your body and his body. Your hand and his hand, your shoulders and his shoulders, your leg length and his leg length. You wouldn’t expect nasty thoughts to be circling his mind when he’s pressing such innocent kisses into your hair. But he’s thinking of pulling on that pretty hair, making you squirm on his cozy, comfy, big lap while he stuffs his cock inside your tiny hole.

He sweet talks you while palming and kneading your ass, feeling the supple skin bounce and jiggle makes him giddy.

 Geto was a giant, but a gentle giant. Well, mostly gentle – gentle when he wasn’t thrusting up into you.

He fucked you like a real show-off, ‘cause Geto wanted to make your pussy remember his size. Splitting you open and stretching you out always earned a wolfy grin from his lips. “Feel that? ‘so deep I’m in your tummy, baby. If I cum inside I’m sure not a single drop will spill out.” He coos into your ear, firm grip unmoving from your hips.

The curve of his cock had you seeing stars, it made your body so weak – he liked that. He liked that he had the ability to make your body practically melt in his embrace, he savored the feeling and sight of your body going half-limp like a ragdoll when you were getting fucked too good by him.

Sometimes he was so needy to feel you stretch around him that he didn’t bother fully taking off his clothes, he’d just unbutton and unzip his pants.

“But I’m gonna soak ‘em.” You forewarned.

“Yeah.” He hummed with a smirk, “I like that, baby. Soak daddy’s jeans with your pretty pussy like a good girl. Make a mess on me.”

Now, Geto only gives you a bit of freedom when riding his lap. Those big hands are always attached to your hips and helping to work you up and down. Sometimes he’ll give you the liberty of bouncing on his cock all by yourself, as clumsy as you are in that cock-drunk state, so he can hold the back of your head and give you feverish kisses all over your face. When he feels the tickle of your hair as it slips through his fingers, that’s when he takes a grip of it and pulls back so gently. Geto’s so sweet and gentle – ‘till he’s cumming, that is, then you feel a slight tingle across your scalp as he really pulls on your hair.

“You’re so fucking tiny, baby. Too small to take it all, huh? Deep breaths, there we go – angel you’re so good for me, always listening to me – fuckkk – s-so fucking small, so fucking small ‘n tiny, ‘gonna milk my cum out with that tight hole of yours? Yeah? Good, be good and milk my cum out.”

When he’s through with you, he always praises you like a princess.

“You impress me.” He tells you, “it's so hot that you can take all of me like that, even thought you’re so small. Mhm, that’s right, you’re my baby angel, aren’t you? C’mere, let me kiss you.” He feathers tenderly against the crown of your head, ignorant of the fact his pants are soaked through with his pretty girl’s juices, and presses pretty kisses to your skin.

#♥️ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 — 夏油傑 #mdni #smut #vanilla smut #geto #geto suguru #suguru #soft!sugu #geto smut #suguru smut #geto suguru smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #geto x reader #geto x reader smut #suguru x reader #jjk suguru #getou suguru x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #jujutsu geto

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

ANAKIN SKYWALKER who pissed you the fuck off. Who’s earned himself a one-way trip to the doghouse. Who tries to talk his way through the silent treatment, everything from questions to pleas to shouting. You won’t have it, and it kills him to be ignored.

“Well, fine! Be that way.” he announces loudly throughout the house, storming to the opposite side to leave you completely alone. He punishes you for being upset with him, for needing space from him. Your unhealthy response is met with his in poetic turn.

He sleeps by himself that night. Even though sleep is inaccessible, he lies on his back with his arms crossed over his chest. The delicate crease in his brow has deepened to a permanent crevice, scowling at the light fixture in the ceiling. He can’t even recall exactly what caused this disruption and he certainly doesn’t believe it’s his fault. Whatever stance he took that offended you is clearly his private beliefs and you should’ve respected that. His metal fingers tap in a wave across his bicep, and he picks up his head to glance at the doorway of the living room as if you would be there to greet him. No such thing. You’re probably fast asleep in the comforts of your shared bed, the bed you so carelessly kicked him out of.

The couch is uncomfortable. The material is smooth but naturally cold against his bare back and his thin black pants. He’s used to his many covers, and a body next to him.

A warm, smooth body. He misses it. Soft and creamy in texture, he misses the way it winds around him. But you’re being difficult. As if you’re a princess, every interaction between the two of you has been scrutinized with extreme prejudice by your judgmental eyes. You questioned his every move towards you, every touch, every word. Your wrath knew no bounds and now he’s cold and alone and it’s your fault. He doesn’t want you. He doesn’t want you near him, holding him, running your hands through his hair. He doesn’t want your massages that release muscle tensions he didn’t even know he had, he doesn’t want your kind smile against his ear as you whisper your dirty little secrets, he doesn’t want your experienced hand running down the hair at his abdomen to caress him through his sleepwear.

You’ve had a prissy little attitude he could fuck out of you, if he wanted to. His grip on his bicep tightens, sharp spite taking root within his heart as he curses himself in Huttese. There’s a dirty word he’d like to call you right now, he’d like to sneer it in your face in a language you can’t understand just so you can be offended without reason. It’ll give you a taste of the betrayal’s he’s felt this night.

The chaise he lays on is not long enough for his body, his bare feet hang off the arm rest, and he shifts so he can plant them there. Once properly leveraged, he straightens his legs so he pushes himself up to more of a sit as a sneer twitches at the corner of his nose. He has half a mind to go disturb you while you peacefully slumber, interrupt you with his jealousy over your comfort and demand that if you have a problem with him that you should be the one to leave. You’d fit on this useless couch anyway. A yelling match would surely ensue; he’d be able to raise his voice over yours and finally make you understand his point of view. You’d be so eager to make it up to him, so keen to please him that you’d do anything, wouldn’t you? Pondering its possibilities has his left hand lured to the sudden ache between his legs.

You’d be so broken up over how coldly you’ve treated him, you’d spoil him. You’d pamper him with apologies and compliments he’d ignore, you’d beg to rub his sore shoulders and arms so that he’d look at you again. Kisses would be planted wherever you could reach, and he’d direct you with a palm on your head to where your lips belong. Sweetly you’d worship on his manhood, coaxing him to attention with patience and enthusiasm until he’s ready to free it. Wouldn’t matter how long he’d let you perform for him, you wouldn’t say a word about rushing him. Briefly, he considers the notion that you’d let him bat it against your cheek, and rub it on your face. He’d hump your head just to see the thick mix of fluids coat your pretty features. If he’s feeling particularly vengeful, he might fuck your throat with the intent to hurt, the intent to choke. You’d have to campaign for his mercy by flattering for his ego because if you’re too pitiful he’ll be too inclined to suffocate you with his every inch plugging your airway. Big hands at the back of your head to keep you pinned while you sputter and spray around his base. Your mess of stringy saliva would dribble down his balls and catch on the hair on his thighs.

A noise of the house creaks and his eyes fly open. His hand has come to caress himself, balled around his solid shaft that pulses with need. He can practically feel the blood pump through it, the sensitive skin burning for relief as he’s rawed it against the material of his pants.

He pushes through the discomfort, and plunges the hand down his waistband, fisting his red hot cock with a callused grasp.

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[thegnomelord]

for the prompt game, if it's still open, maybe 8 with Ghost? maybe with hatefucking and at the point you're both at it's basically a routine but all of the nasty words and cruel moments are really just because you're both brutes that have trouble expressing emotions properly, and all you really want is just some kind of deeper connection with each other, but with your shitty use of words, arguing and eventual growling into into his mouth as you shove him down onto the nearest flat surface is the only way for you to get that. and perhaapps at one point, one of you, reader or ghost doesn't matter, let's something softer and more caring slip through the angry facade? ofc if you already have one for 8 or you just don't like this idea you can im really sorry and you can ignore me, no pressure and I love all your writing :')) <3

Okay anon holy shit this is GOOD! You should think of writing yourself like what I'm seeing in this prompt is good shit :D Play the game HERE

Prompt: "If this is a joke it isn't funny."

CW: NSFW, Sub Bot Ghost, Dom Top MReader, hatefucking, degradation, confessions, soft sex,

It always starts the same; Simon's roughly patting your shoulder and telling you to not cock it up, your equally harsh response for him to keep up with you, rough voices hiding the unsaid 'be careful's. Insults like 'dumbass', 'moron', 'dead weight' crackling over the radio when the other's pinned down by fire, the electric static and suppression fire muting the worry in your voice, the hint of care in Simon's tone.

And it always ends the same; harsh stares across the room while you debrief Price, casualty numbers turning into critiques of the other— you should have noticed the terrorist, Simon should have kept the sniper in mind — prickling barbs and venomed words turning into shoves and punches, leaving bruises on each other's skin instead of the kisses you want to lay down.

Soap loves comparing you to dogs, and that's what you are— animals; talking would kill you both so you end up expressing yourselves through teeth and claws. There's blood on your tongue as you push Simon onto the bed and he pulls you down with his teeth digging into your bottom lip, rough fingers pulling away clothes only to push into bruised flesh, drawing hisses and growls.

'I want you' Ghost wants to say, instead "Stop being a pussy," comes out, blunt nails dragging deep scratches down your back. 'I'm happy you're alive' "You fuck as bad as you fight." Simon tastes blood as he kisses you, both of you struggling to pin the other to the bed.

"Shut up." 'I missed you' you snarl and pin him on his front, trapping his massive arms behind his back so he has no support, his head pushed into the pillows and arse high in the air, your thigh parting his legs. You huff a laugh when you see his cock already hard, hanging uselessly between his thighs. "Slag, good for nothing but taking it up the ass." 'I care for you'.

'You're important to me' Simon swallows the blood and spit in his mouth, jerking in a half-hearted attempt to free himself. "'least ah have a use," he growls, chest stuttering for breath as you bear down even more weight on him. You push your fingers into his mouth to wet them and Simon bites down, loving you with his teeth first, the sting of pain binding you together.

"Yeah, as a cocksleeve." 'I'm sorry' You don't give him a warning, just pull your fingers from his mouth and push into his ass. It's only enough lube to not tear him, but the stretch hurts, burns, and Simon both loves and hates how this roughness makes his cock hard and heart flutter.

"That-hah-" Ghost pants into the sheets, eyes prickling with tears with how he tries to keep them open, body forced to submit to you as your fingers stretch him, fuck him, tenderly brushing against his prostate before pushing to the last knuckle, pain and pleasure burning up his spine. "-that's not true."

Pulling out your fingers you give him a sharp slap on his ass, "Sure is," You use what saliva you have on your hand to wet your cock, swirling the drool in your mouth before you spitting right on his hole for extra wetness, your sudden action making his spasming hole clench and relax reflexively. "Look at how you're clenching." You mount him, pushing your weight down on him until he can barely breathe, cock bobbing against his hole. "Acting like such a bitch!"

You ram in him to put emphasis on the word and Simon bites his tongue so hard it bleeds, resisting letting any noises out. He's never vocal in bed, no matter how hard you fuck him, how many bruises your hips leave on his ass or how many hickeys you lay on his throat, how often your balls slap against his, he never utters more than a low groan.

But he wants to; good god Simon wants to tell you how good you feel, how every brush of your cockhead against his prostate has him seeing stars, how much he loves feeling you pound into him, who bodies bound into one by such a primal connection. . . but he can't, his mouth clamps up when he tries and even if he manages to spit something out it just comes out as venom, earning him firm slaps on his ass and your weight bearing further down on him.

You spill into him, pinning him so hard beneath your weight he can barely breathe, only remembering to rub him into an orgasm when your balls are good and empty, cock plugging his hole full of your cum. Your hands are harsh, his panting ringing in your ears until his cock twitches and he cums onto the sheets beneath him, whole body shaking to hold his moans in.

You collapse onto him, just enough sense in your head to roll you two onto your sides so he isn't laying in his spend or suffocating beneath you. Uncomfortable silence rings in your ears as you pant, bile churning in your stomach; This is your usual, soon enough Simon will tell you to shove off, he'll get up, take a piss, and leave.

And this song and dance will repeat until one of you dies.

Even without sight you feel Simon open his mouth, vestiges of harsh words burning on his tongue. Maybe it's post-orgasmic bliss that makes you speak, "Hey," Your hands tighten around his middle, "Stay the night." You curl around him like a lover; something you know you're not.

He shuts his mouth so quickly you hear the 'click' of his teeth, whole body freezing because this is as new for him as it is for you. "If this is a joke," He growls, turns his head just enough for you to catch his glare. "It's not funny."

Your tongue burns with the usual words— 'Only joke here is you' — but you don't, instead a slow and low "I'm not kidding." escapes you, like something forbidden, something to keep secret lest you get divine punishment.

Simon's mind buffers like an old computer, too many thoughts stuffing his head that he can't understand a single one. This is too far removed from the usual, hummingbirds knocking on his skull as a warning. But his body relaxes while he's still thinking, a stagnant breath escaping his lungs. "Fine."

You think of saying something, but it's better not to. Instead you huddle closer to him, still connected in a carnal way but now it feels so much more. . . intimate. Your hands wander over his toros, a gentle exploration instead of a race for release, your fingers carding through his body hair down his happy trail and up again.

Simon's head tils back to give you access to his neck, your lips soft against his skin as you kiss the bruises you'd left, both of your bodies slowly moving to close the small space between you two, urged to share your warmth.

You shift your hips, only realizing you're hard again when Simon moans. Moans. "Sorry," You duck your head, hands gripping his hips to pull out but he stops you, a rough sound in his throat.

"No," Simon doesn't look at you though the blush across his face is easy to spot. "Keep going," Tilting his hips back into yours tears a moan from both of you. Your cum eases the slide in, his walls stretched and pliant, wetly sucking you in like a needy thing.

Another time you'd have laughed at how desperate he's acting, but the low moans and a little "Fuck, just like that," you earn by rolling your hips has your mind shutting off. You can't believe how vocal he's suddenly become, getting louder the slower and gentler you move your hips, your cock slowly pushing in and out of his hole.

You bury your head in his neck and blindly stroke his leaking cock, kissing the skin under your lips, your eyes closed shut as you thrust into him slowly, your tender and slow movements pulling moan after moan out of him. His hand winds back to cup the back of your neck, pulling you up just enough to give you an awkward kiss but it's sweet and raw and so desperate—

You don't notice he's cumming until his walls clamp down on you, Simon whispering "I love you," so soft and quiet under his breath that you don't hear him, too busy filling him up a second time, but your mind buzzes with warmth all the same.

You lay as you were, somehow so exhausted that even moving an inch is anathema to you. Both of you, it seems, if the way Simon's back is warm and pliant against your chest, his breathing slow and steady. Tomorrow you'll need to talk (or do your best substitution of it), but for tonight, you can hug him close and finally have an answer to what it would feel like to have him close without the sex, to just be with him. . .

