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the-little-ewok · 2 years

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things you said at 1 am + Poe? 🥺

This was so hard to choose so I'm going to be greedy and request 2 lol

1AM Poe Dameron X G!N Reader Rating: T Wordcount: 1800(ish) Warnings: Bit fluffy, bit angsty, PTSD, tiny spice in innuendo form... Summary: Poe turns up at your door at 1am… and something doesn’t seem quite right Prompt : Things you said at 1am A/N : Sweetie you can request as many as you like!! I love writing prompts for people! I hope you like this one! It's a bit slower than my usual stuff but I hope still ok.

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The knocking on your door is soft, but still loud enough to pull you from your sleep, bringing your mind back to the starched sheets and dimly lit room. For a moment you lay listening to the silence, considering that perhaps you might have imagined it — just the last tendrils of a dream, caught somewhere between sleeping and waking. Snuggling back down into your pillow, you close your eyes, before another soft knock, almost hesitant in its disturbance of the silence, reaches your ears. Not a dream then. With a groan you roll over to glance at the sleep blurred numbers on the clock.

1am.

Rolling out of bed, you can feel the worry starting to build at who would need you at such an hour. Surely something must have happened? Surely something has gone terribly wrong?

With one eye closed and the other barely open, you stagger over to the door, attempting to straighten your sleep clothes to make yourself somewhat presentable, before you press your fingers to the panel.

As the door slides open, your blurry sight is met with the soft brown eyes of your favourite pilot. Smiling apologetically, he raises a hand in a tiny wave, which at any other time you might have considered cute, but not at this time. Relief washes through you that he doesn't seem like he's bringing bad news. It's a relief that's followed quickly by annoyance that he's woken you for something non-urgent.

"Poe, it's the middle of the night," You complain with a yawn, your voice gravelled from sleep. Even though you're on your feet, you're fighting to keep your eyes open, the warmth of your bed calling out to you, begging you to slip back between the sheets.

"I know, I'm sorry it's late." He apologises softly.

"It'd better be kriffin important." You lean against the door frame, your legs deciding that standing on their own is too much effort now that you’re satisfied nothing terrible has happened, "What is it?"

"I just… wanted to tell you I love you." Despite the annoyance that sparks in your veins, a familiar warmth spreads across your chest. The same feeling that happens every time he says those words.

"I love you too. But seriously, it's 1am. Couldn't that have waited till tomorrow?" You sigh, rubbing your eyes to clear the sleep from them.

Looking him over clearly for the first time you take in the dishevelled look of his clothes which tell you he's dressed in a hurry to run to you, his dark curls damp and messy, and his red rimmed eyes that look suspiciously like he's been crying.

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't have woken you up. This was stupid. I'm sorry, go back to bed." His shoulders slump as he nods to himself, before he leans in and kisses your cheek softly. He turns to leave, but you catch his wrist, holding him back.

"Poe, what is it? Has something happened?"

"I can't sleep," he admits meekly, looking down at his boots. But it's painfully clear that it’s more than just that. He wouldn't be standing at your door in yesterday's clothes looking like the world collapsed on his shoulders, just because he can't sleep. Slipping your fingers down from his wrist to take his hand you squeeze reassuringly.

"Poe, what is it? You're upset."

"I just...I don't want to be alone right now," He admits quietly before he shakes his head, his eyes focused on your clasped hands. "Sorry, I'm just being silly. I'll let you go back to sleep," He squeezes your fingers gently and tries to pull his hand from yours, but you tighten your grip, stopping him from leaving.

"You want to talk about it?" He shakes his head again silently. The sickening worry curling in your belly only seems to grow worse with each passing moment. He seems so unlike his usual self that for a moment you aren't sure what to do with him.

Taking a breath to calm yourself, you tug him into the room and shut the door.

"We don't have to talk, but you don't have to be alone either. And there’s no way I'm letting you go back to your room when -” Before you finish your sentence he throws his arms around you, pulling you hard against him in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck. Well, if you weren't worried before, you certainly were now.

“Sweetheart, what is it? What’s wrong?” You cuddle him tightly as he squeezes you silently, “Poe? Tell me what's happened.”

"I'm sorry I woke you up. I didn't know what else to do. I just needed you," He mumbles softly, loosening his grip on you just a little and lifting his head to press his forehead to yours. Maker, you've never seen him look so lost, and it sends a flash of pain straight through your heart.

You raise a hand to cup his cheek gently, "Don't apologise for that. It doesn't matter what time it is. I'm always here whenever you need me."

He leans into your touch, letting his eyes drift closed for a second before he turns his head to softly kiss your palm.

Considering him for a moment, you brush your thumb gently over his cheek, realising he still isn't going to answer your questions right now, and you can't force him to talk.

"How about we go cuddle in bed, yeah?"

He nods, placing another kiss to your palm before he lets you go, slowly, as though you might disappear once his hands leave you.

Climbing back into bed, you watch him as he nudges off his boots and strips down before coming to join you, immediately pulling you back into his arms, making you bite your lip with worry.

“Poe, you know whatever it is, whatever happened, I'm here and we’ll get through it together,” you promise softly, brushing his curls back as his eyes close. To anyone else it might have looked like he drifted off to sleep, but you know him better than that. Fake sleeping was Poe's number one tactic of getting out of conversations he didn't want to have.

Although you settle down with your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, you don't allow yourself to sleep. Instead, you wait, desperately worried but not willing to push him.

It's a long time before he starts to talk, finally confessing the real reason he ran to you. Tentatively at first, barely rain drops of truth, before the storm rolls in and floods the darkness with his honesty.

He tells you about the nightmare that pinned him to the mattress, drenched in sweat, unable to move, and the ghosts that accompanied it. The ones that crept into the darkest corners of his room, the echoes of those he couldn't save. The mocking voices that told him he would fail to save you too.

The fear, the desperate need to keep you safe, that's what truly brought him to your door at 1am.

"It's just a bad dream. Nobody blames you for any of what happened. Not even the people that aren't here anymore. It's just your own guilt messing with you," You whisper softly, sitting up to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, as his arms tighten around you. "Besides, I don't need you to save me. If anyone tried to take me away from you, I'd kick their ass into the next galaxy. So really you wouldn't fail at anything, because I can take care of myself," You joke lightly in an attempt to lighten the mood.

That at least draws a smile from the pilot.

"Yeah, I know that," he laughs softly, his voice hoarse from talking. You give him a small smile in return, stroking his cheek gently. "It's just… I feel better when I'm with you. I sleep better. It's quieter."

He sighs softly, reaching up to brush his hand through your hair, as though checking you're really still here.

"You know you can sleep with me for as many nights as you need to… or want to. I mean, you could just move your stuff in here. You don't have to. It's just if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind. You wouldn't have to go far to wake me up then. Maybe something to think about. I mean you don't have to, and it doesn't have to be forever or anything," Your rambling trails off into a soft whisper as you become deeply interested in a loose thread on the pillow, just to the side of his head, desperate to avoid his reaction. It wasn't exactly like Poe hadn’t spent many a night in your bed, and you in his, but moving in together was never something you’d explicitly discussed.

Poe squeezes you gently, taking your jaw in a gentle grip and turning your head and forcing you to look at him.

"Sounds like a dream I want to have," He kisses you softly before his face breaks out into a cheeky grin, one which is much more of the Poe you know. "Although, I know you only want me here for other reasons I might wake you in the middle of the night." He wriggles his eyebrows in suggestion while you roll your eyes, unable to keep the amused smile from your lips.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. There's nothing I love more than sleeping," you tease, glad he seems to be much more himself once again.

"You're right, and I've kept you from your greatest love for far too long. Let's get some rest. I'll be ok now." He answers your question before you have a chance to form the words and kisses you softly, pulling the covers up and allowing you to settle back down.

"Promise you'll wake me if you have another nightmare?"

"I promise I'll wake you if I need anything at all," he strokes your hair gently as you lay your head on his chest, letting your eyes drift closed. You lay in the quiet darkness listening to his heartbeat, pretending to sleep, just until Poe is snoring peacefully. Only then do you allow sleep to claim you once more.

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little-diable · 3 years

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Only her - Spencer Reid (smut)

Just a small drabble to get you guys (and myself) through the weekend. Also its @playboysbunny wedding day, so, I dedicate this to you my fellow Spencer lover. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Some sweet lovemaking in the early morning hours.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral (f), fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Heat engulfed her, danced along her naked limbs, stroking the marks her body was covered in. Spencer had his front pressed against her side, curls tickling her throat, clinging to her like a baby needing to feel his mother close. The invisible bond that kept them chained together strengthened with every rising of the sun, keeping them bound to one another.

The day had just begun, the sun was painting the horizon in a deep red, allowing (y/n) to linger for a moment or two. Another case would keep them on their toes, would force them apart as they would protect the ones in need. But in this very moment only their time together counted, they couldn’t afford to worry about the what if’s, not when every day could be their last.

Mornings like these were rare for the couple, though not unwelcomed. (Y/n) loved to feel Spencer near, breathing calmly into the crook of her neck, not plagued by nightmares or reminders of the past days, though content and safe. Both needed to feel one another after tiring cases, needing to know that at the end of the day they would still have their significant other wrapped around their frame.

Carefully she let go of him, stretching her body to shake off her tiredness before she pulled his shirt over her head. Her naked feet tapped against the cold floor, carrying her into their kitchen, towards the coffee machine she called her best friend. Spencer groaned as he followed her, eyes still half closed to hold onto the all too comforting warmth sleep had brought upon him.

“Morning,” he pulled her in for a kiss, tongue running along her lower lip. But (y/n) gently pushed him away, mumbling something along the lines of “morning breath”. He felt needy, wanting to run his fingers up her sides, to explore the soft skin he would shower in kisses at any given chance.

A shriek bled from her lips as Spencer picked her up and placed her on their kitchen island, standing between her thighs, staring down onto her shirt covered chest. The shirt acted like a film of dust covering the spine of an expensive book to keep its secrets hidden from nosy eyes, like a butterfly flapping its wings to rise into the air above.

“I need to feel you, can I?” Spencer’s hands moved up her thighs, creeping closer to her heat, eyes trained onto her exposed cunt, the glistening wetness he wanted to feast from. (Y/n) nodded her head, eyes fluttering close to fully focus on the feeling of his plush lips kissing her skin.

As if he was working a case, he began to eat her out, his hands were experienced enough to pin her down onto the tabletop, shoulders keeping her thighs spread for him to linger down there. He didn’t hesitate once, ran through the routine that would push (y/n) over the edge in no time.

“Fuck, Spence’, feels so good.” Her lips moved, though her brain couldn’t catch up with the words that flooded from them. Pleasure dampened her brain, covering it like a wet towel wanting to cool down burn marks left on her skin. Her orgasm began to crawl closer as if it was rainwater that kept crashing down to the floor, rising from the ground.

His tongue brushed through her slit, scooping up drops of her arousal, while his thumb rubbed her clit. It was easy, oh so easy, to pleasure her, to coax the most sinful sounds out of her mouth. She was perfect for him, not just behind closed doors, but in those intimate moments, Spencer found himself reminded once again, that she was his salvation, his saving grace.

“Look at me when you cum.” The vibrations from his words trembled on her skin, eyes struggling to find his as the coil inside her began to tighten. A cry left her, back struggling not to arch her off the island, but his hands kept her pinned down.

(Y/n)’s orgasm clashed through her, danced through her limbs, shaking every single one of her bones. Her pants filled the kitchen, drowning out the sound of her coffee brewing in the distance, even managing to distract her from the heavenly scent that began to wrap itself around the couple.

“Thank you,” a chuckle left her, hands combing through his locks as Spencer began to stretch back, towering over her. His bulge twitched against his boxers, begging her to touch him, to pump him with her nimble fingers before he would dive into her tightness.

But Spencer was too impatient, couldn’t wait any longer, he had to feel her, had to pound into her as he would do on most nights and mornings.

“I love you,” he pulled her in for a kiss, upper body momentarily leaving the hard surface. (Y/n)’s reply got swallowed by the moan that clawed through her, walls clamping down on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” Spencer kept her pressed to his body, hips jerking against hers, forcing his cock into her tightness with every thrust. Their bodies danced together, swayed back and forth in the most intimate way one could imagine.

“You feel so good, so pretty wrapped around my cock.” His words left her heart pounding, shaking in pleasure, ready to burst into the morning atmosphere. Clouds of fog were covering the city, keeping the lovers hidden in their shadow, allowing them to let their sounds claw through them without any shame.

Spencer was burning her from inside out, a fire she found herself worshipping, a fire she didn’t find herself fleeting from, though chasing it with her mind set on its flames that would consume every part of her body. It was annihilating her, an insanity both found comfort in as time seemed to stand still.

“Wish I could stay buried in your cunt.” Spencer spoke with his eyes closed, desperate to chase the high he needed to make it through another day filled with murder and despair. Only (y/n) could take away his sorrows, only (y/n) could make him feel like he was loved and cherished, only (y/n) could save him.

With his hand fisting her hair he pulled her in for a kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth, not giving her any chance to move away from him. Her breaths fell short, no longer able to pump any air through her burning lungs, the ache shot shudders right down her clit, making her walls flutter in pleasure. She squeezed his cock with every pump of his, teasing him, wondering how long he could drag out his spiel.

“Spence, I want you to-” his tip hit her sweet spot, cutting her words short for a second. Her moan left her, like a prayer, like a call in the middle of the night, begging whoever was out there to care for her. “I want you to fill me up, please.”

The words left his cock twitching in anticipation. Every now and then they’ve talked about taking the next step, to try for a baby, without any pressure nor expectations chasing them.

But hearing her say those words pushed him into a mindset he had never found himself in before. Pictures of (y/n) with a round belly filled his mind, the skin that would stretch as she would carry his child, thoughts that threatened to hurl him straight off the edge.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you, to fill your tight cunt?” His raspy voice met her skin like a snowflake tumbling to the ground, making earth freeze for a second. (Y/n) moaned his name as her body began to shake, her second orgasm of the morning rocked through her, walls clamping down on his cock like a vice.

Spencer kept on fucking her, slamming into her over and over again till he felt her fall limp in his grasp, only then he allowed his body to let go. His cum filled her, painted her walls white with heavy, hot ropes.

“Fuck, are you okay?” Spencer murmured against her hairline, smiling as she wordlessly nodded her head, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close. Both would stay like this for a few more moments, basking in one another’s company, hoping that the day would stay calm and quiet, just like their morning.

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔟𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔱 (𝔪)

❥ukai keishin x fem!reader

❥warnings: tw voyeurism, tw stepcest, age gap (18 y/o reader), masturbation

❥word count: 2.5k

❣︎anon: Can I has a crumb 👌🏻 of step dad Ukai lusting after his step daughter, even standing in the bathroom while she takes a shower beating his dick and slips out before she's done?

i loved this too much to just keep it a thirst so here we go!!! its a fic of step daddy ukai tee hee thank you for requesting <333

ukai didn’t think he’d get married so early. he wasn’t even thirty yet, and already he’d settled down. he had a gold band around his left ring finger, a family home with picture frames on the wall and a pet cat always snoozing at the end of the bed, a bed he shared with a woman to call his wife. and he had a daughter too- or rather, a step-daughter as his wife was considerably older. it wasn’t that he minded though- she was beautiful, wealthy, accomplished and all of that really showed in you.

he’d only met you a few months before the wedding at some fancy restaurant, forcing the feel of familial intimacy under the rose-coloured lights. you’re sweet and polite, ignoring the blatantly obvious fact that your mother’s new boyfriend is closer in age to you than he is to her, but you answer all his questions of how you’re studying at a prestigious university and what you like to do in your free time and how you’d be more than happy to help him at the store on the weekends.

in fact, ukai went home that night deep in thought but it wasn’t about his girlfriend. it was about you. he couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked- so similar to your mother but better. your plush lips and sparkly eyes, your beautiful body looking so pretty in that dress and your sweet, delicate voice that still rang in his ears the whole way driving home. suddenly his whole mind was permeated with the thought of you that when he laid down in bed, cock twitching as his palm drew towards it, it wasn’t quite accurate to say he was imagining his girlfriend, but maybe a younger, softer, similar yet different enough version.

maybe getting married wasn’t so bad after all.

moving into your mother’s home feels natural to ukai. there’s something calming about going downstairs to breakfast to see you in the kitchen, your morning lips plump and your bare face so naturally beautiful as you ask him if he’d like coffee. he’ll watch you as you fill the kettle with water, your tiny sleeping shorts clinging to the curve of your ass, soft supple skin of your legs and arms on show and the thin fabric of your cami top doing nothing to conceal your puffy nipples protruding. it feels satisfying almost to sit beside you on the couch, his thigh pressed against yours as he asks you what show you’re watching or to lean over your university books splayed over the dining table, nodding with acknowledgement of how smart you are, his smart little girl- and the wide grin that stretches across your face and the sparkle in your eyes at his praise is so beautiful to him.

in essence, he just can’t stop thinking about you. even when he’s pounding into your mother, his cock driving into her pussy and his hands groping her tits, he wishes it’s your walls clinging to his length and your slick coating him, that you’re the one chanting his name like a prayer and it’s your sweet lips he’s tasting in the passionate kiss. he knows you’d taste of cherries- it’s your favourite lip balm.

wednesday mornings are ukai's favourite. your mother leaves for work before either of you are awake and karasuno doesn’t have practise, leaving him the rare time to lie in the warmth of the bedsheets, eyes fluttered shut as an image of you paints in the back of his eyelids. the bedsheets pulled up to his chin smell of lavender, your mother’s favourite and he knows you love it too, catching you burning the oils in your bedroom and dabbing spots of perfume on the insides of your wrist, behind your ear- is that your sweet spot? what would you smell like if ukai were to press his face into the crook of your neck, what would you feel like if he were to ghost his lips over your skin? what sounds would you make when he sucks on the delicate spot there?

the sound of water splashing drags ukai out of his thoughts even though his cock still throbs, blood rushing to it as it dawns upon him- you’re in the shower. naked, water splashing all over your body and glistening off your skin, your scented body wash and shampoo filling the bathroom and your skin soapy with white suds. it’s pornographic. he needs to see it for real, to feed his insatiable craving because the imagination just isn’t enough anymore.

he can’t deny some guilt trickles into his chest, heavy and weighing him down as he pulls back his bedsheets. he’s your step-father- he’s married and he’s a parental figure to you and you’re so young, just a fresh innocent eighteen year old.

