#im damp eyed

[burnt-scone]

The Sandman fanartists: Yes, were gonna draw Morpheus, but it's gonna be a mix between the show and comic.

#The Sandman #morpheus the sandman #dream of the endless #Come here you starry-eyed damp cat you #Im artists

[sprout-fics]

OMEGAVERSE 141 MY BELOVED OH GOD IM GONNA THINK ABT UR WRITING ALL DAY

I do love this idea, so glad everyone enjoys this too!

Poly TF141 x Omega! Reader Headcanons

(Poly TF14 x F! Omega Reader)

(Part Four: The First Heat)

Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Group dynamics, Poly TF141, Heat cycles, Comfort, SoapGaz, Slowburn

Masterlist

Your heat hits hard

It's not as bad as the one that nearly killed you, but to say it's uncomfortable would be an understatement

You don't notice it at first. You feel off, sure, but everyone has off days. You assume you just ate something bad at breakfast, shrug, and try to move on

As the day progresses you begin to wonder if you're coming down with something. You're parched, too warm, a little shaky. You think maybe it's a cold, that you'll just sleep it off

It isn't until you run into Price later that day that you realize

The scent of an alpha that's scent marked you in the past to help keep other away wafts across your senses, and before you can blink-

It sends you to your knees

Price is alarmed, and reaches for you, before he realizes exactly what's mixed in with your scent. You see his pupils dilatate, see his throat bob as he swallows, but he manages to haul you upwards and slowly helps you to your room

You're sluggish and hazy eyed by the time you get there, leaning your weight onto him fully as your legs refuse to cooperate. You try to apologize, and Price reminds you there's no need, that you can't help it, that he'll make sure you're safely put away

Yet he merely dumps you in your room and extracts himself before he can have a change of heart, quickly texts the others to inform them of the situation

You barely make it into bed, exhausted, feverish, muscles and joints aching. It doesn't take long for you to pass out

When you wake up, it's dark outside, your room is dim, and you feel damp, gross with sweat. Yet there's a little message on your phone from Gaz, letting you know there's a care package for you right outside the door

You manage to crawl over, open the door just enough to slide the box in. Your back presses to the door as you sit on the floor, eyeing the contents

Snacks, water, hygiene items, a little soap bar where someone has taken a blade to redundantly carve the word 'soap' into it, and a black dark hoodie with a scent so heavy that when you hold it to your face you moan.

You notice neither alphas has come to offer their assistance, and for that you're both glad and a little lonely about. The thought is shaken away as you stumble towards the shower, clean off, slide the hoodie on, eat and hydrate, and collapse back into bed

Maybe it won't be a bad heat, you think

You wake up and your world is on fire

There's only hot air as you gasp awake, clawing at your blanket, drenched in sweat, sheets soaked. Your skin itches, and you pull off the hoodie just to get a cool reprieve, only to drag it back on when the ache between your thighs clenches painfully

It feels like you're drowning, like your veins are molten, like you can barely breathe

And between your legs is a searing, pulsing emptiness that makes you clench around nothing, has you buck and gasp and whine in search of reprieve. Yet there's nothing to help. Not even the touch of your scent marked pillow, not even the smell of Ghost's hoodie or water or food

You manage to fumble for your phone, reach and text one single line

"He lp"

It's the middle of the night, you think they aren't awake, and after a few minutes you decide to fix this yourself, pulling yourself from bed towards a cold shower

You don't get far, legs collapsing under you the moment you stand. It's so much, and try as you may you can't seem to drag yourself very far, crying out in frustration and resorting to hauling a blanket from bed to curl on the floor

It's how Soap finds you, curled up and writhing in pain. You see his face float into view, ashen with concern, and still dressed in his sleeping clothes. You take one inhale and whine, arch your neck submissively because he smells faintly like Ghost, like Alpha.

It doesn't take long for him to help you into the bathroom, stick you in the shower with all your clothes on, and turn on the coldest water you can manage

"Yer burning up, hen'." He mutters, eyes cloudy with worry, a hand placed to your forehead. "Need tae cool you down."

He vanishes for a moment, and you whine until he comes back with a clean set of clothes

"Can you get dressed by yourself?" He asks, and you consider, shake your head

Soap is nothing less than a gentleman despite the fact he's already seen you naked before, manages to fumble you dry and get you into fresh clothes before helping you back into your room

It's there that you find Gaz, in the midst of changing your sweat damp sheets, bleary eyed but offering you a smile

You're considerably more relaxed by the time the two sergeants have you fed and hydrated, finally curled up between the both of them on your cot

They're soaked in Price and Ghost's scents, and it's enough to make the need between your thighs relax just enough for you to go limp between them

Your head is cloudy with lust, with need, swimming with low pulsing desire at bodies pressing into you on either side smelling like alpha

It makes you hiccup, tears forming in your eyes at wanting, needing, hoping for them as your blood thrums too warm in your veins, and your voice chokes on their names as if somehow you can summon them the quell the ache

You know, in some distant, logical part of your brain, that Price and Ghost are being more than decent about this, that even if you asked in this state they'd refuse you until your mind is clear

It doesn't stop you from being a whiny, needy, horny mess between the two men that smell like them. Your hips jerk automatically, seeking friction, even as a hand kneads the small of your back to try and soothe you into keeping still. it has the entirely opposite effect, makes your fangs pop out and a low, heady moan tumble past your lips

It aches

Yet then a large, firm hand grasps onto your nape, and you suck in an unsteady breath as someone who smells like an alpha scruffs you, making you automatically go limp and still

"Good omega." Soap purrs in your ear, and you shudder, whine, but remain pliant in his grip, wet eyelashes fluttering as a heavy fog of sleep descends upon you once more, safe in the arms of the two men you trust the most to keep you like this

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[bits-and-babs]

Im so sorry I didn’t see this till after request were closed but so idk if you gon see this but, f!reader had her nipples pierced? I’m sorry but I feel like price would be obsessed with readers piercings like if she had a tongue piercing too? Manz would go crazy. Smut? Dw if not <33

✦ 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 6: NIPPLE PIERCINGS

cds!john price x recruit!reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: three months into your sas training course, chief directional instructor captain john price drills you on cold-water-shock survival.

cw: f!reader, cold water shock, power imbalance (recruit x directing staff), secret relationship, breast/nipple play, p in v sex, cream pie.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 7: INCUBUS ⇾

It wasn’t as though there hadn’t been sufficient warning, but three years of service in the British army was nowhere near enough to prepare your body for the brutal battering that SAS selection subjected it to. Your blisters had blisters, and your body pulsed with a bone-deep ache every time you managed to crawl into bed upon dismissal. 

You had been sufficiently warned… About everything except this. 

Freezing cold water drips from your nose as you hoist yourself out of the pool at the base of the waterfall. Cold-Water-Shock training was a standard part of SAS selection– the ability to control your own discomfort and maintain a level head whilst also teaching the fundamentals of surviving sub-zero. January weather meant temperature levels were unsurvivable past a handful of seconds, and you could feel why. 

The process was simple. Fully submerge yourself into the icy depths before raising to the surface and keeping your chin above water. Next step; breathe. Regain composure and steady your breathing to fight the effects of cold-shock. Recruitment Staff would then ask you a handful of simple questions to assess competency before heaving you out of the water. 

You’d passed, you felt, with flying colours. The savagery of the otherworldly Brecon Beacons had failed to shake your resolve, answering the questions with ease. Even now, drenched to the bone and involuntarily trembling, you maintained a strong eye contact with Chief Directional Instructor Price as he eyed you with a stern expression. 

It’s momentary— barely there. You’d have missed it had you blinked. Price’s thick eyelashes, made damp by the sleet that had been battering the group all morning, dipped below your face. Sapphire blue irises glint in the low light when they zero in on their target. You hadn’t worn a bra this morning given you’d been forced out of bed at the arse-crack of dawn and expected to be in the van within five minutes… They’d left you little to no choice. 

Regardless of this reasonable explanation, you suddenly begin to regret your decision to forgo the cover, Staff Price gazing at the way your grey t-shirt clings to your pebbled nipples and the exposed shape of the piercing balls either side of each mound. 

“That’ll be all, 16,” he says, that raspy grit to his voice warming you from the inside-out. That fever encroaches on the apples of your cheeks when you realise he’s yet to pull his eyes away. 

“… Yes Staff.”

✦✦✦

“You did that on purpose.”

John’s voice, husky and full, was surprisingly even considering how tight your pussy walls clenched around his thick, veiny cock. You wail quietly at the soft breath that dances across your assaulted skin, nipples so incredibly sensitive. Sucked and nibbled and licked, the tender skin screams when Price drags the flat of his tongue over your pierced nipple with a delighted hum. 

“N-No—“ you choke out, the overstimulation of your nipples sending another shockwave of bliss down your spine. You know you’re squeezing him, because John ruts up into your fluttering pussy with a far less composed groan. “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to!”

“You’re not foolin’ anyone, Love,” John murmurs, gently taking your pebbled nipple between his teeth and rolling it. 

You see stars— swirls of technicolour dancing behind your eyelids with how tightly you squeeze them shut against the cataclysmic pleasure that seeps between your thighs. When John jerks his hips up again, you can hear how wet you are. It’s sloppy, disgustingly soaked, and Price loves it. 

“Fuckin’— Hah-“ John moans against the supple flesh of your breast, wrapping his lips around it and sucking on the hypersensitised skin. This time, when you arch your back from the bed with a wail of his name, he begins a slow and leisurely pace with his hips. 

Burying your fingers into the short-crop of his hair, you brace against the ticking bomb of your orgasm as it approaches. Each long stroke of John’s hips makes another disgustingly wet sound, your cunt greedily sucking him in and creaming around his throbbing dick as he flicks his tongue back and forth across your abused nipple. His other palm, battle calloused and rough, squeezed the other breast, thumb equally torturing your second nipple. 

It comes in waves; cresting, crashing tsunamis rather than soft laps of the ocean on a beach. A prickling heat that singes away the Beacon’s icy cold from your toes and creeps up the inside of your thighs. Your heart slams against John’s lips, your hands pushing into the back of his head to keep him there while you chase what could only be described as liquidation. 

“Ohmygod—“ you slur, and it’s as though the edges of your vision blacken. In truth, you’re not sure what you call him as you come apart on his cock, sobbing out a hapless string of garbled noises that don’t sound anything like his name. Toes curling either side of his hips, you fail to brace against the overstimulation that rips violently through you. 

“Fucken’ ‘ell—“ he groans deeply, a guttural growl that seems to vibrate the atoms in the air around you. The deliberate, methodical thrusts of his hips suddenly pitch to a sloppy, desperate gallop. John’s hands grasp the bed sheets so tight you almost hear the threads strain against the pull. 

He cums, coating the inside of your cunt with a rumble of your name that sounds so foreign to your ears with the afterglow buzzing in your eardrums. John continues to fuck you through it, taking pleasure in the way you squirm and squeal and cry until his cum seeps between your legs, coating the inside of your thighs with his seed. 

Sharp, heaving breaths echo in his small quarters, and you’re almost certain that his fellow DS had definitely heard you this time. But when John places his damp forehead to yours, eyes closed as he relishes in the bliss of being so close to you for just a moment longer, you struggle to find it in yourself to worry. 

“You should wear a bra,” John mumbles, pressing a kiss to your lips— but missing in the haze of post-orgasm-bliss and settling for a peck on the corner of your mouth. 

“Why?” You muse, still a little breathless as he works his lips down your chin and over your jaw. The gruff, burly Chief of Directing Staff was so affectionate when the door was closed. You knew that this thing you had going on was more serious than a thing when you stopped being anxious about getting caught and being kicked off the course— instead stressing about John offering his tenderness to another recruit. “If this is how you react to seeing me with a wet shirt and no bra, I’ll dunk myself in that water every damn day.”

In a moment of sobriety, John pulls back to look you in the eye. His aquamarine irises hold a heavy seriousness that makes your breath stall for a moment, afraid you’d said something out of line. 

“Love, I completed that whole trainin’ session with a rock hard cock.” 

A beat. 

Just before peals of laughter burst from you. John rolls his eyes, turning onto his back on the mattress. Still, he’s unable to bite back the smile that pulls on his lips.

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[mommypieck]

Ok so this might be a lot but misaka, sasha, Ymir, historia are having a sleepover but it just so happens that y/n is the special guest but she doesn’t know what she’s in for.

"so y/n, tell me, is there any boy you like?" sasha asks, plopping down next to you on the bed. she throws her hands around your neck and pokes you into your side, making you squeak. you laugh at her behavior, cuddling into her side.

"no, i am not really into boys." you say under your breath, looking down at your lap. ymir whistles, crawling closer to you.

"we got ourself another gay," she laughs, lightning up her cigarette, "you want one?" you politely decline her offer, playing with your sleeves.

"it this your first time having a sleepover?" historia asks you, sitting in front of you. you have always liked her smile, she's the type of person that makes everyone fall for her.

"you're my only friends here." you confess. it's true, they are the only people who were eager to talk to you in the new school. you see ymir give mikasa a look you're not able to understand, but you just hope they also see you as friends.

"of course. we really love you." says historia, shuffling closer to give you a big hug. you feel emotional, you never had such amazing friends like these girls. you still felt unsure about the tension lingering in the air.

"mind if i take this off?" historia asks, not waiting for an answer and pulling her pink crop top over her head. you can't help but to glance on her bra clad boobs, the bra too small for her boobs.

"she's beautiful right?" ymir startles you, giving you a smirk. you stutter, not sure what to say, but sasha breaks the tention.

"your boobs are so firm too, look at them." sasha says, grabbing your right tit in her hand.

"w-what are you doing?" you ask her wide eyed. you didn't expect her to touch you like that but you aren't against it. her touch on your boobs feels good.

"let me touch her too." historia pouts as she takes your other boob in her hand. she looks you straight in the eyes while doing so, hypnotizing you with her gaze. you shiver a bit when you notice ymir glaring at you from behind historia. you've always thought those two were dating.

"you're really pretty." you feel hot breath on your neck from behind and your eyes meet mikasa's. she quickly undoes her bra, throwing it on the ground.

"who the fuck wear bra to a sleepover." ymir exclaims, sitting legs spread in front of you.

"you for example. sports bras are out of fashion." says historia as she nips at your breast. you moan loudly at her gesture, petting her hair out of her face. sasha pinches your nipple between her fingers, loving the noises you make.

you feel sashas hand rub at your core over your pyjama pants.

"she's so damp already." sasha asserts. you yelp when ymir grabs the waistband of your pants, pulling them off of you. "fuck." she breathes when her gaze meets your wet core.

"what made you so wet?" mikasa mumbles against your neck. you try to answer but the way they are all touching you just makes you let out a moan. ymir's fingers scoop your wetness and she puts it in her mouth to taste it.

"she's as sweet as she looks." she says, smirking down at you.

"not fair, i wanna taste her too." historia whines, pressing her manicured fingers to your pussy to taste you too. she moans when she tastes your juices.

"i wanna eat her out." she giggles, getting in between your legs but is shoved beside by sasha.

"i introduced herself to all of y'all, im gonna eat her out first." sasha says, diving in between your thighs. you fall back against mikasa's chest as sasha eats you out. mikasa busies herself by playing with your nipple while ymir fingers your clit. historia sits next to you with her own hand in her underwear, biting her lip at the imagine in front of her. sasha's lips smack with each stroke of her tongue, clearly enjoying the taste.

"anyone else wants a taste?" she asks suddenly, making historia jump out of her place. she quickly replaces sasha in between her legs, diving into your pussy as it was her last meal.

"fuck, if i knew you would be so eager to eat pussy, i would have kept you." ymir says, making historia give her a middle finger. mikasa's finger finds your clit and she rubs it in slow circles. you feel so close to orgasm and you know that it's gonna take only few more swipes of historia's tongue before you cum.

"i told you guys, she was a fucking slut from the first glance." ymir chuckles, grabbing your jaw to kiss you on the lips. that's your last straw. you cum undone between the girls, your pussy squirting in process. your whole body shakes from over stimulation as you lay between mikasa's legs.

"she's so cute." sasha tsks, giving you a little kiss on the lips.

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[kiyosw]

How bout ei and miko (separate) with an s/o thats like a werewolf who goes into a rut an ends up knocking them up

MY ***** IS ON FIRE, & YOUR **** IS THE EXTINGUISHER.

CHARACTER(S): RAIDEN EI, YAE MIKO.

— WARNING(S): NSFW, GN READER WITH WOLF TRAITS, READER IMPLIED TO HAVE MALE'S GENITALIA, CREAMPIES (ALL), BREEDING KINK, SCRATCHES, POSSESIVE MARKING, CRYING FROM PLEASURE.

NOTE: sorry for the long response, went through a hard writer block😓😓 anyway, here u go!

ei as the loving archon she is, keeps the dates on where your rut/breeding season usually happens.

but what if it came too soon?

she noticed your abnormal habits today. Ragged breaths, excessively warm in touch, fluffy ears down, tail waggering slowly, glowing and teary eyes that only happens when it's already that time.

eyes tearing up from the frustation and lust that's very present, Ei knew you entered your rut week, despite it being a few days early.

your quick senses indicated that she's only a few steps away. Not wasting any moment, you quickly pounced on her.

your body desperate for her touch that doesn't need any explanation because of the throbbing bulge against her thigh, she let you relieve your frustration into her.

you're rutting your hips against her crotch, your mouth busy on her right breast and your hand on the other. the now lust-filled archon can only look at you, whiningly moaning with every sensation you make her feel.

pulling back from her body, then suddenly her thigh lightly touched your raging manhood underneath your clothings.

that simple accidental touch fueled your desire to fill up her desperate pussy over and over again. <3

patience incredibly running low, you hastily tugged on your belt and buttons, and pulled down your underwear.

the tip already leaking with precum, length and veins throbbing and standing proud. the sight of your cock is enough to make her pussy twitch with anticipation.

inserting the tip hurriedly already made you whine needingly. your thrusts so deep that any moment now your tip might reach her womb. <3

"ah!~ d-dear, slow d-down— nghhm!"

slightly scratching your sensitive ears was enough to get your dick twitching and ready to release your thick load for her.

thrusting into her dumbingly, your drool making it's way to your chin because of the highlightened pleasure caused by your heat.

not even able to her your dearests pleads to slow down your trhusting as you're too drunk on the thought of pumping her cunt full of your thick cum. <3

not even stopping after cumming inside her, just marking her porcelain neck as a reminder that she's yours, while thrusting again into her needy hole.