#Gnome's Prompt Game #cod mw2 #x reader #gnome correspondence #male reader #top male reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x male reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #cod smut #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #trinckets of the hoard

[redheadspark]

i had a small idea yesterday for the prompt session! druig with #’s 3, 15, and 18. maybe with reader after the emergence. they’re both EXHAUSTED and even though druig’s hurt, he still wants to make sure his s/o is okay after fighting. you can change things around to your liking ofc!

A/N - YAS! I do like this a lot for Druig! Thanks for requesting this, dear friend!

Scars and All

Summary - Druig seeks you out after the Emergence

Warnings - angst and fluff mixed together

“How is she?”

“I’m more concerned about you since you took a beating from Ikaris on that beach,”

Druig huffed as Phastos was looking him over with some of his equipment, being ever patient but not willing to sit through a thorough exam.  He was sitting on what was left of Phastos’s work table, his armor stripped, and was only sporting his black pants and nasty bruises along his ivory skin.  Phastos and Thena were with him and taking the proper measures to check on him, Sersi was talking to a now-human Sprite in the Meeting Room, leaving Makkari to tend to you in your shared room with Druig.  Although Druig knew that Thena would hold him down in order for him to get checked over and be cleared, he would rather be with you.

You both took a beating on that beach in order to save the world.

Druig took on Ikaris’s beams head-on, thinking for a split moment that he wasn’t going to make it out alive.  It left him both physically and mentally bruised, not to mention the mental fatigue that he endured ignorer to take over the mind of a full Celestial.  Throughout the centuries that he has been on Earth, this was truly the first time he felt beyond tired.  

Not tired, exhausted.

“Your internal organs are still good,” Phastos hummed as he scanned Druig’s backside slowly and with determination, Druig’s leg bouncing on the workstation table as he was sitting Indian Style.  Even his fingers were fidgeting while he was staring dead ahead at the wall.  He was half listening, mostly thinking about you and how you were holding up.  Seeing you on the beach covered in scratch wounds and pale to the touch made his heart sink.  Saving the world didn’t matter to him anymore, nor did stopping Ikaris and stopping Tiamat.  All that mattered was you.

He needed to see you and make sure you were alright.

“The bruises are gonna last a bit,” Phastos explained as Druig was still sitting rather impatiently, Thena was watching like a hawk and not moving an inch while Phastos placed his instruments down and gave Druig a brotherly kind of stare, “I can have Makkiar get some herbs to make a paste and make the bruises shrink down a bit.”

“Not a fan of modern medicine I take it?” Druig asked with a hint of sarcasm, though Phastos cracked a grin.

“Modern medicine is too tame compared to what we endured in the glory days,” Phastos hummed, then pausing for a brief moment before he spoke again, “Plus, we need to be careful since we don’t have Ajak to help us,”

It made the mood more somber in the room, even when it was rue.  Ajak was always there to heal them, from the smallest scratches to the more massive wounds that they would get from Deviants.  The healing was more than the physical, her soothing tones and words of encouragement for every Eternal.  Even Druig, though they both clash plenty of times when it comes to the philosophy of Eternals, admired Ajak all the more and missed her terribly.  

“Thanks, Phastos,” Druig replied with a soft smile, hopping down from the workstation table.

“Get some rest,” Thena instructed him with a small tilt of her head to him.  Druig nodded back.

“Will do,” He replied walking past both Phastos and Thena to the hallways that lead to the living quarters.  He was glad that he was cleared from needing anymore assistance, and he was not thinking about himself at the current moment.  

“Couldn’t gone worse for him if it wasn’t for her,” Phastos said to Thena as Druig was walking away, his eyes going right down the hallway and nothing slowing him down.

“She saved his life, as she should since they were meant for each other,” Thena replied in an optimistic hum, which made Druig wish he could smile from hearing that from the warrior herself.  He might have been too tired to smile, or simply more concerned about you to smile from the comment.  But it still warmed his heart nonetheless, adoring Thena all the more.

Once he made it to your shared room, He carefully and softly opened the door to see nothing but darkness.  Your king-sized bed was against the wall, you were nestled amongst the satin sheets and already sleeping with Makkari sitting by your side and keeping a close eye on you.  

Makkari, still clad in her armor, saw Druig and immediately sped over to him, She’s okay.

“Thanks, ‘Kari,” He whispered to her as he gestured his head over to your sleeping form, “How bad is it?”

Her cuts are deep, but they’ll heal in a few days, She explained to him, I know how to make a paste for her wounds to make the healing go a bit faster.  I’ll make some for you too, I think you two need some rest,

“You might be right,” he agreed, seeing her crack a smile slightly before she leaned over to hug him gently.  He hugged her back, feeling her warmth in the embrace.  Once Makkari pulled away and slipped out of the room, Druig looked over at your sleeping form with both concerns and warmth.  

Warmth that you were alive and still with him in this life, and concern that you took a beating to protect him. 

He loved watching you sleep in the past, seeing how soft and content you were as you dreamed away with nothing haunting you.  There were even moments when he would watch you and be amazed at how peaceful you seemed to be in a chaotic and ever-grieving world around you.  He loved that about you and he wished he had that in himself sometimes.  

You had enough love and compassion to fill the both of you up instantly and overflow.  

Moving without him making a single sound, Druig lifted the sheet to finally see you.  The distinct slash marks along your skin, the deep bruises etched near your neck and hips. It was all too much for him to see.  You were never one to harm a fly or start trouble, it wasn’t in your nature.  Yet now, you looked so broken to Druig that it made his heart shatter. 

Immediately he moved, wrapped you close in his arms, and avoided some of the fresher wounds.  You stirred, your head against his neck now as he hummed to alert you.

“…Druig?” You said in a hoarse tone.

“I’m right here, darlin’.  Go back to sleep,” He mumbled to you since the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and lose sleep.  You moved your arms, grimacing from the drained energy and the tender bruises along your arms.  

“You okay?” You asked him.  Of course, you would be worried for him and his health, not even worried about your own wounds and exhaustion.  Druig loved you for your selfless heart and need to care for others before yourself, both a blessing and a curse for him to witness as the love of your life.  He kissed your forehead, feeling his own energy draining within moments from being in a safe space with you and being in one piece.

“I’m alright now,” he reassured you soothingly, “We’re both alright now.  Let’s sleep, alright?  I got ya,”

As you both slept and healed together, all you both could dream of was your future together.  No matter that there was no village to go back to, losing some of your own to both the Deviants and Ikaris at the same time, none of that mattered compared to what you two wanted in your future together.  Somewhere quiet and away from chaos, maybe near the sea or deep in the forest.  Just you and Druig against the world, scars and all.

The End. 

September Prompt Session

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[bunniesanddeer]

Devour

Uhhhhhh... I don't know where this came from. I have only written smut once, so ignore this if it is terrible. It's not really smut. it's more like Alastor thinking about stuff while licking you, lol.

Alastor ponders his affection for you, and his desire to devour you.

Pairing: Alastor x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Thoughts of cannibalism/violence, affection, light smut, oral female receiving, Minors DNI.

Word Count: 647 (Very, very short)

Alastor wanted to devour you. Every part of your soul. He wanted your flesh dripping from his mouth, and snared in his teeth. He wanted the taste of you to linger on his tongue for weeks, and randomly flood his mouth again. Deep down, he knew he would regret it instantly, but there was something about tearing into your body that called to him. He knew it was that he loved you, and this was the only way he could rationalize that feeling. How could anyone ever look at you, or harm you, if you were forever part of him? How could you ever turn your back to him, or leave him, if your flesh was made one with his?

Alastor could not take part of your flesh like that. He wanted you by his side, even if some small part of him didn’t. He wanted to be able to see your smile, and hear your laughter, and so he had to deny that desire. So he made the two of you one in another way.

His tongue flattened against your slit, teeth grazing against the soft skin. His claws pressed against the meat of your thighs, keeping them open for him. Alastor’s ears twitched at the soft sighs and pants that left your throat. Your hands twitched, one was pulling at his hair, soft tugs when he made your body jolt with pleasure.

Alastor loved the feeling of control he got when he touched you like this. He also felt so close to you. That possessive heat that curled low in his belly filled him to the brim when your legs spread for him. The soft cries of his name, and the way your cunt squeezed his fingers tightly. Every little thing was just for him, and it left him nearly dizzy. And how you tasted. It was something he would miss if you were gone, and thus he quelled that need.

His tongue flicked your clit, and your thighs pushed against his hands. “Calm, dearest. I’ll get you there. Just enjoy this,” he whispered, and you could only whimper in response. He loved taking his time with you. You got so desperate, and it made his cock twitch. 

Alastor lifted your thighs, letting your knees come over his shoulders, and he kneeled on the bed. His shifted the two of you back, and folded you in half. Like this, he could see the frenzied desperation on your face as he pressed his tongue into you. 

Your breath came in wild pants as he pressed his long tongue into you, curling the muscle tight. 

“Alastor… Please,” you begged, your voice barely audible. Your eyelids fluttered as he twisted his tongue about. One of his hands pressed against your navel, your warm thighs touching the top of his hand. The pressure, along with the way he flicked his tongue, and pushed it deeper inside you, sent your soft walls fluttering. 

You were so close, and he could feel it. He wanted it all to himself. 

“Come for me, mon cœur.”

Your body pulls taut under him, and he watches with deep satisfaction at the way your face contorts. 

What a wonderful sight you always made. He would never grow tired of it. It was the way you sighed, and the way your soft body went lax after an orgasm. It was the way you lazily smiled up at him, and the way your soft hands stroked his face. It was the small kisses, and the quiet sighs as he found home in you. These were some of the reasons he fought the desire to tear your beautiful body and soul to pieces. 

Alastor would never truly understand how he felt, but he knew that he wanted you beside him, even if it meant he would remain longing for something he couldn’t have for the rest of eternity. 

There is no taglist on this one, because I need to set up a Mature!Taglist. I will look into setting one up for that. Again, minors DNI. You shouldn't be able to read this.

I hope this was ok. I plan on writing smut at some point, so maybe be on the lookout for that? I will also answer NSFW asks if I am comfortable with the subject. I will let you know if I'm not.

#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #bun's short fics #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor fanfiction #alastor x you #hazbin hotel fanfiction #devour #smut #alastor x reader smut #fanfic #fluff #dark alastor thoughts

[cheersyouslxg]

here me out, soap fucking both you and him so damn good and hard it sends you both into a frenzy of overstimulation 😵‍💫😵‍💫 just two very fucked out idiots in love <3

╰┈➤ 🧼 Soap 🧼 »»———- When in Love ———-««

┆ ┆ MDNI - 18+┆ ┆ Triggers: Smut, swearing I think, overstim, hard dom reference

I HEAR YOU I HEAR YOU I see soap as SUCH a hard dom. Thorough, takes his time, knows what makes you tick and will go to the extremes until you’re shaking underneath him and can’t even beg anymore for him to stop. THAT’S when he knows he’s done his job. Not a moment before. 

And the aftercare? It’s mandatory, of course, and he does his job well to assure you how well you’ve done taking it like a good whore for HIM and only him. 

But what about when he’s lovingly rough? That’s a whole new side to him. 