“y/n’s never had a proper father.” your mother’s voice rings in his ears. ”so i’m really pleased of how well you’re getting along- she’ll finally have the chance of having a proper dad now with you around.”

this isn’t how fathers should feel- but he’s not your real dad. it’s not really that wrong. ukai swallows hard as he gets to his feet, softly padding out of the bedroom and edging down the hall towards the bathroom. it’ll just be once- nobody will know. and he’s certain you’re not so innocent either. the thoughts have plagued his mind plenty- do you touch yourself? do you have a burning need that drives you to sneak your hands down into your pretty panties and rub that sensitive, swollen nub till your back is arching and your toes curl as waves of pleasure crash over you? have you ever fingered yourself? how do your walls feel around your fingers- or maybe you’ve fucked someone? have you been such a whore to let another man kiss you and see your naked body, to see your pretty pussy and be inside you?

he exhales heavily when the door handle pushes down under his grasp. his cock twitches with anticipation, hard outline pressing against his boxers as he steps into the bathroom. you don’t hear the click of the door behind him under the stream of water, your body turned to face it instead. you don’t see him either, not through the steam and ukai sighs with relief when he sees that you’re massaging white suds of shampoo into your hair. the sweet scent of it permeates the steamy air and he can almost imagine that he’s buried in your scent- maybe kissing your neck and biting purple marks into the delicate skin or face buried between your legs. it gives him the perfect opportunity to lean against the cold tiled wall and watch you.

your body’s beautiful, he admires. it’s exactly how he imagined- but better with your pretty tits on show, your nipples pebbling under the warm water and your ass there for him to see plainly- not hidden underneath cotton shorts. gorgeous. everything he’s ever wanted to see from you- he can’t tear his eyes away from you as his dick throbs with pure need, he needs to touch himself, he has to. but what would happen if you see him? would you scream? would you tell your mother, sobbing to her about what a disgusting pervert her husband is? or would you enjoy it? would you be such a little slut that you’d like to see your step-father all hard for you, craving you?

his body shudders as he trails his hand down his boxers, hissing through gritted teeth as his fingers close around the warm weight of his cock, pulling it out from the restrains of fabric. the pressure feels good, a soft sigh falling from his lips and dissipating into the cloudy, perfumed steam building in the bathroom, the steam that smells of you and your shampoo as you hum in the shower, water splashing all over your body as you tilt your head under the shower head. he licks the palm of his hand, wishing it was your tongue running along the veins instead before he wraps it around the shaft of his thick cock, stroking it along with rubs at the sensitive head, thumb swiping across the leaking slit as warm pleasure runs through his veins, heightened as he watches the water rinse down your body. the wet drops cling to your skin, sparkling in the daylight, and carrying down the soapy suds. your tits look so pretty with the water washing off the white foam and ukai pants heavily as he pumps his cock faster, hips jerking as he tries to hold back his moans.

it’s harder when he starts to picture your hand instead of his- how would your small hands look wrapped around his cock, fingertips straining just to reach around the full thickness of his throbbing length- the same hands pushing your wet locks out of your face as you sigh breathily. ukai watches greedily as you run your hands down your body, rubbing your soft skin as the water pours over you. he’s not supposed to see this, but the thrill of it just makes him pump his cock faster, his grip tightening as he rubs the sensitive red head. it’d feel so good to have your hand wrapped around him- or even better, you kneeling before him, maybe just as you look right now. you’d look so pretty with your hair wet, leaking droplets all over your skin and letting them roll down your hard nipples. your pretty eyes would look so beautiful pleading for his cock level with your face, water clinging to your lashes and your pretty, cherry red lips pouting and saliva drooling from your mouth because you’re so hungry for his cock. maybe you’ll let him smear the leaking cockhead over your lips, let them glisten with his precum or slap your hot cheek with his dick, reduce you to nothing more than a little slut.

ukai isn’t sure if he can keep the deep moans that threaten to resonate concealed as you continue to stand under the water, letting it all wash over you with your hands tucked under your chest. it just pushes up your tits more and hot pleasure washes over him as he bucks his hips into his fist, biting so deep into his lip to control the groan that threatens to escape. he doesn’t want to tear his eyes away from you- this beautiful display- but there’s that hot pink on the floor in the corner of his eye and with a quick glance he notices it’s your panties. they’re soft to touch and the thin fabric smells of you as he buries his face in it, cock twitching as he swipes the sensitive head. fuck. this is what it’d be like to be buried between your legs, he realises as he stares at you. this is what you’d smell like if he was fucking your hole with his tongue, nose rubbing against your clit as your wetness drools from your pussy, coating his tongue and smearing across his cheeks. you’d have your legs on his shoulders, thighs pressing into his head and toes curling from how well he fucks you on his tongue. maybe you’d pull his hair- your mother doesn’t do that enough- and be screaming his name, tugging on his blond locks. fuck- he has to taste you and he’s glad for the pink fabric pressed against his mouth to conceal the deep moan that drags from his lips when his tongue presses against the damp fabric.

he freezes when he watches you move, only you’re reaching for the showerhead and confusion etches on ukai’s face as he freezes. his cock is still throbbing in his grip, the angry red head oozing precum and an insatiable desire to cum still flooding him but what are you doing? will you turn to look at him- catching him with his hard dick in his hand and your dirty panties pressed to his face? but you don’t. instead you’re just adjusting the stream to a high pressure jet and hoisting a leg on the side of the bathtub and-

oh.

ukai’s cock twitches and your soft moan filling the damp air drowns out his own groan. so that’s what you’re doing- one hand holds the showerhead to your pretty pussy, the stream of water directly splashing against your swollen clit and the other hand teases between your folds.

so you do touch yourself.

he can see your fingers teasing your pink hole and you eventually slide one in. he fucks his cock into his fist in time to your fingers thrusting in out of your wet cunt, slick and water running down between your thighs and he just wants to know how it feels- how would your spongy walls feel around his cock, hugging his length and letting him thrust deep into your pussy, letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock? he could take you right here- press you against the cold tiles and pound his dick into you, letting your slick coat him and your nails rake down his back as your heavy moans of his name dissipate into the misty clouds of steam. the skin of your thighs would feel so soft to grip and wrap around his hip and your lips would taste so sweet, maybe minty from toothpaste and you’d be moaning his name. he’d swirl his thumb around your swollen clit, let you mewl into his mouth as he sucks on your tongue. like a little nymphet of sin, you’d bite his lips and moan for him as your walls convulse, your wetness gushing all over him and cunt milking him for his cum-

fuck. he tears your pink panties away from his lips when his cock throbs, the coil in his stomach tight. he can’t help the deep grunt that escapes- hoping your moans are loud enough to drown out his but he isn’t sure he cares anymore, not when you’re cumming too. your head falls back, legs trembling as your soft cries echo off the tiled walls, face contorted lewdly. he wants it to be his name- he wants to hear ‘keishin’ fall from your lips over and over as you cum all over your fingers- he wants it to be his cock. he wishes his fingers were your warm cunt as the sticky cum spurts from the throbbing cockhead, splattering over your pink panties and staining them in him. as he pants, his ears ringing and mind rushing, he just wishes his cum was clinging to your skin instead. you’d look so beautiful like that.

ukai’s eyes widen when he looks up from your stained panties and his still-hard cock to meet yours. you’re staring at him, skin hot and jaw hanging open, the hand holding the showerhead trembling as water continues to pour. it’s too loud for the tense silence. coldness strikes through him, heart thudding against his ribcage. what does he say? how does he justify himself?

but you don’t say anything. you just turn away. your body shakes as you refit the showerhead, fingers trembling when you reach for the bodywash and loofah and your sweet humming fills the bathroom, leaving ukai only to wonder how much did you want him there?

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seriouslysnape · 3 years

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Hi!❣️ Your writing is pretty cool, and I love the way you portray Sev, especially!

If it isn't a bother, of course... Could I make a request? Where Snape and the Reader are expecting, and go through all the nine months (like, through things like cravings, mood swings Snaddy has to endure, buying the child's stuff and decorating the room, all of that), till delivery? Only if you'd like the 'prompt', of course.

Wish you a nice day☺️

I LOVE THISSSSSS. YES DAD SEV >>>

Paternal Figure

Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language, Emetephobia, Sexual implications.

Word Count: 5,161

“We’re going to be one happy family.”

“How much longer?” Severus questioned, eyeing the pregnancy test that was lying face down on the bathroom counter.

You looked at your wrist watch that was secured on your trembling hand. You saw that it had been more than enough time for the pregnancy test to do its job. A quivering sigh flowed from your chest as you reached for the test with trembling fingers.

“It should be ready.” You replied.

Severus sat up straighter from where he sat on the bathroom floor, his blood pumping with eagerness and nervousness. You held the test to your chest for a second with your eyes closed and head lulled towards the ceiling.

You and Severus wanted a baby badly. After being married for a few years, the baby fever was becoming harder to resist between the two of you combined. It started out as a casual thing. Severus first briefly mentioned how there was still an empty room in the house that needed to be occupied. You assumed that he meant as an office space or maybe even a large walk in closet.

But when Severus suggested that the two of you turn that space into a nursery, you knew what he was implying. You had always wanted to have kids with Sev. In the beginning, Severus wasn’t totally sure how he felt about having a baby. He wasn’t great with younger people, and he was always afraid he wouldn’t be a good dad.

However, the longer the two of you were together and the more life you shared together, the more he wanted nothing more than to put a baby in you. He wanted to raise a child and teach it all the wonders of the wizarding world. He wanted your baby to be perfect.

The two of you sat and chatted for a long time about it, not wanting to rush into things. It was a huge deal after all; bringing a human into the world was a life changing ordeal. You talked it over, and you both happily agreed that you would start trying for a baby.

You admittedly became a little obsessed with getting pregnant in the first few months. You tracked your menstrual and ovulation cycles much more than usual, eventually memorizing everything down to the minute. You tried any wizard (and even a few Muggle) tricks in the book to increase your chances of conceiving, including basically pouncing on Severus any chance he was around.

If you had a free minute to spare, you were shoving him into bed and having sex with him. At first, Severus found it rather endearing that you were so excited to have a kid, but he became concerned as time went on. Getting pregnant isn’t always a quick process. Some women can so much as look at their husband and get results while some spend a better half of their life trying to even get a positive pregnancy test.

You were proving to be one of the harder cases.

With each negative pregnancy test, the more frantic you became. You felt like your fertility window was closing in on you rapidly, and if you didn’t get pregnant soon, it’d be too late. The first few negatives didn’t phase you much, but by the fifth or sixth, you were feeling discouraged. Severus was much more patient than you during all of this, holding you flush to him when you burst into tears of frustration.

It had become a monotonous and vicious cycle. You’d try to get pregnant, buy a pregnancy test, get a negative result, and fall into a weeping heap onto the bathroom floor. After one particularly hard let down, Severus stepped in. He was rocking your sobbing frame in his arms, hushing you and comforting you as best he could.

He suggested that the two of you take a break for a while, and that maybe you were trying too hard. The stress couldn’t have been good for you as a whole, and maybe taking a more casual approach would be best.

“Here’s what I’m thinking, my love. You and I take this step by step. We continue life as normal,” He said softly; “If you get pregnant then that’s good, and if you don’t, then we remain calm and try again. If much longer goes by, then we can go see your doctor.”

You nodded into his chest with heartbreaking sobs, agreeing that this had taken a huge toll on your body. You apologized for your crazy behavior, but Severus only gave a light laugh and kissed your head.

“No, no, my dear. Don’t be sorry. I want this just as much as you do.” He consoled, sweeping you off of the floor.

You were a bit apprehensive about Severus’ approach to this, but you were willing to try anything. Fast forward a few weeks later, and this was the first test you had taken since taking Severus’ advice.

“Sev...” You croaked out; “What if it’s negative?”

You were sitting against the door in your tiny bathroom, Severus sitting on the wall across from you. Your knees were almost touching one another’s as he replied.

“Then we accept it, take a few days, and try again. It’ll be alright, [Y/N].” He reassured, resting a hand on your knee in a loving way.

You exhaled deeply, already half expecting to be disappointed. You nodded, and quickly flipped the test so you could read it. Your heart hit your feet and bounced back into your ribcage at the sight. You were stoically silent as you stared in silence at the test.

Severus was watching with a clenched jaw, prepared to comfort you in case it wasn’t what you wanted to see. You kept looking at it for a few more seconds to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The double pink lines were as clear as day.

You were pregnant.

Tears filled your eyes, but they were tears of happiness. You turned the test so he could see it.

“It’s positive,” You said, smiling through the tears streaming your face; “We’re going to have a baby.”

Severus’ jaw fell open and stars of delight shot over his eyes. He himself gazed down at the test as if it would explode right in his hands.

“You’re pregnant...” He breathed out.

You nodded, wiping away at the tears with a genuine laugh. A blinding smile appeared on Severus’ face as he moved to pull you into a tight embrace. A few tears leaked from his eyes as well, the two of you mumbling “I love yous” to each other as you cried out the adrenaline and undeniably glee that you were feeling. It had almost been a year since you started trying, and now it seemed that it had paid off.

You were going to be parents.

The first trimester of your pregnancy was less than pleasant. While you were eternally grateful to be carrying your first child, you weren’t too thrilled about the symptoms that came with it. You were violently sick for the first few weeks, basically bringing back up anything you tried to hold down. Even something as mild as pumpkin juice was enough to make you sick just from the smell.

As disgusting as it was, Severus was by your side any time you fell ill.

“It’s okay, darling. Let it all out.” He soothed, rubbing circles onto your back as you let out another hurl.

You seemingly puked up everything you had eaten in the last ten years into the toilet bowl, a new groan escaping your chest every time you had a chance to take a breath. Severus kept your hair out of your face as best as he could, trying not to visibly grimace every time you threw up.

You closed the lid of the toilet for a minute, draping your arm over the top of it and resting your forehead on the heated skin of your forearm.

“Don’t look at me. I don’t want you to see me like this.” You grumbled miserably.

He gave a chuckle, and even though you couldn’t see it, he raised his left hand to reveal his silver wedding ring.

“In sickness and in health.” He said, wrapping his long legs around your from behind, resting his head on your back.

“I think this is an exception to that vow.” You joked, hoping that the relief you were feeling was to signal the end of today’s sickness.

Severus hummed.

“I think that this is exactly what it was referring to,” He corrected, his heart fluttering when you lifted your head with a weak smile; “Just as beautiful as ever.”

You snorted at that, but you were heartwarmed.

“How did I ever deserve you?” You asked, falling into his open arms.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

When you were actually able to have an appetite, you wanted any and every food imaginable. The pregnancy cravings were insanely hard to ignore, and it was even harder to ignore the weird things you craved.

“What...is that?” Severus questioned cautiously as he entered the kitchen, catching you in the middle of biting something he couldn’t even discern.

You looked at him with wide eyes and stopped mid-chomp. You didn’t respond, not even sure how to explain this to him. His gaze averted to the open pantry, and saw that mostly everything had been raided and placed on the kitchen counter. He had noticed that satisfying your cravings had proven to be the most difficult thus far. He inspected the food item in your hand and his stomach lurched when he realized what it was.

“Is that a treacle tart with...” He trailed off, barely able to finish the thought.

You finished his sentence, rather ashamed.

“...pickles.” You confessed.

Severus was sure that his face had turned a nasty shade of green at the thought of your concoction. He shuddered and made you put it down. You had always been creative and experimental in the kitchen, but this was too far.

“Okay, I’ve been supportive of every strange food combination you’ve come up with, but I draw the line at treacle pickle tarts.” He said with a voice full of amusement.

You whined.

“I know it’s weird, but I can’t help it. Everything we have sounds good.”

He scratched the back of his head. He never liked to tell you how to live your life, but there was no way that this was good for you or the baby.

“I don’t think Little One is going to appreciate pickles and desserts.” He noted, placing a hand on your very small baby bump.

“Little One” was the nickname that he had coined for your developing child. You and Severus had decided early on that you wanted to keep the baby’s gender a surprise up until delivery. Severus hated to keep referring to the baby as...well, “the baby”. So he had instinctively come up with all kinds of nicknames along the way.

“Well, I’m pretty sure that Little One is the only reason I want pickles.” You snapped back.

“It’s not the pickles. It’s the pickles with the tart that I can’t stomach.” Severus explained.

You sneered at him, but Severus continued before you could snark back at him.

“I’ll tell you what, princess. How about we whip up a bunch of your favorite foods, and we’ll have a nice dinner together?” He offered.

Your belly grumbled at the sound of that. You nodded in agreement, and you and Severus prepared a heavenly meal.

On top of the all day morning sickness and the nauseating cravings, your hormones were going absolutely nuts. You had never experienced such frequent mood changes like this, and poor Severus was the victim of all your emotional outbursts. It seemed as if you were blowing up at the smallest of details.

“Damn it, Sev. How many times have I told you not to leave your socks on the floor?” You hissed, angrily picking up his dirty socks.

Severus poked his head out of the bathroom that was adjoined to your bedroom, a guilty look on his face.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I left them there.” He said truthfully.

“Just like how you didn’t realize that you left the sink faucet dripping or how you forgot to put the pillows back on the bed when you got up at 10 in the morning?” You mocked, throwing his socks into his laundry basket.

He caught how aggravated you were, and exited the bathroom to talk things over. Severus didn’t want you to be upset with him, but he knew you were just going through a lot of changes and couldn’t really control your emotions well.

“I assure you that I didn’t do those things on purpose,” He said, not even an ounce of irritation in his voice; “I’ll pick up after myself.”

His light and friendly tone made you realize that you had overreacted once again. Severus had not once lost his temper with you, no matter how bad you had nagged him. Your shoulders slumped and you looked at your feet that were close to being covered by your steadily growing bump.

You felt bad for being on his ass about something 24/7. He was trying his best to help you and make your pregnancy as comfortable as possible. You yelling at him all the time wasn’t fair to him.

“I’m sorry, Sev. It’s not you.” You uttered for the hundredth time in the last three months.

He only smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Not to worry, my dear,” He mewled; “I can handle being screamed at for as long as it takes.”

The second trimester was actually easier than the first as far as symptoms goes. Your morning sickness had subsided, you had adapted to your ever changing hormones, and you weren’t tempted to eat everything in sight. While the symptoms were still there, they didn’t completely dictate your life.

You and Severus were well into the finer intricacies of planning for the arrival of your baby boy or girl. You were in the process of converting your extra bedroom into a nursery, which was a challenge for Severus. He was a shitty interior decorator, which wouldn’t be an issue if he hadn’t insisted that he decorate the baby’s room.

Severus wanted to be as involved as possible, never wanting you to think that he wasn’t there for you. You were ecstatic with the idea of him taking charge of the nursery, but you soon realized that wasn’t a good idea.

“We are not painting the baby’s room BLACK, Severus.” You protested, eyeing the cans of black paint on the floor.

Severus had gone out and bought all kinds of paint supplies. Paintbrushes, paint rollers, stencils, tape, etc. He was adamant about doing it all by hand (as opposed to using magic; a suggestion that he was horribly offended at), and had taken it upon himself to buy everything.

You had forgotten that there wasn’t much color interest in the world of Severus Snape.

“And why not? There’s black in other parts of the house.” He argued.

You put your hands on your hips, your back beginning to arch from the weight of your five month swelling belly.

“Yes, but this is a baby’s room. I don’t think he or she is going to like it,” You retorted back; “It’ll be too dark and...scary. I want Little One to be comfortable in here.”

Severus looked around. Perhaps, black was too extreme for such a small human. He looked a tad defeated and disappointed in himself. He was trying his hardest. You caught his dejected look.

“Oh, honey. I know you want it to be perfect,” You said, taking his face into your hands; “We can do it together. Maybe we can sneak a bit of black in here somewhere.”

He nodded.

“So, what color should we paint the room?” He asked.

You looked around this time, biting your lower lip in thought. You wanted to have gender neutral colors, and something that would be cozy for the baby.

“How about we paint the walls white? That way we can add pops of color wherever we see fit.” You said after a moment of thought.

Severus agreed, but was holding to your promise to have at least some black in the room. The nursery was an ongoing project, lasting about a week and a half. The crib was the last item placed in the room, and it was complete. You and Severus stood in the middle, basking in the finished nursery.

“It looks great, S.” You said, looking at the black painted changing table and the mobile above the crib.

“It does. I’m glad you helped me.” He admitted, eyeing the moving pictures on the walls.

You wrapped your arms around your husband’s waist, his lips falling to your head in response.

“We’re going to be one happy family.” You announced.

Severus laughed into your hair, his heart beating with hope.

“We already are.”

You had officially made it past the halfway mark, and your due date was quickly approaching. There was still so much to do, and not a lot of time to do it. Your bump was already huge, and you still had another trimester to go. You were getting to the point where swollen feet and an aching lower back was crippling your ability to go out and do much.

You were laid out on the sofa with Severus rubbing your tired feet. You were fighting the aching pain in your back and legs from the unevenly distributed weight from your midsection.

“I really need to go out today.” You winced as another round of soreness flooded your body.

Severus’ careful hands continued to massage the aching muscles of your feet.

“Why, love? You can surely go on a day where you’re feeling in higher spirits.” He said.

While he wasn’t totally wrong, you were at the point where every day was the same as the last. You had a feeling that you wouldn’t have a “higher spirits” day for a while.

“I suppose I could. But I need to get baby clothes, pacifiers, bottles.” You grunted, exhaling heavily.

You really needed to do this, but you just weren’t feeling up to it. Then you had an idea. Since Severus didn’t get to put all his effort into the nursery, you thought you could give him a second chance.

“Severus, could you possibly go out and buy baby stuff today?” You suddenly asked.

You were honestly expecting him to say no, considering he knew nothing about baby fashion. Instead, his face brightened and he leapt up from the couch.

“Of course! Why didn’t you just ask?” He queried, giddy with joy.

You laughed at his anticipation, giving him a few instructions.

“Alright, Sev. Don’t buy anything ridiculous or anything that’s made of uncomfortable material,” You said; “And do NOT get anything Slytherin related. As much as you would like it, we have no clue what Little One is going to be sorted into when he or she is old enough.”

Severus groaned.

“Not even a-”

“No Slytherin stuff.”

“Well, what about a-”

“No, Severus.”

He groaned again, but accepted your request. As badly as he wanted his daughter or son to be a Slytherin, there was always the chance that they wouldn’t be. He’d love them regardless of what House they were in, but it would tickle him to death if they were a Slytherin.

So Severus went out into Diagon Alley with extra pep in his step, jittery as he went from store to store getting stuff for his little girl or boy. Severus had never paid much attention to baby clothes, and now that he was looking, his heart was swelling with excitement.

There were so many cute sweaters, onesies, socks, and pajama sets that absolutely made Severus burst with joy. He would pick out about a dozen outfits to start out with, knowing that you’d have to go buy more once the baby was older. But each time he thought he had enough, he’d spot two or three more outfits that he just had to buy.

He could not WAIT to see his baby in all of this stuff. It had obviously been a while since he was a child, and he was amazed at all of the new things that had been invented to make parenting easier and childhood more fun.

He bought a pacifier for every day of the week, and enough toys that would last your kid through kindergarten. He bought blankets and stuffed animals and anything else that a baby MIGHT want. Your baby was going to be spoiled to the max.

Truth be told, Severus went a little overboard with his purchases. He came back with no less than ten bags full of baby materials. You not-so-gracefully lifted yourself from the couch when he entered, several bags hooked onto each of his arms. He had a proud smile plastered on his face.

“Oh Merlin, Severus! What all did you buy??” You questioned, eyes bugging out at all the goodies in front of you.

“Clothes, pacifiers, bottles. Everything you asked for.” Severus stated innocently, you rifled through the bags at all the baby wonders.

“And toys, blankets, and stuffed animals.” You finished his list.

You looked at Severus with an entertained smile, his cheeks glowing red.

“I just want Little One to be happy.” He shrugged meekly.

You let out a soft “awh” and captured his soft lips in a sweet kiss. He already loved this baby so much that it melted your heart.

“With you as their dad, they absolutely will be.”

You had never been happier to enter your third and final trimester. You were in the home stretch, and you were so excited to meet your baby. You were about to pop like a balloon and, quite frankly, you had enough of it. Don’t make any mistake about it, you had cherished every moment of being pregnant, but you were ready to get some somewhat decent sleep without being kicked in the ribs every 5 minutes.

Although, with a newborn around, you weren’t sure how much sleep you would get.