"mnngff fuck, fuck, fuck ei im gonna cum deep into this pretty pussy of yours until you carry my child."

whimpering and whining top of her as you still continued to thrust deep inside her cunt, both your releases making such a lewd, squelching noise.

folding her almost in half that her legs are aching from how high it's being held, her screams and tears of pleasure continues while she just keeps on being a good girl for her needy, little wolf. <3

releasing in her so many times that your cum infused with hers just gushes out of her hole afrer thrusting back to her cunt that's still needy for your cum. pussy already wrecked and filled, yet she still wants to feel your cock all over her.

but what if your rut happens early because of her own heat occuring now?

WARNING: READER IS CALLED AS A "good little wolf", SIZE DIFFERENCE, SOMNOPHILIA.

this cunning, fox woman doesn't even need to set dates into her calendar to know if you're already in your rut season. she's a kitsune that has heightened senses and goes in heat too, remember?

tail wagging and ear twitching as she sniffed her mate, you , that's peacefully sleeping unaware of the already lust-filled kitsune beside them, that's internally battling herself to just pounce on you.

it's already late at night, but a certain kitsune got woken up by a sudden damp spot between her already aching sex, and a burning desire to be filled up.

her mind's already hazy, her body screaming internally to straddle your mouth-watering slutty waist and just grind away at your delicious dick.

and she actually did what her intrusive thought told her. Straddling your waist, immediately grabbing at the hem of your t-shirt for support then started to grind on you.

"ngfnh fuck, such a good little wolf.."

not even trying to be quiet and nonchalsnt about her doings, she just wants you to pin her under you and pound into her aching and leaking pussy.

while she's doing her stuff on your hard dick too focused on her own pleasure with closed eyes, she failed to notice your fluttering eyelids opening.

"ngh, my little fox still needy for me even when I'm sleeping?

startled, she quickly opened her eyes, realizing you woke up by her antics.

hair deshiveled, eyes still sleepy n half lidded looking at her lust-filled gaze, cheeks dusted with pink, fluffy ears bent down because of the sudden arousal.

the sight alone made her fought herself to not let out an embarrassing moan.

and she didn't even notice you flipped her because of the lust and need she currently has. such a dumb, naive fox she is.

hovering over her now, your tail wrapping against her left thigh, broad shoulders towering over her figure while you nip at her porcelain neck is enough to make her pussy wet with so much slick just for you. <3

"mmn please just put it in, I've been a good fox to you, didn't I?"

removing her panties aside, her slick leaving a tiny bridge over the fabric making it such an erotic sight.

whipping out your cock, making it lie over her pussy lips, feeling over her slick and grinding it over your cockhead all the way to the base.

"oh darling, you don't even have to say please. just you grinding over me is enough to keep me wanting for you more."

thrusting at her hole vigorously, every thrust kissing away at her cervix makes her see stars while you pound away at her, founding relief and greed at the same time at her pussy.

holding up her waist, you hastily moved her robe to set free her mounds, doing all that while you're still pounding on her with just her moaning n whining helplessly about how good it feels. <3

"mhm fuck I'm so close! I want it mh inside all of it!"

you couldn't resist her, after all. finishing inside her, your cum filling her up into the very end of her womb, then thrusting again for another round.

by how many cum you let out inside her, even one thrust made it overflow and drop onto her milky thighs. but that doesn't mean she doesn't need more of you.

"oh baby, you just can't get enough of my cum filling up your pussy, huh? don't worry, we have more than enough time to fill you up."

#sensfiles #sensfw. #genshin impact smut #dom! reader #ei x reader #raiden x reader #raiden shogun x reader #raiden shogun x reader smut #raiden genshin impact #yae x reader #genshin yae miko #yae miko x reader #miko x reader #yae miko x reader smut

[poeghoul]

hard times iii.

in which they're far too drawn to each other.

word count: 7,852 warnings: mentions of drug usage and abuse, unwanted advances, angst, possessiveness authors note: not proofread. only a few parts left to this series </3 im far too attached to them.

masterlist

part one part two

Y/n made her way out of the diner, the new waiter, Ross, following close behind her. “It’s not too bad, I promise. You’ll get the hang of it soon,” she turned to face him, smiling to try and relieve his anxiety. The poor boy had spilled orange juice all over his black sweater, the thick fabric sticking to his chest, and still slightly damp. “Plus you’ll be taking the night shift and barely anyone comes in.”

He exhaled through his mouth, raising his eyebrows at her, “so that means shit tips, huh?” he joked at her. She pulled her lips into her mouth, hesitant to answer, and when she went to challenge his assumption, he cut her off. “Fuck, really? Shit, I’m fucked,” running a hand through his hair, he shook his head. She pursed her lips at him.

“It’s not awful, I swear. And you’re new, so,” she trailed off, not entirely knowing what to say to the blue eyed boy. “They always start the newbies off at night,” the end of her sentence sounded more like a question, and he just smirked at her and tilted his head to the side. 

“You’re shit at making people feel better, you know that?” he grinned at her, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth, shaking his head at her. She grinned at him, exhaling a laugh through her nose. “Ya need a ride or anything?”

“Mm, no I have a ride already, thank you though,” she gestured to the man standing next to the black SUV behind her. A ‘shit’ coming from the boy in front of her. “Yeah,” she pursed her lips. Ever since the first night Jax had picked her up, everyone who worked at the diner bombarded her with a million questions anytime the ‘mystery’ man stood in front of the building; how’d you score that, who is he, how do you know him, etc. 

“No offense, but how the fuck are you able to drive that? Or have someone drive you in that,” he stared at her, a befuddled look graced his face. 

She tucked her bottom lip in between her teeth for a second, his gaze switching from her eyes to her lips and back once the flesh was released, “um, a friend of mine kinda owes me a favor and this is how he’s paying me back,” she shrugged, her right arm coming up to rub her left, an anxious habit.

A humorless laugh escaped him, “I will never ask for a favor if this is what you’re expecting in return,” he gestured to the car. “I’ll see you in the morning, y/n,” he patted her shoulder before running his hand down her arm, barely even touching the jacket covered skin, and grazed her hand for a moment longer than he should’ve. She blushed from the action, taking in a sharp breath before nodding and bidding him goodbye. 

They parted ways; Ross walking to a beat up ‘99 Honda Civic hatchback, and y/n to her (Harry’s) personal chauffeur’s car. She sent a smile to Jax before wrapping her arms around his torso, squishing her face into his chest (he was significantly taller than her, but not as tall as Harry). 

“Hey, sweetpea,” he greeted her, she felt the vibrations rumble through his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, a hand coming up to caress the back of her head and a gentle kiss was placed on the crown of her head. “Wanna tell me who that was?” he pulled back to wink at her, she just rolled her eyes unwrapping her arms and crossing them over her chest and he opened the door for her, 

“That was Ross, he’s the new waiter I told you about. Not very good though,” she stepped up into the backseat and sat her bag down on the seat next to her. A few weeks ago, she’d be getting in the backseat hoping Harry would greet her with an apology or an explanation. Now, she’d be surprised to even smell Harry’s lingering cologne. He’s been avoiding her since the last time he came to her apartment. No calls, no texts, no interactions whatsoever. 

Jax laughed, closing the door before running around the back of the car and hopping in the front seat. His eyes met hers in the rearview mirror, “that bad, huh?” Her eyes widened and she nodded, her mouth agape. 

“I’ve never met anyone that uncoordinated, I swear. He’s great with the customers, he really is, he just can’t balance a tray to save his life,” she sighed, “Dan put a lot of faith in me, too, which makes it worse. Like, I can’t just magically make someone a great waiter, especially if this is their first waiting job.”

“That’s rough, sweetpea, I’m sorry.” 

“Is it bad I don’t think he’ll last long?” sympathy laced her tone. 

“Not at all, and from the sounds of it, that seems likely,” he shrugged one shoulder and started the car. Pushing the parking brake down, he shifted into reverse before pulling out of the parking lot and on to the main street leading to her studio. 

“Yeah,” she pulled her lips into her mouth, looking out the window. She had switched to the morning shift, paranoia suffocating her every night making her shifts much harder to get through without choking on her anxiety. And because no one else was willing to take the night shift, they had to hire another waiter. And apparently, for god knows why, they just had to hire one with no experience. And just had to make y/n train him. A form of punishment, she’s sure. “How was your day?” she looked back to him, eyes trained on his side profile. 

“Mm, fine. Uneventful as normal. Just waited around for,” he met her eyes in the rearview, “Mr. Styles,” she looked down at her hands, picking at her over bitten cuticles, dried blood staining her nail beds. “He had another meeting with Mr. Horan,” she nodded slowly. Niall hadn’t even come into the diner. They both had disappeared. 

The drive was short, it always was. Soon enough, she was thanking him, like usual, and running up the stairs to her apartment. Unlocking the door, she could hear the bells she had attached to the door handle on the inside sing loudly. It was annoying, but with where her mind had been the past month, she deemed it necessary. Kicking her shoes off, she plopped on her chair, rolling her neck from side to side trying to alleviate the tension. 

After her third morning shift, she had started to regret asking to be taken off nights, she had no clue what to do in the middle of the afternoon. When she’d get off around ten, she would come home and get ready for bed and watch a show or scroll through tiktok until she’d be half asleep with the phone slipping from her grasp. It was a routine she’d been used to for about eight months, but developing new routines and sticking to them was not her strong suit. 

Getting off this early highlighted how alone she felt. It got dark around 4:30 and winter was creeping in. Her seasonal depression started to settle in, making a home in the cavity of her chest. 

+++

Harry sat across from Niall in his home office, sitting back in his expensive Italian leather chair with his leg crossed over his knee. He rarely ever hosted meetings in his home, never trusting anyone enough to invite them in, but Niall was entirely different. He managed to snake his way into Harry’s life; calling and texting him at all hours of the day, inviting him to attend church with his wife and two daughters or out to play a game of golf. Harry was suspicious about the amount of communication and invitations, but learned that Niall was one of the friendliest men he’d ever come across, and eventually accepted an invitation to a game of golf. That was entirely a bad idea, however, since Niall was practically glued to Harry’s side ever since. 

He had even told him about what happened with y/n, to which Niall prompted him to just come clean to her about how he felt. But of course, it wasn’t that simple. If it was, Harry would’ve done that the moment he saw his sweet girl shed a tear. They never spoke about it after Harry yelled at Niall to stop meddling. 

“Who do you think did it?” Harry asked the blue eyed brunette, referring to a shootout that happened at a Motel 6 twentyseven miles from where they were meeting. Motel 6’s were notorious for drug dealings, though Harry never dared to step foot near one. 

Niall shrugged, “could’ve been anyone, really. But I’m sure it had something to do with Justus. He’s always down there, creepin’ around,” a scowl graced his gentle face. 

Harry brought his fingers to rest on his mouth, tapping a finger on the skin above his lip and raising an eyebrow at the man's theory, “Hm, Justus, aye?” Niall nodded. “ ‘S a possibility, he loves his motels. Who else could’ve been down there, though? Couldn’t have just been a deal gone wrong, he had to have stepped on someone’s toes.”

“Well, it-” Niall cut himself off, perking up as he put the pieces together in his head, “Payne. It was fucking Payne, god that prickhead.”

“Niall, that name holds no significance with me, who is that?” 

“Liam Payne,” Niall answered, leaning forward, “terrible prices, terrible stock, always lacing whatever he’s able to get his hands on to sell for less,” Harry scoffed, shaking his head. “Laced a batch of coke with fent and killed twelve people but of course, being who he is, no one ever ratted him out. Hells gonna swallow him whole rightfully so.”

“Hm,” Harry hummed out, “let’s hope he makes his way up here,” a grin took over his features. Niall stared at him in confusion. 

“Why’s that? Don’t want him anywhere near me, if ‘m bein honest.”

“Well, you won’t have to deal with him. I’ll happily take care of him.” 

Niall gulped, “I don’t know Harry, he’s shitty but,” he paused, trying to think of the right phrasing, “powerful. Very powerful.”

Harry’s grin widened, the skin around his eyes wrinkling, “and I’m not?” he retorted. Niall shook his head, chuckling, knowing where Harry was headed. “Like I said, I’ll happily take care of him.”

“Devious bastard.”

Niall and Harry said their goodbyes, one of Harry’s men walking him out. Harry sat in his office, alone again. He sat back in his chair, messing with the H and S rings on his left hand, his mind wandering to his little lamb, whom he hadn’t seen in far too long. He wondered if she thought of him, wondered if her thumb ever hovered over the call button under his name in her contacts like he had done with her. She consumed his thoughts daily. He’d ask Jax about how her day went and why she switched to the morning shift, to which Jax couldn’t answer truthfully as he didn’t even know. 

Papers scattered the desk in front of him, numbers, dollar signs and crossed out names on nearly every page. The amount of clutter on the desk made him restless, unable to think straight, but he couldn’t bring himself to organize it in any way. He’d begin to put things away but would quickly get overwhelmed with the amount of shit he had to file away. So, he just stared at the piles, his mind occupied by the girl he didn’t get a chance to know, by his own fault. 

He reached into his jacket pocket, reading the time, 4:37 pm, and his notifications, looking for one in particular. 

Jax D.

She’s home safe, area secured.

A small smile graced his lips, happy she was home safe and unharmed. He wished she would’ve told him instead, however. Wishing to hear the words fall from her pretty pink lips. He tapped at the screen to respond. 

Harry:

Good. Thank you. 

He set his phone down, his heart aching in his chest, missing his sweet little lamb. 

+++

“What are you doing tonight?” Ross asked y/n as she unlocked the front doors for the pair, she looked at him over her shoulder as she pulled the door open.

“Mm, probably nothing, I work tomorrow morning so I don’t really wanna do much,” she let him walk in before her, following him inside before locking the door behind them. “Why, what’s up?” she quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Just curious, damn,” he held his hands up in surrender, she rolled her eyes and laughed at him. 

“Well, why are you curious?” The two made their way into the back room, setting their stuff in their designated lockers. She sat down on the bench, retying the shoelace that had come undone. He sat in front of her, legs on either side of the bench. 

“Well, I was gonna see if you wanted to do something cause I’m off tomorrow and I assumed you were too so,” he shrugged, staring at her as she sat across from him.

She looked up at him, mouth slightly agape. “Oh,” she nodded slowly. “What were you thinking?”

“What?”

She rolled her eyes at him, “what did you wanna do?”

“Oh, I’m dumb, I thought you meant, like, what are you thinking,” he said in a scolding tone, she laughed. “But whatever you wanna do, we can see a movie or something.”

She nodded her head slowly, contemplating the idea. It wouldn’t be bad, she could get a blue and red icee, but she didn’t want to give up her daily alone time (with working in the service industry, she looked forward to that very much needed time). But with how melancholy she’d been feeling lately, the alone time became very depressing after an hour. 

“I’m down,” she smiled at him, a dimple cutting into her cheek. “What do you wanna see? The new Priscilla movie is out, I really wanna see that but we don’t have to watch that if you don’t want to,” she rambled. 

“That’s Elvis’ wife right?” She nodded, “I love Elvis,” she cringed. She had a deep hatred for him and his stupid voice and stupid hair. She vowed to never step foot in Vegas because of him. “Let’s do it. Check the times, do you wanna go after work so you’re not staying out too late?” 

“Oh yeah that’s actually perfect.”

He grinned back at her, “perfect. It’s a date.”

He got up before she had the chance to correct him; it was absolutely not a date. 

+++

Harry sat on the edge of his bed, buttoning up a crisp white shirt. He had returned home from his morning jog and worked out for a little over two hours before getting in the shower and readying himself for the day. No meetings planned, which he was thankful for. He just had to foresee a shipment coming in from Arizona, some of the finest coke he had ever seen was set to come in today and he didn’t trust anyone enough to not tamper with the sweet white powder. Jax, Daniel and Lee met him in the hallway, ready to take him to the warehouse, while the rest of his men were already on their way. 

“Morning, Mr. Styles,” one of the burly men greeted him, Harry didn’t bother to respond to the greeting, instead looking to Jax to inquire about his angel. 

“She was dropped off at 5:45 this morning, I watched her go inside with the new waiter. She texted me she doesn’t need a ride home but I’ll still check the area out when she’s set to be off,” Harry’s neck almost snapped with the way he turned so quickly.

“What? Did she say why she doesn’t need a ride home?”

Jax shook his head, “She didn’t, sir.”

“Show me the texts,” he stopped in his tracks, his hand reaching out, waiting for the phone to be placed in his palm. Jax hesitated. Harry narrowed his eyes at him becoming impatient. “Show me the texts, now.” Jax reached into his jacket pocket to pull out his phone and tapped on the screen before handing it over to Harry. 