(Also, i have such a weird time writing ‘you’ and im so so sorry… so i just do ‘she’ butttt lmk if you prefer they/them or would like a gender neutral- could be male or female- or he/him specified!) For this ask I’m assuming afab, she/her pronouns! xx

~~~

The mission had been a huge success, but that wasn’t the only cause for celebration. One year with the most perfect woman in the world… Three hundred and sixty-five days of pure bliss anytime he thought about her at home in their bed. Having someone to come home to gave him a new sense of purpose to succeed that he hadn’t realized he needed. Anytime he was due to come home came with the anticipation of waiting, sitting eagerly on the couch and then pacing impatiently at the door once the half hour countdown began. 

Like always, he was expecting to throw his bags down, leaving them at the door to accept her into his arms which she always jumped into. Her choice of apparel had been noted well after he took in her scent deeply, hugging her close with a half assed kick to the door behind him. 

“Sweetheart, god, I missed you.” He breathed, one more squeeze placed around her before he was pulling back for a kiss. Then he noticed what she was wearing, a smirk lifting across his face which held a five o’clock shadow from a few days gone by without shaving. The stubbled kiss was sought out despite his hesitation as he now wanted to gawk at her form, her hands coming to his cheek and pulling him in. 

“I missed you more. Happy anniversary, my love.” Mumbled against his lips, declaring her undying adoration for the man she promised from day one to give her everything to. Traveling hands snaked under her rear, squeezing the sparsely clothed flesh with a hum. 

“Such a pretty present… I think it’s time to unwrap you, gorgeous,” 

To the bed they had picked out together she was unwrapped after a painfully long amount of time of Soap simply… admiring her. He had every intention of stripping her from her confines, but before he felt it would be criminal to ignore how much effort she put into this outfit. The lingerie hugged every curve and dip of her body like it was tailor made to accentuate her natural beauty. His lips worshiped the exposed flesh, tongue teasing over the textured fabrics between her legs, giving a hint of what nectar pooled against the fabric in her arousal. 

Her squirms and whines did little to deter him, promising her pleasure if she was patient to allow him to explore and become reunited with his treasure. “Be a good girl. Don’t make me remind you what happens when you disobey, eh?” Teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh, warning her he had not changed views on the severity of discipline. 

She never worried whether or not her needs would be met, and that evening was no different. As he had promised, he delicately removed the clothing from her body, teasing her even then by his languid pace. ‘Darlin’, I haven’t seen you in so long…. I want to ravish you.’ He would say, silencing any potential protest with a searing kiss as his impressive bulge ground into her need. The whine it produced was enough to convince him to drop the bullshit, tearing at his pants while she clawed the shirt from his body and sought the heat of his flesh.   

Any gentleness he might have had in store had dissolved the moment he caught a taste of what he’d been missing for too long overseas serving. The initial stretch of her welcoming heat, rolling hips matching the breathy moan he earned which drooled from her kiss-swollen lips. 

“Good god, you take me so well,” it would keep him faithful even in the struggle of loneliness, for he knew already that no one could ever compare to her. His thrusts were needy, hungry with a passion so raw it was almost overwhelming after so long without his touch. Clawing, scratching, pulling one another closer, it was all he could do to quickly remove the distance each time he pulled back to reenter her. 

His praises were softer than normal, but she cherished them just the same. Where ‘my dirty slut’ would sputter from his lips, tonight, it was replaced with ‘my only love’. His native tongue lavished her in compliments she hardly could understand but knew to be praises, melting under his harsh touch and romantic words. Soap was sure to remark every inch of her body, fingers digging bruisingly hard into her hips, pressed into the mattress firmly as he drilled his cock again and again just so to unravel her resolve and have her milking his length for what would be the first of many orgasms. 

One blinding, world tilting climax after the other shook her raw to her core, muddying her mind until the only word she could mutter was his name. A plea, a praise, a prayer, he became the very breath she inhaled desperately upon each glorious thrust pressing him closer. One of his favorite positions ended the evening, his hand securely caressing her throat as he kept her tucked against his chest, rocking into her from behind. His thrusts had become jerkish rutting, moaning hotly against her ear with panted breaths, undoubtedly assuring her that neither one of them would be moving the morning until the sun had crested midday. Words had become uttered whimpers, reaching behind for his hand he gladly squeezed and intertwined with his fingers.  

“I- love you… so much, y/n. I love you, baby.” Repeated again and again, Soap gently guided her to another orgasm, hot tears pooling anew down her cheeks from the overexertion. She ached in the best of ways, able to hear her heartbeat in her ears, trembling in ecstasy with a pitiful whine as he finally pulled away, curling behind her and adjusting her so she was comfortable. Strong, capable hands soothed her shaking limbs. His sweet murmurs lulling her to sleep.

#soap x reader #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap x you #soap smut #john mactavish #john mactavish smut #soap imagine #cod imagine #soap cod #soap mw2 #🧼 soap 🧼

[kakashish0e]

Overstimulation || Kakashi x reader

♛ Masterlist

Note: Hey y'all I'm back! 🤗 I just wanted to apologize for not being so active lately. Still feeling guilty for not posting and not keeping y'all updated. Still can't believe my last post was actually over a year ago!, I promise that I'll upload part 3 of 'first chance; gaara x reader" ASAP! I'm still very much grateful that the series is getting lots of attention lately, Again. I hope i didn't upset anyone for the long wait.

Content warning: NSFW!! Make up sex, Unprotected sex, overstimulation, Use of pet names, Praise kink, Angst, mentions of breakup.

Pairing: Kakashi x fem! Reader

Word count: 2.1k

(Ignore any word errors if you find any or let me know so I can find them and fix it, Thank you and enjoy!!)

"Please Kakashi" You panted out as your grip on the bed sheets tightened. Making your knuckles turn white from the painful pleasure you were receiving from him. Your legs currently shaking from the last orgasm you had not too long ago, the heels of your feet pressing against his lower back. The pleasure was too much, your body felt like it was on fire, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

You arched your back when you felt his tip rubbing against your overstimulated sweet spot you loved so much. The last orgasm you had left your body really sensitive, it still somehow left you wondering how much stamina this man had. "Kakashi Stop" Your pleading falling upon deaf ears, he didn't stop, in fact he was do the exact opposite, already picking up the pace when he was told to stop. No words came out of him, the only thing that was leaving his lips were panting and moaning.

He was close to his release and you knew it, his body was giving you all the signals. His grip on your thigh tightened as his thumb went down to your sensitive clit. Rubbing the swollen bud in small fast circles causing your cunt to tense up around him. His body leaned closer to you as his hips lost the rhythm, his body shaked when you felt his dick slightly pulsing inside you, spilling his cum deep inside you for the second time tonight.

A satisfied sigh left his mouth as he was beginning to pull out of you. Cold air blowing against his half-hard dick that was completely covered in your slick. Already missing the warmth of your wet pussy. Kakashi mustering the last of his strength to keep himself from collapsing on top of you. His face moved closer to yours until his lips brushed against yours, the kiss was slow and sensual, the ones you love the most and the ones you've missed. Your hands letting go of the bedsheets and wrapping your arms around his neck and playfully running your fingers through his sweaty silver hair.

His hands curiously moving around different parts of your body, mostly going for the sensitive areas. His fingers gently pinching one of your nipples, already aware of how swollen they've become since he knew he played with them a bit too rough earlier.

His kisses soon moved down to your jawline and began nibbling of the soft flesh of your neck. A soft moan escaped your lips when he licked and sucked on that particular spot on your neck that always sends your nerves tingling. Causing your hips to grind against him to give your needy cunt more friction it craved.

Detaching his lips from your skin with a low pant leaving his mouth when he felt your pussy grinding up against his cock.

He felt his dick grow hard from the sudden movement from your body. He slowly backed up to get a better view of your face, seeing that you looked back with your half lidded eyes. You were exhausted, he knew your limit but he still went ahead and fucked you until it had you begging for him to stop. He knew you had enough but a part of him wondered if you could take another orgasm.

He slowly began to reposition himself closer to your body until his lips met your ear. "Just one more time princess, I'm sure you can take it" He coos as he guides his pink rosey tip over your folds and positions it to your abused hole. Barely pushing past your tight entrance and it already had you whimpering.

"Kashi, I don't think i can" you whined as you felt him pushing himself inside you with ease. Your tight walls stretching out to adjust to his intrusion. Hearing him moan against your ear as his cock entered you completely. His length once again surrounded by your warm pussy. Your eyes fluttering shut as his hips began to rock against your own. Settling a slow and gentle pace, aware of the current state you were in.

You bit your bottom lip trying to suppress a moan when you felt his tip give slow kisses at your cervix.

"Am I hurting you?" Kakashi asked as his pace slowly increased a little. You didn't know what response to give, your walls ached from the overstimulation but nonetheless it did feel good. Still biting back your moan, only a soft whine was all you could manage as you shook your head, signaling him that he wasn't inflicting any pain on you.

He continued his rhythm, only speeding up when he seen you drop your head back down on the pillows and hearing his name leave your lips, his mind was so full of lust and need. He misses you everyday but could never bring himself to tell you, knowing that all this will soon come to an end. He knew he'd be lying to himself if he said that he wasn't feeling guilty about doing this with you. But he just couldn't bring himself to stop all of it, he still loves you and would never want to lose you more than he already did.

Two weeks ago you two had a very nasty fight which lead to the breakup, there's going to be a ninja war coming sooner than he imagined. He lost mostly everyone he ever cared about and he didn't want you to be another grave to visit everyday. Then there was a day when he brought up the topic, explaining how dangerous it would be out there and he wanted you to stay in the village where it was safe, when you refused you soon realized that it wasn't a request, it was an order.

You stood your ground which also lead to an argument, one Kakashi knew he could never take back. He's said some words that hurt you really bad, he called you weak and defenseless, saying that you won't survive a day out there. It struck a nerve, it was your first time hearing him underestimate your abilities as a shinobi. You knew he was scared of losing you but what he said was out of line.

When you initiated that it would be best if you two gave each other some space to let things cool down, you still somehow found yourself tangled in the sheets with the silver haired man every night.

You missed him too, and wanted him to come back to you but not like this. You also knew that this was wrong to do, that this wasn't the way to work things out. Every time he invites himself to your home, you try to stop it before it gets out of hand but yet you still welcome it with a wet cunt.

-

When you two finished the last round of the night. You both just sat there in silence, you had a blanket covering your naked form and Kakashi just sat at the edge of your bed, fully clothed and ready to leave. You wanted to tell him what has been bothering you for the last couple of days, hoping that he'd hear you out before disappearing and leaving you to clean yourself up. You've gone through the motions more than you can count, you know what comes next after this.

"I know what you're going through is a lot right now but I just need to know something.." Your nerves acting up as you hesitated for a moment when he turned to look at you. You squeezed the blanket to ease your anxiety before you built the courage to speak again. "Every time you come here, you never at least try to fix our problems. You hardly ever speak a word to me, it hurts me to see that all you come here for is just sex, you never even apologized for what you said to me.."

Tears started to roll down your cheeks, it was becoming a little too overwhelming for you. "Every night you just come here for a quick fuck and then you leave, is that all what I'm worth to you?" Your voice cracked slightly, a sob leaving your lips. Your vision becoming blurry as more tears formed and dripped down on the bedsheets.

He said nothing, just staring at you with a blank expression. He wanted to say something but he feared that he'd say something he'll definitely regret, he didn't want to hurt you more than he already did, especially when your assumption made it clear to him that you think that way about him. He had so much to say but had no way of forming his feelings into words, He wanted to work things out as much as you did but never had the courage to stop this nightly routine you both had started.

"When we argued that night, I was just filled with so much anger and fear. I was scared I'd lose you but then i realized that I already did, this may be a shitty apology but I'm sorry for what i said to you. I never meant to call you any of that, and believe me when I say that there isn't a minute where I haven't thought about apologizing to you." He spoke quietly, his voice still loud enough for you to hear.

"Every night when i go out through that window, I stand there and listen to you cry yourself to sleep, I hate for what I did to you, and just to think that I made things worse by making you assume that all I come here for is just sex, makes me feel like a terrible person." His words echoed in your mind, giving you a little hope that at least something could be salvaged between you two.

He reached out and cupped your cheek, wiping away your dried up tears. "I love you Y/N, I love you so much that it hurts me to see you like this."

"I love you too, Kashi." You said back to him, earning a masked smile. Seeing him smile in general was something you missed, also hearing him say that he loves you was something that you'll never get used to.

-

"You should get some sleep, I really pushed you past your limits tonight. I would love it if we speak more about this tomorrow afternoon, as to right now I don't have any missions this week. I want to use this time to fix what I've ruined" He said as he got up from the edge of the bed and leaned in closer to you, a clothed kiss pressed on your forehead.

Once he was about to leave, you quickly got up and grabbed his sleeve. Causing him to turn around to look at you, "It's really late, I'd like it a lot if you stayed with me tonight." You spoke softly to him, hoping he'd agree to spend the night with you. Why would he ever refuse such an offer?

He willingly accepted, pulling down his mask for a kiss, his arms wrapped around your waist. Attempting to keep you as close as possible now that he knows he has a chance to work things out with you. Something he should have done from the beginning instead of insulting you and guilt tripping you into staying in the village.

He just felt like he didn't deserve the second chance he was given, not after what he had done to you. He just loves and hates how forgiving you are, one of the many reasons he fell in love with you. He's so selfish trying to keep you to himself, even when you two 'broke up' he wanted to remind you that you still belonged to him and him only.

A smile formed on your face, inviting him back into your bed. Pulling him into the covers where his body laid on top of yours, his head resting on your chest, his arms hugging your back. His eyes scanning your facial features, seeing nothing but that beautiful smile he always loves. Sometimes he wonders how he ended up with a kind and beautiful woman like you, to him it felt like he did nothing to deserve it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to keep him as close as possible, until you felt your eyelids grow heavy. Exhaustion fully taken over, your heart still pounded in your chest to the full realization that you gotten Kakashi back, you smiled to yourself as your fingers raked through his messy silver locks.

You whispered a goodnight to him but never heard a response, just hearing silence in your room but soon was filled by light snoring coming from Kakashi. You slightly chuckled to the fact that he fell asleep first when he's usually the one to always stay up, soon your eyes closed, falling asleep too. Yet thoughts of Kakashi still pulsed through your mind, how lucky you are to have him in your life.

♛ Another reminder that I'm currently working on part three for gaara x reader, again. Sorry for the long wait 🥺.

#kakashi x y/n #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi smut #kakashi x you #kakashi smut #kakashi fanfiction #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi x reader #kakashi hakate

[toorusluvr]

𓆩♡𓆪 theory - miya osamu x f!reader

note from nis: finally, after a long time of not posting anything whew please accept this drabble featuring osamu and his massive tiddies (good lord i am no better than a man /j) pardon me for the wacky title idk what to name this ☹

cw: not proofread + cowgirl position + unprotected s*x + reader has a fixation on osamu’s tiddies lol yeah me too

osamu knows too well why you’d choose cowgirl out of all position. he could read you because you’re as clear as water. the hand position and how desperate you’re grinding on him, he definitely knows why. 

osamu always finds your hand on his pecs almost the entire time. at first, he thought it’s just your love language but then during sex, he sees your hands are planted on his pecs the entire time no matter what the position is. 

ah, so that’s your fixation. 

how could you ignore the muscle-fitted shirt hugging his pecs and other muscles so well that it grabs his customers’ attention. you swear, you aren’t jealous at all but then one day you saw a customer almost banged walked straight into the wall after osamu took her order. 

goodness gracious, his pecs are the one thing you love the most about him — well, there is his cooking too. 

osamu just returned home after a quite long day at the restaurant. he tossed his cap on the coffee table, his weight immediately crashed on the couch. you weren’t in his sight, perhaps you were in the shower but he didn’t hear the water running. 

“babe?” he called out, the sound of his voice bounced against the four walls. osamu’s eyebrows furrowed when you didn’t answer his call. 

you appeared out of nowhere, immediately taking your seat in his lap. “i missed you,” you pouted cutely before giving a light peck on his lips. the corner of his lips moved when he heard the three words he’s been dying to hear this whole day. 

“i missed you too,” he murmured under his breath. his larger hands found the curves of your waist, grabbing your waist closer to his body. your legs were residing on either side of his thighs. 

osamu noticed your hands slid their way to his chest and then... his pecs. you lightly squeezed his pecs and he wheezed. “seriously?” he asked, eyes meeting yours in an instant.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “what? at this point, i’m sure you know why i like these so much.” again, you gave his pecs a light squeeze and osamu let out an airy laugh. 

he adjusted his position, head leaning back on the couch and eyes remained locked with yours. a heavy sigh followed. “wanna fuck, pretty girl?” 

you bit your lower lip, shyly nodding at his proposal. at times like this, a desperate call — you’d say, osamu would just push your underwear aside and let you do all the work. after all, cowgirl is definitely your favourite and he loves watching you bounce on his dick. so fucking beautiful and desperate just for him. 

your underwear was pushed aside while you roughly undid osamu’s belt and then his zipper. the black briefs was tugged down, his cock was already half hard. you took the matter into your own hands, lightly stroking his cock with your fingers. 

osamu hissed. he could use this to release his pent-up frustration. he let you do all the work because he loves your enthusiasm when you’re making yourself feel good. and to know that his cock is making you see stars definitely boosts his ego. 

not a second after, his cock was already sliding past your tight walls, penetrating the stretchy muscles with a loud groan half mixed with a sigh of pleasure. osamu’s girthy cock penetrated your walls slowly inch by inch and he finally bottomed out. your hands finding its favourite spot, his pecs and started holding on them like your life depended on it.

your knees supported your weight, using your strength to bounce on his cock to set your rhythm. when you felt your climax approaching closer, you alternately switched to grinding and osamu let out the most sensual moan ever.

his hands steadily grabbed your waist and followed your rhythm. your soft pants and moans lulled him into getting him to finish. he watched you struggled to move, perhaps your thighs were starting to cramp. 

you buried your face in the crook of his neck, “baby, please... i’m close but c-can’t.” 

osamu nodded frantically. his hips immediately snapped against yours, hitting the one spot that got you let out the loudest scream. your hand flew to your mouth and osamu’s cock kept bumping into the same spot over and over again. 

it felt too good to be true, really. whether you were really desperate for a release or it’s just been too long since you guys had sex. well, it was only the previous week where osamu railed you over the kitchen countertop. 

your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, “fuck, baby, right there.” 

osamu let out a grunt, his climax was close. so close. your hands touched his pecs again, squeezing them as his cock buried in the deep spot again and again. you panted heavily, lips almost numb from stifling your noises. 

your climax was close, osamu knew it from the whining and moaning loudly into his ears. “gotcha, baby,” he groaned as he pushed another deep thrust and you got your release at last. 

a string of heavy breathing echoed in the living room. osamu looked at you with a furrowed eyebrows, “your hands never left my pecs. goodness gracious it’s like a fixation.” 

you gave him a teasing grin, “well, the only time my hands can’t touch your pecs is when you get them bound.”

osamu smirked. it’s like you were giving hints to try new things. “wanna put that theory to test, baby?” 

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!! smut #hq smut #miya osamu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu smut #osamu smut #osamu x reader

[babytarttdoodoo]

Jamie’s afraid of making a big deal out of being hurt after everything that happened in season 1 - he doesn’t want everyone to think he’s being a prick again. But then one day either in season 2 or 3 he actually is genuinely hurt badly (the reason is up to you) but doesn’t tell anyone and shows up to practice anyway. It’s bad enough that he collapses on the field and that’s when everyone finds out.

I could have made this so much easier on myself and literally just written the conversation at the end. As it is, I started hating this about a third of the way through.

I hope that's just hyper-criticism of my own work and that this is still an enjoyable request fill.

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It wasn’t like he’d done it on purpose.

A lack of sleep, a dark hallway, and a half-forgotten set of steps had all converged into a little tumble in the middle of the night. That was all.