Over the course of your pregnancy, Severus had become more and more protective the more your baby grew. Now that your due date was only a few days out, he jumped at any sudden movement or noise. He had eyes and ears like a hawk. He came barreling into the living room, completely naked and dripping with water from where he had just stepped into the shower.

“Darling, what was that? Are you alright?” He asked frantically as if he had just heard an airstrike.

You looked up from your book, readjusting the pillow that was underneath your massive belly to support the weight.

“Severus. I sneezed.” You declared.

Relief washed over him, and he ran a hand through his damp hair.

“Oh. Do you need anything?” He asked you for the millionth time that evening.

You laughed shortly, nodding your head.

“Yes. I’m fine,” You said; “Please try to enjoy your shower.”

Severus had been on your tail nonstop for the last three weeks. Even though most pregnancies go the full 40 weeks, your doctor said that labor could be expected once you hit 36. Sev didn’t want you out of his sights in case you went into labor early. He didn’t want to miss anything.

You had begged him to break away just for a minute, for his sake and yours. He padded back to the shower, ignoring the way his heart was thumping in his chest. You went back to your book, grinning to yourself at your anxious husband.

Once Severus was showered and somewhat calmer, you had grown tired and were ready to get in bed. Growing and carrying a baby had really tanked your energy levels, but Severus didn’t mind going to bed early. As long as he knew you and the baby were safe, he was content.

He laughed out loud when you slid into bed wearing only a pair of panties and a t-shirt that you had used a spell to stretch out. It was the only sleepwear that fit you due to your risen belly.

Getting comfortable was next to impossible, but you had gotten used to it over the last few months. You didn’t mind, because you knew it’d be back to normal soon. Severus was eyeing your tummy, looking to you with expectation once you were settled.

“Go ahead, Sev.” You giggled, knowing what he wanted.

Every single night since you had been pregnant, Severus would rub your belly and tell the human growing inside of you goodnight. Severus shimmied down to where his face was in front of your bump. He lifted the shirt up to reveal your bare belly. He left a kiss on the stretched skin, carefully placing both of his hands on you.

“Hello in there,” Severus said, smiling proudly when he felt the baby move at the sound of his voice; “Are you still kicking your mother?”

You even nodded at that, thinking about all the times that the baby had soccer kicked your ribcage or hit your bladder just right. You placed one hand over one of Severus’, and put your other in his hair as he spoke.

“I’m so ready to meet you. I love you so much already. Other than Mum, I never thought I could ever love someone this much,” Severus spoke gently; “You two are my whole world.”

You rubbed his hair as you listened. Severus had been nothing short of amazing during this process. He was more than you could ever ask for. This baby was going to be loved endlessly.

“I don’t know how great of a father I’ll be. I didn’t exactly have ideal parents. I admit that I don’t have a model to go off of. But I will love you no matter what,” He spoke; “I hope you sleep well, Little One. I can’t wait to see you.”

He pressed another kiss to the side of your belly, before returning to your side. You were misty eyed at his words, turning so you were facing him.

“Oh, Severus. You’re going to be a wonderful dad. I’ve seen the way you love this child,” You assured; “Little One is going to love you. And there’s no one else I’d rather bring a baby into this world with.”

Severus still had a modest amount of nerves, but it was drowned out with joy. He was so ready for this baby.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, Sev.” You whispered back.

You leaned to kiss him, but just as your lips touched, you felt a contraction and a massive gush of fluid flushed out between your legs, soaking both of your lower halves. A startled gasp fell from your mouth, and Severus eyes grew about three times their normal size. You both knew what that meant.

Little One was about to make his/her entrance into the world.

Getting to the hospital from the time that labor began was a blind rush. Severus was positively panicked, which didn’t help your attempts to remain relaxed. He had spent 9 months preparing for this moment, and he was still caught off guard.

The hospital was busy, but you had a team of nurses and doctors ready to go. You were wheeled into a delivery room, your doctor checking to see how dilated you were. He let you know that you had one of the fastest dilations he had ever seen, because you were already at 10 centimeters. There was no time for an epidural or a spell.

It was time to push.

The nurses got your legs into delivery position, Severus taking your hand as the doctor and nurses guided you through it. You gave a hard push, screaming bloody murder and squeezing the circulation out of Severus’ hand.

“You’re doing great, my love. Keep pushing.” He praised you.

Your head fell back onto the pillow with gruff, heavy breaths. You were filled with a pain you couldn’t describe. You needed this baby out. The doctor gave you a second to rest, before instructing you to push again. You took a deep breath, every muscle in your body tensing up as you pushed. Severus scrunched his nose at how badly you were hurting his hand, but he didn’t dare say anything.

The baby’s head and shoulders were out, ear splitting cries echoing through the room. It was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. Severus peeked between your legs, and you saw the way his face filled with pure love as he saw your baby for the first time.

“Oh, [Y/N]. Little One is gorgeous...” He breathed, wanting you to push again so you could be able to see; “Push again, darling. You’re almost there.”

The nurses and Severus were encouraging you as you pushed hard a few more times, your baby finally entering into the world. Severus was a little too squeamish to cut the cord, but he watched every single movement as the doctors and nurses cut the umbilical cord and got them cleaned up. You were breathing heavily, your entire body shaking from the strenuous action. You whimpered out to Severus, who had a better viewpoint than you did.

“Is the baby okay? Please tell me the baby’s okay...” You whined out, desperate to see him/her.

Severus was close to crying, but it was the happiest he had been in his entire life.

“The baby is perfect. You did so well, my love.” He said, kissing your sweaty forehead.

The chaos in the room died down, and one of the nurses had swaddled the crying baby. She gave a huge, kind smile and set the baby in your arms.

“Say hello to your baby girl.” She cooed.

Tears fell from your eyes as she was placed into your arms. Her cries dwindled out at the feeling and sound of your and Severus’ voices. She was the most stunning baby you had ever seen. Severus felt something awaken in him. A side of him that had been itching to come out.

“A girl...oh, a girl.” You cried happily.

Severus sniffed, holding back tears.

“She’s beautiful. She’s perfect.” Sev croaked.

He placed a kiss on her forehead, her small baby whimpers making his heart explode. The two of you sat in silence, raking over your baby’s perfection. After a minute, you looked up at Severus with a smile.

“I just thought of something we have to do.” You said.

Panic flashed over his face again. You had done everything he thought. What could there possible be to do?

“What is that, darling?” He acquired.

You giggled, kissing Severus’ cheek.

“We’ve got to pick a name for her.”

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Daddy’s Favorite Student|DILF!Kim Seokjin x Reader

This fanfic has mature content so please avoid if you’re not 18+.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 18 and Seokjin is about 45 years old), dirty talk, unprotected sex (please use protection people!), creampie, spanking, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving)

“Little girl you have to be fucking quiet if you want to continue doing this.”

You are in the current situation of fucking your project partner’s dad while your partner left to go get food for the both of you. You will never deny the fact that older men have always been much more attractive to you then boys your age. This rendezvous started when your teacher partnered you together with a boy that you weren’t even aware that he was in your class. His name was Kim Taehyung and you had to do your senior project with him to ensure that you would be walking across the stage with your diploma in the spring.

Initially when you were planning out your project with Taehyung he suggested to do the project at his house since it was located right next to a plaza that had a craft store with extensive selections. You rolled your eyes at the suggestion because it definitely had underlying suggestions that you were not interested in. His suggestion was something that you will be forever grateful for. On the first day of working on his project you drove to his house and knocked on the door. You were slightly annoyed since you had a heavy backpack that you were itching to take off since its heavy weight was due to all the craft supplies you thought would be useful.

You knocked again with an even heavier fist to hopefully get a response and this time the door swung open. You were instantly faced with a gorgeous man that definitely was not Taehyung. His broad shoulders had your mouth watering and you were ready to jump this man’s bones. “Oh, you must be Y/N! Taehyung told me you were coming. Sorry for his awful manners, he's in his room right now and he seems to be deaf once he’s in there.” He moved his body to the side to allow you to come inside and you ignored anything he said about Taehyung. You just wanted to stare at his plush lips all day. “I’m his father,” He stuck out his hand for you to shake it and you were in awe with how big his hand was. You knew they were perfect to manhandle your smaller frame. “You can call me Seokjin or Mr. Kim. It doesn’t matter to me I won’t give you a hard time.” He gave you a warm smile and led you to the stairs and instructed you which door was Taehyung’s. You thanked him and wished that you could spend more time with him. You knocked on the door and saw Taehyung open up with disheveled fluffy hair and wearing a white shirt and sweatpants. Definitely a lot more casual than the vintage style he sports at school.

After brainstorming and getting a rough outline of the project Taehyung was generous enough to suggest getting lunch. He originally wanted you to accompany him while he drove to the fast food restaurant of your choice, but you came up with the excuse that you’ll continue to work on the project so there will be less to do after the lunch break. He looked like he was going to try again to convince you, but he just shrugged and went downstairs to get his keys. You spied through his bedroom window to make sure he was well down the street before you proceeded to make your advances towards Mr. Kim. Just the sound of his name gives you butterflies.

You got up from the bed and slowly started to explore the upstairs part of the house and you heard busy fingers typing behind a door and you figured it was Mr. Kim doing some work from home. You tried to suppress a grin from your impulsive thought of him fucking you against his desk and making a mess all over his office. You timidly knocked on the door and held your breath while waiting for an answer. He cracked open the door and made it wider once he saw you. “Y/N is everything okay? Where’s Taehyung?” You slipped past him into his office and he closed his door behind him. “Taehyung went to go get lunch for the both of us and I was bored so I wanted to spend some time while I was waiting!” You gave him a wide smile and he nodded at your response. “Well, I don’t think I can entertain you much since I’m doing work, but you can keep me company till Taehyung gets back.” He pulled out a chair for you to sit and you watched him type away on his desktop computer. After a couple of minutes you knew you had to speed up your plan especially if you wanted to get what you wanted before Taehyung came back.

“Mr. Kim, do you have a wife?” He suddenly spluttered at the sudden question and looked at you from above his monitor. “U-uh no she’s out of the picture.” He tried to keep the answer as vague as possible, but that was all you needed to hear. You got up and made your way around the table and started to rub his back in an attempt to do a faux massage. You started to press your breasts against his back to really get him riled up and this did the trick. “Y/N what are you trying to do right now? I am a father not a teenage boy that does hookups. If that’s what you’re looking for then please go look somewhere else.” His words did not match his actions though and this made you smirk while you continued to rub his broad shoulders. “Mr. Kim, if you really don’t want this you can kick me out right now, but I don’t think that’s what you want.” You purred into his ear and in result he got up and wrapped his hand around your neck. His mood took a 180 and you were getting wetter and wetter by the second.

“Y/N, you better be ready to take whatever the hell I give you since you want to whore yourself out to me. I will make you feel like a fucking whore since you want to be one so bad.” He flipped you and had your body pressed up against the wall. He pulled down your leggings and you felt him already pressing up against your ass. He tapped between your thighs to indicate for you to spread them and you did it with no fight. He started to rub your cunt agonizingly slow to tease you and he let out a low chuckle. “I barely even touched you and your pussy is already so wet and sloppy for me. Christ, you really are a slut. I wonder if Taehyung knows how much of a slut you are.” You shook your head and stuck out your ass to press further against him.

He ripped your panties off and with no warning he slipped two fingers into you with no resistance considering how turned on you are right now. “You definitely are a whore for me, you can take two of my fingers with barely any prep. I wonder if you can take more?” You nodded and this was not the answer he wanted. He removed his fingers from inside you and gave a loud slap to your ass. “Use your fucking words. If you wanna fuck a grown man you’re gonna answer me and give me the respect a grown man deserves.” “Y-yes sir. I want more of your fingers please.” He fulfilled your request and put an additional finger in your pussy and this had you screaming out in please. If he kept this up you would be cumming in no time. You were already starting to clench and Seokjin was having none of it. “You’re gonna cum on my fucking cock and that’s final.” He took out your fingers and he left you as a whimpering mess against the wall.

“Get on your knees and do what useful whores do by sucking my cock.” You obeyed and waited with baited breath. Once he pulled down his pants your mouth instantly salivated. He was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined and it had your whole body tingling with excitement. You took it in your mouth and instantly you knew that you couldn’t get more than half of him down your throat. Seokjin was definitely enjoying the sight of you struggling to deepthroat his dick. “Aw, poor slut can’t even take daddy’s cock. Looks like someone should go back to fucking stupid little teenage boys.” This lit a fire under your ass and you were determined to take more of his cock now. You needed to prove yourself to him. You started to gag around him trying to take more of him and this was enough to bring him close to cumming.

He yanked your hair to remove your mouth and he slapped your cheek indicating for you to stand up. He quickly admired your tear stained cheeks and the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. Your fantasies were coming true when Seokjin came behind you and took one of your arms to bend you across his desk. You spread your legs and felt the excitement inside you when you could feel him lining up against your pussy. In one swift motion he came close to bottoming out in your pussy and you let out a screaming moan that was out of pleasure and pain. “Little girl you have to be fucking quiet if you want to continue doing this.” You tried your best to try and quiet your moans, but he just felt so fucking good. Your pussy started to clench again and you knew the tightening in the pit of your stomach was about to pop. “Yeah, be the little fucking slut you are and cream all over daddy’s big fucking cock. You’re taking me so well baby.” His words of encouragement made you completely let go and you were arching your back from how strong your orgasm was. You knew Seokjin was also close because his thrusts were getting faster and sloppier. “Fuck your cunt feels so good wrapped around me. I bet you want me to cum in you. You wanna be filled with my fucking kids huh?” “Yes fuck please! I want your cum so bad!” This was all he needed to hear and he was dumping his cum deep inside of you and it felt so good.

Once you put your clothes back on you heard the front door open. The timing couldn’t be anymore perfect. “Hey Y/N I’m back! Sorry it took so long. The traffic was crazy. I hope you’re hungry!” “I’m starving! Thanks again for the lunch, Tae.” You scampered out of the office and gave one last wink to Mr. Kim before you went to eat.

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quiet-onset · 3 years

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stw headcanons #2

Summary: Sam meets his match part 2, electric boogaloo

TW: NSFW content, do not interact unless 18+!!!, unprotected sex (just don't do it, guys), choking, allusion to overstimulation, slight degradation, slight d/s dynamic (switch!reader, dom!Sam), mentions of female-receiving oral and spanking

Wasn’t going to write a part two and this is kinda long for a headcanon but @pixieyosi asked for it and I always have sinful thoughts so here we go

The next time you both saw each other was at a group thing. Just a little movie night with Bucky, Sarah, and the boys

Neither of you tried anything risky— mainly for the sake of Sam’s nephews — but god if heated glances weren’t exchanged.

You both were only alone over when you went to get refills for the snacks.

Silently, you’d walked around each other easily, like you’d been doing this for years. Ignoring the tension. But when it came time to return to the living room, Sam pulled you close by the forearm.

“Wanna explain that video?” He whispered lowly to avoid being heard.

“Nope.” You just smiled, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth and walking away.

(Sam had to adjust himself in his pants before returning to the group, but he decided two could play at that game.)

Then, everyday for the next 2 weeks, Sam made it his mission to either A) piss you off enough to make you make a move or B) fluster you enough to make his own.

When you came to training sessions, his shirt would always find its way to the ground. He secretly reveled in the way your eyes were glued to his frame as he dragged the shirt down his sculpted torso, clearing himself of a layer of sweat.

Once while hanging out with Bucky, he notices your new necklace. He waited until Bucky went to the bathroom to compliment it. “Nice necklace.”

“Thanks, Wils—“ You were cut off by your own gasp as he slid one thick finger under the necklace, lightly tugging to pull you closer.

“I wanted a better look.” He chuckled at your wide, lustblown eyes, releasing his hold when he heard the bathroom door open.

Your breaking point was probably when you took pictures together. You were swaying as he kind of knocked you off balance while he stood behind you, a smile on his lips as he pulled you close with his arms around your neck.

Bucky shouted something staying still, so you went to plant your feet solidly on the ground.

But Sam pulled you close. Close enough to feel his hardened bulge digging into the swell of your ass. “You heard the man — stay still.” Sam said as he squeezed you tighter.

You both smiled for the camera, but you could feel your pussy throbbing the entire time.

Finally, at the end of the day, when Bucky decided to head back to his own place, you were both left alone. Leaning on his kitchen counter, you glared at him while he scrubbed at dirty dishes. “You must be really desperate, huh, Wilson?”

“Whatever do you mean, Y/N?”

“You have been trying to get me to slip for the last few weeks now.” You sauntered up behind him, pressing your front to his back. You chuckled when he paused for a split second before scrubbing at his last dish again, then a hand around to his chest. “All because of a little video?” You mocked.

“A little video.” He repeated to himself with a scoff. He tried to ignore your hand as it slid down his chest, over his abs, and down to his groin, cupping his erection through his grey sweatpants.

“Did you like the video, Sam?” You asked, squeezing his bulge. “Did you listen to it with your cock in your hand?”

Sam knew what you were doing, talking to him like that. After all, great minds think alike. You wanted him to break, to give into you nice and easy.

You continued to rub him through his pants as he finished with the final dish, teasing and mocking him all while he washed and dried his hands.

Then, without a second to spare, he spun around to face you and brought one strong hand to your throat. He backed you into the counter as you clutched at his wrist.

“You wanna talk about ‘desperate’? You sent me that video.” He caged you in with his body, giving you no choice but to look him in the eye. “I was happy with my hand and my imagination, used to get myself off thinking about you all the time. But that wasn’t enough for you, was it? You needed more than that. Needed me to know how bad you wanted me.”

Sam was amused by the half-panicked, half-aroused look in your eye. It was almost like you couldn’t believe you were losing this game.

The final push came when he slotted his leg between yours. You could feel his warm cock on your thigh as he pushed his own thigh into your pussy, making your hips buck involuntarily.

He chuckled at the whimper you failed to conceal, giving your throat another squeeze. “If you wanted something from me, baby, all you had to do was ask.”

It wasn’t long before he was taking you, right there in the kitchen counter. His hips slapped up against you with every thrust as he buried his hand in your curls, pulling you close to kiss you and swallow your every moan.

You felt him hitting your G-spot, arching your back as he buried his face in your neck, focused on holding off his own orgasm.

“You feel me, baby?” He groaned in your hair. “Feel me stretching out this tight pussy? Bet it feels better than your fingers.”

You tried to answer him, you really did, but all that came out were moans and whimpers. You hoped that the scratches on his back would suffice.

When he felt your cunt flutter around him, he knew you were close. He chuckled at your inability to speak before pulling you closer, hiking one leg over his shoulder.

He pressed into you, long and hard, and you let out a long drawn-out whine, your orgasm creeping up on you. “Don’t you want to come, baby?” He mocked, remembering your relentless teasing. “Want to squeeze my dick like a good little slut?”

“Please!” Finally, a word broke free that might help you.

“Well, since you’re so polite.” He chuckled, speeding up his thrusts again.

He aimed the head of his cock at your G-spot, hitting it every time without fail. Soon, you fell apart on him, trying and failing to squeeze your legs together.

Sam barely allowed you a break. He pulled you off the counter and spun you around, your ass facing him.

(Of course, he couldn’t stop himself from fulfilling his fantasy of spanking your ass until it was feathered with a deep shade of red under the brown.)

After spending a generous amount of time on his knees, licking through your folds and sucking your clit till you could barely stand, he slid his cock into you once more.

“Y’know,” He grunted as he pulled you up by the hair, wanting to make sure you heard him, “For someone who prides herself on getting what she wants, it didn’t take long for you to give in to me, did it?”

“A hand around your throat and my cock against your thigh was all it took?”

“Maybe you were looking for someone to use you.”

“Not someone.” You choked out as your pussy squeezed around him, a reaction to his filthy words. “Just you, only you.”

Sam let out a deep chuckle at that, a strange sense of pride swelling in his chest. He wrapped his hand around your throat and pulled you closer, arching your back just a bit more as he plowed into you. “That’s a good girl. My good girl, yeah?”

That was when the begging started. He knew what you were begging for, but he wouldn’t give it to you until you said it. “Just ask me, sweetheart, and I’ll give it to you.”

Tears began to fill your eyes as he reached his other hand around to rub your clit in slow circles, a sharp contrast to his rough thrusts into your wet, pulsing heat aimed at your G-spot. “Please, I need to come! Wanna come while you fill me up.”

“What a good girl, askin’ for what you want.” He praised, rubbing your clit in fast, tight circles. He felt his own orgasm coming fast, his balls tightening with every thrust into your heavenly cunt. “C’mon, come all over my dick, baby. Milk my cock with your pussy.”

You weren’t sure when your orgasm hit, but the white-hot pleasure practically blinded you, made more intense by the fact that Sam hadn’t stopped thrusting.

One breathtaking orgasm strung into another as your knees began to buckle. He held you up through his last few rough thrusts before his cock twitched inside you, shooting his come deep inside your pussy while you shuddered around him.

His groans and deep, slow thrusts that pushed his come back into you made you whimper as he placed open-mouthed kisses across your back.

“I know we did this backwards,” He said in between deep breaths, “But I would really like to take you on a date.”

You let out a breathless laugh, “As soon as I can walk again, we can go wherever you like, Sammy.”

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aetheternity · 3 years

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I'll admit it's exciting. (Armin x reader)

Synopsis: Being your professor's dirty little secret. His pet.. Sounded too good to refuse.

Warning: Smut in the later chapters! 18+ only

"Good girl.." Your lip tucked itself beneath your tooth. Spine tingling at the intoxicating scent surrounding you.