Y/n 🐇☁️

Ross said he can give me a ride today:) love u see u in the morning

Harry reread the message four times over, his heart caught in his throat. He turned the screen off and gave the phone back to Jax, turning on his heel to walk out to the car. He settled in the backseat, Lee next to him, while Jax and Daniel sat in the front. 

He sat staring out the window, the car not even moving yet. His breathing rapid, his heartbeat similar to one of a rabbit getting caught in the grip of a hawk. 

He broke the uncomfortable silence, “Is Ross the new waiter?” Jax nodded, nonverbal. “He seems interested in her?” Again, the man nodded, not daring to say anything more thinking it would just piss him off further. But Harry wasn’t angry, he was more hurt than anything. He knew he had no right to be upset in any way, afterall he walked out on her, but it still didn’t sit well with him. “What time is she set to be off today?” He turned, looking at the man in the passenger seat. 

“Scheduled off at 2:30, but depends on if she’s finished with her tables. She's still training the new waiter so it could be longer than that. She said he’s not very good,” Jax threw the last bit in there to appease Harry. It worked. 

“You’ll switch cars for the day, you can take the beemer, I want to see her make it home safe.”

“Yes, Mr. Styles.”

+++

Y/n and Ross made their way out of the diner, headed to his beat up little car (he swore it was the coolest “ride” and that the ladies “loved” it). He would take y/n home so she could change and lend him one of her oversized shirts, offering him that after they made the plan to go right after work thinking he’d be uncomfortable in a food stained sweater. He declined the offer at first but after he spilled a copious amount of coffee and syrup on him, he asked if it was still on the table.

Harry and Jax sat in the heavily tinted Beemer watching the pair as they walked out of the double doors and into the piece of shit, as Harry put it. He was fuming, his foot tapping against the carpeted mats of the car as he clenched his jaw, Jax thought he was closing to breaking a few teeth or the mandible all together. The two men followed them as they made their way to y/n’s. 

Harry hadn’t been in this area in a week's time; he had been following Jax in that very car, watching to make sure she was actually making it safe to her little home.

He watched as he parked his car on the street, and watched as they walked up the stairs and stood at the door for him to unlock it. That made him even more angry, how was she so comfortable with a man she barely knew to allow him in her apartment? 

The chiming of bells rang through her apartment as she pushed open the door. 

“Bells?”

She nodded, “I’m a girl living alone, kinda a necessity,” she shrugged, setting her keys down. “Thirsty?” He shook his head. 

“Ya know something’s really gotta be done about that.” She looked at him, a confounded look on her face. 

“What?”

“Like women are scared to live alone, that’s, like, really shitty. And pads and tampons should be free.” She stared at him, her head cocked to the side before shaking her head and approaching her dresser. 

“I have a few sweaters you can borrow too if you’re cold,” she reached into her pajama drawer and pulled out an old Jimi Hendrix shirt she had purchased at a record store from her hometown years ago. The neckline was fraying and the graphic design was barely dark enough to where it was easy to make out.  

“Yeah, I’ll take one if that's alright,” he smiled at her, holding the t-shirt up in front of him. “Do you actually like Hendrix or is this just like a hand-me-down?” 

She rolled her eyes, going through the bin of sweaters she had, trying to find one that would actually fit his lanky, but tall, frame. “Yes, I actually like him, asshat. I have Are You Experienced on vinyl,” she nodded her head to the turntable that sat in the corner, near her bathroom door. A collection of vinyl growing dust sat on the bottom shelf of the stand it sat on. 

“Damn my bad, cupcake.” She hated that. She hated how he called her ‘cupcake’ or ‘sweetie’. She hated how it sounded, hated how it made her feel, hated how degrading it was. She handed him a plain gray sweater, saying nothing, not making eye contact. “Thanks,” he took it from her, his hand grazing hers in an unnecessary manner. Without warning, he pulled his shirt over his head and fumbled with the t-shirt she had handed him. He was just standing in her room basically half naked. 

“Oh,” she said, turning around and facing the opposite of him. He laughed from behind her. She wished she had chosen her alone time. Or at least asked to see the movie later in the day as she was going on nine hours of being with the boy. 

“I’m decent now.” She turned to face her dresser again, filing through her shirt drawer looking for a long sleeve to wear under her sweater. Even with the chilly fall weather, movie theaters cranked their ac all the way up. “I’m gonna change in the bathroom,” she shut the door after getting the last word of her sentence out, thankful to have a moment to herself. 

While she was undressing her upper half, she heard a pounding on the door, the bells clanking against the wood. “Hey are you okay?” she shouted.

“Yeah,” he yelled back to her, “there’s some guy at your door, should I open it?”

Some guy? She couldn’t think of anyone who would drop by randomly on a Tuesday afternoon, other than Jax but he knew she didn’t need a ride so it couldn’t have been him, right? 

“Gimme a sec,” she tugged her long sleeve over her head and opened the bathroom door, pulling her hair out of the neckline. 

She covered the eyehole for a moment before briefly looking into it, but someone was covering the other side of it. She glanced back at Ross, shrugging her shoulders, silently asking what she should do. 

“Here, I got it,” he approached her and she stepped back to give him some space. He cracked the door open slightly, just enough space for his head to be visible from the other side. “Hey can I help you?” 

The door was pushed open, Ross groaning at the force from the man on the other side. Harry stomped his way in the apartment, looking around the space before his eyes landed on her. His gaze softened. He didn’t say anything. Neither did she. 

“Dude, you can just fucking come into someones house man,” Ross said from behind him. Harry rolled his eyes, turning to face the significantly smaller boy. 

“Don’t fucking call me dude, who the fuck are you?” Harry yelled as he approached him, towering over him and backing him into the wall.

Ross swallowed, his back hitting the brick wall. “I-uh, who are you?” he retorted, Harry chuckled. 

“What are you doing here?” y/n spoke up, taking a step closer to him. Harry turned, locking eyes with her again. 

He didn’t have an explanation that didn’t make him sound insanely jealous and possessive of someone who wasn’t even his. “I, y/n, I just wanted to make sure you were safe. I’m sorry.”

“Can we go outside for a second?” Harry nodded, his hand on the doorknob waiting for her to come with him. He closed the door behind him. She didn’t say anything, a sad look on her face.

Harry’s hand twitched beside him, wanting so desperately to pull her into him to hold her or even to touch her cheek again. She poked at the chipped nail polish on her nails. 

“I still haven’t made any banana bread,” she broke the silence. A smile made a home on Harry's lips. 

“Hmm, that’s exactly why I came, how’d you know?” she smiled up at him, a gleam in her eyes. Harry’s smile wavered. His hands twitched again, his subconscious begging him to run, begging him to stay far away from the sweet angel that stood in front of him. 

“ ‘S just a guess,” her head dipped down again, her arms coming to wrap around her torso as the autumn air nipped away at her. 

They stood in silence for a moment, none of the two knowing what to say after weeks of no contact. Harry felt he couldn’t ask her about the morning shift or about the things Jax has told him about her life recently; he wasn’t invited into that part. Rather, he uninvited himself to that part of her life when he sent he Jaxs information then proceeded to go back and forth with blocking and unblocking her number. 

“We’re going to see Priscilla, it starts pretty soon.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” 

“Didn’t know you were an Elvis fan.”

“I’m not,” she was quick to disprove the claim, “it’s not about him, it’s about his child bride.” Harry chuckled. 

“Hm, I’m not too fond of the ‘Viva Las Vegas’ bastard either,” she smiled, wryly. “I’ll head out then, I hope you enjoy your night,” he turned on his heel, she followed behind him, meeting him at the stairs.

“Harry,” he turned, surprised with how close she was. “If you’d like, um, you can come over after I get home.”

“I’d love to,” he grinned at her. 

“Harry?” They were so close to each other. 

“Yes?”

“You promise you’ll come back?” His heart broke, practically shattered at that. He shook his head fervently. 

“Yes. Yes, y/n, I’ll come back once you tell me to.”

“I’ll see you soon, Harry.”

“I’ll see you soon, y/n.”

Harry descended down the stairs, she stayed in her spot, peering over the railing to watch him walk away. She hoped he’d keep his promise. The front door to her apartment creaked, Ross peeking his head out, warily. 

“He gone?” she nodded, heading back into her space. “Who was that? He’s scary as shit, cupcake. How do you know him?” he asked, bewildered by the mysterious man who practically burst into her home. 

“Ya know that friend who owes me a favor?” He nodded. “That’s him. He’s kinda temperamental, I’m sorry,” a pursed smile was sent to him as an apologetic gesture. 

“Kinda is an understatement, sweetheart.” There it was again. A nickname coated in degradation. One she hated coming from him, but if Harry or Jax had said it, it would absolutely be and feel different. 

“Are you ready to go, I’m sure we’re gonna miss all the trailers and you know what’ll happen if I don’t get my blue and red Icee.” she joked. 

“First, I truly doubt something bad is going to happen to the county of Placerville and second its blue raspberry and cherry. Not blue, not red.” She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. 

“Yeah whatever, let’s go dipshit.” His laugh boomed through the room as she picked her keys off the counter. 

+++

Y/n was sobbing. Her heart caught in her throat as Elvis was forcing Priscilla to pack a bag to take to her parents after she confronted him about finding a love note in his jacket pocket. He was terrifying and the movie just reinforced how poorly she thought of the beloved singer. 

A hand grazed her knee, finding a place on her thigh. She was stunned, not daring to move her leg in any way. The thumb moving from side to side, a reassuring gesture, sure, but coming from someone she didn’t think of in any way other than a coworker; it was unwanted, unjustified. She swallowed back the acid building in her throat and reached for her watered down Icee, sipping on the cool liquid. She still hadn’t moved the hand and she wouldn’t for the remainder of the film, far too scared of potential consequences.  

A flood of relief washed over her when the movie ended and the lights returned. A halo of light above their heads woke the sleeping boy next to her.

He stretched out, “ ‘s over?” she nodded. 

“I take it you weren’t a fan?”

He shook his head, “I don’t think I was the target audience,” he shrugged, “you liked it?”

She nodded, “I loved it.”

They stood from their seats and headed for the exit, she tossed her melted Icee remnants and popcorn before they exited the building entirely. It was completely dark out and pouring. They ran to his car, trying to outrun the downpour embracing them. 

Silence covered them as they sat in the car, the heater spat out cold air before finally heating the space to a more comfortable temperature. He put the car into reverse and sped out of the parking lot. Soft indie music played through the speakers, no artists y/n had particularly liked but she wouldn’t complain as she wasn’t the one driving. 

His hand found a home on her thigh again, higher than the previous unwanted gesture was. She glared down at it for a moment before grabbing his hand in between her thumb and pointer finger, moving it so it sat on the gear shift instead. He chuckled. 

“Sorry, thought it was fine since,” he turned to glance at her before looking back out the windshield, “you didn’t move it earlier.” 

She stared at her hands in her lap, swallowing the saliva building up in her mouth. “I, um,” she pulled her lips into her mouth for a moment, “I’m not really interested in you like that. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” he took a sharp breath, before laughing. “I’m really bad at reading people. I’m sorry, I got the wrong idea.” Relief washed over her. 

“No don’t worry, I’m also extremely passive and I can’t really express myself like I should, I don't know.” 

“Well, it's both our faults then,” he smiled at her and she sent one right back. 

Harry watched as he put his car into park, having made it back to her apartment complex before them as his car went much faster than his beat up civic. He watched as y/n reached over the middle console to hug the boy and watched as she got out to ascend the stairs. Now he would simply wait to get a text to invite him up. 

Y/n opened the door, greeted by her bells, and flicked on the lights. She ran around her studio, trying to tidy up quickly, and lit a pumpkin spice candle before running into the bathroom to take a quick shower, desperate to wash the rain scent off her (and Ross’ lingering touch).

Harry sat in his car, his fingers dancing along the dashboard impatiently as he wondered what was taking her so long. Naturally, his mind went to the worst case scenario; someone broke in and is holding her hostage or she fell and twisted her ankle and is screaming on the floor from the debilitating pain or-.

His phone chimed, her message casting a glow onto his face.

Y/n:

i’m home now you can head over whenever:)

His anxiety was alleviated from her text message, a confirmation of her safety and wellbeing. He immediately got out of his car, the warmth from the heated seats almost disappeared instantly with how cold and wet it was. And like her, he ascended the stairs to knock on the door.

On the inside, y/n was confused by the knocking, not realizing it was Harry with how quickly the knocking happened after she sent the text. She peered through the peephole and immediately opened the door, not wanting him to stay in the cold much longer. The bells on the handle sang.

“Bells?” She nodded. “Hm.”

“It’s a safety thing, I guess.”

“You don’t feel safe?” He stepped closed to her as she shut the door behind him.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t feel safe, I just wanted extra precaution,” she shrugged.

“If you don’t feel safe I’ll have Jax stay in the area and have hourly check ins or we can relocate you or-”

“Relocate? Harry, no it’s not that big of a deal I just wanted to be able to hear the door from the shower.” Harry glared at her. 

“Not that big of a deal? Y/n, your safety is a huge deal.” 

“Can we drop it? Please, I don’t want to talk about it,” she approached her bed and sat down, picking up a decorative pillow to mess with the trim. 

Harry sighed and sat next to her on the bed, moving her hair from her face. She looked at him, the glimmer in her eyes returning. The little voice in Harry’s head returned, even louder, shouting at him to leave her alone; to get out of there and never look back.

“We can drop it, but you need to tell me if you ever feel unsafe, little lamb, understood?” She nodded. “Y/n,” he said in a warning tone, “tell me you understand, please. 

She rolled her eyes, smiling. “Yes, Harry, I understand.”

“Thank you.”

“How’d you get here so fast?” Harry froze, trying to come up with an excuse but blanking, just staring at her for a minute while his mind went a million miles an hour. “Harry?”

“I, I kinda just stayed in the parking lot while you were gone.”

She laughed. “No way, you waited more than two hours? Just sitting in your car?” he hesitantly nodded, a blatant lie.

He absolutely did not wait in his car outside of her apartment. He followed them to the theater, bought himself a ticket to the same movie, and sat at the very top with his head low, and watched them the entire time. He watched as her shoulders shook from crying, watched as she ate her candy and drank her Icee, watched when the boy she was with, whose name he never bothered learning, placed his hand on her lap. He watched them leave the theater with anger coursing through him. 

“You didn’t have to do that, Harry.” He shrugged, not caring to continue this conversation. 

“Why are you on mornings now?” 

She sighed, “I got scared,” her tongue was thick in her mouth, scared to cry again if it resulted in him leaving once more and ending contact for another month. His hand met her back, lightly rubbing the tender flesh beneath his rough hand. Her hands fumbled with the zipper on the pillow. “The night we met really freaked me out.  Like when you left, I swore someone was still here watching me. It was freaky. And the next morning I was so drained, I think that's why I forgot Jax was coming to get me. And then the time changed and I got even more scared cause I would just basically be working in the dark the entire shift and I don’t know I just psych myself out sometimes,” she ended her tangent, partially forgetting to breathe throughout it. 

Harry’s hand moved to tangle in her hair, slightly gripping the strands between his fingers, before removing his touch from her all together. 

“And you forgot your phone,” he joked, a soft smile on his lips. 

She pulled her lips in her mouth, exhaling a laugh through her nose, “and I forgot my phone.”

Silence dawned on them once more. A comfortable one, neither needing to speak as they basked in each other's presence. 

She scooted closer to Harry, her head making contact with his shoulder. Harry gulped at the contact, unsure of what to do with himself. His hand raised, touching her cheek gently. They sat there, in silence, for what felt like an eternity. A comfortable, blissful eternity. 

She had fallen asleep on his shoulder, her breathing became evenly paced and softer. Harry laid her down under her sheets, and saw himself out after kissing her forehead and blowing out her candle. 

+++

Y/n was having an okay day, nothing bad had happened at work, so far. No rude customers, no shitty tips and best of all, no training needed to be done. So, yes her day was going well. Until she received a message from Harry saying they needed to have a talk and that he’ll be picking her up. He was consistent with punctuation, but the period at the end of his sentence horrified her. She was a sweaty, anxious mess her entire shift. 

She reread the message every ten minutes. Time was moving so slow. Her anxiety was eating away at her, like it had been starving for months and had finally found a body to ravage to satiate the hunger. She had four cigarettes during her shift. 

Harry leaned against the passenger door of his car, waiting for y/n’s shift to end. She could feel his eyes on her every time she passed by the window at the front to attend to her last table, she knew he was watching her; he was so attentive. It made her sick. 

When her shift finally ended, after what felt like an eternity and a half, y/n pushed the doors open and made her way to Harry. He looked down at her with a smirk. She hoped he couldn’t see her throat bobbing while she swallowed down the excess saliva building in her mouth. 

“Ya kept me waiting, little lamb.” he opened the car door for her and she could feel her coworkers staring out the window at the pair. 

“‘M sorry.” She sat on the heated seat, placing her bag on the floor between her feet. Harry leaned over her to connect her seatbelt. “Thank you,” she muttered before Harry closed the door. 

“How was your shift?” he asked as he buckled himself in. 

“S’fine.” she mumbled. 

“Angel,” her heart pounded against her sternum, you could practically hear her heartbeat in the silence. “What have I told you about mumbling?”

She bit her lip, gnawing on it before answering. “You don’t understand it.” she practically whispered.

“That’s right, little lamb. Now, why do you keep doing it?”

She could cry, sob and dry heave even. Fall to her knees and beg for forgiveness as if she had angered a god. “I don’t know, I’m sorry.” she fiddled with her fingers. Harry’s hand grabbed her own and pinched the inside of her palm, a squeal escaping her lips. He laughed. 