A bruised side. A knock on the head. No big deal.

That’s what Jamie had told himself as he’d inspected the damage in the mirror. He would be fine. He could put his kit on at home and wear a beanie to cover up the dark smudge of skin at his temple.

No one would notice. No one needed to know. It would be fine. Hardly the first time he’d pushed through an injury to stay in the game, was it?

He didn’t need to miss training. He didn’t need to turn up at Nelson Road and tell Ted he couldn’t play. Just the thought of trying to do so sent a thrill of unease through Jamie that he wasn’t keen to examine too closely.

So he took some ibuprofen, slowly and stiffly got changed into his Richmond gear, and called a taxi to get himself to the training ground late enough that no one had time to question his appearance.

(Driving was out of the question. He could admit that.)

Roy all but sneered at him when he stumbled in - that wasn’t anything to write home about, though. He caught a few looks from the others and had to wave Dani off on their way out to the pitch but, otherwise, Jamie was able to keep his head down and not draw attention to himself.

Drills were awful. Just stretching out his legs had him biting his tongue against making any pained sounds. When they started lunging, the hot-sick pain in his side necessitated swallowing down bile.

Sprints weren’t the worst, though Isaac definitely noticed he wasn’t starting from a crouch as he normally would. Then Nate had them doing a coordination exercise, hopping sideways and throwing balls between each other.

Lifting his arms was bad enough. Then each hop jolted Jamie’s whole body and made his head throb.

He managed, somehow, but Jamie wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He was being slow and clumsy. He was being useless. Fuck.

Panting, sweating, and trying not to throw up, he hovered at the back of the group and prayed no one called him out. No such luck. 

“You alright, mate?” Colin had sidled over while Ted called out their scrimmage teams. He was speaking quietly, which Jamie appreciated, but frowned at him with an unusual level of seriousness. Shit.

“Course I am.” Jamie forced himself to straighten up and smile. It felt wrong on his face. Too many teeth. “Just got a stitch. Didn’t drink enough.”

Colin looked doubtful, like he was about to question him further, but Jamie pushed forward to accept his yellow vest from Beard and positioned himself as far away from the Welshman as he could.

He was careful to stay in the formation they were practising, though. No sense in fucking up training for everyone more than he already had.

Roy hollered “WHISTLE!” from the side of the pitch and everyone lurched into action. Running around wasn’t so bad and Jamie soon lost himself in the game, following the movement of the ball and players with a preternatural instinct, ignoring any pain as the inconvenient distraction it was.

The few times the ball came his way, he took control of it as if by second nature, barely having to tell his feet what to do as he passed to Dani, then to Sam ten minutes later.

He was being a good teammate. He was playing like he was supposed to. And then he heard someone shout his name.

Jamie didn't need to look around to know that the ball would be sailing through the air towards him. He didn't need to deliberate about what to do. He would catch the ball on his chest and send it to Sam again before Richard could make it close enough to tackle. It was the only option to get it in the net.

He didn't need to think about it. He just did it.

And his sore, battered ribs only crossed his mind when he jumped up and twisted mid-air.

The yelp of pain was completely involuntary and Jamie would have been horrendously embarrassed by it if he hadn’t immediately crumpled into a heap on the pitch.

Something had grinded in his torso. It fucking hurt. It felt wrong.

He distantly registered the sound of an actual whistle over the rushing white noise in his ears as he lay gasping on the damp grass. A hand grasped his arm and Jamie realised Richard had skidded to his knees beside him, ball forgotten.

“Jamie? What’s wrong?” More hands were on him, trying to turn him over, but the slight pull sent another wave of sick pain through his side and he keened, curling up further to stave off the harm. “Merde, get the medics.”

“Colin’s already gone.” That was Isaac, a lot closer than he’d been less than five minutes ago, defending the box on the other end of the pitch. “He’ll need a stretcher if we can’t move him ourselves.”

“Fuck.” The notion of needing to be carried out of training brought Jamie back to himself. “I don’t need… Fuck it. I’m fine.”

“No, you are not.” Sam was standing over him as well, Jamie realised as he tried to force himself up to his knees at least. Most of the team were looming around, actually, and Ted broke through their little huddle right as a spike in pain brought up the vomit Jamie had been desperately holding back all morning.

“Hoo boy.” An American accent could really cut through the crowd, apparently, since Jamie had no problem hearing that low exclamation over twenty or so sounds of disgust.

Someone stopped him from pitching forward into his own sick and Jamie finally, limply, accepted help back upright onto his own shaky legs. Ted’s hands were one of the several pairs supporting him and Jamie could feel the humiliation and shame rising up in his gut like another bout of nausea.

“Sorry, coach,” he mumbled, even as he let Isaac put a secure arm around his waist. Sam tried to prop up his other side but Jamie shied away with an apologetic shake of the head. “Ribs. Don’t- Can’t lift me arm right now.”

He silently begged the younger player to understand, to not take it as yet another personal slight. Because Sam Obisanya was a much better person than Jamie would ever be, he only took a firm hold of Jamie’s elbow instead, face belying nothing but concern.

“Okay, folks, let’s give him some room.” Ted shooed gently at everyone not currently vital to keeping Jamie vertical. “You fellas got a good hold of him? We can get a stretcher out here, tout sweet.”

“Don’t want a fucking stretcher. I can walk.” Jamie bit out, choosing not to acknowledge how heavily he was still leaning on Isaac and Sam.

“Well, son, I’m not all too keen on taking your word for that right now.”

Ted’s tone didn’t change at all from the pleasant, practical way he’d just addressed the others. He didn’t raise his voice even a little. Jamie still felt the admonishment like a physical blow and hung his head with a wince.

“We’ve got him,” Sam spoke up. “Treatment room, right?”

They made an awkward threesome, hobbling off the pitch behind Ted and down the tunnel. Colin jogged out to meet them with a medic in tow and (surprise, surprise) Roy peeled off from the other coaches to join the entourage hustling Jamie towards the now-not-haunted medical suite.

Settled uncomfortably on the edge of the reclining bed, with a hovering audience whose eyes he couldn’t meet if he tried, Jamie numbly answered the medic’s questions about his pain level and location. He allowed her to gently remove his hat and examine the bruise underneath, went through the concussion tests without complaint, and was even honest about when he’d last eaten or drank anything.

When she pulled up his shirt, there was more than one sympathetic wince around the room. A quick look down confirmed that the bruise, though still quite small, had deepened in colour since he’d last poked at it and his skin looked oddly swollen around the area.

Even the barest methodical prodding with careful fingers made Jamie flinch and hiss through his teeth. The medic (Jennifer, Jamie vaguely recalled) hummed thoughtfully.

“Two are definitely broken. You’ll need to stay off the pitch for a few weeks, at least.”

The prognosis tightened Jamie’s throat like a hand was clamped around his neck. 

“Weeks? Nah, fuck that,” he choked out. “I were playing fine until I took the chest ball. I can still score.”

“Are you actually thick?” Roy demanded, loud and angry as per usual. There was something wild in his expression as he stepped closer to the bed. “How fucking stupid do you have to be to try and play with broken fucking ribs.”

“Fuck off, you won’t even coach me,” Jamie snarled at him, all attempts at mending bridges forgotten in the wake of pain and frustration. “Don’t act like it matters if I play hurt or not. I’ve done it plenty times before.”

“Alright, alright!” Ted cut in between them before Roy could retort with whatever words had conjured up that twisted, outraged look on his face. Nothing good, Jamie was sure.

“Roy, why don’t you take five, okay? In fact, let’s clear the room. Y’all got things to do, I’ll stick with Jamie while the good doc here gets him set up with what he needs.”

Even with Ted partially blocking his view, Jamie could see Roy was about to argue. Surprisingly, it was Isaac’s hand on his shoulder that seemed to take the wind out of his sails.

“Fuck! Fine!” He shrugged the hand off and pointed damningly at Jamie’s face. “But you’re not putting a toe out on the grass until I say so, you bloody fuckwit.”

With that, Roy stormed out of the room, sending the door bouncing off the wall with the force of his exit. Jamie’s teammates followed much more sedately, all with looks back over their shoulders and quiet murmurs Jamie couldn’t discern.

“Here.” He jumped slightly when maybe-Jennifer reappeared at his side with a bundle of items. “Drink this and take two paracetamol. Hold the ice pack to your side for twenty minutes. If the swelling hasn’t gone down, I’ll send you home with a few extras, okay?”

“Thank you kindly, doc,” Ted answered for him. “I’ll make sure he stays put for a bit.”

“Not a doctor,” she corrected mildly but gave Ted a smile and nod. “I’ll need you to sign an incident report and there’s some insurance paperwork to go through. I’ll go get the ball rolling on that and check in later.”

Jamie didn’t really like the way they were talking around him, rather than to him. He liked the idea of being alone with Ted after having caused a scene and an extra load of work for him even less. Still, he couldn’t think of any reason for the medic to stay and just watched her walk away, gently closing the door in her wake.

“You should probably do as she says,” Ted said softly after a moment of quiet, indicating the bottle of water and packet of tablets. “Doesn’t strike me as the ‘take it or leave it’ kind of advice. Rarely is, from those of the medical persuasion, even if they don’t have a fancy title.”

Moving like he was underwater, braced for the other shoe to drop, Jamie silently went through the motions of taking the painkillers. He tried not to move in any way that would agitate his injury but his hands were still shaking by the time he reached for the ice pack.

“Oh, here, let me…” Ted stepped in closer, his own hands outstretched, and Jamie flinched violently. The sudden jolt caused his abused ribs to make themselves known all over again and a small shout fell from his mouth unbidden.

“Alright, okay, no touching, got that memo, loud and clear,” Ted rambled on while Jamie waited for his vision to clear from the haze of pain. When it did, he noticed his coach frozen in place, hands still hovering in midair and significantly less threatening than moments before.

“Sorry,” he croaked, embarrassment and discomfort robbing his voice. “Didn’t mean… I’m sorry.”

“Now, hey, no. That one’s on me.” Ted glanced around and pulled up a chair to sit near Jamie’s knees. “How’s about you get that ice where it needs to be and you and I have a little heart-to-heart, that sound okay?”

Jamie nodded and gingerly wrapped the frozen pouch in the towel provided before applying it to his side. The relief was almost immediate and he felt his shoulders relax from the tense position he hadn’t even registered amongst everything else.

Ted clearly noticed too, since he smiled up at Jamie. There was still a furrow between his eyebrows, though.

“Ain’t it great when stuff helps the way it’s supposed to?” he started and Jamie tried not to let the dread of what was coming show on his face. “You know, when you’re sure that, in theory, something should do you good but you’re not quite bought into the reality yet? It’s a damn good feeling when the bet pays off.

“Course, sometimes it goes the other way. The thing that’s supposed to help you doesn’t do anything at all. Or, hell, it just makes everything worse…”

“I’m sorry,” Jamie blurted out again in a panic. “I weren’t trying to do that. I swear, I know I’m not supposed to mess up training or nothing. I… I…”

“Whoa, whoa, Jamie!” Ted’s smile had dropped clean off his face. “I think we’ve got some wires all muddled up here, somewhere. I’m not fishing for an apology. Matter of fact, I’m kind of wriggling on the end of the hook, myself.”

Jamie really, honestly tried to wrap his head around that one. He failed. “What?”

“I’m sorry, Jamie,” Ted told him firmly. “We all knew something wasn’t right with you out there today and let you play on through anyway. That’s no bueno. If you can’t rely on your coach to help you out when you need it, well, then, that’s not a sign of a very good coach, is it?”

Jamie stared at him, dumbfounded. “But… I didn’t tell you I were hurt.”

“There is that,” Ted agreed easily, nodding and settling back in his chair. “And I’d sure like to hear how you got knocked around so good in the whole twelve hours you were out of our sight. Any particular reason you didn’t share that with the class this morning?”

“I…” The hand that wasn’t holding the ice pack to Jamie’s ribs started picking at the disposable paper sheet on the bed. “I fell. Down the stairs at me house. Last night. I. It didn’t hurt too bad, I thought.”

Ted hummed. “Well, you see? Accident like that, it ain’t anybody’s fault. And you felt okay after?”

The excuse hung there so temptingly that Jamie was almost inclined to think they were back to mind games. He could tell Ted that he’d been sore, but fine, up until he got out on the pitch. But that would be just another lie, wouldn’t it? And all lying had done for him today was drag more and more people into his shit.

So, instead of agreeing like he so desperately wanted to do, he shook his head slowly.

“No, no I weren’t okay.” He swallowed and looked down at his shoes, dangling just shy of the floor. “Couldn’t even drive myself in, could I? But I thought being here and acting normal was better than… better than saying I couldn’t train today. More important.”

“Oh. Now, that’s another thing to chalk up in the ‘no bueno’ category, I’m sorry to say.” Ted’s voice had softened again but Jamie couldn’t bring himself to look up. “Jamie, if you’re hurting, ever, practice or no, I’d really rather you say so. Nothing’s more important than that.”

“Team is,” Jamie objected quietly. “Being here is. I don’t got anywhere to get sent back to now, do I?”

That sullen admission hung in the air. Jamie heard Ted suck in a breath.

“Okay. Alright. Could you do me a favour and try to lift that handsome as all heck face of yours up, just a smidge? I’m getting the feeling eye contact is going to be real important here.”

With very few options of avoidance available to him, Jamie forced himself to meet Ted’s gaze. His expression bore a startling resemblance to Roy’s wild-eyed reaction before, which did nothing to set Jamie’s mind at ease.

“Jamie, when you turned up to practice last season and said you weren’t going to train, I assumed you were mad because I benched you. That sound about right?”

The player nodded, ready for the familiar prickle of shame that clawed through his chest at the memory.

“So you weren’t actually hurt? Or did I get that wrong?”

Jamie shook his head this time, then clarified: “Were being a prick.”

“Alright, that’s fine. Water under the bridge.” Ted scrubbed a hand over his face, looking relieved for some bizarre reason. “Can we agree, though, that there’s a difference between someone pretending to be hurt, for whatever reason, and someone actually being badly injured? That a middle ground we can settle on?”

“Yeah…” Jamie agreed cautiously.

“Outstanding.” Ted took a deep breath. “So, let’s just take a little hop, skip and jump from there to how things might’ve played out a little differently today than they did last year?”

“Oh.” Jamie blinked a few times, processing. Slotting that bit of logic into the missing gaps of the day. “You’re not angry at me for missing training?”

Ted’s face broke back into a genuine, if tired, smile. “No, sir, I am not angry at you for that. Or for any other reason, while we’re on the subject. I am… mighty disappointed that you didn’t feel like you could come to me, or even call when you took your little tumble. But I think maybe we can both agree to do a little better next time, how about that?”

He held out his hand for a shake - his left, in deference to Jamie’s occupied right. That small concession alone was enough for Jamie to wordlessly grasp Ted’s palm with his own in a firm hold.

“Alright. I’ll try.”

“I know, Jamie,” Ted assured him. “That’s all any of us can do.”

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[girlfailure-smut-hour]

Your New Roommate Asmo

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Asmodeus X GN!Reader Earth!AU

CW: Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving,) Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous genitals.

A/N: It's been a while since I've written Asmo. He's still my fave, even though I have more of an appreciation for the others now. I missed him. <3 It's another kinda long one with a lot of buildup. Asmodeus is MC's new roommate and he's simply too pretty (and shirtless.) ~3400 Words

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It was the day that your new roommate was moving in. You'd found him on an app and he seemed to be a good match. He was polite, tidy, and he took good care of himself. What more could you want?

When he knocked on your door that day there was no way you could have expected how dazzling, and blush-inducingly beautiful he was. The photos did him no justice at all. You were looking at a supermodel.

"I'm Asmodeus," he says with a huge, charming smile. "Your new roommate! I'm going to start moving my things in if that's okay."

"Yeah," you reply, trying to string together a thought about anything but how beautiful he is. "That's… yeah that's, uh, okay." You want to sink into a hole with how obviously nervous you are, but he doesn't seem to notice, or at least mind. He’s probably used to this kind of behavior. "Do you want any help?"

"I appreciate it," he says, "but I'll be fine. I don't have much."

"If you say so," you reply, "I'll prepare dinner tonight then."

"That would be lovely!" He beams.

It was true that he had very little to move. You watch him carry things to his room from the kitchen, trying to ignore the strong arms he carried them with, and the gently glistening sweat on his brow.

Over dinner the two of you take some time to get to know each other better. You tell him a bit about your job and he tells you about his. He says that he’s into social media as a side job, and shows you a few pictures. To your surprise, a few of them are a little saucy. Nothing too risque, but when he’s that beautiful, shirtless pictures at the beach and gym are all you need. His slender, yet toned chest and abs were irresistible; mouthwatering even. You couldn't help but shift your legs as you looked at him across the table and imagined him without a shirt. Maybe his pants would be sitting a little low so you could see that delicious "v" that leads to his crotch. You can barely resist biting your lip in arousal.

After cleaning up from dinner he goes to take a shower and you try not to think about how he's naked in there, just feet away from you. You just sit on the couch watching TV, trying to drone out your lewd thoughts.

You hear the bathroom door latch and shortly after, Asmo says, "That's a nice water heater," from behind you. You turn around on the couch just in time to see Asmodeus step out in only a towel, rubbing moisturizer on his face.

You blush, immediately turning around. With a nervous laugh you say, "Oh, uh. Y-yeah, it's, uh, got a good capacity." You want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Having such a casual conversation while he’s standing there half-dressed and heart-stoppingly gorgeous.

Your heart is pounding. You saw so much more of him than you expected. His body looks far better in person than in the photos. His abs, more clearly defined, and those lines that lead to his crotch… they're so inviting. You imagine running your tongue down them to get to his cock.

No! You think, shaking your head. I've got to get those thoughts out of my head.

It's too late though. Asmo has an iron grip on your mind, and all you can think about is him and his delicious body. And maybe he wants it that way. It's hard to interpret his actions as anything but showing off.

He comes into the living room and sits on the couch. "I thought we could bond over face masks," he says, holding out a container for you to inspect.

"That would be nice," you say. "I… should wash my face first though." You get up and rush to your room. It feels like your heart is going to beat out of your chest. Why did he have to be so beautiful? And nice!?

You splash some cold water on your face to hopefully cool you down, but it does very little to clear your head. After a quick wash, you feel as ready as you'll ever be to go back out there.

You step out of your room and sit on the couch next to Asmodeus. "Ready darling?" He asks.

"Yeah," you say. expecting him to hand you the container.

"Tilt your head back," he says. "Unless you'd rather lay down."

You nearly ask him 'What?' But you know exactly what he said. Should I turn him down? Tell him I'll put it on myself?

Almost unwillingly, you lay down on the couch as he dips his hand in, leans over and smooths the cold gel onto your face. You're paralyzed in excitement. Your eyes drift to that one little corner of the towel that's tucked around his waist. What if it were to slip out? He'd be leaning over you, fully nude. The thought alone is enough to drive you wild.

"You have amazing skin," he says in his softest voice.

"Thank you," you mumble nervously.

His fingers feel amazing against your skin. Just being touched by him is enough to send tingling pleasure down between your thighs, but the gentleness with which he applies the mask, and the way he looks at you with delicate adoration makes you feel like you're going to explode in excitement.

"All done!" He declares as he finishes up.

You sit up and say, "Thank you."

"Would you do mine?" He asks, holding out the container. You nod, but your heart is pounding. He lays down, and you lean over him, scooping some mask out to rub on his face.

It's hard to ignore his body from this position. It's perfectly sculpted, with not a single flaw on his skin. Your eyes drift down to the towel again. With him laying down you think you can see his bulge, but you're not sure. You press the face mask onto his skin and he twitches a little. "Cold, huh?" You ask.

He giggles and says, "Yeah."

You're blown away by how soft his skin is. It feels like silk or something. You've never touched anything like it before. By mistake your fingers brush his lips and he shudders. Did I cause that shiver? You wonder. He half-bites his lips before seemingly stopping himself.

"Okay," you say. "I think I'm done." He sits up and beams a smile at you. "I think I got a little on your lip."

He wipes it off and says, "That's alright, sweetie."

The tension is palpable as you sit across from each other, the memory of each other's fingers still fresh on your skin. 

"So you're really into skin care and stuff?" You ask.

"It keeps me looking beautiful," He says. "Different brands send me products all the time for my social media. You can try anything you like."

"That's really nice of you," you say.

"Don't even think of it."

You just want to reach out and touch his chest. It's so enticing being so close. It's hard to keep your eyes off of him, stealing glances against your own will whenever you can.

A timer on his phone sounds off shortly, and he says, “Are you ready to take them off?”

You nod and he sits up to reach over and peel your mask off. His slender fingers tug at the mask, slowly pulling it away. He sets it on a nearby table and closes his eyes as you remove his. Touching him like this, even as innocent as it is, it’s hard to control your breath. It comes out in nervous bursts, almost as though you were panting. You can only hope he doesn’t notice.

As the last part of his mask pops free, you  quickly snatch the other face mask from the table and say “I’m gonna throw these away and go to bed.”

“Alright, darling,” Asmo replies. “Good night, and sleep well.”

“You too,” You reply, running off to your room.

As the door shuts behind you, you think I don’t know if I can do this. You take a few deep breaths and splash more cold water on the face to relax, but still as you lay down, you can’t stop thinking about him. All you can do now is just try to cool down and hope it’s better in the morning.