You coaxed a breath off your lips as the almost inaudible creak of the desk under your professors weight made you sit up straight. His arms locking you in place.

You looked into his soft blue eyes feeling a tinge of entrapment at the way he had you locked in.

"Do you understand now?" His surprisingly large hands caressed your shoulder.

"Y-yeah." If you could see your own face you'd probably be embarrassed but you were currently helpless to the tiny bits of touch he allowed you.

Your elbows pushed you up just a little bit closer to his chest. His touch disappearing too soon.

"I think you'll be ready for the test in a couple days." And suddenly every bit of him was walking away and back to sit at his desk. "You should still study though. This stuff has been difficult for you."

~~~~

"Y/N."

The tip of your nail stayed fidgeting between your lips.

"Y/N."

Words flew through your brain but it all continued to just be flushed straight out again.

"Y/N!" The book flew from your grasp landing with a clatter that attracted glances from all angles.

"Are you alright Y/N?" Eren asked, concern etched into his deep sapphire eyes.

You let out a harsh exhale. "I was, until Sasha stopped my heart." You held a palm up to your chest, glaring over at Sasha.

Mikasa blinked boredom sunk into her features. Her cheeks forced into the palms of her hands as her elbows stayed firmly planted into the table. "New class?"

You nodded, shutting your binder before promptly flipping it open again.

"You'll be fine." She muttered, staring at you with her own version of concern.

"How can you say that? I had to transfer from a different class a month after the semester already started. You know how much stuff I've already missed! Not to mention I had originally thought this class was gonna be next semester me's problem." With a groan you let your head flop harshly onto the mildly sticky table in front of you.

"I think what Mikasa was trying to suggest was that Mr. Arlert has always been said to be a very gentle and caring professor." Sasha said

"You can always take office hours if you really have a hard time." Eren suggested

"Thanks Eren, but I think you're forgetting that I hate doing anything outside of class that won't immediately get me a passing grade."

Eren just shrugged, moving to stuff his notebooks into his own bag. All of them genuinely looking as though he'd just reused them from high school. Each one with a rip in the first page or the spiral unraveling.

"Welp it's 2:00." Sasha reminded you. And you groaned so loud you could practically feel the stares from other tables touching your soul.

"Maybe I'll fall down the stairs and break my ankle before I get up there." You slung your bag onto your shoulder hanging your head as you walked off.

"I'll have your favorite donuts in my room after you get out!" Sasha called

"You should've started with that!"

You made the walk so much longer by dragging your feet up every stair individually and rubbing a finger to your temple. So much so that it surprised you when you walked into the classroom and no one was in there except..

"Oh hello."

Hot..

So so very hot..

His smile sparkled only futher brightened by his deep blue eyes. His short blond hair parted slightly over his forehead. His blue button up was cuffed up against his forearms revealing a very slender but still fairly muscular set of hands. He probably had a nice chest too.

"You must be Y/N." He chuckled and before you could reassociate he was giving you a whole new list of things to think about as he bent over his desk to retrieve a piece of paper.

"Here's the syllabus. You're starting kinda late so it will be helpful to you to come to office hours. My office hours are at the bottom here." When he reached forward to point his scent caught you by surprise. A sweet almost fruit like smell wafted up your nose. "I hope you'll catch on quickly. Sit wherever you'd like."

His remark barely registered in your mind, your mouth hung open immediately slamming shut as the class quickly began to fill.

Before you could get swept up by the people flooding into the room you made your way to the front plopping down into the seat closest to the window. When you looked up again from where you'd yanked your binder almost haphazardly out of your bag, you caught the quickest wink you'd ever seen in your entire life.

Or maybe it was your imagination.

But the way he leaned a little closer when he approached you wasn't.

"Front row? Good choice."

Regardless of the heart problems he'd recently caused you he was moving on. Quickly silencing the class and starting the lesson.

Hot.

The only thought racing through your head.

Hot. Hot. Hot..

He was pretty! When he turned off the light his eyes didn't dull in the almost blinding way in which they shone. His hair fluttered over his forehead and ears and his shirt seemed to hug his chest tighter every time he reached up to turn off the projector or even just to reach a high spot on the board.

You already knew everything from today was going in one ear and out the other but it was really hard to give a damn when your professor's pants cupped his ass they way they did. His dark shoes clicked across the floor and-

"Do you understand any of it? I know it's your first day."

You blinked up at him hoping your eyes weren't as wide as they felt or that you weren't popping your mouth open and close like a suffocating fish.

He smiled, flipping the paper on the desk around till it faced him. "Can I?" He reached for the tip of your pen and as you let it go your fingers brushed in probably the strongest current of static that had ever touched your body.

"Don't worry ok this is just a practice test I wanna see what you know." He said, leaving a couple marks on the paper. He then pointed to the two empty test questions. "Don't leave anything blank ok."

This time when he walked away you were without a doubt certain he'd winked. When you looked down at your paper again you could see 3 checks on the paper in the light blue ink you were using and a little smiley face in the corner.

Your chest honestly had no right fluttering the way it did over something so trivial.

The class was only an hour and forty minutes but when it was over you felt like you'd only been seated there for ten minutes. When you handed the test paper back he sent you one final wink that made your knees buckle.

"See you next time." He said and you had to forcibly stop yourself from shuttering.

You half speed walked half ran out of there as soon as his classroom door had shut behind you. All the way to Sasha's dorm room.

You slammed it open already knowing Sasha only kept it locked when she wasn't in there. Your chest was heaving and you held onto the door frame for support. Noticing the immediate and visible flinch from Eren and Sasha.

"He's. Hot!!" You gasped for air before walking in and sinking to the floor in front of Sasha. She didn't budge as you fell against her shoulder just wrapped an arm around your shoulders hugging your back. "Oh god he's so hot.." You breathed into Sasha's collarbone.

"Looks like she did learn something." Eren muttered

"No! You don't understand he's like so pretty!"

Mikasa didn't even try to hide the way she rolled her eyes and Eren just sighed.

"Aww you've got a crush on your professor that's adorable." Sasha said, reaching into the box next to her, grabbing your favorite donut she pushed it into your open mouth pulling it back slightly to allow you to chew.

You sobbed a little before sighing and falling back into Sasha's neck. "What the hell am I gonna do?" You sighed

"Focus on passing the class is probably the first step." Eren replied

"Now you're just being silly." You replied, rubbing your fingers into the floor.

Sasha brought the donut back up to your lips smiling as you took another bite. "I wanna see him now! Isn't he the really young professor? Like he's supposedly only twenty five as of recently and got hired less than a year ago."

"Yeah.." You quickly put your password into your phone, turning the screen so Sasha could see.

Mikasa and Eren scooted closer as Sasha took a closer look. "He is pretty." Mikasa was the first to speak.

"Why do you just have his picture pulled up? How're you already being creepy?" Eren questioned

You scoffed, "I just happened to be looking on Instagram during a quick bathroom trip.. and I just so happened to look for him.. it's his fault for making it easy." You snatched the donut from Sasha taking a bigger bite.

"Yeah no I agree with Eren this is cree- AW HE HAS A DOG!" Sasha snatched the phone zooming in on the puppy in his lap.

"Actually it's his family's dog. Her name's Pumpkin and he goes home as often as possible to see her. A small two hour train ride to be exact." You sigh briefly "I've never really liked Terriers as a dog breed but that one's so cute.."

"Is the dog cute or is it the guy holding her?" Mikasa questioned with a little smirk.

"Not helping Mikasa.." Eren interjected "What are you even thinking? No matter if you like professor Arlert or not he has to keep it professional and so do you."

"Eren, look at the puppy." You took your phone from Sasha turning the screen back to face him.

He glanced down at the image then back into your eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"Puppy!"

"Creepy!" He pressed the power button on your phone and you deflated against Sasha's legs letting your phone turn over onto its face.

"I'll never understand why you don't go for a degree in hacking or something the way you always manage to pull up information on people." Mikasa shook her head.

"Probably going to be stuck with more math classes for one and secondly when I become a supervillain I don't need everyone knowing it was apart of my major." You replied, with an exaggerated eye roll.

Sasha shrugged, "If it was your major I'm pretty sure everyone would understand your descent into madness."

"I can't believe you just said that.." Eren groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"Me or her?" You asked

"Yes!"

~~~~

Thursday came too soon. Or maybe you should say, finally Thursday is here! You jumped back and forth between the two but by the time you slid into the honestly uncomfortable classroom seat and placed your bag between your legs you knew exactly what you felt.

"Professor!" A female's voice caught your attention and you turned slightly to see a short brown haired girl running into the classroom.

"You were right about what I was missing! Once I applied what we talked about in office hours it became so simple."

"That's what I like to hear Petra." He winked as he flipped through a stack of papers on his desk.

Wait, had he always done that to all the students or had you just not noticed last time? You felt your shoulders hunch but they were instantly picking back up again as he slid a piece of paper onto your desk.

"You did pretty well on that practice test. Seems like you'll be up to speed in no time." He smiled, a deep warm smile that made your stomach squeeze.

Your lips curled upwards and you quickly moved to hide it behind your paper as he walked away.

"You too huh?"

You felt your skin practically vibrate but you hoped and prayed it wasn't too noticeable.

"Wh-what?" You glanced over at the girl Petra who sat only one desk away from you. Her features flat and her eyes dark in the middle an almost scary contrast from earlier.

"You're into him too?" She muttered

Was it that obvious? Stupid question. How could you be so obvious?

"I don't think you'll win out." She continued and before you could question it, she pointed to the back row.

It seemed almost like a tussle as Mr. Arlert was being held hostage by another young female holding his hand. He smiled mildly awkwardly as he spoke with her, nodding his head to everything her and the other girls surrounding her said. The first girl running a thumb over the back of his hand.

You felt your skin prickle and you exhaled loudly. "So.. I'm guessing you too.."

Petra blinked at you then quickly shifted around in her seat. Mr. Arlert quickly approached the front of the room clapping to get the classes attention. And with that the lesson was beginning.

You noticed from the clap at the beginning of class to the last word uttered that not one word in Mr. Arlert's lesson had actually registered in your mind. Your thoughts too full of Petra's words, her blank almost villainous expression as she'd talked.

And that girl's hand. That annoying girl in the back row. You peeked your head back there looking at the now empty chair. In fact the entire classroom was empty and had been for at least 15 minutes since you continued to struggle with stuffing your binder back into your apparently shrunken bag.

"Need help?"

You bit your lip and looked away as he came closer. You weren't really standing up straight but you immediately noticed the way he towered over you. His fingers so delicate in the way they brushed over yours sliding the irritating object into the confines of your bag.

"Thank you.." You whispered

He chuckled, "No problem, happy to help."

His eyes didn't leave yours for an almost uncomfortable amount of time so you shifted your feet backing away a little. He seemed to notice and placed a hand on the back of his neck, backing up himself.

Oh no. Now he was getting uncomfortable.

He made his way back over to his desk but not before you'd slipped in something to ease the tension. "Sorry for over staying my welcome.."

He let out a soft chuckle. "You're not bothering me plus there are no classes in here for two hours after mine on Thursday. You can stay as long as you'd like."

"O-oh." You face palmed internally at your stupid reply. "So.." You began again. "Do you mind if I asked you how you're such a young professor.."

His eyes flickered up from the work he'd been filling out. "Well, I skipped a couple grades and I was in college by 15. I'm actually still in college now but I was an assistant teacher at 18 for about three years for a high school a couple blocks from here before I became a full fledged teacher and then I worked at the same school as a teacher for three more years before I finally left and started teaching here."

It should've been obvious from the start that he'd worked tireless hours of school to get here at such a young age. Not to mention probably having worked just as hard in the gym. He'd only leaned back a little bit in his chair but it was enough for you to have a perfect mental image.

Your eyes flicked up to his much softer more.. Arlert like smile? Maybe? It just felt like the kind of smile he'd give a friend and less like the smile he used in the classroom. Not that that one felt fake, just.. different.

"Do you.. I mean.. have you always had girls?.." His eyebrows scrunched as you spoke. You pointed to the back of the classroom. "You're young I mean, do girls always touch you like that?"

He blinked up at the ceiling then back down to you. Your breath hitched as he pulled himself up from the desk walking closer to you.

"As soon as they find out I'm not that much older than them? Yeah."

You probably should've stopped but your brain was suddenly working independently. "Does it?.. Do you like that kind of attention?"

He sat down on the desk crossing his arms over his chest and his leg over his knee. He spoke his head. "Not normally no."

"Normally?"

He stood again but this time he stopped directly in front of you. Sharp blue eyes cold and yet warm and vibrant. The desk creaked under your weight as you leaned back into it. His hands at your sides, his breath tickling your upper lip.

His thumb came up to graze your cheek but was quickly removed and planted back on the desk. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded way too eagerly and-

So so so much softer than you'd even thought imaginable. His nose rubbed against yours and he was pulling away. Too soon.

You grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him back to you. Immediately delighted by the warm touch of his pretty pink lips.

He pulled back and you yanked him forward. Over and over again with soft peppered kisses. And then one slightly longer one where he was comfortably mushing his lips against yours.

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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OMG WAIT I MEANT 74 not 17 i’m so sorry

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”, “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

smut masterlist.

“bro, have you heard from y/n? i sent her an email about a couple dates we’ve got coming up but she hasn’t replied,” grayson addressed him brother about the whereabouts of you, their assistant. after not hearing from you for a few hours, he was beginning to worry.

he quite frankly didn’t care about the dates, the overloading schedule or the work you were paid to do, he just needed peacr at mind to know if you were ok. he cared for you more than he liked to admit aloud. some call it love, but you were their assistant and he had to keep it strictly professional for the sake of his business.

“yeah, she phoned in sick. bro, he cheated on her, again,” ethan rolled his eyes at the mention of your boyfriend- well ex boyfriend. a man both twins disapproved of almost immediately after you introduced him to them. they were good judges of character and max, the spawn of satan in grayson’s eyes, failed the test the minute he stepped foot into their home.

grayson took a deeper hatredto max than ethan did. yes he was extremely jealous, but you also deserved to be treated like the queen you were and max certainly did not fit those standards. hell, grayson was starting to question if he even did. you needed him more than ever right now and there he was spamming your inbox with more work you certainly weren’t in the right frame of mind to deal with.

without even responding to his brother, grayson took off in hurry and headed straight to your apartment, blood boiling and body tense. a drive he had driven many a times before but tonight held a completely different meaning. he knew it was wrong, an invasion of privacy , but he was so concerned about you, that he used the key you gave him for emergencies to let himself in. your broken heart was the biggest emergency he could ever imagine. you needed him. he needed you.

“y/n! you in here?” graysons pushes the your front door open with slight force, desperate to see you and comfort you in his arms. his heart broke at the sight of you bundled up on the sofa, surrounded by snotty tissues and empty food wrappers you used to eat your feelings away. you looked a mess, a broken shell of a human, however, you had never looked more beautiful in his eyes.

“angel-”

“gray? what are you doing here.. i saw your emails, i-i promise im not ignoring you, i just-”

“y/n, its ok. ethan told me what happened and i just needed to see if you were alright,” you immediately tried to make yourself look presentable in front of your boss. even though it was no use, to far gone, you always wanted to look the best for grayson- in prayers he would find you as attractive as you found him.

“i know you never liked him always. i guess this is an i told you so?” you tried to lighten the mood like you always did in uncomfortable situations- one thing grayson admired the most about you. you could sense just how pissed grayson was as he stood there with a tense jaw and clenched fists. was it wrong to find him sexy in that moment.

grayson took a seat next to you with caution, his hand subconsciously finding its place on your thigh and rubbing small comforting circles you never knew you needed until today. his touch held more of spark then anything with max during your entire relationship . you felt all your sadness suddenly wash away the minute grayson eyes burned into yours- and that’s when you knew you were in too deep.

the moment is peaceful, grayson laughs at your little joke but would never say the words ‘i told you so’, no matter how much he wanted to. you went though enough misery, he didn’t want to add to that. he wanted to save you from it. so instead, you simply bathed in the attention he was providing, your eyes holding his gaze as you soon felt yourself leaning in closer.

grayson’s body felt a gravitational pull towards you, unable to resist the urgers as he felt your hot breath fan over his face. his lips so close to your own, he could almost taste you. “y/n, i don’t wanna take advantage of you. you just got out of a serious relationship, as much as i want to i-“

“kiss me, grayson. please,” you whisper. pleading with the man of your dreams to take your heart and make it whole again. he made no effort to create a distance between you when he voiced his doubts, and that in turn had you crashing your lips together in a heated, desperate make out.

grayson grew more confident the more you kiss. already addicted to the taste of your lips as he gradually lowers his body down to hover over your own. staring down at you like a kid on christmas opening his most wished for gift. you could sense the uncertainty in his eyes whenever he would pull away and admire you. taking in the moment of finally having you. it warmed your heart at how gentle he was being, how attentive and soft. something you had been deprived off in your previous relationship.

“gray, i want this,” your hands connect around his neck to bring his head down and meet your lips once again. needing him more in the moment, that nothing else in the world truly mattered. in seconds you’re both stripped of your clothes, panting and whimpering with each other as grayson’s hand danced over your thighs. spreading your legs and admiring the glimmering sight of your slick pussy. it was prettier than he had ever imagined.

“i’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forget you ever even met that asshole.”, his words held meaning, all his pent up anger and emotion towards your failed relationship coming out as he does just that. rubbing the tip of throbbing dick around your hole, before slowly pushing in and allowing you to adjust to his size.

he was bigger than max that’s for sure. he had more girth and certainly knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing a lady. grayson hit all the right spots you never knew existsed inside your own body, his penis hitting lengths deep inside you that had your toes curling and nails digging into the delicate skin of his back.

“fuck, gray. faster, faster, ahh,” you throw your head back in utter euphoria. grayson bouncing off your moans and sexual energy as he pulled out briefly to tease you, before thrusting so hard into your folds that it had you jolting into his body. his hands held dominance on your hips, sure to leave bruising and mark his territory.

“you like this huh, mama. i bet he never made you cum, bet he never had you screaming, had you squirting and shaking like the little slut you are.”

this was a completely different and new side to grayson you had ever seen. the way his skin was slapping aggressively against your own, his balls hitting the curve of your arse with each and every thrust. his words- his filthy mouthwateringly pleasurable words had you on the very brink of the best orgasm of your life.

“tell me who’s pussy this belongs to,” grayson growls through gritted teeth. bringing a hand down to slap at the bud of your clit and rub at the sensitive area. it worked wonders in bringing you closer to cream around his dick.

“tell me, y/n or i stop.”

“yours! it’s yours, gray- shit,” you extend your head agasint the couch with a hearty moan. the feeling in your stomach so intense it has your body squirming under him. a fucked out sight he engraved in his memory.

“call me selfish, but i don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” grayson never intended to go soft in such an intimate moment. he wanted to keep up the dominant act to please you, to show you what you had been missing out on and could very well have at the click of your fingers. but at the way you looked so wrecked from his motions, reacting to his cock and clenching around him, fitting in every inch he had to offer, had him falling in love with you a thousand times over.

“i love you- fuck, i love you, gray,” your confession brings him to a suddent hault. his penis stopping still buried inside your folds as he stared down at you with disbelief. was he dreaming? was this just another figment of his imagine? he was stunned. speechless. motionless.

“i mean it, grayson. i know i-i shouldn’t, but i love you. it’s you, it’s always been you.” overcome with such confidence, you bring your shaky hand up to brush the pad of your thumb against his delicate cheek. melting under him as you witness the biggest and brightest smile you had ever seen on such a beautiful man. a work of art.

the moment couldn’t have been more intimate. your body’s conjoined together, holding each other close and breaking the professional boundaries that were long forgotten. it was you and grayson, how it always should have been and will be till the end of time.

“i love you, baby. more than you’ll ever realise,” grayson leans down to kiss you. a smug feeling knowing he can now whenever he wanted to without reason, he could display his love for you without having to hide his true feelings. he feels your walls pulsating are around him as he made love to you. making him forget all about the life changing moment of your confession and continuing to fuck your tight cunt and show you that you made the right decision in falling in love with grayson dolan.

“now, let me show you what a real man feels like, baby. not gonna stop till i got you squirting around my dick a milliont times. we got some making up to do.”

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enigma-im · 3 years

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Fourth Day of Christmas...

Trope: Damsel in Distress (Trigger warnings) Relationship: Dragon x Human Word Count: 7,990

Nobody knew about the Dragon living in the old castle. When the crew went over to tear it down they woke him. The task of collecting bricks seems shallow to the lives lost at the jaws of the mighty beast. All who near his home face a treacherous death, few make it back to tell the tale. The king grows restless, stubborn, and bitter about the loss of an abandoned castle. It meant nothing to him at first and now it means everything.

"Father, when are you going to get out of this stuffy office," I ask, pulling back the curtains. The room has taken on a sour smell, the king being the center of it. The litter decorates his desk and floor, piles of paper stacked on the edges of the table.

"When I'm done," he winces at the light," you understand, darling, the wretched dragon still runs amok. I cannot rest while he kills more of my people."

I scoff, picking up the crumpled pieces of paper," wouldn't have to worry about that if you just left the stupid thing alone."

"Excuse me," he snaps," would you rather have the beast fly down to our part of the world and snatch up our people for his meals? I say, I had you pictured as a better princess than that." I bite back a remark. I cannot have this argument again. Nowadays it's all we can talk about, that cursed scaled bird.