“Don’t apologize, ‘m just messing with you,” he smiled at her as he parked his car, already at her complex. He was quick to undo his seatbelt and get out, running to her side to open the door for her. “After you.” he gestured to the stairs, allowing her to go in front of him. 

She opened the door, her bells greeting the two. She stood by the door as Harry took a seat in her chair (it finally was free of clean clothing).

“Can you tell me what you want to talk to me about? Please?”

“Eager?” she nodded. 

“More scared than anything.” her breathing was heavy. 

“Oh, my sweet lamb.” remorse covered his face, so sorry and upset he had made a literal angel wait in apprehension. He stood from his spot on the chair and moved to stand before her. Without hesitation, he held her face in the palm of his hand, her nuzzling into the warmth of his touch. “I’m sorry I scared you, didn’t mean to, angel.” 

“S’okay, Harry, I know.” 

“Sit with me,” he removed his hand from her face, instead reaching for her hand to sit with him on the chair. He sat and patted his lap, an invitation for her. 

“There’s not enough space for the both of us.”

He tugged on her arm, “s’fine, just sit.”

“Harry, that chair is 100 years old, I’m not breaking my favorite antique piece.” 

“Y/n,” his tone laced with warning. 

“Harry,” she whined back. “Just sit on the bed with me please.” she pouted. 

And, of course, Harry would give in, standing up with her hand still in his and sitting on the bed to please her. Their thighs were touching with the proximity of their bodies, y/n hoped he couldn’t hear her heartbeat or feel the sweat coating her palm. 

“Can you tell me now, please.” she rested her head on his shoulder, Harry could hear her pouting as she spoke. 

He sighed, squeezing her hand in his. “I feel very,” he paused, trying to gather his thoughts so as to not scare her with how he truly felt. “I feel very protective of you, y/n.” 

“Wow that’s a shocker,” she interrupted, sarcastically. 

“Y/n” he warned, again. 

“Sorry. Go ‘head.” 

“No interruptions, please.” she nodded, “Good girl.” she grinned, “I feel very protective of you and I thought leaving you alone would make it not as intense but it definitely only made it worse, angel. I just, I need to know you’re safe and okay and I have no idea why but I just need to know. Your safety means so much to me, your wellbeing.” he swallowed, taking in a shaky breath. “I need to tell you, or warn you, about what I do.” 

She lifted her head, making eye contact with him, a puzzled look replacing her previously smitten expression. 

“I kinda sell drugs.” Still, she maintained eye contact. He looked at her, waiting for a response. 

“Is that it?” 

“What?” Harry asked, confused. 

“You sell drugs?” he nodded. “Oh okay.”

Still, Harry stared at her, bewildered by her nonchalant response. “You’re okay with that?” 

“Harry, there’s like ten people in this town with nothing to do, literally everyone deals or buys. Not a big deal.” she shrugged a shoulder, her fingers messing with his rings. 

Still, he stared at her, his expression growing concerned. “It’s not just weed, y/n.” She laughed, his eyes were bulging, his jaw slack and a furrow in his brow. 

“I can assume it’s not just weed, you won’t be making much with just weed here.”

“Your casualness with what I’m telling you is concerning.”

Her smile faded, “I'm sorry, what do you want me to say?”

He ran his hand through his hair, dropping his gaze to their hands entwined. “I don’t know. I just didn’t expect you to be so calm.” 

“I used to do coke,” she shrugged. Harry’s eyes snap to hers, squeezing her hand a little more. “I had really bad issues maybe, like, last September. It was really bad, the withdrawals were insane but one of my friends' brothers had, um,” she swallowed down the acid building in her throat. "He got some laced with fent and he passed. My friend only got worse because of it and the guy who sold him it didn’t even care, he was just like ‘well that happens sometimes’, such a fucking asshole like he had just killed someone and that didnt even spark anything in him! I stopped after that cause I was so scared,” she admitted. “My friend never got better, he had to move in with his parents and they forced him to go to rehab but that didn’t even help.” 

“I’m sorry.” was all Harry could offer. 

She looked up at him through her lashes, “I trust you, Harry. I do. But if you’re selling anything laced,” she shook her head, her breathing picking up. 

“I’m not, angel I promise I’m not, I’d never.” he let go of her hand, placing both hands on the sides of her face, forcing her to look at him.

“If you ever work with Liam Payne I’ll kill you.” He laughed at her threat, the name going over his head at the idea of a girl her size trying to cause harm to a man of his stature. “Don’t laugh at me! I’m being serious, Harry. If you ever work with him I’ll never wanna see you again. Liam is a terrible person. I don’t want you to get involved in that too.” 

He deadpanned, “Liam Payne?” she nodded. “How do you know him?” 

“Who do you think sold the laced batch?” Harry was furious. He removed his hands from her face, standing up and letting out a frustrated groan. “What’s wrong? Do you know him?” 

“No,” he responded immediately. “Never met him, Niall was telling me about him. There was a shootout the other day and we think it was him, probably was that stupid fuck. He could be the reason we fucking get caught! Fuck!” he shouted, the girl flinched, her gaze returning to her hands. 

“I'm sorry I brought it up, I didn't mean to make you mad at me.” 

He stared at her, his breathing heavy. She couldn’t look at him, wouldn’t dare to make eye contact with him out of fear of him taking it out on her. She knew deep down, however, he would never lay a finger on her; never cause any harm to her whatsoever. But the thought was still prevalent. 

“ M'not mad at you, never at you, little one. Look at me,” she looked up at him, her eyes meeting the green ones she adored. He sat back on the bed, taking her face in his hands one more. “not at you at all. Promise.” she nodded, grabbed his hands from her face and nuzzled her face into his neck, her hands gripping his jacket. “I’m sorry for scaring you, won't do it again.” he apologized as he rubbed her back. 

“Thank you.” she kissed the side of his neck, momentarily feeling his pulse with her lips. Harry’s heart fluttered in his chest. 

Harry wished he could stay like that forever, with her warmth against his, her face nestled in his neck. Peace was finally in his grasp, holding onto it so delicately like a fine piece of china, far too scared to drop it and destroy the delicate art, but it was never in his nature to be deft. He’d take what he could get, and if this was all he would be offered, he would accept it with open arms and a half empty heart. He longed to be full again.

and know that one day, you and I could be okay.

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[fangisms]

due november

A/N: was feeling particularly soft and magical this september afternoon, so im here to feed the beasts (with love) gif creds: @osvaldrps-archived

Pairings: Husband!Neville Longbottom x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your family of nearly three share a moment in the living room. 0.8k words

Warnings: set when both are ~20s-30s, pregnancy, established relationship, dorky dad neville, fluff, smutty intentions but only jokes

It's all got Neville worried down to the bone. The weight of being a good husband was heavy enough without the impending uncertainty of fatherhood. Which is not to say he isn't a good husband or that he wouldn't be a good father, but the stress of it can be crippling for the nervous wreck that he is.

Though, his shakiness is ever soothed by the way you hold the back of his head when you kiss him, the way you clean his glasses of dirt smudges, the way you catch his eye in your sweetly flowing skirts, dresses, and blouses. Daintily, he'd say, very prettily.

"They're like house pets at this point," you remark, tip-toeing over the vines weaving between the slats of your hardwood flooring. Throughout the kitchen, greenery creeps in through open windows, finding home in doorframes and across the ceiling. They can't help it. The September chill is getting to everybody.

"I just can't bring myself to trim them!" he chirps, catching your waist when you trip into his side, belly protruding against your floral house dress. "On second thought—"

"No, no, Nev! I like it. I like them. It's free interior design."

"Damn weeds. It's a free death sentence."

"You're just a pessimist!" you tease.

As open to ogling as you always seem to be, he hates that you can still make him blush after all these years. Even with duckfoot ivy weaving its way through your shared home and baby names listed on the chalkboard by the door, he's still blushing when you so much as look at him.

And right now, you're looking at your horticulturist's dirt-smudged under shirt exposed beneath his striped button down. Which also happens to be smudged with dirt.

He clears his throat.

"Nervous, my dear?" you tease when he diverts his gaze from down your neckline.

"Hmm? Oh, no, not at all"—his voice falters, and he tries to focus back on the delicate clay pot in his hands—"Craving anything for lunch?"

"Nothing much," you sigh, "maybe a bite of my husband."

He blinks, eyes wide open but blank like the dial tone is just ringing through his skull. He places the empty pot gently in the sink basin, moving both damp hands to your waist with that doe-eyed look.

"You've already got one in there, lovebug, we can't go around trying for another now, can we," he says. You toss your head back with laughter, and he watches you in annoyed amazement. Since when were you impervious to his awkward charm. "Come on, lunch. Anything you want."

He cups his hands together around your lower back, letting out a soft breath when you push his hair out of his face and thumb the dirt from his brow.

"Let's see... couple of ice lollies? Sounds good, dunnit?"

"Well-rounded, definitely," he says, patting your bum with a chuckle. "I'll make some sandwiches. And I've got time for a walk after."

"You'll spoil me rotten, Mr Longbottom!"

"Watch it, or you're getting triplets."

"Oh, you're nasty, Mr Longbottom," you tease, holding his chin and leaning in for a kiss. He spins you round and pats you towards the living area.

You hurdle a couple of roots and make it halfway to the hand-me-down chaise lounge in the corner when you feel a sharp twitch.

"Christ," you yelp, grabbing the arm of the chair with a hiss, slightly bent at the waist and taking a deep breath.

"Baby? What's going on?"

"She's kicking again!" Your palm is splayed across your rounded belly as you practice deep, circular breathing. There's a harsh clammer from the kitchen. Then silence.

Then he appears in the opening, hair flopping down over his forehead, brows furrowed, towel flung over his shoulder, so still you'd think he saw his old, cranky professor.

"...She?" he huffs, pushing a hand through his hair.

"Oh. Oh, Nev, I—" You cup your palm over your mouth with a sharp breath in. "You wanted it to be a surprise. I'm so sorry."

But a smile makes its way across his lips, pulling and tugging at the soft pink as he shuffles closer. Two strong hands meet yours on the curve of your belly, welcoming another jolt. One reaches for the back of your neck, and he leans in to kiss your worried forehead.

"We're having a baby girl?"

You nod, tears welling in your eyes when he tilts your chin up to peck your wobbly bottom lip. You feel the stubbly skin of his cheek with the pad of your thumb and let him kiss you once more.

"I was so restless, I had to know," you huff, "I'm such a spoilsport! You were so excited, Nev!"

"I know. And you're not a spoilsport. I'm still excited, know why?"

"Why?" you say, wiping your nose and pouting at him. He grins.

"Because she's ours."

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[nanamimizz]

tags: +18 minors dni, mention of someone hearing, quiet sex, fem reader, kunigami is kinda a sicko in this one, fucking someone when they hold a stuffed animal - this is so sick because im already writing for him @gothogue @saintshigaraki here u go sickos

kunigami takes a thrill in knowing that his teammates - his friends think you are cute. call it a man’s pride but he likes seeing how they’re gaze flickers at you from time to time, how he can see jealousy glint in the iris of their eyes when you lean in from your spot beside to wipe sauce from the corner of his lip with a gentle smile. he knows what they are thinking when they look at you - soccer players are already assholes and blue lock made them the worst of the worst and the best of the best.

it’s pure ego. it’s what jinpachi wanted in a striker.

which is why when isagi - the blueberry eyed shit stain stays over for a night kunigami can’t help but entertain the idea mulling in his head since the night started. the walls of the guest bedroom are shared to where the bed you two sleep in rests and kunigami will do well to use it to his advantage.

when he kisses you - mouth hot and teeth sharp you only whine into it, putting a hand on his broad chest in a feeble attempt to ease him but not to stop him makes him chuckle deep in his throat.

“rensuke - please we have company staying over.” you gasp, face hot with pleasure that embarrasses you because it always does. kunigami rarely smiles nowadays, mostly reserved for you which is why he gives you one of them and it disarms you easily.

“i’m sorry, you’re just so pretty - wanted you all night.” he finishes with beginning an onslaught of soft, gentle kisses that make you gasp and whine into them. you’re thighs spread and his knee finds itself between the soft skin; his hands digging into the pudge and you are beneath him now. he feels your thighs twitch in his grasp as your chest heaves every time you squirm, pressing your cunt to the bulk of his thigh and each time you only grow more and more damp.

you are right where he wants you, needy and wanting just like how he is for you.

he breaks the kiss he was locked in and looks down at you with a fire in the amber of his eyes when he takes in how prettily you wear neediness. eyes wide and glittering, mouth flushed and shining - he feels a tug at his chest when he thinks about how you love him enough to let him be the one to see you like this.

his fingers are in you faster than you can blink ans he’s plucked your first orgasm from the night with his expert fingers. when he has your knees in the crooks of his elbows, your cum webbing against your thighs like silk strings. he can see your clit, puffy and sticky from where you are spread - your arm is thrown over your face because even after all this time together you still can’t bear to see him fuck you like this. your demureness is as endearing as it is exciting, his favorite part of fucking you is making you forget all the politeness and platitudes you have ingrained into your mind.

“you gotta be real quiet - we don’t want isagi hearing you right?” he whispers as he presses close, cock against your cunt in a way that lets him feel your heartbeat in each flutter of your walls. you can only whine some high and soft sound and he knows isagi heard that little noise. kunigami looks at you with such reverence that when the soft fox plush thats still on the corner of the bed.

an idea is born.

he hands you it - the faux fur is soft and he remembers it was a gift to you for your birthday from a childhood friend. back then he cooed at your soft expression and now he can’t deny the heat felt in the marrow of his spine at how you clench it when he pushes his cock into you.

“hold him to keep quiet - bite him if you have to.” he murmurs to you, voice deep and wrecked with lust when you nod and whine. the back of his mind itches with additional information about the plush toy and something ignites in him when he thinks about how gentle you are, how your sentimentality makes you the sweetest thing he’s ever seen and how much he loves that about you which only makes him thrust in harder.

you do as he said, in the low lamp light he forgot to turn off he can see how you tuck your head into into the plush animal and bite down on the soft fur but that doesn’t quiet down the rocking of the bed, the wet and lewd sound of his hips smacking your lower half. even as you try your hardest to be quiet, muffled by the toy the way you whine when his cock pressed deeper and deeper into you can still be heard. kunigami grins from above you, something wicked and twisted that you don’t see as your eyes are screwed shut because he knows isagi is listening - things have smoothed over between the years but there is still that rivalry between them and in a rare moment of peacocking Kunigami couldn’t help but show off how well his sweet girl takes his cock.

you cum with a muffled moan and him with a groan. he laughs in the tired and wild way when he scores a killer goal and he wipes your tears with his thumb as he coos when he sees the damp spot on the plush animal from where you bite into the cute thing. kunigami kisses you still hot and still blazing but satisfied, for now.

when morning comes and you are walking around with a bit of a limp, isagi the poor thing can only avoid your gaze with flushed cheeks as he goes out the door with barely heard gratitude for letting him stay the night.

#lamb.writes #kunigami smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut #this is so heavily inspired by fangs posting i hate that guy

[b1mbodoll]

everytime i think of omorashi, i thought of you bae (not in a bad way at all but bcs i know you're into it) so was thinking of you were hanging out with jake and friends and you told him you need to pee but he told you to stay put and hold it as long as you can but he's so mean :( he kept pressing you lower tummy making your pee trickle out to your panties over the time

p/s: writing this scenario with you as the y/n bcs I believe in you having the cutest reaction while having your blader pressed (i hope this is not weirding you out)

pairings: jake sim x f! reader

warnings: omorashi + exhibitionism + humiliation + jayhoon are there and they watch you

💌: omg im so honored to be the face of omorashi fics :D i’m sorry this is so short n not very good but i just had to write smth bc i love this <3 and it’s not weird!!! idk im kinda honored :3

jakey is so the type to make you hold it T_T he doesn’t care if you get all teary eyed and beg for permission because his favorite thing ever is humiliating his sweet girl.

if you ask for permission while out with friends he tells you no firmly and the tone in his voice leaves no room to disobey. makes you squeeze your thighs together and purposely gets you glass after glass of your drink when you all sit down to eat somewhere. he wraps an arm around your waist and presses down on your bladder softly at first, fleeting touches and slight bumps to make you shiver.

when you start getting a little too needy and too full, he starts getting mean. presses down hard and forces you to drink more while he does it, laughing to himself when you let out soft whine and drop your head in shame as sunghoon and jay nearly break their necks to look at you, their cocks stiffening softly because of the slutty little noises escaping you.

“look at ‘em, princess,” jake orders, placing a hand under your chin and making you stare back at the boys, unshed tears glazing your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. “don’t be embarrassed sweetheart, i think they like seein’ you like this.” teases jake, his hand still pressing against your tummy causing some of your pee to leak out onto your panties and your eyes to squeeze shut, wetness staining your face as you cry.

jay and hoon remain quiet as they watch jake belittle you, sunghoon swallowing thickly and jay shifting in his seat when they hear your sobs and watch your jeans grow damp, eyes locked on the wet spot growing larger the more their friend torments you.

#idk how to end it but!!!!! im proud for even writin this much T_T #thank u for sendinf me this im so in love with jakey and omo… #♡.signed. sealed. delivered. #♡.the honeypot #♡.sweethearts #jaeyunology #enhypen #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #jake sim x reader #jake sim smut #sim jaeyun x reader #sim jaeyun smut #💌.omorashi #💌.exhibitionism #💌.humiliation

[the1975attheirverybest]

A/N: because men need to be more vocal.

Warnings: smut.