~~~~

It’s not better in the morning. As soon as you walk out of the room, you see him walking through the living room in only his boxers, and is that his bulge you can see? You immediately go back into your room and close the door. Defeated, you sit on the bed. Perhaps he was a bad fit after all. There’s not much to do, just try your best to avoid him.

And you do just that for the next couple of days, sneaking out of your room when you think he’s not around to eat or leave for work. It’s maddening, feeling trapped in your own home like this, but there’s nothing to be done about it.

One day as you get home from work, Asmo is sitting in the living room, actually dressed this time. “Hey darling,” He says cheerfully.

“Hey,” You say, trying to avoid looking at him as you walk to your room. He stands and walks after you.

"Is everything alright?" He asks. "I feel like you've been avoiding me. We had such a lovely first night together."

"No," you say. "I mean yes. Everything's alright. Don't worry about it." You try to walk away, but he stops you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

He places a finger under your chin and tilts your head up. "You can tell me the truth." He takes a step forward, bringing you closer together and your breath hitches.

"I'm… not sure what to say," you tell him. "I should go."

"If I've done something to offend you…" He begins.

"It's not that," you say, stepping back to get some breathing room.

"Then what is it?"

You sigh and decide that it's now or never. "It's just that you're so beautiful, and-and just very half-naked all the time and, you know, like, I just don't know if I can keep resisting you if I keep having to see you like this and-"

"Then why resist?" He interrupts, stepping closer still. Subconsciously you take a step back, pressing up against the wall. You gulp as he sets a hand on the wall, and twists a lock of your hair with the other, staring into your eyes with his hypnotic, confident gaze. You feel like you can't breathe.

He leans in. You can smell his rose perfume, overloading your senses and driving your already frantic mind even wilder. His lips are nearly touching yours. "Say that you want me," He says. "I need you to tell me."

"I want you," you reply, nearly melting into a puddle on the spot. He places a hand on your cheek and locks lips with you. Your heart is pounding and your brain is swirling. His lips are so soft, and he kisses with such a gentle delicacy, it actually sets you at ease. The tension melts away and it’s just the two of you in the hall, and not a thought in your head. The apartment is quiet and the air is still. Finally, you can breathe.

As his sweet lips depart from yours, you feel tingling all through your body. Still holding your cheek, he looks into your eyes and the two of you share a silent gaze. Your chest is heaving in excited panting, but he looks so calm and beautiful.

He takes your hand and guides you to his room. As he opens the door he asks, “Is this alright?”

You nod and he walks in with you behind. His room is somewhat plain, but feels romantic in spite of that. The bed is draped in silky sheets and the lights are dim, ebbing and flowing like a candle. He walks you to the bed and sits you down. Sitting next to you, he brushes some hair away from your face with the back of his hand, which he then trails down your cheek.

“Oh darling,” He says. “You’re so gorgeous. How was I so lucky to wind up here with you?” It sounds absurd coming from the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, but when you look into his eyes, they look so genuine and awe-struck, it’s hard to disbelieve him.

He pulls you into another kiss. You take the opportunity to finally get to touch his chest, feeling his beautiful body through his shirt. He does the same, running his hands up and down your body, soaking you in. You feel him tug at the bottom of your shirt so you lift your arms and let him. As it comes off, you blush, turning your eyes away. He tilts your head up and says, “There’s no need to be embarrassed sweetie. You look amazing.”

“You’re so sweet,” You say, pulling his shirt off. Your hands trembling in excitement, you run your fingers down his chest and stomach, feeling his flawless body and perfectly smooth skin for the first time. He gives you time to explore his body, sensing how badly you’ve wanted to touch him. As your fingers trace the faint lines of his abs, you feel a slight shudder out of him. Your finger wanders a little lower, playing with the button of his pants. You feel an intense tingling excitement between your legs as you reach down with your other hand to pop the button free. Your heart pounding, you pull the zipper down. He helps you remove his pants and underwear, revealing his cock. It’s already hard, twitching in excitement.

You reach down to grab it, looking up at him for approval. He smiles faintly, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. You stroke it gently. It’s warm, and incredibly hard already. You start to lean down, so he swings his legs up on the bed and lays down.

Now, between his legs, his cock in your hand, you bring your mouth down to it with a shuddering breath and, looking up at him, kiss the tip before circling it with your tongue. Finally, you envelop it with your lips and press down until his length fills your mouth completely.

His moans are so sweet and irresistible. His already soft and seductive voice further enhances the intense allure of his moans.

Sucking him in, you do your best not to gag, but as he gyrates his hips in pleasure, it’s hard not to when he presses the back of your throat. He puts a hand on your cheek, brushing some of the hair out of your face as he does. You look up at him and for a moment your eyes meet. He gives you a seductive look that only makes you want to keep going, but he taps your shoulder, signaling you to stop.

As you pop his cock out of your mouth, he sits up and pulls you into a kiss, wrapping his arms around you. Intense, clingy hands run all over your body as he begins to pull you down to lay with him. With a desire that feels deeply instinctual and nearly feral, the two of you roll around on the bed, giggling and kissing. He finally reaches for your pants, and undoing them, pulls them off.

His movements now are growing frantic and desperate as he flips you on your back and starts to kiss down your neck. Shuddering, anticipatory breaths pass his lips, as he moves down your body. Now onto your chest, he places sloppy, wet kisses around your nipple before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. With his other hand, he rubs the neglected other nipple, gently and playfully pinching it.

He moves on from your chest and down to your tummy, spending no small amount of time kissing each and every inch of you. As impatient as you can sense that he is, he cherishes your body, and every facet of it.

Eventually he does move to your legs, placing little teasing kisses all up and down them, watching with twisted pleasure as you writhe in impatience. "P-please…" you beg. "Please go down on me." You see him smirk from between your legs. "I can't take any more Asmo. Please." He smiles and grants your request, burying his head between your thighs with delight. You moan out as the overwhelming rush of all of that teasing comes crashing down on you at once.

He's incredible with his mouth, sending waves and waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you panting and clutching the sheets after mere seconds. His tongue and soft lips glide so smoothly across you as he devours you with animalistic desire. You can't help but shriek in pleasure.

When you can't take it anymore, you grab his hair and grind your hips onto his face. He looks up at you with delight, seeing you overtaken by the same lustful urges he feels. You barely have time to register that though before his tongue sends you over the edge and an intense orgasm crashes onto you as you writhe in violent convulsions. He’s sure to help you ride your orgasm as long as possible, with slow strokes that seem to align with the waves of pleasure.

"Oh my god Asmo that was amazing," you say as he climbs up on top of you.

He looks down on you with feral, desiderative eyes that burn into you. He wastes no time pressing his cock right against your entrance. He asks, "Are you ready?" And waits for you to nod before pressing into you. You both shudder and moan as he slowly pushes his hard cock inside of you.

"Oh my god you feel so good," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. He pushes further in until the base of his cock sits firmly inside you. He starts to pull out, and with each thrust push in a little harder. It's not long before he's fucking you with his full strength, thrusting his hard length all the way into you every time as he moans your name.

You wrap your legs around his waist and subconsciously move your hips too, bringing them to his to make each thrust that much deeper and harder. He looks so beautiful holding himself over you, your faces so close to each other as your breathy moans fill the air. You clasp his face between your hands, then wrap them around his neck again. When that's not enough, you wrap them around his back and clutch tightly to him. Though you don't mean to, you dig your nails into his back, feeling some primal instinct take over.