I straighten his station and much as I can, first wanting the excuse to speak with him and now wishing to leave as soon as possible. That dragon has twisted him, turning all his thoughts to destroying it and wearing its hide as armor. This ridiculous feud hasn't gotten us anywhere, just more people dead.

Wondering the castle I try to find ways to entertain myself. With father busy calling out for help to the knights of the area he no longer has time for me. I'm so narcissistic to assume he should only cater to me but I was his sidekick in matters of the kingdom. It was nice being useful for that short time. I sigh, looking up at the painting decorating the halls.

"I just want something to do," I mumble," I wish he would stop bothering with that stupid dragon."

The afternoon rolls into night with another day wasted roaming the halls. I retire to my room, falling into my bed with an annoyed huff. Tossing and turning all through the night as sleep evades me. How can one sleep when they haven't done anything during the day to earn it? A crack of thunder sounds in the distance, though no light shines through the window. I lay back and listen for the rain.

Closer now thunder echoes around me, startling my body into sitting up. I look towards my balcony, trying harder to listen for rain or see the bright flickers of light. I hear nothing, I see nothing. Getting up out of bed I walk over to the double doors, pulling back the curtain to look out at the land. Seeing nothing I open the door.

Walking out onto the balcony I take the moment to admire the dimly lit kingdom below. I soon look to the sky, seeing the beautiful starry night. Not a cloud in sight despite the loud cracks of thunder. Confused, I turn back to my room.

As I walk for my doors I catch movement out the corner of my eye. I freeze. Turning slowly a gut dropping sight greets me. Hanging off the roof, latched onto the side of the wall, is a crimson dragon. It's golden eyes watch me, it's clawed hands gripping the banister of the balcony.

"Evening, princess," he purrs, his tongue slithering out. I recoil a step, dumbfounded and terrified as I grab at the door. Not looking away from him I slowly try to tug the handle towards me. His large head turns as the hinges creak. He stretches out his wings, pushing it back just as slowly as it was opened.

"Let's not make this harder than it needs to be," he crawls onto the balcony," I have no intentions of harming such a delicious looking morsel." I gulp, taking another step back as he approaches. He cuts off the door, circling me, guiding me towards the railing. I jump when my back hits the wood beam, steadying myself as I grab it in a tight grip. He regards me with amusement, stalking closer till his face is in front of mine.

"Please," I whimper, turning away. His horridly warm breath fans over my face, his tongue slithering out inches from my cheek. I shake in terror, wanting to scream, or run, or… something.

"Pretty, pretty," he sniffs at my hair," you would make a fine addition to my hoard." his claws trail over my waist as he guides me away from the banister. I stiffen at his touch, walking forward in hopes of lessening the contact. He tugs me against his chest, his warmth invading me. Without preamble, he crouches, stretches his wings, and launches into the air. I hear the balcony crack, the rails snapping off from the force.

I scream, clenching the damned beast tighter as he begins his ascent over the kingdom. My nails dig into his skin, feeling his laugh against my chest. He lets out a triumphant roar as he flies over the plains, his roar sounding similar to thunder. I whimper, clenching my eyes shut and hoping for a swift death.

We land in the ruins of a castle, falling through the caved-in roof of the main room. He stomps through the halls, his nails biting into my waist and his scales rubbing into my skin. We twist and turn down many halls till we enter a large bedroom. He sets me down, gentle to my surprise. I watch him waddle away towards a broken frame of a bed. The mattress sits on the floor surrounded by a large number of pillows and blankets, a nest. He plops down, resting like a dog with his chin on his hands.

I look at him confused, barely taking in the rest of the room as I fear for my life. What should I do now? Surely he plans to eat me as one last insult to the king. To pick my bones clean and personally deliver them to the palace front steps. That gruesome images plan on and on in my head till I'm trembling in the center of the room. This will be my final resting ground.

"Sit down! I'm not going to hurt you, princess," the dragon chuffs, smoke escaping from between his teeth. I jump at his gruff voice, grabbing at my chest in fear.

"W-what," I ask. I watch him twist his head towards me, eyeing me lazily.

"Do you assume I wish to eat you," he cocks a brow. I furrow mine confused.

"Well, of course, you are the man-eating dragon of old Brittania castle. Everyone knows of your appetite for men," I explain," what else would you do with the likes of me?"

His eyes roam over my body as he answers," I can think of a few things I could do with you." I stutter on his meaning, heat blossoming over my cheeks. Surely he didn't mean that.

"I-I have no uses, sir, I cannot think what I could possibly do for a dragon besides be his meal," I fidget, shifting weight from side to side.

He snorts," you clearly haven't entertained many men if you believe you have no uses for the likes of me."

I scoff at his insinuation," are you being crude?"

"No, I'm being lewd. Crude would mean I'm being simple or unrefined. I'm being more perverse and sexual," he explains. I'm caught off guard by his words, it rather educated than most. Even though he has been immodest, I'm near impressed with his explanation.

"Well, I have no use like that in either definition," I huff," if I may be so bold as to make a request, eat me if you wish to do anything lewd."

"Well, here I thought you would be stuck up and boring. Foolish of me to assume a spawn of king Fjord wouldn't be anything but," he looks away again, resting his eyes. I wait, expecting more from this strange conversation but he stays put. I almost feel brave enough to demand answers but seeing his large tail lazily flick a pillow aside stops that. So many questions run through my head as I stand in the room. There surely has to be a purpose for kidnapping me. I cannot be so ignorant to assume it's for money like normal men. What would a dragon even do with gold?

My legs grow tired, forcing me to sit against the farthest wall. I debate leaving, looking to the open door many times. I try to recall the journey from the main room to here, remembering the collapsed ceiling blocking the main exit. Even if I managed to sneak out of the palace, how would I get home? I do not know my way from here to there. The journey would be spent getting lost and starving to death if the animals don't get to be first. I drop my shoulders and sigh. No, it seems to stay put is sadly my best option.

The morning I awake to loud stomping shaking the floor. I startle awake, wincing as my back pops. My shoulders ache as I lean over my legs. Stretching I try to alleviate the pain some, failing utterly. This is as bad as when I fall asleep in the stables after playing outside too long. Though this is perhaps a tad worse. My shoulder pops as I raise my hands above my head and groan.

"All these pillows and blankets and you didn't think to grab one, or even sleep on the bed," the dragon says. I stiffen, looking to the beast.

"I wasn't sure if I'd be allowed," I answer quickly. He chuffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

"a princess who doesn't take without asking, surely the world's gone mad," he laughs dryly. I grimace, hating the jab more than I can admit.

"I was raised by good parents who taught me to ask first," I bite back, stretching out my legs with another groan. He watches me, sizing me up before rolling onto his back.

"Excuse me, I've never met any royalty who could be accused of 'being raised right'," he wiggles on the blankets, scratching his back," you all are a bunch of greedy bastards who will take anything even if force is necessary."

"Bold of you to say having taken me from my home," I scoff under my breath. He rolls back onto his stomach, arching his back. It's fascinating to watch him move, the light from the window making his scales shine. I've never seen a dragon besides in picture books, this is truly a once in a lifetime sight. Even if he looks smaller than I'd imagine.

"food," he grunts," what should a man-eating dragon eat for breakfast?" he looks to me, licking his teeth. I recoil, flattening my back to the wall to be further away. He crawls off his nest, stalking towards me with smoke rolling out his nose. I shuffle onto my feet, stumbling to the farther corner of the room. He prowls as I try to find anything to fight him with, my corner lacks proper protection. As he steps closer I nearly whimper, not wishing to die so soon in my life. He reaches out a claw, snatching my shirt and forcing me on my rear. Towering above me he licks at my cheek, humming to himself.

"Sweet," he purrs. His maw opens, his teeth grazing my skin as he covers my neck. My heart beats wildly, making my head dizzy with the rush. I shut my eyes. His teeth press hard enough to dimple my skin, his tongue slathering my neck in spit. Before I can pass out from the adrenaline, he lets go.

"Looking a bit pale there, princess," he chuckles," you don't actually think I'll eat a pretty thing like you?"

I squint my eyes open, looking at his amused face. Confused, I turn back to him, watching as his lips curl into a smile.

"Of course I assumed you would," I snap," why else would I be here if not to fill your belly?"

He purrs," perhaps to let me fill yours?" I gawk at him, flustered at the suggestion. He barks out a laugh, taking a few steps back.

"lewd," I cross my arms," Lewd and mean."

He shrugs," I've been called worse."

The dragon waddles out to a side room. The doorframe is broken with the archway crumbled on the floor. I wait patiently for him to return, still confused about my purpose here. At the palace it was clear what I was to do and not do, as of lately it was a whole lot of nothing. The dragon returns dragging in a half mauled cow. He drags the horrid thing beside his bed, lounging on the pillows before feasting on the creature. I watch in disgust as he shoves his snout into the open chest. He tugs off a piece of meat, chewing happily as he looks over to me.

"Want some," he asks, nodding to the meat. I cringe at the meat, looking at him equally grossed out.

"I think I would literally die if I ate that," I answer.

He huff," drama queen. It's this or nothing."

"Then it's nothing, I can't eat raw meat," I answer.

"Can't eat ra-," he shakes his head," humans are too much."

I watch as he tugs off another piece of meat, pulling it out his mouth with pinched claws. He holds the morsel out in front of himself, lightly blowing on it. The air around his fingers seems to waver as if extreme heat is being applied. The meat begins to brown the longer he blows till the smell of cooked beef scents the air. He inspects the meat, nodding in approval before looking to me.

"there, cooked," he stretches his hand," now stop being difficult." I look from him to the meat. I'm reluctant to crawl over to him, still thinking of his neck clasped in his mouth. Crawling over I snatch the meat before retreating back to my corner. I take a tentative nibble, acknowledging its lack of flavor.

"Thoughts," he asks around another mouthful.

I chew the tough meat," it's dry."

He snorts," can't say that I'm a high-class chef. People generally say thank you but I guess I shouldn't expect that from royals."

I eat the rest of the meat, choking it down before I can think too much about it. The dragon inhales his meal like a savage, ripping and clawing at the meat with small growls.

"Thank you," I mumble. I couldn't figure he would hear me over the sounds of his loud chewing. Huddling in the corner I wait for whatever will happen next.

"You're welcome, princess," he says as he inspects the cow's head.

He eats for so long that I'm almost used to his grotesque manners. I actually grow bored sitting her before this ancient beast. Admiring his scales and the large room can only entertain for so long. As I reach my last strand of patience I demand his attention.

"Why am I here," I finally ask, the tension of the question pulling taunt. He freezes, looking to me over the nearly cleaned ribcage.

"Payback," he answers casually.

"To the king?"

"Who else? He keeps trying to take my home so I'll take his daughter," he looks back to his food," don't need to worry, I have no plans of harming you. I just want to make a deal with him. I'll give you back if he stops sending his men to try and kill me. Because despite what you may believe, I do not enjoy eating men…too oily for my taste."

I want to laugh if the image of him chewing up soldiers wasn't so horrid. Him admitting his plan does take the pressure off my shoulders. I believe I can trust him to keep his words, even if he is lewd and disgusting. It shouldn’t be too long before father sends one of his men up here to try to rescue me. Perhaps I can try to enjoy the company until then.

"What's your name," I ask as he shoves the bones aside and begins picking his teeth. He licks at his lips as he cocks a brow towards me.

"Kodim," he answers," what about you, princess?"

"Marie," I smile," I would say it's nice to meet you but I'd be lying. Hello Kodim."

"and I'll say with the utmost honesty that it has been a pleasure to meet you, Marie," he bows. I'm surprised by the bow, not truly expect something so polite. Perhaps he does have redeemable qualities that live up to his elegant status.

"So, what do you do here for fun besides kidnap princesses and eat the king's men," I only half-joke.

He shrugs, rolling over onto his side," not much. Besides eating, sleeping, rubbing one out, and hunting, I don't have much else to do."

I bunch my face up confused," rubbing one out?"

He sits up, a smile starting to curl up his face," you don't know rubbing one out?"

"Can't say that I do," I say cautiously. The mischievous look in his eyes tells me enough about where this may be going.

"excuse me for being lewd again but I really don't know how to explain it otherwise," he starts," it's masturbation. To rub my cock till I cum."

My neck heats up, rolling down my chest and up my face. An unwanted image of him doing such a thing in those pillows makes me cringe. I shake my head to rid the horrid thought, making him laugh in the process.

"Don't act so prude, princess, I'm sure you have done the deed in the seclusion of your room," he teases.

"For your information, I haven't, and I would be ever thankful if we changed the topic to something less invasive," I huff, embarrassed with myself. There isn't much I don't know but desires of the flesh is a genre I don't particularly dabble in. so much is to be done most of the time that I can't be bothered with thinking about what the maidens giggle about in gossip.

"Alright, alright, I didn't mean to fluster the pure princess. How about we talk about you, living the high life up in the 'untouchable' kingdom of Duloc," he scoffs at the end. This dragon has made his distaste of my land very clear, along with his hatred of my father. It's truly a blessing that he hasn't offed me for the sole crime of being born into high-class living.

"What is there to talk about? It's not an exciting life like people expect," I shrug, getting comfortable in my corner. I shimmy this way and that, getting poked and prodded with rocks.

"Come sit in my nest, watching you struggle to get situated is going to drive me insane," he exaggerates. With a sigh of defeat, I crawl over to his bedding, stopping before I can touch it as his previous activities echo in my head.

"Are these," I look up to him," Clean?"

He shrugs.

"ew," I sit back on the ground near the bedding. He barks out a quick laugh, snickering to himself as he reaches over. I try to bat away his hands but he snatches me by the leg and drags me onto the bedding. Sitting stiffly beside him he snorts.

"Tell me an average day in the life of a princess," he lounges behind me, curling around with his tail thumping in front of my legs. I can't bring myself to think just yet as I admire the spikes on the end of his tail. The appendage reminds me of a mace that's hung in my father's room.

"depends," I start," when I was younger it was filled with lots of classes. Had to learn the basics of reading and writing, studying tons of literature until my teens. Learned how to ride a horse, use table manners, math, history, and art. As an adult, I was introduced to actual work for the kingdom. How to formally address the people and begin diplomatic sessions between the ruling parties. It sounds boring but I really enjoyed helping out my father. Recently though… it hasn't been so lively." I reflect on the past year.

Father has been trying really hard to share the responsibilities with me, and I'd argue he was doing a swell job. It isn't till offers of marriage begin coming in, reminding him of his position. I can't be the son he wanted, and I think we both got to forget a little about that. Soon I will have to marry some snooty prince from another kingdom, to let him rule my people. It sours my stomach every time I think about it.

Kodim taps me with his tail, bringing my attention back to the present.

"Why is it different now," he asks.

I drop my shoulders," doesn't matter. It's nothing I can do even if I wasn't here."

He hums, turning his head to rest on his cheek," sometimes a little time away can bring perspective to things you couldn’t see before. Maybe being here is just the perspective change you need." I look to him, thinking on his advice. Could I dare to be so hopeful for a change?

"Don't try to twist this kidnapping into a positive light," I nudge his tail. He sniggers.

"Can't blame a guy for trying to make his princess happier," he jokes.

I cock a brow at him," your princess?"

He shrugs," I think we can both be optimistic about this little business deal."

We chat for a while, actually being more pleasant than I expected. One gets used to speaking with their words restrained. No one has ever spoken to me as Kodim does. It's almost…refreshing, even if it's sometimes lewd.

The next day I wake up laying in the nest next to Kodim. He is a good hands length away, curled around me. I roll over onto my back, seeing him glaring out the window.

I sit up," what's wrong?"

"A knight," he growls. I crawl out of his nest, standing as I near the broken window. Across the plain I see an armored figure riding a horse. They are still a bit a ways away but the threat is clear.

"What are you going to do," I ask, twisting around to Kodim.

"say hello," he smirks, getting up on his legs. I watch him walk out the room, stomping down the hall before I hear his thunderous roar from the skies above. Rushing to the window I catch a glimpse of him already gliding down the valley towards the knight. He circles the man, letting out another earth-shaking roar.

Kodim lets out a mighty burst of flame, cutting off the path for the rider trying to head towards the castle. The knight tries circling around, being forced back once again. I can't help but snort as he does it a third time. It's clear Kodim is messing with the poor man.

The dragon finally lands, standing stoically before the knight. I still can't help but laugh at the size difference. The survivors have told tales of a beast larger than small Kodim down there. He is still big but the exaggerations are clear. Kodim speaks to the man, walking around him as the man tries to wave his sword. Snatching the man up and slapping the sword away he lifts him high above his head, opening his mouth as he dangles the lad. The threat is clear, almost stomach retching.

I sigh in relief when he sets the man down, leaning down low the man tossed to the ground. After a moment Kodim takes flight, leaving the poor man to run to his horse and ride off away from the castle. I watch him till he is but a dot on the horizon, by then Kodim is heard stomping around outside.

"Did I kill your best men because that boy had to be some sort of insult if not," Kodim chuffs as he walks in.

"Not sure," I turn to him," I wasn't in charge of the soldiers."

"Pity," he stops beside me to look out the window," I think the king's men would have been properly motivated if they knew who they were fighting for." I scoff, ignoring his comment as I don't know if it was meant as a jab or a compliment.

"What did you tell him," I ask instead. He glances at me out the corner of his eye, then walks back to his bedding.

"Some beautiful theatrics before I told him to tell his king of the deal," he collapses on the nest," I sure hope he got all that because he looked damn near ready to piss himself."

"Well yeah, he had a scary dragon dangling him over their mouth. I'd be damn near ready to soil myself too," I defend the man.

Kodim laughs," don't flatter me so much, you'll make me soft."

I sneer," that better not be another vulgar joke." he laughs again.

Now with nothing left to do but wait I can't seem to find anything to entertain myself with. Kodim is only so amusing in such a barren room. I'm almost tempted to start cleaning the rubble up. Instead, I lounge around, trying hard to stir up some conversation with Kodim. He hasn't really done much since he left his home in the mountains. Even the story of growing up has been droll.

"What's around the castle," I ask, laying starfish on the bedding. He crawls out from his 'pantry', licking at his teeth. I watch him walk over and plop down beside me, resting his heavy head on my stomach. Air rushes out my nose along with an 'oof'. I try to push him off but he adjusts himself more on top of me. Reluctantly I let him win.

"some ruined houses, a lake, and lots of grass," he grumbles," why? Looking to escape before your father can send someone to retrieve you?"

" And ruin this vacation? As if," I pat his snout," No, I was just curious." he nuzzles against my hand, prompting me to scratch at his scales. I don't pay attention as I try to think of anything else to talk about.

"You want to see it," he asks. I stiffen at the question, constantly cautious of his double meanings. He snorts," not that, you perv, I meant the houses and lake."

"Oh," I blush," yea, I'd love to."

Kodim sits up off me, leaving me to get up and follow him as he walks out. As he reaches the door he glances over his back," maybe afterward I can show it to you," adding a wink before walking on. I stand flustered in the middle of the room, taking a moment before chasing after him.

"you're disgusting," I shout.

"Eh, you love it, princess," he bumps my leg once I catch up.

"I don’t know, jury's still out," I joke back.

"It's not a no, I'll take it," he smiles.

He guides me around the castle, lifting me once we reach the main room. Instead of flying out towards the destination, he drops me in the grass. Confused, I watch him land and begin walking away. Not questioning it I follow after.

Kodim leads us towards some torn down houses, the rock foundation is all that’s left. We look through each one, investigating the rubble with no real purpose. The conversation is amicable, him making me laugh more than a few times. I'd have to say this was a rather pleasant outing.

Back at the castle, I don't have a lot of opportunities to acts less than proper, being scolded for every unflattering snort or chuckle. Around Kodim I can be improper, even downright crass, with our conversations. He even encourages it, feeding into the conversation with his own crude comments.

With the afternoon already before us, I debate going back to his home. Yet, I'm not ready for it all to end. Kodim seems to feel the same as he knocks me from my thinking.

"You wanna see the lake," he asks.

"Can we walk from here to there and get back to the castle before it gets too dark," I ask.

"Who said anything about walking," he smirks, cocky as always.

I scrunch up confused," what would we do besides walking?"

He scoffs, crouching down and lowering a wing towards me," you can ride me."

I stare at the offering, a bit giddy at the prospect of flying with him and not held against his chest. To feel the wind in my hair and actually see the sights the height offers. I meet his eyes, biting my cheek to stop smiling.

"Now I know that's an innuendo," I joke. He barks out a laugh, snickering to himself before he gets the chance to retort.

"Only if you ask nicely," he winks," now stop, this is a once in a lifetime chance to ride a dragon. Don't ruin it."

I shake my head, amused, and begin the event of climbing on his back. He gives me a hand, using his arm as a stepping stool. I straddle the back of his neck, my legs hanging over his shoulders. I almost feel ridiculous up here, like when I first rode a horse. Looking around I try to find somewhere to hold onto. I open my mouth to ask when his wings spread out and swipe through the air. Yelping, I fall forward, squeezing his neck tightly.

"Not so tight," he grunts," choking the dragon is saved for the bedroom." his voice rumbles at my thighs, vibrating against my chest. I can't scold him for his joke as I'm looking at the ground so far below. I didn't figure I was one too afraid of heights but right now I can't piece together why I wouldn't be. I squeeze him tighter, folding my legs in against his shoulders.