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The air in the room was hot. Matty’s skin felt hot like fire. His hair cascaded around his face, the curls stretching, like a spring, heavy with beads of sweat and dripping onto his body. The only sounds they made were Matty’s cuffed wrists pulling against the headboard, and the wet, filthy clicking sound of her hand, pumping his lubed up cock, working every ridge and inch of skin, watching him with greedy eyes as wave after wave of pleasure hit him.

Matty leaned backwards, resting his head against the headboard. His face and neck flushed, he breathed rapidly. He jolted, startled by the sudden gentle touch of her hand when she placed it over his taut abs; she simply wanted to feel him clench and tighten whenever she edged and denied him another orgasm, smiling to herself when she felt his body contract under her hand.

Matty whispered a strangled “please” that felt like it was ripped from the back of his throat.

“What was that, honey?” Feigning ignorance, she instantly let go of him, watching as his dick twitched against his stomach, his toes curling, his pretty, pink lips swollen. He managed to hold off on cumming, but the pain was agonizing.

He whined pathetically, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for the worst of the pain to subside.

“What’s the matter, baby?” She smiled, a hint of scorn in her voice.

Matty looked up at her, wide-eyed, thought it could’ve simply been his dismayed pupils. “Need to- to cum.”

She leaned closer, propped up with her hands on either side of him. “Then beg.”

“Please” Matty blurted out almost reflexively.

She sighed dramatically in mock-relief, shaking her head. “Oh, Matty. You don’t get it do you.”

He felt her hand wrap around him again causing him to jump, and yank on his restraints.

“Holy- fuck! Ow.”

Her hand picked up its pace, and so did Matty’s breathing.

“I want to hear you, Matty. I want you to make me believe that you really needed it. This mousy whispering? Not gonna get you anywhere tonight.”

“Wha-what do you- fuck! Ah!- what do you mean?”

“Matty, baby, I don’t think you realize-“

“Ah- okay- stop stop stop! IM gonna cum.”

She moved withdrew her hand just in time. “I don’t think you realize how hot your moans are.”

Matty’s eyes widened. He was sure that if his face weren’t already flushed, he’d be blushing right now.

“When you call out my name? When you feel so good that you’re moaning into my ear?” She decided he’d had enough of a break and resumed her torturous edging. “The pretty noises that you make? The sound of your voice?”

“Ahhha- please- darling, I’m so close it won’t take much…”

“Tell me how good I make you feel. Make me hear it. And if you do a good enough job, maybe I’ll let you cum.” She gave him a quick peck. “Here I’ll even help you along.” She tugged on him gently.

“Fuckkk!!” Matty cried out, the veins of his neck visible.

“That’s it, honey. Go on…”

He swallowed harshly. “Uhhh…p-please, babe, please. I- I need it. Please let me cum? Hmm? It’s - it’s just- hurts so good. And I’m so, fuckin sensitive. I- can’t. You feel so good. You-“ Matty could no longer remember what he’d intended to say, nor would he be able to say it even if he did. She’d reduced him to a string of incoherent moans and broken pleas. He writhed, his cuffs rattling, every curve and crevice of his sculpted body tensing; his inked skin glistening with sweat.

“Ple- ohhhh, fuck! Fuck! Shit!— please” he yelled out.

“Music to my ears.” She smiled. “Go on, Matty. Cum for me.”

“Really?” The shock in his eyes was endearing. “Yes, baby, really. Go ahead, let go.”

“Ohhh thank you- thank-“ before the word was out of his mouth, his orgasm hit him, and he felt it from his head to his toes.

She watched, in awe, her lips slightly parted as his legs shook and he made the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard before his body had finally had enough, and went limp against the bed.

“My love.” She kissed his damp forehead. “Did so good.”

“Yeah? I was good?”

She watched him attempt to swallow.

“You screamed. Like actually. Must be thirsty.” Bringing a glass of water to his lips. “Have a sip.”

“Can I please- cig?” He was still breathless but she knew he was probably thinking more about that cigarette than he was about untying his wrists.

“Sure,” she plucked a cigarette out of the packet, lighting it up for him between her lips.

“Here.”

Matty smiled. “I love you.” Still out of breath.

#matty healy smut #matty healy oneshot #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy fanfic #matty healy writing

[jackmanbj]

sweet girls

jack wasn’t home yet, he was on his way back from his studio and you’re cavings were up high. you wanted pickles and hot fries, but all you could think about was sweets, so you called jack

“hello? baby everything ok?” “huh oh yea j, but can you stop at the store and get me some candy?” “baby..you know the doctor told you to cut back on the sweets, i dont think i should..” “jackk is the doctor holding the baby or am i ?” “okay damn, what do you even want from the store” “pop rocks, gum, gummies, nerds, lollipops, laffy ta-” “okay forget it you’re not getting all that, pick 2 things” “jjj its for the baby” “mhm 2 things” “ugh fine gummies and laffy taffys.” “mk ill be there soon”

without another word you hung up, you knew he was looking out for you and the baby but you were still mad because you knew what was best for your body being as though you were the pregnant one, but jack didnt care. and even though you had your own car and money, jack hasn’t let you drive since even before you get pregnant and hes been extremely strict on the rule since you got pregnant.

even though jack hated you driving and he had your location, you still thought about sneaking out once he was back and asleep or in the shower, you were getting lost in your thought thinking about how to sneak out until you heard the front door open snapping you out of it.

“y/n? baby im home” you ran to jack kissing him and taking out your candy running back to your favorite spot, the sofa “damn i cant even get a hello?” you sided eyed him “no” you said eating your candy “whatever baby, im going take a shower” and you ignored him

you thought about sneaking out while he was in the shower but just thought about waiting till he was asleep so you could know he wasnt goin to see you eating the snacks

after about 35 minutes jack finally came out the shower his hair still damp as he walked over to you “hey baby” he said rubbing your bump you looked at him and walked away

he stood there confused until realizing it was probably about the candy “baby girl..you know i love you but you cannot have all those sweets, so stop acting like that.” he walked up to you trying to take your face into his hands but you just looked and walked away

jack just sighed and looked at you picking you up “come on, bedtime.” as much as you wanted to kick and scream for him to put you down, you didnt want to give him any kind of reaction

jack sat you down in the bed and went to the bathroom to run you water for a bath you got on your phone and laid down already knowing he was going to come back and get you, which he did.

“come on baby, i know you’re pissed but im still gon take care of you” jack lifted you up and brought you to the bathtub that had bubbles, candles, and your ipad with a movie on

“mm thank you”

“you’re welcome sweet girl, you done ignoring me?” you looked at him and looked back at your movie, he chuckled and left the room to go put new sheets on the bed coming back to check on you after a few minutes and helped you out the tub

once you were back in the bedroom in new sheets he put some lotion on you and his hoodie and gave you some boxers

you laid down and faked sleep till you realized he was asleep, you carefully got out of bed and snuck a pillow right were you were so he wouldn’t wake up form him not having you there

you left out the house in your pink G Waggon that hasn’t been used in about 7 months other then you just sitting in it, you left the house and quickly ran to the store getting all the snacks you originally wanted and more

when you got home you went to check ok jack who was wide awake on his phone you quickly closed the door hoping he didnt see you

you had two full bags of candy, jack walked out the room and took the candy bad out of your hand “what did i tell you ?” “jackk please im sorry i just want my candy !” “uhm no, you’ll get two pieces of candy everyday till its all gone, because not only did you go out and get the candy you aren’t supposed to be eating, you also drove alone and at night” “ugh i fucking hate you” “mhm go get in the bed” jack waited for you to close the door when he heard a loud slam, he was trying ti be patient but the slam was his final straw, he hid the bags of candy and walked up to the room

“y/n. why the fuck are you slamming my damn doors?” you looked at him and rolled your eyes. he sighed pulling your phone out of your hand and asking “why. the fuck. are you slamming my doors. when you don’t pay a single bill?”

jack never got this mad unless he was really upset and ready to go off so you decided to finally give and apologize

“mm i’m sorry baby, i just really wanted that candy i didn’t know you were going to wake up and i’m sorry about the door i was just upset cause you took my candy.. i love you baby boy”

“mm i love you to” jack gave you back your phone and you quickly put it on the charger and cuddle into jack “goodnight ma..” “goodnight j”

#jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x y/n

[lockleysfav]

Cramps

Jake Lockely x Fem!reader

summary: When reader falls asleep after an hour of painful cramps, Jake comes home and sees you groaning in your sleep, in obvious pain. Jake is well aware that an orgasm can get rid of your cramps.

warnings: NSFW, dubcon, somnophilia, period sex, blood, p in v, creampie, swearing.

Jake was in a calm mood when he walked through the door. Steven and Marc had stopped being a fly on the wall and went to sleep when they knew Jake was safe, not that he couldnt take care of himself but they all looked out for eachother no matter what.

He threw his cap on the counter and ran his rough fingers through his hair, groaning and muttering a small fuck before turning around and heading for the shower. He stopped midway when he heard a small whimper come out of you. He walked over to your side of the bed and knelt down examining your face “oh cariño” he whispers as he watches your face twist in discomfort. He assumed you were having a nightmare as he didnt yet know you were on your period.

He pulled the blanket off you to crawl in beside you but froze when he saw a patch of blood beneath you.

“Jake it’s okay” Steven suddenly says from the headspace, Jake shakes his head and is about to rip off your pajamas and look for where the blood is coming from, to see where you were ‘injured’.

Steven groans at Jake “she’s started her period. It’s her cramps” he tells him and Jake backs away confused “i-i dont know what to do hermano” he almost pouts. Steven told him to wake you and change the sheets so you could sleep comfortably but for some reason Jake really didnt want to wake you, knowing your cramps would only worsen when you wake up.

Jake shook his head “it’s okay i’ll handle it” he tells Steven and Steven nods, going back to sleep.

You suddenly jolt and let out a small cry “Jake”.

Jake rushes to your side once more and strokes the side of your face “shhh mi amor, i’ve got you” he whispers and allows you to settle down again before carefully lifting you into his arms, carrying you over to the couch and laying you down. He kisses your forehead and quickly tore off the bed sheets, shoving them in the washing machine then reaching into one of the cupboards and getting new bedding.

He was quiet when he put the bedding on. Walking back over to you and frowning at your ruined pajama pants, he went into the bathroom and grabbed a few towels and a warm damp cloth. He placed the towels over the bed and folded the cloth on the nightstand then making his way back over to you.

He picked you back up and layed you down on the towels, reaching into your waistband and gently pulling down your bottoms then throwing them onto the floor. He took off his shirt and kicked off his jeans before crawling in beside you and rolling you on your side so your back was against his chest “i’m gonna make the pain go away princesa” he murmurs against your ear and reaches down to pull off your panties.

Blood never fazed lockley, it fazed none of them. But you would always tell them you’re too insecure to do it on your period because of the smell, Jake would laugh and tell you “mi vida i’ve had to lay under dead bodies, im very certain your period will not put me off” and then you’d murmur sarcastically“ok but my pussy could smell like dead bodies jake”. Marc would be howling with laughter in the headspace and steven is simply wide eyed.

His lips trailed against your neck and you squirmed slightly with a groan, Jake stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance. Part of him felt awful but he was truly doing this for you.

He clenched his jaw as he sunk himself inside you, immediately feeling your blood leak around his dick and onto his balls but it didnt bother him. In fact it even turned him on. He kept his eyes on your face slowly relaxing and occasionally twitching when Jake hit your g-spot. If it wasn’t obvious already, you’re a very heavy sleeper but when you involuntarily squeezed his cock, he doubled over and whimpered right against your ear causing you to stir awake.

Jake lifted your leg and pushed deeper, if that whimper didnt wake you up then that definitely did. Your hand immediately grabbed his and you whined “f-fuck” your head rolling back and your eyes meeting Jakes “hola cariño” he smirks at you and you only whimper at him, desperately trying to kiss him. He chuckled and leaned down, kissing you passionately “were you hurting bebe? is papi making it all better?” he teases against your lips, stroking his hand over stomach “y-yes!” you moan with your pussy clenching around him again.

His jaw was tight and he was completely oblivious that Marc and Steven had woken up and came to watch him fuck you.

You suddenly turned around making his cock slip out of you. “You okay?” he asks concerned but then his jaw goes slack when you push him down, climbing onto him and wasting no time to sink down onto his cock. He’d never admit it but watching your blood smear onto his lower stomach made him feral. Jake always said blood is blood, he didnt care where it came from it all looked the same to him. He grabbed your hips and pulled you down “Grind on me” he demanded and you mewled “papi i can’t i’ll get-“ you were got off by your own cry as he pulled your hips back and forth. You collapsed onto his chest and followed his movements, his dick rubbing deliciously against your spot that had you seeing white.

He rolled his head back and you took it as your chance to suck onto his neck, leaving him a nice hickey “shit mi amor! cum for me” he reached down and started rubbing at your clit. The combination of his dick hitting your g spot and his fingers rubbing your clit sent you into a hard orgasm “papi!” you screamed and dug your nails into his chest. He growled and calmed with a whimper, thrusting his hips into you before freezing as his cum spilled into you

After a minute of calming down, he rolled you off of him and got on top of you “there there mi vida, all better now si?” he asks as he strokes your tired face. Your eyes fluttering from exhaustion while he stared down at you “keep your legs open for me babygirl” and you spread them a little. You hissed when you felt the cloth he had folded up, wipe across your core and clean you up, Jake whispered praises and grabbed you a new set of panties, putting a night pad on them and sliding them onto you.

You were already falling asleep by the time Jake cleaned himself up and pulled the towels off the bed to put in the wash. He slid back into bed and pulled you against his chest “i love you so so much cariño”.

#steven grant x reader #marc spector #marc spector x reader #smut #steven grant #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely smut #jake lockley fanfiction #marc spector x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockely x reader fluff #marc spector fluff #marc x reader #moon knight smut #moonknight #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x reader

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — both brothers desired you but their competitive streak gets in the way

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], dvp, dom!reader, handjobs, sharing, praise, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, vaginal creampie, squirting, internal cumshot

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.1k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x the young bucks

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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their competitive arguing could be heard down the hall

the brothers seemingly frustrated at their loss of their match

and the subsequent loss of their best friend in one kenny omega

nick seemed more level headed of the two surprisingly

while matt’s tempter tantrum raged throughout the arena

the pair storming into the locker room

fury ravaged both their faces

their gaze soften upon meeting yours

it was nothing special in particular in your appearance that made them stop and stare

you were always the calming force behind their fury

a simply smile from you could melt their frozen hearts instantly

matt fell to his knees breathlessly between yours

his head resting upon your thigh as he gazed up apologetically at you

“i’m sorry…” he muttered softly against your thigh

“don’t be sorry” you cooed sweetly, a hand running through the damp strands of matt’s hair

“you boys did so well” nick took a seat beside you, sighing heavily

despite his calm demeanor, he was burning with anger, betrayal

matt’s lips gently peppered kisses to your exposed thigh, inching closer and closer to your covered sex

nick eyed him curiously, the younger brother fuming with jealously

“what are you doing?” nick remarked

“what does it look like, idiot” matt responded with his usual sarcastic quip, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts

“you lost. you don’t deserve to fuck her” nick placed a protective hand on your thigh

“and what gives you the right to say that huh? last time i checked dumbass, you lost too-“

“well you ate the damn pin!-“

“boys! enough!!” you retorted sternly

“if you keep this up than neither of you get to fuck me”

they cut their act momontarily, offering each other almost apologetic glances

“now…” you started “you boys gotta learn to share”

you pat the seat beside you, offering matt to follow along

he quickly got up, taking his place beside you

slowly you pried his ring gear down, freeing his cock from the elastic restraint, slowly beginning to stroke his size

matt shuddered with a shaky breath instantly writhing against the pleasure of your hand

you began to place chaste kisses to his jawline, adoring the whimpers that left his lips

your free hand reached back, beginning to palm nick through his own gear

the younger brother let out a prolonged groan, the simple touch leaving his mind in a daze

nick’s fingers reached down into your shorts, rubbing small circular strokes against your clit

you whimpered against matt’s lips, quickly breaking the kiss to give the same attention to his brother

nick’s kiss was more feverish, the subtle rage that bubbled underneath only added to his passion.

he retrieved his cock, grabbing your wrist and wrapping your hand around his shaft

both brothers mumbled and moaned with pleasured obscenities

nick’s fingers dancing around your clit

while matt’s gripped the arm rests of the couch, desprate and needy for release

“oh god…” matt groaned, cock feverish and swollen

“you close pretty boy?” you cooed with a small whimper as nick’s finger curled upward inside your cunt

matt nodded, bitting his bottom lip to suppress his moans

his seed spilling over your knuckles in spurts of warm white, his breath labored as you continued to pump his cock

nick removed his fingers from your void, averting your gaze from his brother to himself

you released matt’s cock, the older brother gasping in relief

you did not want to waste anymore time with them

poor nick would have one orgasm less than his brother it may seem

quickly releasing nicks cock as well, sitting on his lap motioning from a still recovering matt to stand behind you

matt postitioned himself in the directions you told him too

standing behind you as nick pried your shorts down your thighs

your pretty cunt glistening under the dim locker room lighting

matt gulped thickly, still breathless from his first orgasm

you lifted up your hips, allowing nick’s cock to snake between your thighs

grazing the tip against your soaked walls before eventually slotting himself in with ease

a soft shudder escaped the younger of the two’s lips as he butied himself fully inside you

“c’mon pretty boy. don’t be shy” you teased matt playfully

grinding yourself back to give him a full view of your already stuffed cunt

egging him on to fill you even more

matt hesitated for a second, grasping his cock st the base, guiding himself towards your dripping void

some resistance on your part but otherwise is was such a heavenly feeling

you cunt gripped both their cocks tightly

both boys groaned with equal amounts of pleasure running through their veins

you began to bounce against both of them, feeling their cocks slot deep into your cunt one after another

“holy shit…” nick mattered, grabbing your hips and slamming them down onto his cock

both brothers began an assault on your cunt, the pleasure was so intense that your mind began to spin, eyes rolling into the back of your head

loud, choked moans spilling from your lips

“god…so tight” matt’s moans left his lips in soft sputters

mind still delirious from his previous and noe second impending orgasm

“you gonna cum on our cock’s angel?”

you nodded feverishly at nicks question, hips slapping back against theirs, taking their cocks fully

matt filled you first, his cock twitching and throbbing deep within your walls

still overstimulated and sensitive as white hot ropes seeped from between your thighs

a mix of moans and profanities left the younger buck’s lips

nick on the edge of orgasm himself

feeling the tightness of your cunt grip his cock

it was inevitable

both bucks were breathless

matt not so than nick

the older of the two having pulled out of you already

now sitting back watching the way his seed dropped out of you

“oh fuck…!” you whined, cunt creaming around nick’s size

spilling around his shaft, feeling so wonderfully stretched out

“fuck angel…you made a mess for us…”

nick’s rebuttal was cut of by a soft groan

his cock throbbing deep in your walls

cum painting your insides white with his warmth

“shit-“ he thre his head back in pleasure, just reveling in the feeling

the three of you basking in a comfortable post sex silence

nicks cock still buried deep within you

you glacéd up at nick momentarily, the blues of his eyes glazed over with adoration

still so fucked out

matt on the other hand was eager to touch you again

impatient it seems as his hands were already at your waist, cock pulsing against your ass

“you boys get yourselves cleaned up, we’ll go another round at the hotel”

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#{ my fics : 🤍 } #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson fanfiction #matt jackson smut #nick jackson x reader #nick jackson smut #nick jackson fanfiction #the young bucks #aew #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut #aew imagine #aew wrestling #aew fanfiction

[vee-beeee]

Laser Tag

HELLOOO

I have so many ideas and so little motivation LOL but im here with a cute story

premise: you do laser tag with your kickass android boyfriends

Warnings: CUTE, fake violence, cursing maybe, bullying of tween boys mayhaps, but its because they were rude, name calling, kissing, you shoot people with lasers so a lot of that language, spelling errors probably, slice of life

Connor, Nines and Sixty x reader

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"Were really doing this" Nines sighed out, shutting the car door with a harsh click.