Feeling him thrust against your walls repeatedly like this, you feel like you could cum any minute now. You keep rocking your hips as he fucks you until you feel the orgasm coming on. "I think I'm going to cum," you squeak out.

"Cum for me, darling," He says, thrusting even harder for you. As you cling to him and groan in his ear, he never stops fucking you, or even slows down.

"Fuuuuck," you mumble, losing coherence by the minute. He's showing no signs of getting tired and at your second orgasm already you're not sure how much more you can take. Thankfully you hear his moans growing higher in pitch.

It’s not long before he moans, "I'm gonna cum.”

"Please cum inside me," you beg. "Please I can't take it anymore. I need-"

He interrupts you with a kiss, as you clutch tighter to his torso. You feel him thrust more slowly and deliberately before stopping altogether. His cock begins to twitch and throb inside of you spilling out cum with each pulse. You moan loudly as you feel his cum filling you up and another orgasm washes over you in intense, primal waves.

As the two of you finish cumming, he climbs off of you and flops onto the bed, kissing you on the cheek. "That was amazing darling!" He says.

"Yeah," you reply, your vocabulary being hindered by the several orgasms you just endured. 

"Come on," he says. "Let's go shower and maybe we can do it again."

"I don't know if I can stand," You laugh.

"That's okay, darling," He says. "I'll help you."

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[togrowoldinv]

Red Hot

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You meet a hot firefighter at a bar

Warnings: Smut 18+! Kissing, oral, cursing

Note: Uhh Nat is really muscular and hot so yeah. Enjoy!

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A drink is placed in front of you as the bell above the bar door rings. A parade of loud-talking people stumble in. You take a sip of your drink and fiddle with the band on your left ring finger.

“Is this seat taken?” a raspy voice asks. You would know that voice anywhere.

“It’s all yours,” you reply.

You turn to see a redhead wearing a smirk as she straddles the barstool. Her hair is pulled back in a small ponytail, and she is so beautiful. She orders a drink, Russian vodka, and you watch as she downs a shot. Her biceps flex as she lifts the drip to her plump lips.

“Long day?” she asks you once she’s swallowed her drink.

“Very long. I missed my wife,” you say.

“Hm. I bet your wife missed you too.”

You fail at hiding a smile, and she returns one too.

“I’m Natasha,” she says, holding out her strong hand for you to shake. You do so and tell her your name too. It’s a familiar dance.

“You’re a firefighter?” you ask her.

“How’d you know?” she shoots back almost immediately. You gesture to her shirt that has the department logo on it. “Ah, yeah, I am.”

“So, you’re a hero, huh?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” she says, her cheeks blushing a light red.

“I would. Tell me Natasha, how would you feel about saving me from this long day I’ve had?” you lean closer to her and ask.

“It would be a pleasure, y/n. I just live down the block.”

“Me too.”

The redhead pays for your drinks and takes your hand. Her coworkers whistle as they see her leaving with you. She shakes her head and pulls you towards the door.

Once you get to her apartment, you’re crashing your lips into hers. She returns the kiss and is quick to lift your shirt over your head. Natasha’s strong arms lift you up and carry you to the bedroom, never once breaking the kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” Nat says.

She kisses your neck, and your fingers slip under her shirt. She leans back and takes her own shirt off. Your eyes go wide at her perfectly shaped abs and her toned arms. Nat smirks and takes off her bra too. The sight of her straddling you half-naked is enough to make the heat pooling between your legs impossible to ignore.

“I need you,” you plead. “Natasha, please.”

“Be patient, sweetheart,” Natasha replies.

She kisses from your lips, to your breasts, down to your pant line. Her fingers work quickly to unzip your pants and slide them down your legs. Nat smirks as she can see how wet you are through your underwear.

“Fuck baby. Is this all for me?” she asks, kissing the inside of your thighs. You nod. She slips off your underwear in a quick motion. “Use your words.”

“It’s all for you, Natasha,” you say. It comes out breathily.

Next thing you know, Natasha has her tongue buried inside you. She licks at your wetness, and her strong hands keep your legs spread for her. Nat takes your clit in her mouth, and you feel yourself tipping over the edge. Your legs shake with pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy,” Natasha says, her voice muffled by the way you clench your thighs around her head. And you do cum for her. She helps you come down from your high and then moves up and kisses your lips once again.

“God, you’re so hot, Nat,” you say.

“Hot enough to ride your face?” Nat asks, kissing you once more. You nod your head in excitement. You love the feeling of her pussy against your face.

Natasha smirks and situates herself against your mouth. Your hands go to her muscular thighs as she begins to ride your face. Your mind is fuzzy as you gather her wetness with your tongue. The moans she lets out are like music to your ears.

“Oh, I’m going to cum,” Nat says as she clutches the headboard. “Fuck y/n.”

You hum against her, and she cums hard on your face. Her hips move erratically as she comes down. She climbs off your face and lays down next to you. Or more accurately, half on top of you as her cheek presses against your shoulder and her legs intertwine with yours.

“Do you still miss your wife?” Nat asks with a knowing grin.

“Nope. She’s right here in my arms,” you say with a chuckle. “I love you, Natasha.”

“I love you too, baby.”

You smile at her, and she blushes. She may be physically strong and tough, but her heart is soft and it belongs to you.

“We should do this again sometime,” she says. “You know, the whole pretending not to know each other thing because I think that’s the best sex we’ve had in a long time.”

“I agree. Round 2?” you ask.

Natasha answers by kissing you. You love this woman so much.

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I see the ask box open I ask like a moth to flame!!🔥👀✨ Potential TW for anxiety around intimacy(nothing graphic or descriptive) I NEED soft dom soap x reader w a SHIT TON of praise& encouragement. A bitch has a LOT of anxiety and need someone to talk me through it, and can it be they’re already together? Anything else fluffy pls add whatever you’d like!!! Thank you & feel free to ignore if you don’t vibe! Peace out!!✌🏼

Hi love, sorry it took so long but here you go <3

Thought I'd go with your first time with him. Lyrics to Francessca by Hozier are used.

The atom soulmate theory: The idea that during the big bang, the atoms that make us were split into two, creating soulmates aka our other half.

Times like these are meant to be exciting, loved, desired. Why aren't they? He kisses you like you're sculpted by Michaelangelo himself, as if you are his own angel. You are. His hand cupping your face, thumb gently caressing just below your eyes. So gentle you almost miss it. You don't.

He tries to gently pull you on to his lap, but you pull back, knowing where it will lead. He looks up at you, confusion lightly etched onto his face.

Do you think I'd give up?

"What's wrong, bonnie? Why do ya do this?" he softly asks, hand moving to cup your jaw, thumb gently swiping over you bottom lip.

"I don't think I can" you say quietly, not even meaning to fully say it. You move to get off the couch, but he grabs your wrist, pulling to sit you on his lap.

"What do ya mean you can't? What's wrong?" He asks, softly kissing your collar bone, looking up at you.

It's time. He never wants you to hide from him because you're scared of the outcome.

"I wanna be good. I'm don't wanna be disappointing.. And before you say I couldn't or something, you don't know that. I could be. I know you love me, and you've been so patient. I just don't want the wait to not be worth it. You deserve the best, or at least satisfying and I dunno if I ca-" you begin to ramble but are cut off by his lips covering yours. He holds the back of your head. Not harshly but to keep you there. He pulls away, forehead against yours.

That this might have shook the love from me?

Or that I was on the brink

"That's what this is about?" He asks in a near whisper.

"Mhm.." you say quietly as well.

"Mo leannan" he lightly chuckles, "Why didn't ya tell me sooner?"

"Didn't wanna bother you" You say, heart pounding and throat beginning to tighten as your anxiety rises.

He gently and slowly lays you down on the couch, hovering over you, hand holding your waist.

"My love fer ya innt dependent on sex. Yer so beautiful, how could ya possibly disappoint?" He asks as he softly kisses your neck.

How could you think, darlin, I'd scare so easily?

Now that it's done

You stay quiet, not wanting to argue, slipping into wanting his praise. He slowly moves down your body, gently lifting your shirt to your ribs, softly kissing your ribs, moving down to above your belly button and below your belly button.

"So fucking beautiful, so soft" He whispers into your skin, hands caressing your sides. His hands move down to your pants, and looks up at you.

"Can I?"

You pause for a second, the feeling reappearing in your throat. You shakily nod, hoping to be wrong, faking the courage.

"Words, bonnie" He kisses your stomach again.

"yes" You say quietly.

"Good gal" He gently pulls your pants off, discarding them next to the couch. His breath hitches as he slowly removes your underwear.

"Beautiful" He looks at you as he spreads your legs, laying soft kisses to the inside of your thighs, moving to your cunt. You subconsciously close your legs slightly.

There's not one thing that I would change

My life was a storm since I was born

How could I fear any hurricane?

"Hey, sweetheart. It's okay, just lay back fer me. Close your eyes for me, alright?"

Your lip slightly quivers, but you listen to what he says. You sink into the couch. He laces his hands with yours, thumbs gently moving against the back of your hands. You let out a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

"Tha right, just breath for me, okay mo ghràdh? Good girl"

That's easy enough. Inhale, exhale.

Inhale

Exhale

His tongue licks a stripe up your cup, the feeling causes you to take a sharp inhale at the feeling. He pauses for a second.

"Fuck" He exhales, leaning in for more.

"What's wrong?" You lift up to look at him. One of this hands moves to gently push your chest back down.

"Best fouckin taste. Been keepin this from me, tastes like heaven" He slightly groans, tongue flicking against your clit.

If someone asked me at the end, I'd tell them put me back in it

Darlin, I would do it again

Your hand grips his hair slightly, more resting against it. You let out a long exhale.

"Johnny" You whine, head going fuzzy from the soft pleasure.

"I know, sweetheart, I know" His hands leave you to move your legs up and over his shoulder, feet against his back. His hands grip your thighs, a bit of your fat squished between his fingers. Not enough to leave a mark, but a firm grip.

If I could hold you for a minute

Darlin, I'd go through it again

He alternates between sucking and licking your clit. You moan, hands holding the back of his head.

"I love ya, so much" He whispers between your thighs.

You feel tears beginning to well in your eyes.

I would still be surprised I could find you

Darlin in any life

"I love you" You sniffle, "Thank you"

"Meant fer eachothar, swear teh god we are" He sits up, lifting his shirt off over him, and takes of his jeans.

He leans down to kiss you, lifting your head up to meet him halfway. You fully lift up to wrap your arms around his neck. His hands hold the small of your back, as if you'd disappear. He lays you back down, and removes his boxers, cock springing out. He's not ridiculously long, about 6.5 inches, but thick. He leans back down, kissing your neck so so softly. He slowly grinds his cock against your clit, the stimulation slightly making you jolt.

"Do ya want this, if yer not ready, we dinnae have tah" He whispers into your neck.

"Want you, just dunno what to do" You say, hands cupping the back of his neck.

For all that was said

Of where we'd end up at the end of it

When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace What good would it be on the far side of things?

"Ya already do so much just layin here" He reassures, lining up to your entrance, "Just relax for me, sweet gal"

You inhale and nod. He kisses your upper chest as he slowly pushes in. You let out a shakey breath, hand slightly scratching up his upper back.

"Good job, bonnie. Doin so good fer me" he says as he pushes in more.

It was too soon When that part of you was ripped away A grip taking hold like a cancer that grows Each piece of your body that it takes

"'M not like em, I promise. You're like a fouckin angel to me" He says, as if he already knew the other men you had been with had taken you for granted.

"Don't wanna let you down" You inhale.

"Never" he pushes in all the way, letting out a groan, "so fouckin tight"

He gives you a moment to adjust, before slowly grinding into you. His arm moves to fully hold you by your lower back.

"Johnny, please, need you to go faster" You whimper, trying to grind into him.

"Shh, needa appreciate 'er" He whispers against your skin.

Though I know my heart would break

I'd tell them put me back in it

Darlin, I'd do it again

If I could hold you for a minute

Darlin, I'd go through it again

"Thank you" He kisses you more passionately than before.

"For what?" You whine as hethrusts into you a little deeper than before, as if trying to become a part of you.

"This, everything, to feel ya, fer choosin me" He exhales, "Dinnae ken how I even looked at anyone before ya"

I would not change it each time Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I I would not change it each time

"I promise there int an after ya" He promises, breath fanning against your collar bone.

Before you can respond, the coil in your stomach begins to tighten.

"Johnny" you try to warn, "I'm gonna cum"

"I know, bonnie. 'M gonna too. Let go fer me" He groans into your neck, slightly speeding up, pace faltering.

Your whines get higher and higher pitched, the cord finally snapping with a cry as you tumble off the edge.

"Johnny!" You cry out, clutching onto him.

With a groan, he spills into you, holding onto you like a lifeline.

"Oh fuck" He damn near whimpers, gasping.

As your orgasms fade away, he leans in to kiss you, softly kissing your cheeks, then your forehead, and lastly your closed eyes.

"So so good, bonnie. Better than I imagined" He whispers, forehead leaning against yours.

"Most beautiful fouckin soul I would've ev'r met"

I would not change it each time

The atom soulmate theory: The idea that during the big bang, the atoms that make us were split into two, creating soulmates aka our other half.

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[wiltingedelweiss]

The Mad…Nurse…?

Twisted Wonderland X Fem!Yuu

A/N: This isn’t proof read, and the ending is really sudden, I just didn’t know how to end it lol. I’ll probably post pictures of Silos later when I’m not at work.

Content Warnings: Blood, injury mention, mad doctor oc (I don’t know-), lemme know if I missed anything.

After the headmage called Yuu different words for ‘bland’, ‘magicless’, and ‘mundane’, he ordered them to the nurses office for a check up (clearly ignoring the part of their story where Yuu was hurt, and the blood dripping from her pant leg,). Which lead to its own…experience.

Yuu watches as Ace and Deuce are checked over, black shadow-like tendrils darting around the room and grabbing the needed supplies.

“It’s almost impressive how roughed up you got on the first day,” The nurse grins, applying too much pressure while bandaging a tender scratch on Ace. Ace winces, tearing his arm away.

“Hey, doc, can’t you be a little more gentle.” He lightly rubs his arm, a slight glare on his face. “We’re already injured.”

The grin on the nurses face fades into a dark look. “Do not call me that.” He scowls. Ace holds his hands up in mock surrender.

One of the tendrils approach Yuu, and she backs up slightly. The tendril persist, and wipes a bit of blood from her leg. It shoots up, and back towards the nurse, trying to get his attention. He ignores it, even swatting it away, before he sighs and looks at it. At the sight of the blood, his eyes dart to Yuu.

A manic grin spreads on his face.

Suddenly, Yuu feels like she’s in danger.

“I remember you!” He approaches, herding her to sit on the bed. He takes on a curious cadence as he examines her leg.

The tendrils approach with supplies as he unwraps the torn cloth from her leg. “You’re from a different world?” He asks, glancing up at her, before setting to disinfect the wound. She nods with a grimace, ignoring Ace and Deuce turning to listen in.