"Don't look down, look ahead," he shouts. It's hard to tear my gaze from the ground. All my will power is put into looking to his neck, then his head, and finally the horizon. The fear drains slowly from me as I gawk at the view before me. The clouds look almost eye level, so close I almost dare to reach out and touch them. The trees and hills in the distances look so small, incomparable to looking at them from the castle. Up here everything feels so new, a perspective I never expected to have.

"Wow," I say in wonder.

The flight is ended shortly as I spot the lake coming into view. The sight is gorgeous, changing as we descent. For a moment I can almost see the whole lake, all edges. As we land I can see the pebbled beach below.

The landing is a bit bumpy as he more or less falls to his feet. I clench around him again, nervous about dropping the few feet to the dirt. Before I can start trying to climb off him he shakes, shifting me to his front. I yelp, holding on for dear life, to his amusement. His clawed hand rests against my back, the other cupping my rear.

"We're here," he stands on his two legs and walks to the water.

"Really," I bark," I didn't notice from the awful landing and sudden position shift."

"For someone who got to ride a dragon you seem rather hostile," he squeezes my rear.

"I wasn't till recently," I try to wiggle out his arms," and stop touching my ass!"

His laugh vibrates through me, even echoing as he sets me down. I scowl up at him, wanting to slug him in the chest for being such a jerk.

"Excuse me, princess, you are just too tempting," he purrs, falling to all fours to growl near my ear. I shove him aside, fighting back a laugh. Ignoring him, I turn to look over the lake. The sun has begun setting, making streaks of light dance over the water. I've never actually seen such a large body of water before, only admiring ponds and fountains.

"pretty, right," he asks, walking beside me and flopping down against the rocks. He groans, stretching out on the stones. "Warm," he mumbles. I grin down at him, enjoying watching him stretch out like a cat. I plop down beside him, spreading my legs in front of me. The view keeps my attention, the fresh air clearing my head. It's really peaceful out here.

"It is pretty," I nearly whisper.

We both rest by the water, Kodim resting his head on my lap. I lazily scratch him, watching the sun begin its colorful descent. I never understood wanting to stop and smell the roses before, taking the saying too literally as a child. It makes sense now.

"Thank you," I say to Kodim.

"For what," he asks. I look down at him, seeing him snuggled against my stomach with his eyes closed. I pet over his cheek, admiring the way the scales reflect with the setting sun. an eye peaks open, looking up at me.

"For flying me out here," I look back up at the water," it's really nice."

He shuts his eye back, humming with a smile. "it's truly my pleasure, princess."

We stay well past sunset, resting against one another while stargazing. At some point we shift positions, me resting against his stomach as he curls around me. I hold his tail in my lap and watch as each star begins to shine. A breeze rolls through, making Kodim shiver and snuggle in closer to my side. I pet at his neck, figuring it's time to head back.

Groggily, Kodim gets up, stretching before helping me onto his back. We fly back to the castle, the view just as amazing with the ground looking nearly completely black. A chill runs up my spine, forcing me to curl around his back.

We fly into the collapsed ceiling and walk back to the bedroom. Kodim beats me to the nest, flopping down onto the pillows with a pleased groan. He tugs some blankets on over himself, curling nearly into a ball. I can't help but watch him, dumbfounded at the adorable display. He looks up to me, lifting his tail and patting the space in the middle of his circle. I happily walk over, snuggling in next to him.

The next morning I wake up to something shaking my shoulder. I slap the annoyance away, pulling my blanket around myself more. I'm nudged again, even grabbed and tugged forward. Startled, I open my eyes and look around. I look up to a man in overly polished armor. Before I can say anything he covers my mouth, pulling me into his arms and dragging me out of the bed. I'm confused about my course of action as this is clearly one of my father's knights but I can see Kodim still sleeping a mere foot away.

"I'm here to save you, princess, try not to make too much noise," he whispers. The title rubs me the wrong way, it not rolling off his tongue like it does Kodim's. reluctantly I nod, knowing this was how it was all supposed to end. The knight helps me up, guiding me out of the room quietly. I pass one more sad glance at Kodim, guilty that I can't say goodbye.

I follow the knight around the castle, taking a different path than the one to the main room. We walk out a large gap in the split foundation into the bright morning. He walks over to an awaiting horse, petting them on the nose before grabbing at their reigns.

"We must leave quickly before he awakes," the man says, hurrying to help me onto the horse. He jumps on behind me, kicking the sides of the horse before we ride off away from the castle. It stings to leave, already missing Kodim's company.

Once we are a good distance from the castle does he slow his horse to a walk.

"Now that you're safe, I should introduce myself," he starts rather civilized," I am prince Ricardo of Florin."

I hesitate at his title," a prince? What are you doing coming out here?"

"I had to come out here," he grabs at my waist uncomfortably," I had to save my future bride from that horrid beast, as per your father's request." my heart sinks at his words. Future bride? No, that's absurd. There is no way any prince would bother with the ride out here, let alone to a known dangerous location.

"Future bride," I ask, pushing his hands off me," now I didn't agree to any of this. Why are you really here?"

He ignores my attempts of pushing him off and wraps his arms around my middle," alas, princess, I speak the truth. I made the deal with your father to have your hand in marriage if I am successful in rescuing you from the dragon. It would have been easy to get some lowly knight but I knew this task couldn't be trusted with just anyone."

His cheesy words spoil my stomach, rotting like a half-eaten apple in the bottom of the bin. I can believe my father doing something so desperate as promising me to another. I'm not naïve to assume otherwise. What really picks at me is the fact this man took on the journey himself. All princes I've met wouldn't dare get their hands dirty with a task like this. A knight for hire would have been an obvious choice, letting them venture inside and sneak me away. No, this doesn't sound like princely behavior.

"Alright," I drop the prim and proper," what is your goal here? Think you can marry into a royal family and get all the fame and riches as you like? It's a genius plan if only the princess you planned to save was an idiot. On the account that I am not, it's best if you just take me home and we pretend none of this marriage business happened." it's a clever plan, I won't deny it. The main mission would be to save me, not kill the dragon, so it would just take a quiet hand to snatch me away. I'm almost smug being able to see through his ruse. That is until his fingers begin to dig into my skin.

"I wanted to take the ride home to endear myself to you but it seems that's not an option," he sneers," so how about I just teach you what happens to little girls who don't understand how to show gratitude to someone who helps them." I wince as he squeezes harder, a hand trailing up to my chest and groping. I freeze at the action, very unprepared for such treatment. His lips peck at the back of my neck, making my skin crawl with every caress.

"Ricardo, you better take your hands off me right this instant," I try not to let my voice waver. His answer is a chuckle, reaching under my shirt to pet at my stomach. I jerk at the feeling of his cold fingers, jumpstarting my will to fight. I wriggle in his hold, tugging his hands away as I fight to get off the horse. He gives me a hand, pushing me off into the dirt.

I hit the ground hard, wincing at my shoulder take the brunt of it. Before I can recover he is on top of me, straddling my waist. I slap at him, swinging wildly with closed fists. I beat at his armored chest and get a single weak hit against his cheek before he grabs my hands. Pinning them to the dirt and smiling down at me.

"Such a spirited little princess," he grips my hands in one of his," I'll enjoy breaking you." I fidget and jerk away, trying to free my hands or kick my feet. He just laughs at my attempts, reaching for my collar and pulling it harshly to the side. A tear echoes around the morning air, making my eyes stinging as tears threaten to fall. He gropes and plays with my breast, growing hard in his trousers. I fall lax, stopping my fight for just a moment. He smiles wide.

"Good girl," he purrs," just let it happen." he bends down to suck a nipple into his mouth, his hand trailing down my arm before grabbing at my chest. I hiccup, tears falling towards my ears. His touch repulses me, my body ready to cringe away. With him distracted I clasp my hands together and bring them down harshly to the back of his head. He yelps, trying to rise and grab my hand once again. I hit him again, knocking him aside. He falls to the ground, clasping his temple as I scurry to my feet. He makes a grab for my ankle, missing by a hair as I book it back the way we came.

"You bitch," he growls, stumbling to his feet. I don't bother looking back, running as quickly as I can. His footsteps begin a bit of way behind me but stop after a bit. I can't bring myself to rejoice in his departure, just running till I can't anymore.

The castle appears in the distance, planting a seed of joy in my heart. The sound of hooves stomping behind me squash any potential happiness. My lungs burn and my heart beats fast as I race to the crack in the foundation. Everything fades from vision besides that single skewed entrance. I don't listen to the horse closing in, or the screaming man, I just focus straight ahead.

I can almost feel the horse's breath on the back of my neck. It sending chills up my spine. I slam against the crack in the wall, crouching to crawl through it. As I wedge myself in a hand snatches at my shirt. I chance a glance behind me, seeing the red face of the prince. He pulls, I pull. I wiggle away, gaining no ground till my shirt tears. With the clothing torn off, I manage to get back into the castle.

I run through the halls, huffing and puffing as I speed through familiar territory. The bedroom door is like a holy blessing as it comes into view. I snatch the handle and run into the room. Kodim still lounges in the center of his nest, just now waking up. He groggily looks at me, not getting the situation till I fall against him. I wail, grappling him closer as I finally let myself cry.

"Whoa, whoa," he sits up, curling around me," what's wrong, what happened?" I can't answer yet. I hiccup, rubbing my face against his chest as I take the comfort of his arms around me. He is safe, I repeat in my head, Kodim won't let him take me again. It's hard to calm down as the fear still demands action. That man could be trying to get in right now, that idea makes me hug Kodim tighter.

It takes a good minute for me to collect myself enough to speak, even then it's hard. I sit up, finally looking at him. He meets my eyes, looking away for a second to look at my chest. As his eyes meet mine, he looks angry. Reaching over he grabs a blanket, wrapping it around me before asking.

"What happened, Marie," he growls. Him saying my name is enough for me to understand his ire. In the week that I've known him, he has only said my name once. It's oddly comforting to hear him say it, knowing that his playfulness has left to make way for his seriousness. I'm hurt and he isn't happy about it.

"a knight snuck in," I finally answer," an-and he took me away from here. Then he…then he said some things I didn't agree with. He- I can't." I turn away, too terrified to repeat what happened. The feel of his fingers still lingers on my body. It was all too much, I can't even say it without wanting to cry. I hiccup, sniffling as my body trembles. "Please, I can't," I whimper," I can't."

Kodim holds me against his chest, petting at my hair," it's ok, I get it, you don't have to explain. I just need to know where he is, can you do that for me, princess?"

I nod," I left him near the right-wing. He found a crack in the wall to sneak in and I used it to get back here."

"good job, princess, you did great," he rubs his snout against my head, licking at my tear-stained cheeks," I have to go get him, you ok being alone for a second?" I startle at his request, grabbing at him in a flurry of panic.

"No, no. don't leave me, Kodim, please," I beg, not caring how pathetic I look. He grabs my hands, shushing me.

"it's ok, I won't let him come near you. I'm going to find him and he won't ever hurt you, understand," he asks, I nod," good, just rest in our nest and I'll be right back." I nod again.

He guides me to lay down, tucking pillows and blankets around me. Pressing a rough kiss to my hair he storms out the door, shutting it behind himself before his steps echo down the hall. I try not to think as I snuggle into the blankets and pillows. I try to think back to last night, not believing only hours ago I was truly happy. It was nice being there with Kodim, feeling all warm and fuzzy while I rest against his stomach.

A thunderous roar breaks my thoughts, the present trying to sneak back in. I push it aside, thinking about the long hours we've spent talking in this very room. The conversations about childhood and life, memories, and moments. I like Kodim more than I realized I would. This thought brings a smile to my face.

It's a good while later when the door opens. The stomping beforehand is warning enough. I don't move, just watching him toss a set of armor off the far corner before crawling into the nest. He walks around me, falling behind me with a soft thud. He reaches under the blanket, snaking his arm around my waist. Pulling me against his chest, he curls around me. His tail falls limp over my legs and his breath ghosts over my neck.

"how're you feeling," he mumbles against my head. I grab his hand against my stomach, giving it a squeeze.

"better now," I answer. He hums, leaning down to lick at my shoulder.

"Do you want to go home or stay here, I think it's time for you to have a choice," he bumps his snout against my head. I rub at his fingers, enjoying the warmth.

"I wanna stay here, if that's ok with you," I answer.

He nods," this home is yours as long as you wish. This nest is ours as far as anyone's concerned."

I smile, feeling safe, loved, and cherished at this moment. Shutting my eyes I let myself feel protected. I'm in my nest with my dragon, and everything is going to be ok.

#12 days of christmas #12 tropes for christmas #Enigma-IM #monster boyfriend #dragon boyfriend #exophilia #damsel in distress

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toiletwipes · 3 years

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Drunk Poly Jealousy.

Rosie and Wilbur had been out all weekend to some streaming event. Rosie having taken Wilbur with her specifically to leave you with a quiet apartment to focus on a midterm paper you desperately needed to finish soon.

Which to your credit, you did. You did make most of it. And you had been enjoying the quietness. But mostly you had been missing the morning cuddles, Rosie checking in if you had been eating. Wilbur complaining about his own paper. You had desperately been missing their company.

Worst of all, Rosie had given you one single rule to follow.

“No fun till we’re back, love.”

Then she had kissed you, and Wilbur had too. Wilbur had been so sweet to give you a gift before departing. The fucker had given you a new set of lingerie you had no use for until they came back. Specifically, the one you had pointed out to him, when you had somehow coached him into a lingerie shop with you.

On the other hand, had the situation been the other way around, you would absolutely have done the same to him. Knowing full well the punishment that would have followed that, if he tattled on you.

But the situation isn’t the other way around. You’re the one stuck at home, writing a paper for a class you barely enjoy taking. You find a bit comfort in the way that Rosie streams, although you’ve never watched her beyond the clips, she shows you herself. Her stream has been playing on loop since they left.

How could it not, your beautiful girlfriend right in frame, and your pretty boyfriend behind the camera, or awkwardly standing to the side as she talks to fans and the alike.

“Will turn the camera away, I’m buying something for our girl.”

Man, you wish you were there.

But you aren’t.

You are stuck in your apartment only able to listen and watch your lovers be cute together. You want to be the one to receive their affection. You want to be on the receiving end. You want to be the one to blush, to hide away, to be unable to speak.

But once again, you aren’t.

You grumble a bit before deciding your midterm paper is close enough to be finished another day, and instead you need something to dull yourself.

And if that happens to be a flask of wine, then so be it.

Leading to you an hour later being curled up on the couch, kinda drunk, wearing Wilbur’s sweater, and draped in Rosie’s blanket. The video of her most recent stream playing on the coffee table. And how you miss them.

It’s not fucking fair. Why does everyone else get to have their attention. You should have it. You deserve it.

As time goes on, you can’t help but feel the pit in your stomach grow.

The wine keeping your body nicely warm.

And your head filled with thoughts.

Thoughts about why you should follow the rules. Why should they get to dictate what you do if they aren’t even around.

You huff, getting up and finding the gift from Wilbur.

Who are they to dictate what you do?

You slip out of the hoodie, and your sweater pants. Your underwear is the next to go. Changing into the lingerie before slipping the hoodie on again.

See you can wear what you want when they aren’t around.

You can do stuff when they aren’t around…

You can… Do… Stuff…

Your eyes glide over to the vibrator on the nightstand.

Yeah, you deserve this, they have had each other alone for the last couple of days, while you’ve been suffering. You deserve this.

You deserve this.

You fetch Rosie’s blanket from the couch before settling on the bed. Wrapped in the smells of your lovers. The cherry smell of Rosie and the peppermint smell of Wilbur.

You need them.

Your legs are rubbing against each other, trying desperately to create some form of friction as you think of your lovers.

Touching you.

Kissing you.

Worshipping you.

Your hand slowly makes its way down through your body. You imagine Rosie teasing you, telling you how good a girl you are for her. While Wilbur is kissing your jawline. Down to your neck. Right behind your ear on your sweet spot.

You imagine Wilbur using your hand to get himself hard, while Rosie is kissing the inner sides of your thighs.

Your hand finds itself under your panties.

You’re wet.

You haven’t even touched yourself, and the thought of your lovers is enough to turn you on.

It’s enough for you to want more, crave more, need more.

You reach out for the vibrator. You deserve this.

Your hand pleasuring you, soon joined by the vibrator.

You gasp, hips buckling up at the new object.

Toes curling.

Door opening.

Pant’s flowing.

Rosie Wilbur.

You moan.

Then the pleasure is ripped away from you. Just like that.

You whine.

“Would you look at that, our baby can’t even follow simple rules?” Rosie speaks.

Wait Rosie?

You sit up.

Rosie!

Wilbur!

“Babe! Love!” You slur out.

Wilbur looks at Rosie, who looks back at him.

“Is she drunk?”

Rosie laughs at the sight, and Wilbur can’t help but smile. There you are drunk, wearing his sweater, wrapped in Rosie’s blanket. Trying to chase what you aren’t allowed.

Oh, the punishment is going to be good. But for now, they just need to care for someone who has clearly missed them.

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- Someone Blue :)

(Have your surprise)

HMMMMMMMMMM HELLO THERE BLUE SOMEONE.

HOT. HOT. THIS WILL BE MANIFESTING IN MY CONSCIOUS.

THIS IS ONE HELL OF A SURPRISE. And I LOVE IT.

Rosie and Simpbur? Yes. Being Needy? Me. GETTING PUNISHED FOR THE ONE RULE I COULDNT FOLLOW? Y E S.

this is perfect thank you bestie <33333

#Someone Blue #Someone Blue anon #anon asks #wipes answers #i think i may know who you are after all aldjdjdhd #im so dense bestie #BUT THIS. THIS IS. THIS IS GOOD SHIT #never will forget

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mxvladdy · 4 years

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True Form- Mammon

The boys are cute in their devil forms I’ll give them that. But I want something more monstrous lol. Here are some headcannons of mine of what the boyos look like outside of their glamours.

I’m not doing the gang in any particular order, all will be accounted for in due time. Just my favorites come first :p

No, I regret nothing and yes I would still 10000% smooch the monster.

Next up: Asmodeus

Mammon

- Interestingly enough, his human glamour shows none of the wounds he bears from the celestial war. But his true form? It is a testament to his strength and a stark reminder that he is the second strongest of the cardinal sins.

- Mammon takes the shape of a great winged beast. The original number of his wings have been lost to time but old records speak of ever shifting numbers. Should he lose one two would grow in it’s place type deal. All that remains of their splendor are three mismatched ones on his back. Since they are not even he is incapable of flying, but he can still glide for quite some distance and with tremendous speed.

- He resembles a mixture of a crow and Strix. He has four large taloned feet that can carve through rock and slice though even demon flesh with ease. His multitude of eyes are bright and simply mesmerizing. Like the twinkling of stars in the night sky. His eyes are the only physical trait left of him from his time as an angel.

- Old scars pepper his hide under his oily sheen feathers. When he shifts they flash the briefest hints of silver and faded pink. But, the most noticeable wound on him is his beak. The upper mandible is broken, the front half blasted away leaving behind a jagged mess of bone. The magic used against him makes it impossible for him to regrow it. He remembers clearly the blow that marred him. It is one of his recurring nightmares.

- He keeps a den, hidden from the other brothers deep in the Devildom forests where he hoards all his most precious items from over the millennia. Whenever things get too much at home he will come here to lay amongst his treasures and reminisce of simpler times.

Mini fic

Mammon could feel the need brewing deep within him. The gnawing emptiness slowly eroding at his psyche till it was all-encompassing. His brothers possessions calling to him like a sirens song day in and day out. Goldie simply wasn’t going to be enough this time. He needed his cave, his little sanctuary, carved out in secret so many years ago.

He sighs lovingly. Just imagining the feel of currencies from empires long since fallen and priceless treasures offered to him in sacrifice under his talons feet was euphoric. His second skin ripples under his glamour in anticipation. Humming under his breath, Mammon takes the steps to the main door two at a time. In his excitement, he almost collides with the latest item of his attention.

“Oi!” He barks, skidding to a halt in front of you. He makes a grab for your shoulders stopping you before you toppled down the flight of stairs. He can’t help the smile forming on his lips to match yours. His human looks up from the files overflowing in their arms. The emptiness inside rattles its cage. Add them to the horde. His molars crack under the strain of his clenched jaw.

“Oh! Sorry, Mammon! It’s kinda hard to see around all this.” You smile sheepishly, scooting off to the side for him to pass. “Are you well?” You notice his stiff posture, hands clenching, and unclenching over your school uniform. He hadn’t let you go yet.

Unsurprising really, he was one of the clingier brothers. Not that you minded. It was nice sometimes to feel so wanted. Though it was different this time. You could feel the ebb and flow of his magic rippling in the close space. Usually, he had the best control suppressing it in your company. It would have been terrifying if it had been another one of the brothers. Last time one of them ‘lost their cool’ had ended badly for you. “Mammon?”

“What?” He twitches, head jerking to an odd angle. His eyes turn sharp as he looks at you appraisingly. Hungrily. “Oh right, sorry.” The demon releases you. “I’m fine, just need to stretch my legs is all.” He pushes past, for once trying not to give into temptation.

“Can I join? I need a break from all this paperwork. I know I said I’d help Lucifer, but damn.” You laugh placing the stack down on an end table. He chokes on the idea. Yesss~ his inner beast coos in delight. You were making this too easy. He could keep you all to himself, tucked away where no one else could have you. Lucifer would never know.

“I-I don’t want the company.” He grits out, rolling his shoulders in agitation. At himself or you, only the devil would know. “Ain’t a place for little humans.” His response is short and sharp. He could feel his talons growing under his nail beds. Mammon hisses in irritation, he didn’t want to scare you away. Not after everything else you’ve been through.