"Yes indeed" you spoke up, excitedly jumping out of the vehicle and giving a smiling Connor a small thank you for holding the door open. "You agreed to itttt" you sung out, bumping into the tall android, who rolled his eyes with a smirk tugging on his lips.

"Its gonna be fun" Sixty called as he came up behind you, clapping Nines on the back, which sent the surprised droid forward a few steps. Nines looked up and sent a death glare in the smug androids direction, who just shrugged and put his hands in his coat pockets.

Your group was currently in a damp parking lot downtown, under a rainy sky, making your way to the thrilling new date idea you had come up with recently.

Laser Tag

"I have been increasingly interested in this activity ever since you brought it up a 2 weeks ago my dear" Connor turned to you as he spoke, gently taking your hand in his and continuing on, not noticing how the action made your ears and cheeks red. You chuckled in acknowledgement to his comment and nuzzled deeper into your big puffy jacket (that you totally had stolen from Nines, not that he minded) and your group continued on to the main building.

Walking in, you noticed the whole building was themed like a medieval castle. It had tall spires and walls made to look like an old brick structure, and there were decorations of large colored flags, along with laser tag posters.

"This is impressive for a children's play place." Nines announced, also eying the interesting architecture. You smiled at his words, and continued on to the front desk, with Connor trailing right beside you. You appreciated him coming with you, he always did ever since you confessed that you weren't exactly the best in social situations. You got really nervous and choked up, which made everything awkward. He was very kind and understanding when he heard this, vowing to help you when he could.

You put on your nicest tone and greeted the employee. He stopped typing, and deeply sighed before addressing you.

"Welcome to the Zap Zone, how can I help you." he drawled, eyeing you and Connor with a wary look. He paused upon noticing Connors LED, which was peeking out from under his beanie, before looking down and seeing your held hands. The man looked back at the pair of you with a raised brow.

You pretended not to notice the employee's judgmental look, but it did give you pause. Your thoughts started to psych you out, before you felt a supportive squeeze to your hand in an attempt to calm you. Your emotional support Connor was reminding you that he was there to help. You cleared your throat before continuing.

"We have reservations for 4 people and 1 game? It should be under the name "Connor Anderson" rocking back and forth, you watched the man expectantly as he started typing on his computer. He then clicked on something, before reaching under his desk and bringing out a hand full of colored cards.

"You guys will play in the purple game. It starts in 10 minutes, and lasts 30" he explained, handing you the cards. "Did you sign the wavier online?" you nodded and he seemed to let out a relieved breath, grumbling something about the forms taking forever.

With the interaction coming to an end, you and Connor turned away from the desk, and you handed him his card. He slid it into his pocket, and pecked your forehead with a smooch as he did so. You giggled at the ticklish kiss, and noticed Sixty and Nines walking up to you two.

"We found lockers, you can put your bag in there. But watch out, there's some tweens stalking the area" Sixty explained scrunching up his nose before turning around to look behind his back and towards an arched doorway.

"Copy that" you winked, before stuffing some items into your bag and organizing the contents inside. You heard a scoff as you felt someone look over your shoulder and into your bag. You quickly shut it, before turning around to face a certain android.

"Its so unorganized" Nines sighed out, rolling his eyes as you playfully gasped, holding a hand to your chest. "I have a system!" you laughed out, shoving his shoulder while he smirked.

You walked past a giggling Sixty on your way to the locker, giving him a quick shove too. You started into a breathless jog when you heard him shout "hey!" but you were already gone and laughing,

After putting your stuff in a locker, and seemingly avoiding the teen boys, you came back to the main area and saw your boys sitting on a couch in the corner. They were conversing amongst themselves, before stopping when they saw your approach.

"Whatcha guys talking about?" you sighed out, plopping down on the old couch beside Sixty, who wrapped an arm around your shoulder the second you were settled.

"Game plans. I think we should go for the high ground" Connor grinned, looking like he was enjoying making up the plan. You nodded your head at the idea, looking up to the celling and squinting your eyes, trying to think of a strategy also.

The speakers suddenly blared through out the building, and you jumped in Sixty's hold. He rubbed your shoulder as you settled down, and you felt a little embarrassed for getting startled so easily. He just chuckled.

"Purple group, you start in 4 minutes, come to the counter to register code names" the tired employee from before spoke into the speaker, before it clicked off with another loud beep.

"Codenames?" Nines questioned, getting up from the couch and adjusting his clothes. You bounced out of Sixty's grip and stood up, basically vibrating from how excited you were.

"Codenames! You get to choose a cool name for yourself." you explained, before walking with the group to stand in line to register.

"Ill just be Nines, or RK900" Nines annouced, rolling his shoulders.

"Are you cosplaying as a boring person?" you frowned, punching his arm lightly. "You have to be something fun! Like....." you put your head down in concentration trying to think of names for Nines.

And then it dawned on you.

The perfect name

When you finally got to the counter, you were giggling and could barely speak. Connor went first.

"Ill be RoboCop" he announced, looking at you in approval. You laughed and gave him a thumbs up, and he beamed at you.

"Ill be 69" Sixty said, smiling at the employee, who gave him a dead stare before typing into the computer without looking.

"Im....." Nines looked at you with questioning eyes, and you gently whispered to him the name you thought up, before turning back to the employee.

"Terminator" Nines said simply, looking down to adjust his tie as he spoke.

The employee finally looked to you and you said confidently and loudly for everyone to hear, "beep boop"

The employee looked at you for a second before whispering a long "okay" and typing your name in.

You looked at the boys, who seemed very unimpressed.

"It took you 5 minutes for "beep boop" Sixty questioned, crossing his arms over his chest and giving you a playful glare.

"Okay mister 69" you laughed out, shoving the android while he laughed with you.

Soon you were all being led into a dark room, with instructions and rules being read to you by a more expressive employee. You found out that if you got shot you wouldn't be permanently out, you just lost points. And you earned points for lasering someone. While you were listening, you turned to watch the boys all focused intently on the speaker, and you could see their LEDS changing color in the dark.

Eventually, you were walking down a flight of stairs and into a room that smelt like sweaty people. You found your pack, which was a vest with lights on the shoulder and chest, and slipped it on with Connor helping you clip it into place.

And then it begun.

You had 5 minutes to find a hiding place, and then the game started.

The droids had all promised that they wouldn't use their special abilities for this game, so you were all going in blind.

And it was a trip.

The space was a huge arena with hundreds of walls. There were mirrors on basically every surface, and thick smoke was rolling in, giving everything a hazy appearance and making it hard to see.

"Guys go right!" You heard Sixty yell from behind. Your group shuffled to the right, until you stumbled upon a staircase. You called for the group, and you all eventually found the top of the arena.

"Keep low" Connor whispered, crouching on your right. You said a quiet conformation, before your pack started to audibly count down, signaling the game would start soon. You turned to see Sixty blocking the entrance of the top area, acting like a guard, and Nines settled in on your left.

Finally, the pack finished the count down.

And you were off.

The boys from before instantly started screaming from below, and you looked to see them running in the maze.

And you unleashed hell.

You all fired from above, and the boys screamed louder as the continually got hit by your party. You broke into giggles when they retreated, and reached for a double high five with Connor and Nines. Nines just stared at your hand, and Connor actually high fived you.

A half-win.

You stayed up in the canopy for a good 10 minutes, maintaining your position. You got shot a couple times from below, but you were trying not to worry about the points. You were doing pretty good!

Until the tweens banned together.

You heard Sixty yell something, and you turned just in time to see him get shot a couple times. He groaned as he watched his points go down on the screen of his pack.

You let out a small scream-gasp thing and turned to run for the other exit on the level just as an army of 12-year old's stormed in.

You went down a few levels of the arena before you realized something.

You were not being followed.

Now you were totally alone, with no idea where your boybots had gone.

With no way of finding the boys currently, you wandered around a bit. Soon you were lost in the hazy maze of smoke and neon, occasionally shooting someone.

No sign of your team.

Until you heard someone yelling.

"BEEP BOOP WHERE ARE YOU"

You wheezed so hard and unexpectedly, gripping your stomach, and folding over yourself in a fit of giggles. You heard feet thundering in your direction, and someone tapped your shoulder making you look up and see Sixty breathlessly gazing at you. He nodded his head to a secluded corner, and you gave him a thumbs up while trying to calm yourself.

As you rounded it, you witnessed something great.

Nines was lying on the ground, a level below you and Sixty, firing at some tween boys. His face was fully serious, like he was on a personal mission. When the group started to run he got up, standing at his full height, and broke into a sprint after them as they screamed in terror.

"He said he'll meet us over there" Sixty leaned over and pointed to the opposite side of the arena, towards one of the spires.

"I don't know if he will, he seemed to be fully concentrated in his mission down there." You giggled, looking up at the android. You (accidently) took notice of his cute, messy hair and saw his mechanical body was breathing hard.

You looked down slightly at his lips, just out of curiosity, and they curved into a smirk as he noticed what you were doing.

"Are you guys seriously going to make-out in a family friendly laser tag establishment?" a voice cut in.

You playfully shoved Sixty away while he grumbled in disappointment, and you turned to face an unimpressed Connor.

"Nuh-uh" was all that came from you. You crossed you arms to add an emphasize on your words, but that just made Connor smile fondly.

"Sure"

So now you, Connor and Sixty were running through the arena, ducking behind walls and using the thick smoke to your advantage.

When you got to the spire, there was still no sign of Nines, and only 10 minutes left in the game.

So you all went solo.

Your remaining boyfriends came up with a codeword to use if anyone was in danger, and to make sure you didn't accidently shoot each other.

It was something very meaningful, poetic, and totally encapsulated your experience.

"pineapple"

And so, it was decided.

The plan was to find Nines, and regroup in the same spot after 3 minutes.

So you all split up once again.

As you were roaming the area, you heard the tween boys once again.

So following the voices, you found who you were looking for.

He was lying on the ground once again in a sniper position, shooting at the group.

You went up and lied down next to him, kissing his cheek. The android rumbled and turned to look at you.

"Why are you harrassing a group of children?" you asked, chuckling a little to yourself.

"They called me and Sixty "idiots" earlier" he spoke, stopping to look at you with a smirk. "They also called you a bimbo when they thought we were far away enough" he whispered, kissing your forehead.

"Ohhhhh, continue blasting then" was all you said, looking down at the boys as they yelled "gross" to you and Nines. Smirking, you nodded your head to the boys.

He smiled.

And grabbed the back of your head, pulling you in for a deep, over- exaggerated kiss.

You heard the voices grow louder from below, with the boys yelling in disgust at your smackeroo.

Parting for air, you both broke out in quiet laughter.

Finally you guys got up and wiped the grime of the floor from your clothes, Nines proceeding to say he needed to change when you got home.

Making your way back to the designated meeting place, you found Sixty and Connor fighting off some fellow adults who were also enjoying the childlike wonder of laser tag.

You yelled out a battle cry, screaming "PINEAPPLE" and joined the fight, ducking behind a wall to strike from slightly above. Overwhelming the pair, who pulled away in the end.

When you were in the clear, you turned to the androids, smiling and proudly pointing in Nines direction

"Found him"

Then the lights on all your packs went off, and that meant the game was over. You made to high five everyone, which surprisingly everyone accepted, and your group shuffled to the exit.

Outside the arena, the light from outside was like a flash bang. You winced and covered your eyes, groaning in pain.

"Aww toughn up" Sixty punched your arm, making you deliver him a dirty look.

Finally, it was time to see the scores.

"In first place.......Terminator" you read out, gasping as you turned to Nines. He just smirked and adjusted his tie, slightly glancing at the group of kids staring at him with anger.

In the end, Connor got in 3rd, Sixty got 4th, and you got.....

17th

but you had fun!

You all left in good spirits, with you regaling Connor and Sixty of what happened while you were looking for Nines.

A good day you think

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UGHH I HOPE THIS IS GOOD

guys i seriously had such a heard time coming up with a codename for the reader so im sorry it sucks LOL

i hope its in character to LOL

sorry for spelling errors, i was excited about this one and wanted to get it out soon

hope you enjoyed!

#dbh connor #dbh connor x reader #dbh rk800 #detroit become human #dbh nines #dbh rk900 #dbh rk900 x reader #dbh sixty #dbh sixty x reader

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Summary: fantasy fucks were meant to remain just that, fantasies. Especially when you want to fuck you your sith lord employer. Whats a girl to do when she cries out for her lord to ravage her? Worse then that, what do you do when he answers that call?

Warnings : ⚠️adult content +18⚠️ smut, degradation, name calling, toys, power play, swearing, body fluids, dacryphillia, teasing, dom/sub dynamic, Vader is a teasing prick

A/N: here is some filth, i enjoyed writing this one. I hope you like reading it, i havent wrote smut for a while so hope i still got it 😅 anyway enjoy peeps

You scrambled up the bed kicking your covers letting out a gargled sound between a squeak and yowl. It took all of three seconds for your chest tighten and lungs to shrivle in your chest. Oh dear god. You shivered staring wide eyed at the tall imposing figure that had somehow bypassed the lock and thundered into your room.

He stiffened, straightening his posture as he took in the sight of you. The thin, non regulation night dress that usually reached your knees was bunched around your thighs, legs bent and tangled up in your crumpled damp sheets, you hair a mess and skin flushed with sweat on your brow. And your chest heaving with deep pants. Fuck, it was better then he could have imagined. you must look a state!

"M-my lord?" You stammered swallowing dryly between syllables trying to gain some self control and not burst into tears, you knew how you must look;a complete mess. You moved your hand slowly, inching the contraband under your bunched sheets praying to any diety who was observing your mortification in that moment, willing them to let your lord show mercy and to not pull the sheets back and see your shame.

"You, i should have known" you frowned at that. What? He grunted in irritation as your confusion washed over your face at his accusatory tone. To your knowledge youd never done anything to rouse his fury. Infact he seemed to like you? In his own intimidating blunt way. He praised you when youd done a good job, hovered behinde you staring holes into into the back of your head. Not that you could see him, but when lord vader was looking at you, you knew. It was like being hunted by a camouflaged predator. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, you got the shivers and goosebumps.

"Do you have any idea how frustrating you have been girl? This is the last straw. You have pushed too far" Your stomach dropped and fear crept up your spine. Had he heard you? Could he really read minds?! God you hoped not. The ferocity of his words sent a delicious heat straight to your weeping pussy. Your mind was reeling, only moments ago had you been lost in a rapturous daze, your mind stringing together a perfect cruelties starring this powerful man as you ravished yourself with the cheap toy youd snuck onboard.

"Out. Come, stand and address me properly" he ordered jerking his head to the side as he ordered you out of your bed. You paled and shook your head slightly at him one hand clutching your sheet as if the thin material would save you from your lords wrath.

"Wha- i would but im;" you tried to plead with him, tell him you were underdressed his breathing hitched and he raised a hand pointing at you threateningly.

"You will do as your told female" he ordered as he stepped closer leaning over you menacingly, practically trapping you on the bed. His large fram left only a small space for you to crawl past him.