“Interesting…” He hums out, inspecting the wound closer. “Perhaps we should schedule some more check ups, just so we can see how your biology differs from ours. For safety reasons, of course,” He thinks out loud, though something tells Yuu that it’s mostly to satiate his own curiosity rather than for her own good.

“Now, just how did this happen? That’s a nasty gash.” He inquires.

“It’s sorta a long story, but,” Yuu goes on to explain the gist of what happened. The longer she explains, the darker the look on the nurses face gets. Yuu winces as his grip on her leg tightens.

“Uhm…Sir…?” She calls out, meekly. He snaps out of it, shaking his head. He lets go of her leg, and stands up with a sigh. “You’re telling me the headmage sent two students, and a magicless human girl with a dire beast to the mines to get a mage stone…?” The grin on his face begins to feel empty, fake.

Ace nods, leaning back in his seat. “It was that or expulsion,” He shrugs. The tendrils start move erratically around the room, knocking things over. They slow down as the nurse closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Alright…” He mumbles. “Probably just a one time thing,” He says, once again, most likely to himself. Though he didn’t sound convinced.

One time thing…Something tells me that’s not the case.

One tendril approaches Yuu with a roll of bandages. “Change them once a day, or if you notice it getting dirty or wet.” He instructs firmly. “If you need more, feel free to see me. I’m Dr.Silos Ecks. You can call me Mr.Ecks” He looks at her expectantly, and after an awkward moment of silence she jumps slightly, realizing what he wants.

“I’m Yuu,” She introduces herself. He nods, satisfied. “Well, Yuu, come see me tomorrow after class, you’re not from this world and I worry about what you might have an adverse reaction to,” He seems to only be telling a half truth, but she nods anyway.

The trio walk out of the nurses office, and they’re met with Grim jumping up from the floor. Mr.Ecks hadn’t let Grim in, on account of him not being hurt and it being unsanitary. “Took you all long enough!” He shouts, though Ace and Deuce ignore him.

“Just what’s up with that guy?” Ace asks, rubbing his arm once again. Deuce nods in agreement. “School nurses aren’t normally that rough with students…” He mutters, popping his neck.

Yuu shrugs it off, and Grim jumps into her arms. “Huh?” He exclaims, but continues without letting anyone explain what happened. “Doesn’t matter,” He waves it off. “Let’s focus on what’s really important!” A grin grows on his face. Yuu hums inquisitively.

“I’m a student now!”

“Technically you’re half a student,”

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Hi I just read enough and I was wondering if you would make another part. It doesn't have to be yn and Kaz getting another kid it could just be them in the future. Thanks

Enough, Pt.2

♡ Summary: Nina and Matthias have finally taken it upon themselves to search for a place to settle down. The downside is, it's outside the country. And saying goodbye is a bit more difficult that it usually is.

♡ Pairing: Kaz Brekker x Reader, The Crows x Reader (platonic!)

♡ Fandom: Six of Crows, Grishaverse

♡ Warning(s): None

♡ WC: 4.4k

Been a while, but here's part two!! I loved the direction this took when I was writing it and I hope you and everyone else who wanted a part two feel the same <3

Side note, thanks for 500 follows. Was not expecting that when I took a break but it was nice to come back to!

Please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes

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"Something's wrong."

Kaz turns to look at you, several pieces of paper shuffled around in his hand and slotted between the spaces of his fingers. It momentarily distracts you, seeing how ridiculous he looks.

"Yeah. You're not helping."

"No, that's not it."

You ignore the scathing glare he sends you in turn for biting your nails, eyebrows twitching from where they're pulled together.

It feels distinctly like you're missing something. Or maybe like something is supposed to be happening but it's not.

You've already been around Jesper and Wylans to drop off the pie you promised them in exchange for them coming along on a job. Nina already talked to you about her trip back to Ravka to discuss some stuff with the King. Inej wasn't due back until tomorrow, already having everything prepared for her return. Matthias was relatively self sufficient so he didn't need anything from you today. Kaz is burning holes into your skull as a way of forcing you to continue to help him.

Logically, there's nothing left to worry about. You just went through your entire list of people who you wouldn't mind helping.

Maybe Rotty needed something? But you haven't talked with him in a while. Which, really, you need to do that because now you feel bad. Pim and Anika are out of town.

So what-

Panic bubbles in your chest and spurts out your throat. "Leo!"

Kaz jumps a bit, papers making a noise as they're jostled. He stares for a moment, then tenses. "Where is he?"

You rub at your face, the question already plaguing your mind.

"He's at fifth harbor, I think."

The fact that you're not certain kills you.

"You /think?/"

"Okay listen here, Mr. 5 Star Parent." You glare at him. "I told him there was something I needed at the harbor and that it was coming..."

You pat your body, looking for a pocketwatch. Usually it's around your neck or hanging in your pant leg but it's not here.

Kaz walks up to you, jutting his torso out a bit and paper filled hands held off to the side. You grab the pocketwatch from his vest, popping it open to look at the time.

A bit of relief nulls the panic. "It came about half an hour ago, which means he should be-" you turn towards the window, slotting the little clock back into his pocket "-on his way back right now."

The curtains are already open, letting in a deep, warm orange glow into his newly refurbished office. He still intends to move to the ground floor, but for now he remains up here, with the creaky stairs and wide angled window.

You walk over, looking outside. The sun blazes into your eyes for a moment before you block it out, the cobblestones glistening up at you.

There aren't any people around, which is a little weird considering this is the time when people would be making their way back home. But, there is a dog barking up the side of a building, the sound carrying to your ears.

"I doubt you'd see him walking back home."

"He couldn't carry a stack of notebooks with him over the rooftops."

"He would try."

That he would. And he proves Kaz right by hopping down from above.

"I got your note- Woah!"

His sudden appearance is enough to make you scream, hard earned fighting instincts kicking in. Your knife in your side pouch is suddenly no longer in your side pouch, instead flying at record breaking speeds across the Barrel.

The only reason it's not in your son is because you managed to divert it before it left your hand, instead making it create a wind that rustles his longer hair.

"Shit!"

Leo loses his balance, tumbling into the office in a very ungraceful front flip, landing on his back.

"Leo! What did we say about this!?"

He doesn't answer right away, and you don't really expect him to. He groans on the floor as you go to help him up, books scattered on the floor from where they ripped against the thick paper they were stored in.

Kaz is right behind you, papers forgotten as he grips Leo beneath the arms and hoists him up to his feet. You grab a chair, heart still racing yet relieved to see him here and, for the most part, safe.

You plop him down, wooden chair adorned with a cushion.

"I thought you'd have heard me!"

You scoff. "You know I often don't, you sneaky fucking minx." He learned from the best, unfortunately, so he had nothing to say in his defense. "I really could have killed you just now."

"Yeah, you could have." Kaz decides to chime in, going back to sorting through his papers, but paying you extra attention. "That knife is now floating in East Stave, judging by the sheer power and murderous intent you just threw it with."

"Which is why we talked about this!" You examine Leo, turning his face with your fingers near where you seen the knife fly by.

Kaz sighs, putting papers back between his fingers.

"I'm sorry." Leo whispers.

You take a minute to look at him, /really/ look at him instead of searching for what you know isn't there, and see the shaken up and guilt ridden look on his face. His freckled cheeks are drained of color, but slowly coming back. His eyes are wet, and his hair is ruffled beyond repair with just your fingers to card through the progressively curling strands. His eyebrows are pulled together, and there's a noticeable downturn to his lips.

He's really scared.

You sigh. "I'm sorry, too." There's no hesitation in the way you place a kiss to his forehead, letting your lips linger for a moment as you feel the tension leave the space between his brows. "I was literally in the window looking for you, I shouldn't have been so startled."

"I wasnt gone for that long."

You huff. "It's half eight. You left at two."

His eyebrows raise. "Wow."

Kaz actually laughs, a short, sharp exhale through his nose with a curve in the corner of his mouth. "I don't think 'wow' is the word you should be using."

"It's the only word I've got."

You scoff. "Well now you're just a liar, little book worm."

Speaking of books, you turn to the space in front of the window, finding it void of your stack of notebooks that nearly cost Leo his life.

You don't even get the chance to look around for them before Kaz is picking them up from his chair, and then handing them off to you.

There's four of them, each looking the exact same as the others, much to your delight. You take them in earnest. "Thanks, love."

It's wonderful to see the shade of pink that adorns his cheeks still when you call him that.

"What do you need 4 exactly replicated notebooks for?" He clears his throat.

You set them in Leo's lap, taking the top one off and opening it.

The paper was fine and thin, a bit of a bumpy texture to it when you run the pads of your fingers over the surface. It was cream white, a slight yellow tint to some and a very slight grayish-brown tint to others. The edges were deckled, which you'd fix later, and the back cover to the book had an imprint of the sellers company on it.

"They're for little things. Ones for Leo and the rest are for myself. I was considering getting into drawing, but I think I'm mostly going to use them for keeping track of my thoughts."

Leo picked one up, flipping through the pages. "Like a diary?"

"Not... necessarily."

"Then what?"

As you try to think of a different way to explain it, though, nothing comes to mind.

You bought a book you can write in to record your thoughts and feelings. If that's not a diary you don't know what is.

As if second nature you look towards Kaz, as if he's going to help you out of the mess you made. Instead you're met with your husband doing a shit job at hiding an amused smile.

He did that a lot these days.

"If not a diary, then what is it?" He teases.

"It's just... a journal." You go back to flipping through the pages, drinking in the sound that comes from Kaz as he suppresses a laugh with a controlled breath even if it pisses you off, Leo smiling widely at the display he's managed to produce. "Just to write stuff, yknow?"

Leo closes his journal and opens the next one, going over the pages.

"Write stuff. Personal stuff." Kaz teases again.

"Well, yeah." You shrug. "But also, other non personal things. Just stuff I notice and want to keep track of, like things people gravitate to. And to help me learn languages."

You feel Kaz before you hear him. He presses a feather light kiss to your temple, holding your face with his gloved hand.

It's new, welcomed.

You close your eyes and lean gently into his hand until he pulls away. And when you look back at him, he's got that boyish charm to him that he fought tooth and nail for.

You're just glad you run warm. To ease his worries.

"A journal isn't going to help with your abysmal pronunciation of Ravkan."

You shove the journal into his chest, making him stumble away from you. His smile grows.

"I don't need sass from you, Mr. I-only-know-one-language."

He takes the journal and opens it, looking into it. "I don't need to know more than one when I'm surrounded by people fluent in several."

"Not for much longer you're not."

The comment makes the air in the room melancholy.

Along with Nina going to Ravka to discuss some "important matters," her and Matthias won't be returning to Kerch afterward.

They're going to travel around for a while, exploring the different lands available to them to settle down in. After they explore a bit of Ravka, Nina giving Matthias an ample tour of her homeland, their next stop is Novyi Zem. There they'll do much of the same, basking in eachothers presense as they indulge in the prosperous lands and rich culture.

From there they'll edge into The Wandering Isle, but not too far to avoid the Drüskelle. And then they'll take their leave to the Southern Colonies, where they're planning on taking permanent residence if they don't find somewhere else first.

You're happy for them, and so is Kaz, much as he still hates to express it.

Leo, however, is having a hard time figuring out where he stands on the matter.

Earlier, when you went to treat Nina to waffles as one of the last meals you'll share together for a long while, Leo had made it about halfway to the same little diner the three if you went to when you first found him before stopping.

He stood his ground, refusing to move even as you took his hand and tried to encourage him to even just move out of the road, and then gave you a genuine, sad "sorry" and took off back towards the Slat.

You couldn't get him to turn around and come back. And knowing he'd make himself as difficult to find as possible, you continued to meet Nina, who was as sympathetic as can be despite being disappointed.

Even now, you can see the way Leo grips the notebooks, ready to flee.

Your fingers find the back of his head, gently scratching his scalp and loosening the knots in his hair. His shoulders loosen, and he let's out a deep breath.

He's the only reason they haven't done this sooner. But now that he's older and they've had time to learn how to manage the sheer amount of money they came into possession of, it's time.

"They leave tomorrow. Inej will be back as well to see her off." It was a feeble attempt to lighten his mood.

And it doesn't work, his smile not even reaching his eyes. "I know."

You can't think of anything else to say. And Leo stands up, setting the journals on the chair, and walks out the door.

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Inej makes it to the harbor before everyone else. Her boat is docked right where it always is, and she's throwing herself off the side and bounding towards the group of you before you can point it out.

You pick up the pace, Nina following right after, luggage forgotten about once she gets to the base of the steps.

The both of you wrap Inej up in a hug, not squeezing hard, but hard enough that you're sure that Inej is having a bit of some difficulty breathing.

You all let go, you taking Inejs hands in yours, smiling as wide as you can. "It's so good to see you."

"You too."

Nina puts a hand on Inejs shoulder. "Are you sure you're alright with taking me to Ravka?"

Inej gives her a contented look. "I'm sure. I'll just be dropping you off, no getting off the boat."

You hardly get another moment with her before Jesper is shoving his way through. He draws out her name, slowly and gently coming down to wrap her in a hug. She reciprocates, already having seen his quick approach.

As Wylan comes to stand next to the hugging pair, Jesper swinging them from side to side, you turn toward Matthias to see him smiling at the display as well.

He's gotten so much more comfortable over the past few years, his year in prison far behind him. It's nice to see him smile so openly, so lovingly.

The boys let go of Inej, Leo having given her a hug as well.

He decided to come along silently, standing outside the Slat and ready to follow to the docks.

No one said a word, just nodded at him as he tailed right beside you.

Getting to see Inej breaks the tension within him a little. You can tell, his shoulders more relaxed and his smiles coming easier.

He moves out of the way as Nina gets Inej's attention again. Inej allows the tears to collect in her eyes as she hugs her once more, the both of them gripping eachother.

Inej sighs. "You'd think I'd be used to this."

They giggle, and so do you.

A high, sad whine escapes Nina's throat. "I didnt realize how hard this was."

"It gets easier."

"I don't think it does."

They go silent, gripping eachother just a little harder before letting go.

You suppose there's some truth to both those statements.

As Nina turns to you, wrapping you up in her arms, you find it hard to do the same.

Because sure, if you do this enough it can start to feel like routine. You lean in close, holding the other together as tight as possible, and then you say goodbye.

But there's so much more.

You hike your arms up and squeeze around her middle, only minding your pressure just a little to avoid forcing all the air out of her lungs. She does not afford you the same courtesy, and squeezes you as tight as possible.

Emotionally, it doesn't. Everytime Inej leaves it feels as if a piece of you is being taken away. And now two more pieces are leaving, a sizeable hole forming in your heart.

When will it be whole again?

When will every one of you be back in the same place, after almost 8 years since the Ice Court? With one hunting slavers and two finding a place they can call home?

Childishly, selfishly, you want everyone to stay together. To call this place, right here, their home, and settle down.

But that's not how real life works.