“Oh…” It hurts him to hear you so dejected like this. Perhaps- you had handled a lot so far. One more thing won’t kill you.

“Look-promise not to tell and you can join.” Mammon turns scratching at his neck. "I don't need my brothers knowing where I go. Our little secret?"

“Our little secret.” You take his hand with a coy grin.

It wasn’t a long walk. It was pleasant your warm hand wrapped in his. The connection quelled some of the avarice brewing inside. He approaches the edge of the cliff with satisfaction. The precipice looks down into the wilds of the Devildom. It was a beautiful sight really. The heavy gloam of eternal twilight cast a purple haze over the treetops. In the distance, the downtown district twinkle. Mammon exhales happily into the breeze. The wind was picking up. Good.

Mammon turns to you taking in your apprehension. You lean over the side, looking down into the abyss. "This isn't much of a walk." You chuckle nervously eyeing the deadly drop. A strong gush upsets your balance. Squeaking, you grip onto his sleeve. Your little human nails dig into the leather of his jacket. Cute.

"Not done yet." He sheds his glasses and coat folding them neatly by the ledge. "It ain't much farther, but it is a ride." He could shred the pants and shirt. Luci owed him a new wardrobe as is. Stretching his arms over his head he grunts. His remaining wings practically vibrate in anticipation. "Promise not to scream?"

"Scream?" Your question is lost in the ruffle of feathers and creak of bone. You gasp back away from the massive beast in front of you. Mammon stood beside you, his body almost blending in with the darkness around you. Dozens of eyes blink owlishly at you, they glimmer like diamonds. They are bright and breathtaking, the depth in them almost sucking you in. He clicks the remnants of his razor-sharp beak expectantly. "Mammon?" You approach, palms outstretched.

He cocks his head to almost disappearing into the night as he closes all his eyes at your touch. He adjusts himself as you pet down his large head. Overly carful of where your hand was to make sure you are not in danger of cutting yourself with his damaged beak. "How many more layers to you brothers are there?" He laughs in relief, cawing loudly as you bury your hands in his feathers. "Ok. So what's the plan?"

Mammon crouches low bumping his shoulder to you. You take the hint and clamber onto his broad back. Shifting awkwardly he squawks as you pull some feathers. “Sorry! Sorry!” He turns and pecks at your hand gently. Pulling at your sleeves, he makes sure you have a good grip at the base of his neck. Feeling you settle he leaps.

Bounding for the ledge, his strong wings flex and catch the wind. He glides on the gust with practiced ease. Years of plummeting and failure made this success all the sweeter with you there as he carries them higher. He could feel your laughter through his body. Your shouts of elation get swallowed by the howling around them. Oh, how he revels in it. He wants more of this.

The flight was quick. Before long he descends, unfurling his legs as he lands. Long talons cut into stone as he grasps the side of the cliff. Effortlessly he slinks up the side. The hard coils of muscle on his back and legs bunch and pull under you body. The sinuous roll of it causes you to grip him tighter lest you fall off. He purrs at the feel of you clinging to him. Perhaps he should keep you here, all to himself. Mammon reaches his destination and allows you to slide off of him to look about.

The mouth of the cave was cast in heavy shadows from surrounding trees. The moon covered by clouds flashing briefs glimpses of deeper in. You follow as the Great Mammon lumbers past you to delve deeper. Jogging after him, you place a hand on his flank trusting him to guild you. What did he have here? This looks nothing like a place Mammon would go to. He chirps and caws trying to talk though it was impossible to understand as he lead you down deeper. His tail swooshing excitedly behind him. It was sweet, his palpable joy rubbing off on you.

As you reach the inner depth of the cave you left go of him to shield your eyes. The sudden light accosting you. The inner cave was huge, eternal sconces lighting as he entered to reflect off of a dazzling array of items. Mammon crows smugly leaving you to gape at the entrance.

The demon crawls into a nest made of gold and bolts of expensive fabrics. Yawning widely, he wiggles himself deeper into the coins. Large crystalline eyes drooping pleasantly at the warmth of his cave. While he dozes you walk around the large treasure trove. You run your hands over no doubt priceless jewels and sets of armor. Clothes and jewelry litter the floor as maps and pieces of art cover most of the walls and ceiling. Their golden frames glowing from the light of the sconces making the space glow richly. He even had some tomes stacked neatly in the corner, each cover embossed with gold and silver. You pick one up intrigued by the design of the cover.

"You sure you were a dragon in a former life? " You ask flipping though a few pages before putting it back. Mammon snorts rolling his eyes. You grin eyeing his bed of treasures. "Can I join you?" It looked rather comfy and he obviously wasn't going to be moving anytime soon. Knowing Mammon there was no way you could leave this place without his help. So might as well get comfortable.

Mammon is silent for a moment before clicking his beak, wings opening to invite you in. You scramble up close grabbing a few stray pillows as you go. Making a mini nest of your own beside him you tuck yourself in.

If a bird could smile he would be beaming at the feel of your body resting against his feathered side. Draping a wing over you he settles in for a nap.

Yes, you would be the perfect final piece to his collection.

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little-diable · 3 years

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A lil help - Dean x Reader x Sam (smut)

Request by anon

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Summary: Reader helps the boys out on a case, but she is persistent when it comes to her reward.

Warnings: 18+, smut, threesome

Her skin felt sticky, drenched in body oil and glitter, fake lashes glued to her own ones, barely dressed. (Y/n) tried to swallow down the disgust that would crawl up her spine as she felt the men’s eyes on her, admiring every inch of her exposed skin, boobs pressed together by the tight, sparkly bra, short shorts wrapped around her legs, heels making her appear as tall as ever.

The things she’d do for the Winchester brothers and their cases.

They were hunting down a shapeshifter, following his trail that led them towards a strip club, instantly turning towards (y/n) for help. She’d be able to woo the man, to lure him into one of the back rooms. She was glad for those dancing lessons she took as a teen, effortlessly moving around the pole, dropping to her knees, sprawled out on the floor, smirking at the crowd.

“Come on please (y/n),” Dean smirked at her, staring at her bare face, twirling her loose strands of hair around his fingers, green eyes teasing her. Her heart was racing, mind focused on the man she had been wanting to kiss for a very long time, barely listening to the words he spoke, completely entranced by him.

“What’s in for me?” (Y/n) gave into his touch, hands placed on his sides, fisting the fabric of his grey shirt, “Well what do you want?” Sam’s voice made her tilt her head to the side, gaze finding his darkening eyes.

Her insides were burning, wondering how far she could take it, wondering if she could finally have what she had been dreaming about. “Mhmm” teasingly she bit her lip, “I’m sure I’ll come up with something.” The boys watched her leave the kitchen, swaying her hips, biting down her giggle, she had them wrapped around her little finger.

Dean couldn’t rip his enchanting green eyes off her frame, fuck, she was even more gorgeous than he had imagined, the need to grasp her and carry her to their motel room grew by the second, urged on by the jealousy that rose in the pit of his stomach.

“Dude,” Sam gave his brother a light shove, trying to ignore (y/n)’s almost naked figure on the stage, he couldn’t get distracted, at least not yet, “It’s him.” Sam pointed his finger towards the man they had been hunting down for the past week.

(Y/n) found the boys eyes, following their gaze, smirking to herself, he would be an easy target, at least easy enough to get it over and done with quickly. As soon as the song ended (y/n) made her way down from the stage, stalking up to the man she had her eyes focused on, “Hello handsome.” (Y/n) slung her arms around his neck, dropping down into his lap, thighs placed on either side of him.

His eyes wandered up and down her frame, confidently placing his hands on her behind, tracing the fabric of her tights, “Well hello there.” She uncomfortably shifted in his lap, biting down the need to puke her guts out, his breath fanned over her skin, god, how much she wanted to leave the club behind with the two brothers in tow, not letting the man touch her any further.

“I don’t like it Sam,” Dean clenched his jaw, hand enclosed around his bottle of beer, trying to keep himself from ripping the man away from (y/n), no longer caring about their hunt. Just as Sam opened his mouth to reply (y/n) rose from the target's lap, tugging on his tie, pulling him down the hallway, eyes finding the Winchester brothers.

Both instantly followed her, maybe they have been too carelessly, not caring if somebody watched them follow (y/n) and the man, not caring about any noisy bystanders, but fuck, they only wanted to get her out of there.

The boys have always been rather protective of the girl they had known for years, both would give their last breath for her, without ever thinking twice. But they also began to drown in the deep need they felt for her, the need to bury their lengths into her tightness, the need to taste her on their lips, the need to make her their own.

Both barged into the room, just in time to rip the man off her body, ending his pathetic life, freeing them and the town of the horror that seemed to follow him around.

“Finally,” (y/n) breathed out, grasping Deans outstretched hand, front pressed against his, deeply inhaling his intoxicating scent, “Thank goodness you’re okay.” Her chuckle made him open his eyes, pulling her head off his shoulder, “You big softie.” (Y/n) patted his chest, winking at Sam, “Take me home boys.”

The moment she stepped into their motel room a relieved sigh rumbled through her, her muscles felt sore, her body was aching with every step she took, “I’ll go on and take a shower, I need to scrub the glitter off me.” She kissed Sams cheek as she passed by him, taking off Deans sweater before she stepped into the bathroom, catching the boys wide eyes.

Hot water was crashing down on her, she rubbed the shower gel into her skin, watching the glitter make its way down the drain, makeup running down her cheeks. She could still feel the boys eyes on her as she was dancing to the song, felt a faint pulsing in her lower region, walls clenching around nothing as she imagined the things they’d do to her.

A chuckle spilled from her lips as she wiped her face clean, she looked ridiculous, rubbing her hair dry as she reached for her clothes, pulling the soft fabric of her panties up her legs, upper body dressed in one of Sam's old shirts, big enough to swallow most of her frame. “You got this,” she mumbled, eyes dancing over her frame, maybe she’d finally be brave enough to ask for what her heart desired the most.

Her eyes found both boys, sprawled out on the two beds, naked chests exposed, only dressed in loose sweatpants. (Y/n) was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed in front of her chest. “So,” she mumbled, “What about my reward?” The boys found each other’s eyes, smirking at one another, “Mhm, anything special you have in mind?” Dean patted the spot next to him, hungry green eyes following her every move.

Sam turned towards the both of them, watching (y/n) settle down next to Dean, nails scratching along his thigh, “Sammy come over here.” (Y/n) smirked at Sam, waiting till the tall man stood in front of her. “I want you.” her eyes switched between the two brothers, thighs pressed together, her arousal began to dampen her panties, “I think you need to be a bit more specific baby.” Sam’s hoarse voice made her moan, long fingers dancing along her jaw, “Fuck me, please.” Another pathetic whimper left her.

Dean moved his hand up her spine, tugging on the roots of her (y/h/c) hair, shoving her down onto the bed, nodding at Sam, he’d let him have her first, would take care of her upper body for a while, while his length was throbbing in his sweats, aching to be released. Sam’s skilled fingers traced a few shapes into her thighs, snapping the strings of her panties against her skin, teasing another moan out of her.

Just as Sam tugged her panties down her legs, Dean had pulled the shirt off (y/n)s body, green eyes falling to her boobs, her nipples were hardening as the chilly air hit her skin.

Sam sunk to his knees, eyes not letting go of her core, admiring her wetness, fuck she would probably taste so sweet, he couldn’t wait to spread her walls with his member. “Sammy,” (y/n) squeaked his name, hands finding Dean's short hair, who currently had his lips wrapped around her right nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

Her mind was all over the place, not truly grasping the fact that both boys were currently having their way with her. Sam was an expert with his tongue, brushing through her slit, rolling her pulsing bundle of nerves around between his lips, fingers dipping into her heat, instantly finding her sweet spot. The boys had just started touching her and she was already dancing along the brink of her orgasm, not quite sure whose name she should moan.

“Stop,” (y/n) panted, eyes finding Sammy’s almost black ones, for a blink of a second an unsure look crossed his features, wondering if she wasn’t truly enjoying the little thing they currently had going. Dean let his eyes wander down her body, gazing at his older brother, waiting for (y/n) to keep on talking.

Her chest was heavily rising and falling. “I,” her head crashed back against the pillow, deeply inhaling, “I want to cum around you.” She didn’t want to waste any more time, wanted to finally wrap her walls around the boy’s members. Dean dipped his head down, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, “Onto all fours.”

Dean and Sammy switched places, both undressed themselves, as Dean combed through his wallet, looking for a condom, Sam placed himself in front of her. “Baby,” he breathed out, finding her twinkling eyes, urged on by the excitement that flooded through her, (y/n) stretched her neck, lips brushing against Sam’s, tasting her arousal on his tongue. Sam pumped his length a few times, waiting till Dean finally found what he had been searching for, rolling the sticky fabric down his member.

Just as Sam’s tip entered her mouth Dean’s length disappeared into her heat, hips moved against her behind, letting her clenching walls adjust to his size. (Y/n) hummed around Sam’s shaft, he was big, way too big to take all of him, but somehow she managed to slacken her jaw, comfortably breathing around him. She moved against the older brother’s lower abdomen with every expertly thrust of Dean, perfectly burying himself into her heat, no man had ever managed to make her feel like this.

“You’re taking us so well baby,” Sam combed his hand through her hair, praising her, eyes locked with her glassy ones. A few growls rumbled through him, she knew exactly what to do with her mouth, tongue dancing along his velvety skin, adding just the right amount of pressure, though he couldn’t wait to finally take her.

“Jesus, seeing you like that earlier,” sweat pooled on Dean's forehead, eyes focused on the back of her head, “Made me want to fuck you right there and then.” He kept on watching her bob her head, moaning around his brother's impressive size.

Sam hummed, mind wandering back to the way she looked on stage, barely dressed, eyes sparkling, as if she had known that the boys would end up between her thighs that night. “Bet you thought of us, didn’t you? Hoping we’ll touch you, fuck you like the good slut you are?” (Y/n) couldn’t control the sounds that left her, she was too far gone, ready to finally give into her orgasm, her clit was painfully throbbing, begging for its release.

She wrapped one hand around Sams shaft, pulling him out of her mouth with a wet “pop”, pressed her forehead against Sam’s abs, “Fuck I’m so close.” A satisfied moan rumbled through Dean, he had dreamt about making her cum for nights on end, imagining the sounds that would spill from her swollen lips, length coated with her arousal, what a sight.

Dean gave it one last thrust ere he pulled (y/n) down the edge with him, he pressed his lips against her spine, moaning against her skin, length twitching as he filled the condom with his release. She moaned for the brothers, eyes squeezed shut, still stroking Sam’s member with trembling hands. Even though her orgasm had just ripped through her, her walls were still clenching, waiting for Sam to finally take her, to have his way with her.

Sam slipped away from her, pressing a kiss to her scalp as he once again switched places with Dean, carefully flipping (y/n) onto her back. Her pupils were dilated, lips swollen, hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead. Dean fell down on the mattress next to her, hands wandering up and down her upper body, mesmerized by every inch of her. “Oh shit, don’t stop, don’t stop please,” his fingers danced along her sensitive clit, circling the bud, watching Sam spread her thighs, length effortlessly disappearing into her.

She was a mess, thrashing around on the mattress, her walls were painfully aching, Dean was big, there was no doubt to it, but Sam, fuck, she couldn’t take all of him, couldn’t imagine how he’d fit into her. “So perfect, like you were made for us,” Dean nibbled on her neck, still teasing her clit with two fingers, tightening the knot that began to form in her lower belly, once again. No words left her, legs wrapped around Sam’s waist, skin jiggling with every ferocious thrust of the tall Winchester brother, she was done for, completely done for.

Sam was too focused on the orgasm he was chasing, he didn’t notice her panting his name, didn’t notice how her release was just about to wash over her, pace not faltering once. (Y/n) squealed, eyes clenched shut, holding onto Dean's forearm, nails digging into his skin. “Let go,” he mumbled into her ear, eyes focused on her features, she looked so gorgeous as came. The fluttering of her walls seemed to rip Sam out of his trance, eyes finding hers, smirking to himself, making her cum was probably his new favorite thing.

He pulled out of her just in time, release dripping down onto her lower abdomen, milky substance twinkling on her skin. “Was that enough of a reward for you?” Dean chuckled at her drowsy state, she was fading quickly, ready to give into the exhaustion, falling asleep next to the two men she’d call hers, finally.

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seokiie · 4 years

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"Aish, I don't deserve these compliments. I could've done better on stage today." Jimin looks at his reflection through the camera and brushes his fingers through his hair. Jimin was currently on v-live. He had requested you stay by his side for the duration of the live, something about your company being able to calm his nerves. You accepted, of course. But you opted to stay just barely out of frame, so the millions of viewers could only hear your voice.

"Jiminie! Don't say that. You did well!" You pat him on the shoulder and after he responds with a toothy grin.

"You know just what to say to cheer me up, y/n." You can feel the way Jimin stares daggers through the side of your head when the words leave his mouth.

God, you pray he's not pulling this shit again.

You don't have a hard time ignoring the unrelenting glances, but when his hand finds its way to your thigh, slowly caressing the area before giving you a light squeeze, yeah. That's when it gets hard to ignore.

Jimin's hand stays on your thigh, kneading your bare skin like it was some sort of stress ball. You're so lucky you can barely be seen on screen, the way you were fidgeting under his grasp was a dead give away.

"Y/n, can you read out some questions for me to answer?" You give a terse nod before realizing no one can see you.

"Yes, ah-" At that moment, Jimin's hand was drifting towards your inner thigh, gripping you gently and pulling your leg towards him. The action advertently opens your legs and it nearly makes you choke on your spit.

"Yeah, I-I'll read a few questions for, uh, for you."

You wonder if this is too far. Jimin's hand is inching closer and closer to your center and it's getting harder for you to read out the questions in the chat. He's live in front of thousands, no, millions of fans yet he has no problem doing this to you just barely out of frame.

"Are you okay, y/n? You don't have to keep reading if you don't want to." You can feel his eyes and you know he's giving you the look. The look he does with half-lidded eyes and his lips drawn into a tight smirk. It was obvious he was getting off on the way he affected you. You were like putty in his hands.

"I'm fine. I'll read this question." You say through a breathy exhale and he laughs. It feels like you're the only one who knows what that laugh entails.

"Jimin opp-" You cut yourself off and you feel your body heat up. Calling him oppa in this scenario felt different. Kind of dirty.

"Jimin, I'm happy you're back in Korea. How-" You continue but this time Jimin cuts you off.

"Ah, stop." You turn to him confused. His hand massages closer and you can feel his fingertips brush against your core. "You should read the question accurately. Do it again."

"Sorry. Jimin, oh." A wave of pleasure washes over you. His hands were up your skirt and he was rubbing you slowly through the thin panties you wore. You slap a hand over your mouth as soon as the sound leaves.

"Haha, she dropped something. Don't worry, you can keep reading." Jimin makes an excuse for the viewers quickly and you continue.

"Jimin-oppa, I'm happy- happy you're back in Korea. How was your time with bangtan in America?"

"I am so happy you asked." He growls and his hand slowly slips past the thin material. It's getting harder and harder for you to stay quiet, especially when one of his fingers is easing inside you.

"LA is so nice. Maybe it's because of all the rain in Korea. Aish, it's far far far too wet here." He slips a second finger in and you try your best to bite your tongue. As he fucks you with his two fingers, you feel your self melt around him, throwing your head back and spreading your legs farther.

"It's very pretty over there. I think I'll have to visit again. And again." He's added a third finger and he's fucking you in time with his words. You feel a familiar coiling inside you and he knows you're about to cum by the way you clench around him.

"Jimin-ah. I'm close." Your voice is barely audible, but you know he heard you because as soon as the words leave your mouth, he's removing his hand.

"I think I should get going now, army. It's getting pretty late, right? I have to rest so I can show you guys my best performance." He gives a peace sign before turning off the vlive. When his finger hits the red button, you can feel your heart in your throat. What was he going to do now that you two were truly alone?

"I finally have you to myself. Come." He instructs you to sit on his lap and you scramble out of your little wheely chair to follow the order. When you straddle his waist, you can feel his cock straining against his skinny jeans. You can't imagine how much he's been suffering.

"I wonder why I can't stop thinking about you lately." He starts to unzip himself. "I can hear you and Jungkook sometimes. I can't help but wonder how good he fucks you to make you scream like that." You let out a needy moan when he springs from his boxers. Your mouth waters at the thought. "I can't help but wonder if I can make you scream louder."

"Fuck, Jimin." You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, letting your hands comb through the hair at his nape. You're happy you wore a skirt today because the tip of Jimin's cock is pressed beautifully against your lips and it's taking all your weight not to drop down on him and take all of his length at once.

"Are you going to ride me, baby? Gonna sit on my cock and take every inch of me?" One of his hands drifts from your hips to your waist, the other carding through your hair. "Come on, y/n. Show me how well you can take my cock."

At that, you slowly lower yourself on his length and with the way he stretches you out, you can't help but let out a breathy moan into his collarbone.

You steadily increase your pace, his nails digging into the skin at your hips as you took more and more of him faster. A mix of focus and pleasure clouds your mind and you completely miss the sound of the studio door opening.

"Jimin-ahh!" The sudden familiar voice grabs your attention and you look towards the door. Jungkook is standing at the doorway and you almost jump off Jimins dick out of pure shock.

"I let you do a vlive with y/n and somehow you end up fucking her." Despite Jungkook standing at the door, Jimin doesn't stop his suttle thrusts inside you.