You yelped quickly diving across the bed scooting passed him forgetting about your modesty as his hand remained raised. Your fear was to much to ignore, you didnt want to be choked, well that wasnt strictly true. You didn't want to be choked to death. You flushed as that dangerous thought swirled in you head as you climbed out of bed. Your blood was singing, insides tensing at the thought of this huge impressive lord chokeing you as he pumbled your fragile insides. Useing you like a helpless wet hole and unloading his frustration into you, forcing you to take his stress anger and lust in a brutal twisted pleasure. Oh maker please~

You whined breathlessly managing to finally stand next to him. Straight back arms at your sides and legs slightly apart. You looked blindly forward, shivering every so often, you just hope he mistook it for panic or fear and not the fithly excitment it truly was.

He took half a step back and gazed at you silently. You could only guess where his eye were at any one time. His mask kept such secrets, all you could do was stand still and wait for his next order. You closed your eyes trying to drown out the deeper breaths coming from your lord. You were desperate to block them out,

"Oh? Whats this?" You almost jerked back as your lords gloved hand descened. But somehow you managed to hold firm, but gasped snapping your head to him when his fingers lightly ghosted the peak of your breast. You stuttered wanting to say something, anything! But the words died when he tilted his head and captured the puckered bud between two fingers and rolled it. Your breaths became sharper as he toyed with your nipple through the thin night dress.

You yelped when the light pleasant tormet became something more attune with vaders reputation. He pinched harshly and drew you bud towards him. You hissed following him, rising to your tip toes trying to ease the maddening sting. He gave a low humm, something between approval and amusment whilst twisting your bud drawing a high whine from you. You tipped your head up facing his mask, staring into the black glass that concealed his own supposed golden gaze. All you could see was your own reflection, face scrunched in pain and your eyes wide wet and pleading.

"Hmm? Just what have you been up to?" The words were spoken with a small shake of his hand, pulling you breast left and right punishing you with an addictive erotic pain. Your resolve died at the tugging, you lost your footing stumbbling half a step forward unable to remain still under his harsh minstrations. To your shame you let out a high moan. He paused at that, and before you could apologise he had moved. His other hand had parting your thighs, the smooth padded leather felt heavenly as his hand latched onto your thigh, just above your knee.

He almost immediately pulled away with a chuckle, releasing your throbbing teet letting you drop back onto your heels with a sharp jolt. He pulled his slick gloved fingers higher, inspecting it. You could have died, shame swallowing you as you realised your lord had noticed your arousal glistening on your inner thighs, the wet trail smeared to your knees.

"I see, you have the luxury of your own room so you tend to yourself unlike the others" he uttered with a sigh and made a point to wipe your slick off his glove onto you. You mewled quietly, trying to find some self control in the wake of your new devastating situation. Even in the fear and shame your mind still found somthing to celebrate. Something to make your pussy clench and throb, a filthy unhinged thought to make your blood sing and nipples tighten painfully.

You knew you had odd desires in the bed room, filthy words and rough hands, being teased and taunted, having vicious words spat at you as your force fed inches you swore you couldnt tolorate. But lord vader useing you as your own cum rag? No, that was never something you thought would make you quiver with need. You bit your lip trying not to cry at your confusing shamefull reactions to his behaviour.

"Could this be why you have been avoiding your comrades desperate conversations? This is the reason for your lack of interest?" He cooed, his words were a taunt, sweet and sharp. Incendiary. He was baiting you. You could see he was pretending to be disappointed. But his voice didn't quite match the words, he sounded excited?

"Or perhaps its this?" You gasped as he moved past you, his cloak brushing your form while he flicked back your sheet revealing the wet toy youd been enjoying only moments ago. He tutted stepping back, holding the toy in his hand and raised it, letting you see your arousal coating it obscenely.

"So which is it? " he purred sending your heart into an erratic almost painful tempo.You swallowed dryly, eyeing the toy, that looked tiny now between his thick leather clad fingers. Your panicked gaze moved to him and back again mind desperately trying muster something more then a fragile meek wail or sob. Your lips parted, moving trying to form words but you just couldn't articulate anything more then a feeble primal cry of embarassing desperation.

"Tell me. Be a good girl and answer your lords question" Vader uttered trying to coax your words watching you carefully, a sinister amusment hung in the air around him. It was hard to explain, you could sometimes sense lord vaders moods though nothing really gave him away. Not untill he voiced it, so what you perceive as amusment could actually be adrenaline before the kill.

"B-both my lord. Its both" you eventually mewled breathlessly, tears welled in your eyes and you fought to keep your sobbing quiet. It was one thing to be caught with a toy, another thing to be caught in the midst of such a private moment. Even worse being caught by a superior, but to be caught by the sith lord himself? The man youd been crying out for? The one you thought about as you fucked yourself to the point of exhaustion? It was your worst nightmare, and most tempting fantasy. You were trapped in some sort of twilight zone, experiencing your own hell and rapture in one terrifyingly twisted confusion. You only hoped if he was going to off you, he would kill you now before you could make this any worse, or before he could create a more sadistic punishment. Unfortunately your mouth didnt get the memo and you found yourself babbeling, almost incoherently.

"Im sorry, i know its'gainst regulations please i couldnt; it was a stupid thing to do; the others they can; their better at talking to the men. They find partners easily but... i cant... i should never have broke the rules sir... im sorry my lord please, i beg your forgiveness" the tears trickled down your cheeks as the words flowed, hitching and mumbled. You didnt move to wipe the droplets staining your face away, you were to scared to break your stance, he might find it disrespectful.

He shifted on his feet twisting his head slowly, still observing you. He made a show to look puzzled. But the amused air around him gave his movements a teasing look. He was making fun, toying with you relishing in your discomfort and shame. Feeding off of it, your misery was his delight. The masochist inside screamed out to him, willed him to continue, yet your common sense was begging him to stop. He didnt.

"Are you now? Are you sorry about breaking my rules? Sorry for disgracing yourself so pathetically? Sorry for becoming nothing more then an feral little whore wholst serving on my star ship? Or are you just sorry you got caught in the act?" He ducked down pressing his head beside yours. You shuddered as his cloak brushed across your arm. He chuckled soaking in the sight of you, drowning in a delirious mix of arousal, fear and shame. Your eyes gave you away, the blown pupils letting him know just what emotion was winning. It pleased him, he may have found the reason your cunt seemed to call out to him like beacon. You were perfect.

It was better then he could have thought. All the times he'd tried to draw a reaction from you. The hours he'd spent in your sector needlessly, watching and listening. The droids he'd sent to eavesdrop on the girl talk between your colleagues, the filth they spouted fantasies of what they let the stormtroopers do to them. What they'd let him do to them if he gave them a chance. He'd somehow become a fantasy fuck, he knew it was most likely the power and privilege that drew their eye.

But you? Youd never really joined in. Never had tall tales of one night stands. You didnt seem to have an intrest in sex ,it was a pity. If youd ever shown interest in such things;even if it wasnt him youd craved, he would've had you dragged away. Thrown into his quaters and locked inside, tied to his bed as a hostage for days on end. You were captivating, small, soft spoken and pure. An innocent with wide expressive eyes and perfect pouty lips that would surround his cock with a sublime softness. He could use so many words to describe you. Fragile, ethereal, shy, demure, poised. Everything a soilder shouldnt be. You hadnt hardened under your training, but you hadnt been broken by it either. He wanted to tear you apart, to see what you really were on the inside there must be more to you then the soft gentle woman you claimed to be. It drove him wild. He needed to pound away the image youd created and claim you inside and out. H needed to smother you in his own taint, bathe your skin in his cum before holding you underneath him and drown you in it.

So when he had heard your passionate cries within his watchfull meditation he couldnt hold himself back. Rage boiled in his veins at the thought of you coupling with some undeserving welp. He'd thundered through the ship, following the breathless whispers and gratifying cries. And then it happened, you finally named your lover. Or should he say imaginary partner. Youd moaned so sweetly for your lord, cried out for him. And unbeknownst to you he had heard your desperate mewling and had decided to answer your call.

He smiled below his mask, the delicate grunts and breathy pleading echoing in his head. You were trying soo hard to be quiet but the thought of him ravishing you was too much to bare. His thoughts took a turn as his cock gave a powerfull throb, this time refusing to be ignored by the sith lord. His mind began drawing a perfect solution. As much as it will pain him, he must teach you a valuable lesson before impaling you on his thick shaft, thus ruining you for other men.

"No matter, its of no real concern as to why you are sorry. Because my discipline will not change either way" he finally spoke, drewing your agonising anticipation to a close. Youd been well behaved, remaining silent and still as his thoughts got carried away.

"My lord;"

"Silence girl. I think you have made enough noise for one night." His bark was enough to shut you up. He felt a twnige of excitement, you were biting your lip desperately trying to obey him. He enjoyed your compliance.

"You think i could not hear you? That when meditating i can't pick out my own name? Did you think i would ignore such filth from my own subordinates?" You whined, opening your mouth to reply but closed it remembering his order to keep quiet. Instead you settled for dropping your gaze to the floor and sniffling, trying to fight off your sobs. They would do you no good now.

"Good. Now sit" he ordered, apparently he had been testing you. Waiting to see if you disobeyed him. You sat instantly, perching yourself on the edge of your bed, still keeping your eyes on the floor infront of you.

"Take a breath. Good." He praised you ptting your head like dog s you took a large shuddering breath and released slowly. He inched loser to you, still ruffling your hair slightly calming you.

"You will be relived to find i am not going to punish you too severely. You are a young woman with urges. I cannot fault you for your nature. You will not be dismissed." You practically melted at that. It ws commen knowledge that dismissed meant killed. And to know that wsnt your fate lifted a huge wieght from you. Your chest was suddenly released from the fearfull grip it had been in. Your tears came thick and fast, flooding your face. As much as you wanted to thank him you remined silent not wnting to push him further.

"However I will be confiscating this abomination. The last thing I need is a silly girl slacking during her shifts because she had been up all night entertaining herself." He added twisting the toy this way and tht, looking it over. You cringed as he waved the small toy in front of you drawing attention to it.

"This is a pathetic example of a cock anyway, not onpy am isurprized you managed to wet it in the first place, im slightly offended you thought of me whislt using it. I can only hope you imgined it was my fingers fucking you. If not we certainly have a problem" you flushed brighter and glanced up at him again. You may have underestimated your lords size, he was frighteningly huge. And the dildo though molded to mimic human cock was small, only a few inches longer then your own finger and not much wider then otheeither. But it had to be small to sneak onboard!

"Perhaps i should see if it was worth your embarrassment, it would fit the crime would it not?" You jolted, breath hitching in your throat. Hell no. You shook your hed inching backwards, kicking off of the floor with your toe almost shooting up the bed away from him.

But it was no use before you could move more then a few inches his gloved hand snatched the front of your nighty, the thick supple leather creaking under the pressure threatening to split at the seams. You whined lifting both hands to his feebly trying to pry him off. He simply pulled you forward making you returnt to the edge of the bed, your feet falling limp back to the floor. He grunted at you squeezing your noghty once more making a point. Stay. You nodded at him making him release you, and untangle his wrist from your trembling fingers.

He chuckled at you. It wasnt true insubordination, he knew your reaction was just from embarrassment, you wanted to escape your shame, it was sweet. Delicious even, he loved the thought of your cunt quivering in need as you shook with uncertaintly, the way he'd tear sounds from you despite your mortification was nothing but arousing to him.

"Now now. You brought this on yourself. I am your lord, duty bound to educate you. I will not shirk such a duty. I need to demonstrate the... dangers of such temptations. How a simple seemingly harmelss, inadequate toy can quickly get out of hand and leave you worse off" his words morphed from a deep amusment to sinister promises, his delight rose whilst his minds eye conjured all the sinful things he was going to to, perhaps not all today, but intime he will push you above any beyond everything you could fantasise about. Youd know rapture, so much so youd beg him for rest, cry and scream for him untill you are hoarse and pliant.

"Lay back, cease your wimpering and open your legs." You tensed eyes wide. No. You must have missheard him, surely your lord wouldnt; You were cut off by your own yelp of surprize feeling a gust of wind hit you, the odd feeling of being hit in the chest by nothing, yet at the same time a hard force. You fell back and squirmed trying to fight what ever was pressing you down.

You only stopped moving as vader inched closer, close enough that your knees and thighs had squeezed his own legs. You snapped your head up, blinking at him owlishly as you registered what was happening. He had pinned you with the force and was looming over you, one hand clasping your pitifully small toy.

You struggled to think as he towered over you, settling between your legs comfortably. Like it was his rightful place. He knew you wouldnt stop him. He fell forward his left hand pressed into the bed by your head. Close. Soo close that the leather cuff of his glove rubbing against the skin of your neck. You couldnt breath or speak or think! You could do nothing more then wait anxiously.

"You may beg girl, even i am not cruel enough to demand your silence during such things" you frowned unsure what he meant, but seconds later you arched your back curseing as he impaled you on the dildo youd been teasing yourself with before he joined you. The toy pressed into you with a delicious friction. Parting you, carving is way into you with a smooth, ribbed thrust. Masaging every scared piece of you as vader repeated the motion. In and out tilting and twisting to draw out new and exciting sounds.

Your hands grabbed him blindly, fingers and short nails calwing his cloak and arm. Capturing him tightly, grunting and hissing as he gave you no rest. Though youd gave the toy all the preparation it needed, after being pulled from you for so long it had cooled. It was a fantastically taboo feeling.

Vaders breathing became shallow. His breaths deepened, trying to draw you in he wanted to treat himself to the scent of your sex, sweat and fear. His hand moved the toy, twisting and pivoting as he fucked you with it, slow heavy thrusts rocking you on the bed drawing a subtle protest from your weak bed frame. He smiled as the sound seemed to make you flush. Embarassed and perfect.

"F-fuck! Oh maker; my lord?! Agh!" You cried out when his experimental twisting of the toy paid off hitting the spot you could easily spend over and hour looking for yourself.

You arched again, deeper throwing you head back. Vader watched keeping an even slow harsh tempo just grazeing the tiny spot hexd uncovered. You cursed at him, somehow finding some courage in your impatient need. When he continued the madening pace, you growled raising you legs, trying to tilt your hips and force him to gift you the sweet pleasure you craved.

His reply was a laugh, teasing you would easily become his new pass time. Especially if you became such an insolent brat. He slwoed down, softening his thrusts draging out a low keen from you.

"Please?, pleasefuuuck! Please sir!" Your begging was little more then shallow breaths. Using your hold on him to try and fuck yourslef onto the ever slowing toy.

"Such a beastly little thing you are" he tutted but still granted you a small mercy. And began to try a new torment, shallow, fast and rough jerking motiones. Occasionally rubbing your clit with his knuckle, just to drive you wild.

"Fuck! Fuck fu;UGH!" You screeched kicking at the bed, trying to shuffle away, only to be stopped by the stong arm that rested beside your neck. He laughed out loud nd moved faster finding the odd gruntal yelp amusing.

"That was a curious sound. Lets see if you can do it again" this time the sith decided to toy with you further. His hand stopped moving, instead he pressed down, forceing the tip to grind on up and then swayed. You wailed louder, kicking out on reflex and rocking, pivoting your hips chasing the friction your master caused.

"Oh yes, you are full of surpises. Oh? Such a pathetic girl is this truly what would undo you?" He hissed into your ear useing more strength to really dig into your sensitive flesh igniting your nerves in a burning, aching pleasure.

Your pleading words melding together. You feard you werent even speaking common tongue at that point. Between the wails hissing begging and tight gasps you doubted your managed a single sentence.

"Poor thing, its barely even in, im not even fucking you with it" vaders words grew more teasing, more cruel and cold. Slowly he was uncovering yet another secret to his tiny would be lover. You enjoyed his cold harsh nature, the spitfull teasing and vicious mocking words.

"Im beginning to understand why you are so desperate" he watched carefully noting the way you tensed, your pussy momentarily fighting his thrusts. Youd tensed round the toy as he spoke. Your desperate heat eagerly suckling it, trying to stay stuffed for as long as it could.

"Ah thats it, you liked that? Such sweet noises. My voice? You like my cruel taunting dont you? Such a surprising little bitch, all this time i thought you were pure, virtuous" you shuddered, he changed his pace once more, twisting and turning in unpredictably savage thrusts. The wet sounds of your own lust grew embarrassingly loud. The coarse words being spat at you drawing you into higher frenzy.

Your cunt pulsed around the dildo he punished you with. Just when you thought you had tasted euphoria his thumb extended seeking out your burning clit. You choked on your breath, your lord scoffed flicking and rubbing your tender neglected bud with each harsh thrust into your weeping pussy. You trembled unable to stop the sounds pouring from you. You may have well be burning alive under his hands, your veins were lava and nerves scalding. Every touch, every brutal precise jerk of the toy drew you further and further into a boiling pool of lust, threatening to drown you. Every sensation raced along your body, setteling in your needy pussy. All you could do was try to hang on to sanity. Your hands aching useing your white knuckle grip to anchor yourself to reality.

"In all of my visits, never did i hear you talk or think about me in such a sinfull way. The other woman, they always spoke their vulgarity. But you were soo innocent" your lords voice swung from accusatory to mocking and back again. Hos words dripping in sin and filth he alsmost spat them at you with a spitfull delicious condemnation. All you cpuld do was wither and squirm on the bed, crying out for him with torn words and gruntal half plea's desperation soaking theough your bones into your very soul. It was delightful and torturous.

"But your not are you? Deep down your no better then a whore. A collection of holes that would galdly wet my cock" he hissed the viciously divine words at you. Eyes bruning into you even througn his mask you could feel him gazing at you. Taking in the sight of you coming completely undone. So close, so close you could taste the sweet release.