So you squeeze her a little tighter, and eventually when you let go, you allow the little piece of her that occupies your heart to float away with her.

"Take care of yourself." You say to her, clutching her hands in yours.

She laughs, her loud barking laugh, and tears run down her cheeks. "8 years and that's all you have to say?"

You scoff, regretting it immediately when the release of air from your lungs sends tears pouring out of your eyes. "You know I suck with this emotional goodbye bullshit."

"You and our boys all do."

You turn towards where Kaz and Matthias are standing next to eachother, Kaz's hands placed firmly on his cane and Matthias with his hands clenched into loose fists at his sides.

While he has grown more relaxed over the years, that Drüskelle rigidness has yet to be completely shed, if it ever will be.

Jesper and Wylan get their turn saying goodbye to Nina, and you walk over to Matthias.

He relaxes slightly, his body curving down ever so slightly to become just a bit more eye level with you.

"What do you want, big guy? A hug? Handshake? Fistbump?"

He smiles at the humor in your voice, rolling his eyes, and then he's walking forward, arms out.

It's only half surprising, your eyebrows raising ever so slightly as you walk into him.

He's still as solid as can be, but he's gentle in the way he uses that solidness. His arms wrap around your upper body in a way that encapsulates you, your hands flattening across his back.

The hug is much shorter than Nina's, but it's only slightly less emotional.

Your tears continue to fall. His eyes manage to get a glossy look to them, which is basically the same as you breaking down into an ugly sob if you had to put it on a scale.

You take hold of his arms, his hands holding onto your elbows.

"You take care of yourself as well. Keep eachother safe."

He smiles. "You and the demjin really do suck at goodbyes." His Fjerdan hasn't faded a bit, with you, him, Nina, and ocassionally Wylan all speaking it when he does. You and Wylan were learning to speak more like a native, you catching on much faster than him, who wanted to stay more towards textbook Fjerdan.

You're going to miss those bits of chaos, with Kaz and Jesper standing off to the side giving the lot of you looks of confusion and horror when they pick up on certain words out of context.

"Give me a break, half of you are gone now."

He gives your elbows a squeeze. "We will visit, as promised."

"You better. I'll be visiting you too once you get settled down, so you better be prepared."

"I wouldn't expect any less."

You let go of eachother, your body subconsciously finding Kaz's and standing as close as you can to him.

Leo is talking nervously to Nina. Their voices are gone with the wind, his mouth moving rapidly as hers stays slow, hands coming up and wiping away his tears.

He stops, lips turned down, and she brings him into her. Just like you, he can't seem to make his arms move at first. But when he does, they fly around Nina, squeezing her as tightly as a thirteen year old boy can.

You hope this doesn't break him. It's hard enough whenever Inej comes and goes, you have no idea how hard this will be for him with Nina and Matthias visiting so much less often.

They pull apart, and Nina wipes his tears once more. She says something, low enough that you see Inej try and lean in to hear. Whatever she says, Leo gets a serious look on his face, and then nods.

She ruffles his hair, making him giggle.

Inej takes this as her cue to make her way on over. Her eyes are a little pink and glassy, and her nose has gone a little red from where she's been rubbing it.

You hold your arms out again, and she accepts as she takes those last few steps. She's still so thin, but you know better than to think she's gotten weak. You can feel it in the firmness with which she hugs you and how tense her back is, hard muscles sleeping beneath her clothes.

"I've only seen you for five minutes and you're leaving already. And taking Nina and Matthias with you."

You feel more than you hear her chuckle. "Ill visit soon. And so will they when they're ready."

"I know." You pull away. "It just hurts."

She moves on to say something to Kaz, and you look back towards Nina to see Leo handing her one of the journals from yesterday. Usually you'd be a little upset at the regifting, but the awed look on Nina's face brings more confusion than anything else.

They hug again, squeezing tighter than before if possible, and then Leo is running back towards you.

He slams into you, and you're half ready for it. Your body stumbles backwards, his fingers digging into your side and shoulder blade. A third hand comes and stabilizes you as you put your hand on the back of his head, and your other on his back.

He's grown so much. Both physically and emotionally. He's tall enough now that his forehead can rest comfortably in the meat of your shoulder, and considering that he's only 13, you're willing to bet he'll be as tall as Matthias once he's done growing.

The people this important to him leaving will be hard, like opening an old wound, but you can tell he's been prepared for this. They've been openly preparing to leave Kerch for about a year and a half, discussing it when the topic comes up.

He knew this was going to happen.

You just hope you're prepared for how emotional this will be once they're actually gone, boat disappearing across the horizon.

You squeeze him a little tighter, wishing that just holding him like this would make everything better.

"You okay?" You ask.

He nods his head, but doesn't let go.

The other hand rubs your back from side to side. You can feel the leather through your many layers, the vibrations of the friction as he readjusts his fingers making you smile.

Looking up, you see Nina begin making her way over.

Gently, you encourage Leo to let you go. He stands next to Kaz, who does his best to comfort him, gloves fingers moving his hair from his face and behind his ears.

"One last hug before you go." You ask.

She doesn't deny you. "Youre doing a lot of that today."

"Forgive me for wanting to hold you while youre still here."

"Apologize for that again and I'll drag you with me to throw you overboard."

You both laugh, the sound coming from your bellies. Your heart stutters, and it makes you feel a whole lot better.

"Leo gave me a journal to write in while I'm away." She whispers.

"Are you going to use it?"

"Don't be stupid. Of course I will." She pulls away, wiping at her eyes. "And you can read about our adventures for generations to come."

"The size of your ego won't fit on that boat."

"I'll make it work."

You cup her head in your hands. "You always do."

Her lip wobbles, and Matthias takes that as his cue to come in and comfort her.

For a while you all stand in the middle of the docks of fifth harbor. Hoards of people give you dirty looks as they brush past, but no one could find it in them to care.

It's obvious that you're all just finding excuses to keep the conversation going. But the thing is, it's not hard. It's the easiest thing in the world. Topics flow into more topics, strings tying each one together so intricately that you loop back to the beginning several times without more than a blink, and then you're off on something else just as quickly.

And time continues, despite the unrelenting need for it to stop.

When you eventually look up, the sky is becoming a darker shade of blue than the ever lovely warm orange it sports. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon if you had to guess, the torrential waves surrounding Ketterdam ever present.

Everyone goes silent, realizing the time, and then they begin their goodbyes.

The cycle starts with Jesper and ends with Kaz, who gives both Nina and Inej a tip of his hat, Matthias getting a handshake.

You put a hand on Ninas shoulder. "I hope you find the best piece of land the world has to offer."

"I won't settle for anything less, given what we've been through. I deserve it."

You both smile, giggles almost bubbling. "That you do."

You let your hand slip off her shoulder as she turns away to pick up her things, journal stuffed safely into her shoulder bag.

With nothing left to do, they wave goodbye with their stuffed hands, and Helnik and Inej are on the boat and pulling out of her berth and out into the sea.

The waves allow them to pass, making for a beautiful scene of The Wraith bathed in the light of the nearly set sun, and they're gone.

Nobody says anything.

You wrap your son in your arms, and take your husband's hand. Wylan tucks himself into Jespers arms, and props him up.

Everything feels like it's falling apart.

But for your sanity, and those around you. You tell yourself everything is as it should be, no matter how bullshit it feels.

Because everything is as it should be. It just...

It doesn't feel good.

A hand comes up and wipes your cheek, and you let it rid your face of the tears.

"Come. Home time." Kaz says. There's a gentle tug on your arm, and it's almost like he tugs on your heartstrings too.

He makes everything easier.

You finally look away from the waves, and you feel just a little better. "Home time."

You look down at Leo, who also has tears running down his face. He let's you wipe them away, and then nods. "Home time."

"See you tomorrow?" Wylan asks, Jesper cleaning himself up right next to him.

You hum a deep, confirming tone. "Tomorrow. Dinner."

He nods. "Dinner it is."

Kaz tugs once more, just as gentle, and you give in.

It's time to go home.

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The Book

part one | part two

matt x maysen drew (femreader)

summary: when watching the people you love destroy themselves and choose money and fame over you, you found someone else to love.

warnings: swearing, smoking, angst, mention of substance abuse/ addiction!

a/n: before you guys read i just want to say thank you to these writers for inspiring me to post this !!

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masyn’s pov

i loved matt, in a friend way like i would do anything to protect him like any good friend would do and i know he would do the same.

but for some reason whenever we’re together i can’t shake the feeling that maybe there’s something there, something that i’m missing.

i cared deeply for him, and maybe sometimes i thought i liked him in not a friend way but i never payed attention to it.

i was never shown love growing up, i never felt it from anyone especially my parents. i was never enough for them, they were social butterflies, celebrated people, notorious and renowned. at least that’s how the public viewed them.

my parents have been celebrities for as-long as i can remember, they both have a dark history and maybe that’s why they act the way they act.

in 2010 my mom released a self help book about addiction, it went viral.

that same year my dad decided to get his shit together and started investing his money in something other than gambling at the casino and started buying property, eventually he owned half the south side and is being a real ”fixer upper”.

my childhood was very “colourful”, i never knew much about my parents until i got older and i could start noticing things. one thing i noticed is they thought having a kid meant more money.

at first i loved the paparazzi, the interviews, the red carpet events, i felt like a true princess, like i was finally getting the attention i had longed for.

but when i turned fifteen I realized it wasn’t what I wanted at all, i went to this fancy private school where i would get picked on because “the only reason i have money is because my parents were junkies”

I hated that place so much, i got myself expelled by throwing a textbook at a teachers head, my parents paid them to keep it private so it didn’t “ruin their reputation”.

when i started refusing to go to events with my parents they just gave up on me and left me alone. i. fucking. loved. it, it was so freeing to do whatever the fuck I wanted without a camera in my face.

of course I missed my parent’s attention when they would be proud of me for going to events but if i had to broadcast myself and go through hell in my day to day life, i was fine with it just being me.

around a year ago when i was 17 my parents went to some fancy influencer party and somehow convinced me to go, they put me in a long black strapless dress with a big slit on the leg, i kept my hair straight because i loved showing off my natural long red hair people always told me they would die for natural hair like it.

the party was so fucking boring, the only intresting thing was watching people get wasted and me getting wasted myself.

“aren’t you too young to be drinking?”

i turned around to see a tall boy that looked around my age, he was wearing a white button up with navy blue dress pants and a matching tie and his hair was all ruffled up.

“how else will i get through tonight” i scoffed turning back to facing straight

he leaned up against the counter next to me and just stared down at me, i could feel his bright blue eyes beaming down on me but I chose to ignore it.

“i take it you’re not a social person” he blurted out.

“nope” i replied not turning to look at him.

“good, neither am i”

I looked up at him with a confused look.

“is that why you’re talking to a girl you don’t know ?” i said with a sense of sarcasm.

he just rolled his eyes with a smile.

“soo what are you here for?” i said turning my whole body towards him leaning my side up against the counter.

“me and my two brothers were invited, they’re the social people” he said with a slight smirk.

“what about yourself?”

to be honest i didn’t know why i was here, my parents wanted nothing to do with me until they got fame. which it was all bullshit by the way my mother was dancing in the corner with a red solo cup telling everyone she was drinking water, that water was pure vodka and my father was coincidentally no where to be found.

i took a deep breath as i pointed with my hand that was holding my cup with some alcohol concoction i found at the bar, i pointed straight at my mother who was practically getting naked on the dance floor

“stasia drew” i said deadpanning to my mother.

i watched from the corner of my eye as he leaned up squinting his eyes trying to get a better look as to where i was pointing, that’s when he finally found her and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

“what are you doing here with her? And what is she doing here she looks loaded” he said with that same smile.

“that would be my mother” i said still staring her down.

“oh i’m sorry- i didn’t mean-“

i chucked at his sudden nervousness “it’s okay, you ever hear of the book the urge”

“yeah, i heard it’s really dark though so i try to avoid it”

“my mother wrote that book, don’t read it ever it’s just a bunch of bullshit” i felt myself tense up trying to not get angry, i knew he noticed it but we just kind of sat there staring.

“wanna go outside for a smoke?” he jumped up

“yes please”

he reached his hand out and i grabbed it and we snaked through the huge crowed of sweaty old rich people until we finally reached a back door.

he grabbed the box of marlboros from his pocket and placed one between his lips as he lit it up using one hand to block the wind. he took a long drag as he took it out and passed it to me.

i grabbed it and took and slowly inhaled, i smoke weed every now and then with friends but never cigarettes I mean who the hell still smokes cigarettes.

“cigarettes huh? so old fashioned” i said holding the smoke in.

“i’ve been smoking since i was like 10, never got around to quitting. plus those fruity ass vapes are disgusting” he replied with a small chuckle

i just smiled taking another hit before passing it back to him.

“does the public know u smoke?” i said blowing the smoke towards the ground.

“nah, it’s just something i do for myself when i get too overwhelmed”

“you’re telling me you don’t like all this? all the attention from millions of people, the fame, the money anything??”

“i love it but there’s also sides to me i like to keep private, some people just don’t respect that. And I should be asking you the same thing, your mother wrote an amazing book that half the world is going crazy for”

I paused for a moment staring down at my feet, they were numb from these heels I had been wearing all night but it didn’t matter. why didn’t i like any of it? i had always wanted my parents attention and i could get it from millions but instead i choose to freeze up in front of people and hide away.

i turned my head up to face him and gave a small smile.

“i’d handle fame better if i was actually proud of the reason, whenever i do come to these parties which is very rare my parents get all this praise and I have to pretend like it’s not all a lie. that book saved peoples lives except the one person who should’ve been saved, my mother”

i stopped realizing i had been rambling on but no one ever asked me, no one actually listened all they did was say how “lucky” i am and talk about my mom or my dad. it was nice talking to someone and just being me not my parents daughter or that famous authors daughter.

that was the night i met matthew and after that night we were inseparable, like two peas in a pod.

eventually him and his brothers invited me onto their podcast one day and i did talk about the book, i didn’t reveal anything about how my mom was still a drunk and still uses any substance she can get her hands on or how my dad uses all the money to gamble but instead i just kind of talked about how i grew up in the public eye and how i cope with it and it was kind of nice.

he made me feel more comfortable being out there like that and even helped me grow closer with my mother when we turned 18.

my dad walked out on us and my mom didn’t handle it well, she drank a lot but i was glad he was gone.

me and matt spent a lot of time together and sometimes i would think he’s flirting, but i just convinced myself it was just how close we were, i didn’t want to ruin it.

matt ended up getting his license and drove me and his brothers everywhere, like my little chauffeur that didn’t expect anything back.

“Yo, do you wanna go for a drive and smoke?”

“Yeah sure just let me ask mom”

“😹😹 funny joke”

“lol see you in 10”

i always caught myself smiling whenever i saw his name on my phone, i just assumed it was pure joy because i had such a wonderful friend by my side.

he texted me that he was here and out i went.

a/n: my first story !! im so very nervy, im very open to suggestions and ideas so dont hold back🤍

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