"My; no pleaseLOORD PLEA-vadeah! Fuck!fuuck!" You called for him, one hand reaching, grasing his cloak higher almost forcing him to len closer over you. Your tummy tensed, back arching wildy trying to buck against him seeking out the friction you desired. You squinted almost in pain at the overwhelming burn in your nerves, the tenderness of your clit as you trocked onto his gloved thumb harder and harder. It became a delectable pain, your body tried to find that final trigger, the last piece of the puzzle that would let you free fall into biss.

"Yes, i know i. Can sense it. Your ready to burst, want to burst. So wet, soo close. Yet im unsure you truly deserve it" your eyes opened, fear and ice doused your system when you registered his words. No. No he wouldnt be so cruel. He chuckled pressing his weight down on you the harsh carbon of his mask resting aginst your brow biting at the skin s he stared into your eyes. You could almost make out a tinted glowing iris behide the visor.

"Now that i think about it. No, you dont deserve it do you?" You ground out a mournful wail, a cry from your very soul as vader pulled away, straighteneing to his full height whilst also wrenching the toy from your depths leaaving you empty and unsatisfied.

"You, were a disrespectful little brat~" The words were accompanied with a wet stinging slap to your pulsing pussy. You yepled and tried closeing your legs, feebly trying to sheild yourself from him. You tried to cover yourself with a hand, eager to hide and finsh all at once. But your hands were slapped away, harsh red marks donning each one with warning.

It was then you burst into tears, bawling in shame nd need. Fat tears wetting your face as you sobbed in earnest. Unsure what he expected from you, your body slowly inching back from that all important finish you craved. All vader did was watch relishing his victory while you crumbled. It was stunning, the way your walls collapsed around you because of him. He wondered if this is how youd react if he did tie you to his bed like a hostage and toyed with you days at a time. He loved the sight of weeping broken women thatd do anything he dreamt for a warm cock in her belly.

"Oh dear you really are crying, did i stop? Was your lord cruel to you? I didnt let you finish did i? Can you blame me? To think you belived you were worthy of a reward, after such apalling behaviour" you sobbed movingnto grasp him again, willing him to show mercy and finish you off. Your mouth had a mind of its own, spewing promises and oaths, babbling nonsense pleadingnfor a chance to show him how good you can be, begging him to allow you to cum for him and only him.

But he stood firm, silently assessing you. His stance was stern and domineering, imovable. But behinde al, the bravado you could still feel the lustfull amusment in the air. He wanted you, you knew he did you could feel it. But he was just as hexd described. Cruel, and a cruel lord would always deliver a cruel punishment.

"What did you expect little one? Mercy? Thats awfully entitled for such a needy little harlot dont you think?" His words carried a weight to them, you realised there would be no changing his mind and cried out mournfully.

"Oh poor thing hush. I know you dont think so now but this is for the best, we must all learn to control ourselves" he prompted movingnto pat your head as you wept at the loss, the fire in your veins ebbing away leaving behind and ache, echoes of what could have been the best orgasm of your life.

You huffed, sniffling and pulled away, dipping your head from under his hand nd pawing at it with a pathetic scowl. He laughed at that finding the petulant display for lack of a better word; cute.

"Are you sulking? To think youd have me belive you didnt enjoy my torment when your bed is drenched" his hand raised motioning to the large dark spot on your sheets.

"Look, look at all this mess youve made. And you still wanted more? What makes you think i'll indulge a spoiled brat" You eyed them and flushed before subtly tryingnthe hide it with your covers, not wanting him to see it a second longer than necessary.

"Come up you get, i do not tolerate self pity and whining girl.Time to make your bed, we wouldnt want to sleep it in damp sheets;" you sent him a sour look, glowering at him with tinted cheeks. Your embarrassment and sexual frustration morphing into an odd bravery.

"Do not give me that look. This was your doing" vader scolded with an amused chuckle. He was pleased by your pout, your needy longing and pathetic cries mingling with stubborn grunts whines. But you acquiesced his command, standing on shakey legs one hand holding onto the bunk supporting yourself the other making quick work of straightening the bed, fixing the pillows and sheets neatly. Sniffling the entire time pawing at your face trying to stop the flow of tears.

"Very good pet, now climb back in" vader prompted pressing on hand to your back coaxing you forward. You drew a breath quickly climb forward, cringing as you sat in the wet patch youd left in the bed. You quickly shook off the feeling and looked up at your lord with anticipation. Maybe he was teasing earlier? Maybe he was trying to prove a point? Could your lord be about to grant mercy and finish what he started? You shivered, and peeked up at hi. Expectantly. Vader belowed a laugh drawing a frown from you.

"Oh dont look so hopefull girl, your not getting anything else this night. If i gave in to your mindless weeping now your lesson would not stick." his words were riddled with scoffs and bearly contained laughter as you deflated into another pout whining all the way. An invisible force curled around your jaw tilting you to stare at him.

"I will however make myself clear. The next time you feel the need, you will not take matters into your own hands. You are to report to me directly, i do not care when or where i am you will seek me out immediately" he inched closer, the grip on your jaw pressing you back to the wall, the pressure dropped untill your entire body felt the weight. He arched forward still hands landing beside you cageing you in. The force began to coiled around your neck tightening panic plucked at your heart, but he didnt let up. He continued to let his power seep over your form holding you still.

"And Should i find out you have not sought me out i will personally see to it you revisit this night, but as a public example of breaking the regulations. Am i clear?" The threat of his words weaved through your mind with heated tendrils. Images of you held down open and wanton, tormented by the sith for anyone to see made you tremble. The thought threatening to ignite you once more.

"Y-yes sir; my lord sir" the whispered before you could even realise what you were swearing to. Vader must have been pleased with you as he rleased you from his invisible grasp and backed away patting your head lightly as he rose to his full hieght.

"Very good. Do try to get some sleep" with a quick swish of his cape he was gone. The door closeing behinde him leaving you alone as if nothing had happened. You blinked drawing amheavy breath and slowly let it out. The only evidence he was there was the damp bedding and empty lust in your pussy. With that thought you quickly scrabbled to the side of the bed hopeing he'd forgotten to pocket your toy. He hadnt. Fuck.

You wandered the halls hands curling up into your sleeves anxiously plucking at the threads on the lining of your uniform. You knew people were casting you odd looks. They wonders why you were here. Hell you wondered why you were here?! Brave? Stupid? Crazy. Yeah thats the one crazy. After your encounter with lord vader you had been trying to fend off the ache, willing the fire in your loins to die. But no, your lords callous and cruel teasing had left you wanting more. he'd made your fantasy a reality and the sweet poisonous fruit was too much to bare. You craved it, craved him like never before. You swear you were addicted, suffering this heat and need was something youd only describe as a withdrawal. The need was all encompassing raw and painfull. And whats worse you think he knew, he'd stayed way from your sector, you couldnt help feel slighted. Was it a test? A punishment? Did he want you to seek him out? You truley didnt know. But after an entire two weeks of not seeing the glorious man you couldnt hold out anymore. Foolish of not you had to know if he was serious.

Which lead you here. Completely out of your comfort zone, surrounded by more important people bustling about the halls. Decorated officers with badges and pins proving loylty and ability. You were getting odd looks as you wandered aimlessly. You knew lord Vader was here today, the few you asked had told you as much.

You werent sure if you wished to find him quickly or not. Your mind was still debating the sanity of this idea of yours. But luckily... or unluckily you caught sight of him. He was in a meeting room, the door open giving you a clear veiw of his towering form. Not that he saw you yet he couldnt he had his back to you. You faltered for a moment. Maybe this was stupid? Where you really going to risk being killed over a possible night of sex? Was he worth dying for?

You pondered these thoughts, your feet shuffleing along the floor drawing closer to the huge imposeing sith. Slowing with each step you confidence drained. Finally you found yourself tiptoeing up behinde him. And then you stopped, hovering off to the side, half hiding behind the door frame deciding that you should atleast wait ptiently for him to finish his important conversation. Plus it also gives you a few more moments of sweet life if he does just off you.

You tried to disappear into the background, still wondering if this was a good idea. But as vader spoke to one of the many generals you never bothered to learn the name of, the general peeked around his lord drawing attention to you. His eyes narrowed considerably, clearly the man thought you inferior. Vader stood straighter and peaked over his shoulder curiously. You felt the moment he noticed you, his gaze burning you andnhis head tilted in what you hoped was curiosity.

You shifted on your feet for a few seconds before snapping into a salute and held yourself straight greeting lord vader professionally. He then spun on his feet now faceing you directly. All chatter seemed to die around you as lord vader held you in his gaze. The air seemed to be sucked from your lungs, your pulse deafening you. This was it.

"Yes girl" you drew a harsh breath at the name. It had an effect on you, you thought he may have used it on purpose to a,use himself. You swallowed and stood a little taller trying to ,uster all the courage you could, or at the very least not pass out.

"You- i mean? M-my lord? You said to err come find you... when i needed... when i felt y-you know?" You stuttered feeling yourself shrink smaller and smaller as lord vader gave you his undivided attention. The others around him eyed you curiously waiting to see if youd survive such a bumbling shit show as you stumbled on your words and became little more then a babbling idiot. Breaking your stand to gnaw on the cuff of your uniform nervously.

"Get that out of your mouth soldier" He ordered waving a hand over you comanding your arm down to your side with a harsh tug from the force. You squeaked nodding quickly mutter a tiny 'yes sir' The silence that followed was palpable, thick and tense. The only sound being that of lord vaders even breaths.

"Well?" For a moment you thought he had completely forgotten about you and the orders he left you with. Nothing in his voice or stance gave any hint to him recognising you. It was at that point dread began to set in, and you really began to sweat, tugging your sleeves nervously before elaborating.

"I-i came to you... like you said, I dont want to be made an example of sir..." you coaxed, trailing off trying to jog his memory whislt praying he had actually been serious and not been poking fun at you.

It was when he nodded to you that you finally relaxed. Thank god he had remebered your not sure how you would have coped if he hadnt and told you to remind him of your last encounter infront of everyone.

"My good girl, you were so polite. Your obedience pleases me greatly" your knees quivered as relief flooded you, luckily years of stress training kept you steady. Thank the maker for small mercies!You could have cried at his praise.

"I am proud of you,not only did you realise i was serious but took it upon yourself to follow my strict orders even when you were unsure and were willing to wait patiently. My lesson has served you well." Vader continued showering you with praise as he stepped closer to you, one hand reaching out and patting your head slightly which quickly turned into a strangely demeaning yet perfect petting of your hair.

Only you and your lord would understand this exchange. Only he could know the mix of condescending petting and stern pleased words would dampen your panties and turn you into his obedient wanton slut. The others gave you the side eye, frowns and sneers muttering under their breath.

"So much so you have earned yourself a proper reward this time. Come let us see to it immediately. I will not delay when you've proven to be such an obedient girl" your lord pulled back and swooped past you to exit the way you came. You spun quickly ready to follow him eagerly to where ever he saw fit, excitment coiling in your belly. Maybe youd get to finish this time? Oh god... what if he let you cum twice? Or more... fuck you couldnt wait. You practically vibrated with excitment as you hurried to keep up with your lord.

"But my lord i must insist you stay, we have things to discuss! More important then what ever this girl;" the general began chasing down the sith lord into the hall only to cut himself short as vader halted in his movements, you tensed thinking you may have been foolish to come up here. If looks could kill youd be buggered, the generals eyes burned into you, jealous rage in them. But his hatefull gaze quickly fell as lord vader began speaking, slow and angry. His voice coder annunciating each syllable in a spine chilling malice.

"You seem to think that you can determine my schedule general? Tell me am i not your lord? Do you not think i am more aware of what is of greater importance?" The sith lord hissed, your stomach flipped, somehow the display of power made your insides quiver. And not out of fear. Lust, raging heat flushing your system causing you to whimper almost soundlessly. Vader gave a soft huff in response he had heard your needy wordless plea. In a hopes to sooth you he pivoted on his feet and raised a gloved hand and capturing the nape of your neck coaxing you closer, fingers flexing against the soft skin possesively.

"This woman has fullfilled her duty, completed orders i gave to her personally and in secret. Do you think i would shirk my duty and postpone a meetingnfor trivial matters?" Vaders voice darkened with a hint of sarcasm, he was toying with the general. Pokeing at him with a metaphorical sharp stick for nothing more then his own amusment.

"No, no my lord please forgive me, i was not thinking;"

"Im sure you werent, fear not i am used to generals and their lapses in judgement. Luck is in your favor for my girls actions have put me in a good mood." You preened at that, feeling yourself stand a little straighter at the continued praise lord vader showed you. It made your tummy flutter. Yet the hand on your neck still squeezed every few seconds reminding you of his control over you.

"Next time you try to command me you may not be so lucky. Now if youll excuse me, I have matters to attend. Youd be wise to find a suitable solution to this issue alone. Should i be distributed in the next forty eight hours there will be severe consequences" and with that he turned away slowing his stride to allow you to walk beside him. His hand still secured on your neck. But you couldnt dwell on that, the only thing going through your mind was your lord had said he wanted to be undisturbed for forty eight hours. What the kriff? How the fuck are you going to keep going for that long?

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[pissysoda]

Coffee colored eyes

Peter Parker x barista!Reader

Summary: you are working at a quiet coffee shop and a cute boy with coffee colored eyes comes in for a drink :]

-The reader has they/them pronouns-

Another boring but busy morning at the coffee shop. You've been working here for a few months now and everything's been going great, nice customers (most of the time), friendly co-workers, your pay is pretty good, and over all just a nice experience. Until one sunny Saturday morning, a brunette puppy dog eyed boy walked into the coffee shop.

The bell above the door rings out in the quiet coffee shop alerting you that there's a new customer, you quickly straighten yourself out as you walk from the back and stand behind the counter. "Hello what can I get for you today?" You look up and you're met with a cute boy you've never seen before. He's looking up hesitantly at the menu like he's not sure what he wants "uh could I get a-" he looks down from the menu to make eye contact with you but he stumbles over his words as he does "um- could- I- um" a soft blush goes over the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head "sorry, uh could I get a Chai tea?" He gives a small smile. "Of course" you smile at his attempt to order "what name?"

"Peter"

-☕️-

The cute boy named Peter came back again the next Saturday morning, Except it was raining this time.

The bell rings once again signaling you there's a new customer. You look up and and is met with the same brown eyes as last Saturday, But this time his clothes and hair were damp from the rain "hi can I get a Chai tea please?" He orders the same thing from last time "for Peter right?" You say with a smile as he looks slightly surprised with a blush slowly making its way on his face "y-yeah for peter"

Once his tea is made you call you his name "peter!" He walks up and takes the tea from the counter with a polite smile "thank you" he turns around to take a seat.

After 10 minutes your co-worker Hannah walks out from the back to help you with customers but the boy catches her eye "oh isn't that the cute boy you were talking about the other day" she whispered to you as she jabbed your side playfully "shush!" You laugh "go talk to him!" She says while laughing "what no! That's awkward" Hannah huffs out in fake annoyance as she replies "fine. But you should at least say hi if he comes back" you shake your head with a smirk as you look over to the boy named Peter. He's sipping on his tea while he has his headphones in and looking at his phone. After he's finished with his tea and gets up and slings his bag over his shoulder and throws away his empty cup. He gives you a shy smile as he leaves.

-☕️-

Peter has been coming here for the past few weeks. Ordering the same thing everytime, the more he comes around the more I start to like him. I want to finally break this fantasy and go talk to him but im to awkward for that. So for now he's just my coffee boy.

You hear the shops door open and two people step inside. You realize it's peter with someone you've never seen before. Who's that? They walk up to the counter to order. You turn to the unfamiliar person that's with peter "name?" "Oh for ned" he smiles "alright I'll have those out for you in a few minutes" they go sit down to wait for you to call their names

As they talk Ned says something that seems to fluster peter and Ned laughed loudly

-☕️PETERS POV☕️

"Go talk to them!" Ned says as he kicks Peter's leg "no I can't just go talk to them I would look like a idiot!" He whisper yells back "dude just go up there and ask for their number. I saw the way you guys were looking at each other when we were ordering" Ned giggles as peter turns red

"Ned and peter!"

-☕️END OF POV☕️

They both stand as Ned gives peter a look. They make their way over to you and Ned grabs his coffee and nudges Peter's side as he scurried away back to their seat, leaving peter at the counter In front of you "h-hey uh- so" he looks like your name tag "y/n right?" His face is tomato red as he stuttered over his words. You slightly surprised and flustered reply "Yeah my name Is y/n! Can I help you with anything?" You didn't expect him to try and make conversation "w-well I was wondering" he shifts uncomfortably as he looks down shyly "if I could h-have your number?" You are shocked he wanted your number. Since you weren't saying anything he started to ramble as a blush coated his face "only if you wanna give it to me- I mean you don't have too of course! I just thought you were cool and-" you cut him off with a shy smile "yeah I'll give you my number" he looked shocked but a smile started to bloom on his face. You reach for a pen from the pen holder beside you and put your hand out "can I see your arm?" He holds his arm out to you and you start writing your number on his arm. Your touch burns his skin in the best way possible "just call me whenever" you say with a flustered smile on your face "yeah of course! S-see you later" He grabs his tea and looks down at his feet as he walks back to where Ned was still sitting. He quickly grabs his bag as Ned complains that he's not done with his coffee yet but he still follows peter out the door.

Omg coffee boy asked for my number. Maybe this fantasy can turn into something real after all.

DING! your phone goes off

UNKNOWN - "hey! its peter :)"

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