"I knew you were watching-" He lets out a growl when you clench around him. "I knew you saw the way I was touching her on vlive. You're next door yet you didn't do anything. I assumed you were letting me have her for myself." Jungkook scowls at his words.

"Or did you enjoy the show? She was already so wet after I only touched her thigh. You should reward her for staying so quiet in front of millions of people."

"Don't you see how wrong that is? Doing something like that in front of army?" Tucking your head into the nook of Jimin's neck, you miss how Jungkook steps closer.

"You're trying to take the moral high ground but look how hard you are, Kookie." Tilting your head up from Jimin's shoulder you look to the right to see if what he said is true.

So be it, it is. Jungkook was wearing loose-fitting grey sweatpants and he was visibly tenting and on display. Your mouth watered at the sight.

"Jagi, be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me." You follow his instructions and get on the ground before him; he tilts your chin up to meet his eyes.

"You'll let Jungkook fuck you while you suck my dick, won't you?" The powerful glint in his eyes contradicts the sweet tone of his voice, you give him a quick nod as an answer.

"That's a good girl. Jungkook-ah, come here." You guess the proposition of getting a piece of you was enough to make him forget his anger because now he's pulling down his sweatpants, his cock springing out from the confines of his pants and slapping his belly.

You always forget how big Jungkook is, each time you wonder if he'll really fit.

"You'll let our maknae ruin that beautiful pussy of yours, right?" At that sentence, you feel a presence behind you before something hard is prodding your entrance. You let out a breath that borders on a moan when he slips the head of his cock inside you.

"That's right. Open wide for me, Jagiya." As soon as you open your mouth, Jungkook is easing every inch of himself inside you and if it weren't for Jimin shoving his length down your throat, you would've let out a moan alerting everyone in the dorm.

"Fuck, y/n. You take me so well." Jungkook's thrusts don't start off slow. As soon as he's buried in you to the hilt, he's pulling out fully and fucking into you hard. The power of his thrusts has you taking more and more of Jimin's cock till you're almost choking around him.

Jimin's hands find their way into your hair and you watch with clouded eyes as he throws his head back, a sigh of your name slipping past his lips. Your name sounds so pretty on his tongue, it's almost overwhelming.

"I know you're close, y/n. God, I want you to cum all over my cock." You've never heard Jungkook talk like this but damn do you love it. His fingers travel underneath you to your aching bud, rubbing quick circles against you that have you clenching around him. At that, you can feel his hips stutter against you.

Jimin's hands knot themselves in your hair, unconsciously pushing you down till your nose was touching his abdomen. Your name along with a string of curses spill past his tongue. You struggle to swallow around him as he bucks into your mouth, his body spasming imperceptibly as he releases inside your mouth and down your throat.

"Ah, you got so tight around me. Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Will you cum with me?" Jungkooks words and his unyielding thrusts hitting the perfect spot inside you have you reeling towards your orgasm. Surely enough you cum at the same time.

When you finally catch your breath, Jimin pulls you up and brings you into a kiss.

"You did so well. I guess Jungkook isn't mad at me anymore?" The smile on Jimin's face mirrors one of a Cheshire cat. You laugh when Jungkook rolls his eyes in response.

"Let's see how cocky you are when I tell Namjoonie Hyung. You too, y/n. Namjoon won't go easy on you, either."

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grantzarrr · 3 years

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Only Ethan’s e.d

Summary: Y/n cant please herself anymore now that she has been with Ethan. So Ethan decides that his dominance needs to be up leveled.

Warnings: smut, spanking, bad writing and a little of a lot really. Maybe some grammar mistakes.

A/n: helloo- um I had to ‘take a break’? ig because of a bad breakup but i have completely become perfectly ok without that asswhole :D also sorry its bad and long ( 2,382!!) I don’t know how to put the “keep reading” :/ thanks for 90 :33

“Why the fuck can’t I do this?” You sighed, there you were legs spread with nothing but Ethan’s shirt bunched up on you and some socks on. You were propped up on some pillows on the bed trying to please yourself so good like Ethan would do to you. But for some reason you just couldn’t make it feel the same as Ethan’s fingers could make you. Ethan was like a god at fingering you, had you on cloud nine every time, had you withering, flicking and bucking your hips up for more when his tips would dance dangerously close to your g-spot. And his beefy thumb slowly circling your clit that he would sometimes dip down and lick down on.

The way his perfectly giant hands got down on you had you weak, making you cum or even squirt every time. The eye contact this man gave was the icing on the cake for you, staring you up and down then worshiping your body. Ethan knew your pussy like the back of his hand that he’ll fuck you with— he knew what motion to work his fingers on each event that fell near. And for some reason you could not pleasure yourself like you used to before Ethan would, you was more than fine with your self pleasement and for damn sure knew your own body. It was like the only thing that worked was Ethan’s cock and fingers now and it would annoy you often, how come your boyfriend—which was heavenly by the way— how come his fingers automatically became the only thing to get you off? When you’ve been dating for about 10 months.

You never had a vibrater nor a dildo before but you decided to order both—just to see how they both worked for you. You ordered a purple 6 inch dildo, not as big as Ethan but it’ll do, you thought. Then you ordered and a bright pink, “4 setting, pleasure giving vibrater” which something you were actually looking forward to using.

But then you decided to try at least one more time with your fingers. But this time with a little help— you opened PornHub and tried finding some rough stuff just to get you going a bit. You angled your phone on the nightstand to where you could see it from the bed and got back in position, as the video started where the couple being already in their position made your pussy tingle some more. Though you just had to imagine it was Ethan to get yourself really up there.

And this is where Ethan had just got done from filming with Grayson and headed to your apartment. Just to cuddle though and not to walk in on his girlfriend trying to finger fuck herself— that was his job. Once he did pull up and make it there, he started getting all giddy and soft just knowing his girl was there in his hoodie nice and comfy on her phone or watching Netflix. Don’t get him wrong, he would love it if he seen her getting ready for some rough and hot sex— Ethan Dolan only did rough and hot sex. Especially after a long day of bickering with his idiot of a brother some hot sweaty sex was calling his name. But tonight he just thought he knew that you were all cozyed up and boy was he wrong.

He had a spare key for just in case, he thought that he wouldn’t tell you he was coming over because you looked so cute when your eyes lit up when he would surprise you and thinking you had his hoodie on he was so giddy. Ethan then slowly made his way down to your room and seen the door open halfway so he just took a little peep. And when he did every soft little moment left his head immediately. There his girl was vigorously trying to please herself using her other hand to roughly toy at her clit and oh look she was coping the man that’s fingering the girl on Porn.

Ethan froze right there in the door frame, freezing at the glorious site in front of him. He just stared at her beautiful pussy being toyed with— his perfect pussy. As the tint in his sweats started forming bigger, his frustration bubbled as well. He remember specifically telling Y/n that “Fucking with this pussy without my knowledge would just lead to you not being able to left a finger to touch it.” But he just knew that she would continue to be a little bratty fuck— like now.

He waited a bit though to just let this occurrence go through his mind a bit, just wanting to hear her little chokes and whines. But he had enough of the rougness Porn playing when he was right there so he decided it was enough. “What do we have here, baby?” He said now walking into the room, exposing himself to her.

And Y/n nearly jumped out of her skin at the immediate present of her boyfriend. “Ethan!?” She shouted immediately pulling a pillow over her lower half, out of fear. “Don’t try to cover up now, you sure exposed it all to the man on Porn.” He teased with you, and truthfully you couldn’t tell if he was pissed off or if he wanted you to continue. He then torn the pillow away from you and opened your legs back. Once he seen just how fucked your pussy looked from you toying at it, he compressed his groan and glanced back up at you from between your legs.

His eyes were darker than his usual gorgeous hazel orbs and full to the brim of lust. Then he spoke a deep hasty voice, “Get on your knees.”, it startled you a bit, never once has Ethan spoken so dark or even to you so coldly to do that. And you loved every second of it, your eyes fluttered as you processed this— and not to mention the absolute puddle he was making you. You were sure he seen it as you still sat there legs spread. But you coughed up a softly, “Wha- what do you want?”, At that he just clenched his jaw.

“I’m mighty sure I’ve made my intentions clear, I want you on your knees sucking my cock till your knees hurt and you’re begging me lift you up.” The words seem to just roll off his tongue so smoothly and you were lost for words. “Perhaps i need to put you in your bratty little place?” He taunted with you. All you did was nodd, it completely blew your mind on where this new Ethan came from, he was never this dominant before. Yes he’s had to throbbing and wet for him in seconds like this but never leaving you completely breathless. He grabbed your throat and kneeled you before him.

You reached up to slide down his sweats while staring straight up at him, maintaining the unspeakable eye contact. He was already rock hard from just watching you and your pussy. You then palmed him slowly though his underwear. “Angel, please no teasing and suck my cock.” He whined out, this is where you knew he’s at his weakest point when you suck him off, he would melt and wither under you when he felt you deepthroating him or when you swirled and kissed around his tip. Going down to his balls sucking them and letting them out your mouth with a pop. Or when you would trace your finger up over him before using your full hand and giving it a squeeze, something he warn you about.

He then grabbed at your hair and starts thrusting softly into your mouth. This is him letting you know he want to throat fuck you, which you allow. He reaches for more of your hair as he speeds up his thrusts, “Fuckk— i can feel me in your throat.” He moans, pretty little sounds leaving his mouth as he continued. “Fucking gag on me Y/n. Take it all- show me how much you can take down your pretty throat.” You were getting so thrilled at his words that you started reaching down to rub your clit. Surely Ethan wouldn’t know with everything that’s going on.

You started moaning a little more than usual on his cock, he could tell. So he cracked his eyes to see you two fingers down playing with yourself, he immediately stopped. You didn’t even notice- with the pleasure you were receiving having you nearly close to getting off blindly you. “Let me fucking show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow rules.” He stated sternly. Pulling his underwear back up but only throwing his shirt and sweats down.

You were now bent over on Ethan’s lap with the fuzzy handcuffs—that was in the ‘secret box’ you and Ethan liked to call it— on your wrists. “I want you to say that you’ll never disobey me again after each spank, got that angel?” He asked but sounded more of a demand the asking. You nodded but only to Ethan’s disapproval, he slapped you ass on the right cheek leaving a small gasp from you and a small discovery of a new kink from both of you. “Nodding is gonna get you know where, angel.”

You laid there appalled at this, did he really want you to say it? Has Ethan become this dominant? “Yes sir!” You squealed, he seemed to be pleased at your response and rubbing you ass cheek he recently slapped.

*spank* “I won’t ever disobey you again, sir!” Spank after spank after spank it continued, you continued to 27 till Ethan felt that was enough. And every spank he gave you, you felt yourself get even wetter and you knew Ethan could too. Your thong was right against his tight, but still he dipped his fingers down and brushed against your heat. “Ah so that makes you wet huh? I should’ve known a brat like you would melt in a second over this.” And he threw to on bed on your back.

Since you were still in handcuffs, you couldn’t touch Ethan, you couldn’t reach over and pull him in. So you decided to really fuck with him about it, “Why the fuck do you have me in cuffs? Your an absolute asswhole for this.” You cocked a brow up when he clenched his jaw and glared at you. “Watch that mouth brat, but since you have so much to say let’s see what you can say with the pretty little gag on, hm.”

He pulled out a orange gag ball from the box, something you didn’t even know was there. He reached around and put it on your mouth and tighten it to fit you. “I’ve spoiled you for to long, got you thinking I won’t break you for this.”

He became by pushing his shirt up from your body and making his way down to your already soaked and toyed with pussy. He slid you thongs off and kissed your clit with his soft plump pink lips and wet tongue, pulling your swollen and throbbing clit between his teeth and sucking hard. Letting out a muffled moan from you and your back started arching off the bed.

He entered two fingers into your pussy, a small form of relief when you felt him dive in. It was finally his fingers, he started speeding up with his movements, licking at you clit, he loved the way your pussy would take him and the way he could slide in so easily. “Mm my fucking pussy.” He growled and dived back down, lapping away so heavenly. Your high started back rising, his finger tips knocking at you g-spot leaving you to flick and buck you hips up so you could cum. He fingers were like perfectly molded for your pussy like it was made for you and you only.

“Mmm.” He heard you from the gag, “gonna cum for me?” He raised from your pussy to glance at you. You hurried and nodded, and Ethan stopped there, you groaned through your gags, really needed that release. “You’re only coming around my cock angel, keep those pretty legs spread for me.”

He was know hamming into you, legs on his shoulders, hands cuffed on the railing headboard and gagged to keep that bratty little mouth shut. Ethan looked up at you to see that your eyes were squeezed shut, so he smacked your inner tight, “Eyes open, angel. Want you to see who’s fucking yo this good.” He snapped, and you didn’t want to him to stop so you forced yourself to keep your eyes open. “Ugh, my pussy is taking me so good, such a pretty little pussy.” He moaned

You were so fucked out and tried already, and your mind being so hazy from the pleasure and the pain that you could only take it, your body trembling as he quickened his pace of his thrusts and strokes. Ethan could sense that you were so close, he didn’t even bother slowing down as he brought you closer to your release. You moaned his name loudly, legs beginning to shake again as you pulled on the cuffdaround your wrists and spit forming on the sides of your gag.

Your head was spinning as you felt his dick twitch inside you. You hoped he would let you cum you were so closed, your toes started curling as you almost reached that point.

“Fuckk- cum, right now angle cum with me.”

His words triggered you so much you came in an instant. The tightness of your pussy when you came made him release early, his cock squirting into you as he filled you up, knowing you were on birth control anyway. He then feel onto you, dick still in you as he uncuffed you and took off your gag.

You both layed there for a minute enjoying each other’s warmth untill Ethan got up and slipped his dick out of you. You felt so empty, he came back and cleaned you up then he layed back with you. “You look so pretty after a good fucking.” He said so softly, it made you giggle. “I love you and this new dominant side.” You said, he just hummed in response.

“You think we need a bath?” You whispered, “Not yet, I wanted to cuddle from the beginning and I get cuddles now.”

#ethan dolan smut #ethan smut #ethan dolan #dolan twins fanfic #dolan twins smut #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan

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cheese-ception · 3 years

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Tactus

Here I come again, with my obnoxious obsession with Latin. Tactus means touch.

Sometimes a little goes a long way, especially when it comes to fluff. Please enjoy this extremely self-indulgent reader insert, my sweet peas ♡

pairing: Leviathan (Obey Me!) x reader warnings: none word count: 1940 beta-tested on my darling @masamune-archive ♡ special tag: @tsubaki3192 ♡

The room is dark, save for the lights coming out of a set of several monitors and the ever-present bioluminescence emitted by the various fish and corals in the giant tank lining the walls.

Stretching languidly, you let out a groan, back stiff from hours of sitting still, blinking away your tiredness. Your little break is almost over and you jump in your chair, the sound of the door opening giving you a little scare, before calm settles over you again upon realising it's just Levi returning from his bathroom trip.

You watch him as he does his little ritual of wiping his hands with a sanitizer, despite only just having washed them, and you smile. He is very particular with his quirks and you find it endearing.

You decide not to tell him though. After all, it's awkward enough between the two of you at times, even without him knowing.

He slinks into his seat, un-muting his headset to announce his return to the rest of the party and you follow suit, eager to get the second half of the raid started. You have always looked forward to the gaming part of your meetings the most, as it has given you something to bridge the space between the two of you. It has connected you on an almost unnervingly natural level, ever since you decided you had enough of being called a normie and invited him to a duel between your avatars in Mononoke Land. You still remember his sulky expression after you wiped the floor with him. The surprise in his face, eyebrows shooting upwards and pupils narrowing to mere dots. The way he nearly threw his controller against the wall in a moment of sheer jealousy overtaking him upon his defeat.

He was very cross with you that night, but you were glad.

Something's changed between you then and he no longer called you silly nicknames, no longer doubted you whenever you expressed interest in a new game coming out or a series to watch.

It took some time, but eventually he seemed to let down most of his walls around you, treating you like his equal in your shared passion over gaming and inviting you to play on his computer instead of being stuck with your somewhat outdated model.

He insisted it was because 'if you lagged it would slow him down and he did not want to have to carry you through the content', but the slight twitch in the corner of his mouth betrayed him and you knew he actually wanted to spend time together, without the screens separating you.

At least you wanted to believe it, since he obviously never said so himself.

You snap out of your reverie after some time, a smile still on your lips, to find Levi peering into your face.

Your character is laying dead on the floor and you fully expect to be scolded for not paying attention, till you realised everyone else has wiped too and Leviathan's expression seems to reflect worry rather than displeasure.

He is almost unsettlingly close and you hold your breath, colour rising into your cheeks at his sudden proximity. Swallowing audibly, you break the spell and he realises what has been happening, leaning back into his chair so quickly that his head bounces off of the little neck support pillow, causing him to utter a curse in a language you do not understand.

Muffling a laugh, you squeak awkwardly, dismantling the last of your dignity, shrinking into yourself, no longer caring about the game. You watch on as Leviathan's fingers fly over the keyboard in what seems like an intricate dance, typing in strings of letters that are too small for you to see from your spot.

With a click, he powers down his headphones, sliding them off to his neck, where they rest, quiet, in lieu of a necklace. He has no need for jewellery and it is so very like him to be ready to immerse himself in music or voice chat at any given time, so having them ready really is a no-brainer.

You want to chuckle at it, suppressing your voice once more, not planning to tease him about it, not wanting him to know that you found that to be cute as well.

He reaches over to your side of the desk, closing the programs running with a practised precision and you watch him, silent apprehension building up inside you when he scoots a little closer to remove your headset for you.

He seems almost hesitant and overly careful, making sure he does not touch you directly, hands shaking slightly while he tends to the process of getting you fully off-line, making no sound, save for the rustle of his clothes and the soft clicks of the items against the surface of his desk.

You wonder what has gotten into him and decide to help, reaching for the mouse to put it back into its charging station.

Your outstretched hand almost grasps at the peripheral, ready to lift it from the table, but you realise all too late that Levi seemed to have the same idea. You knuckles brush against a warm surface and you freeze, realising it is the back of his hand, already on the device you were reaching for.

He lets out a panicked gasp and you both withdraw, your fingers stroking against him in your hasty retreat, causing him to sigh.

Thankful for the dimness of your surroundings, you fling yourself backwards, cheeks aflame and heart racing.

You knew he didn't like to be touched by others, but the feeling of his skin against yours was too exhilarating to dismiss the butterflies taking flight in your stomach.

Unsure if you could meet his gaze, you let yours dart away and you wring your arms in front of yourself like a child caught in the middle of being naughty.

Silence stretches on and you brave to cast a glance at him after all, curiosity taking the best of you at last.

He stands unmoving, hand still on the desk, supporting his lean frame against it in the same position as when you touched. He resembles a marble statue, so still and so beautiful.

You choke your voice, just in time to restrain the praise that sits at the back of your mind.

There is no denying it, you love him. For all that he is, his bashfulness and embarrassment alike with the way his whole face lit up when he was showering you with details about his little obsessions, the delicate way with which he traced the spines of the countless volumes of manga filling the shelves of his room, how he always seemed taken aback by your interest in the things he liked, how his sunset-like eyes shone when he was happy. You are smitten, but you do not want to cross any boundaries, don't want to ruin the friendship you worked so hard and so long to build. He means too much to you to selfishly walk all over it just to fulfil your likely one-sided wishes.

After a solid couple of minutes of absolute stillness, Leviathan clears his throat, carding his digits through his hair as he speaks, voice so soft it nearly breaks you.

'I... I'm sorry, I did not mean to...' he stammers and your heart lurches to your throat, moved by the fact that he is the one to apologize, even though he has no real reason to.

He turns to face you, leaning against the edge of the desk in what looks like an attempt at an easygoing pose, though you can sense the discomfort he is in, watching as his fingers dig into the semi-discarded mousepad.

'I am sure you wouldn't want someone like me touching you, I was just trying to help because you seemed a little out of it. Forgive me.'

You rise from your chair to level with him, taking a small step forward to cut down some of the distance between you, not too close but hoping to offer some comfort by not turning away, knowing he likely expected you to do so.

His face is dusted by an intense blush, spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears and disappearing under the collar of his hoodie. He is a sight to behold, long lashes peeking underneath a thick fringe of silky hair, head tilted slightly to the side, awaiting your reaction with a bated breath, chewing on his lower lip nervously.

'There's nothing to forgive, silly. I did not mind in the slightest,' you utter, words leaving you so suddenly that you clasp your hands over your mouth, cursing yourself for sounding so direct instead of easing him in.

'What?' he retorts, the pitch of his voice a little higher than normal, his blush somehow still growing in intensity.

You blink rapidly, covering the rest of your face, no longer able to look at him, stiffness stilling your legs before you take another step closer.

'I said I did not mind. Your touch, that is. It was nice, actually.'

Your voice comes out hoarse and so quiet that he has to convince himself he did not just imagine it while he shifts against the desk, the whole setup creaking slightly under his weight.

'Can you... say that again, I think I misheard?' he inquires, taking time to spell out each of the words with obvious disbelief.

You repeat again, a sliver of confidence seeping into your words, lending them some of the strength they were lacking before.

He stares at you, stunned, irises dilated and the air around him shivering with his aura and you wonder if you perhaps upset him after all, all too aware that his form shifts when he experiences strong emotions.

His eyes gleam in the darkness, a possessive glint bringing out their colour and you take in the sight, seeing him change into his demonic form, scales sprouting over his neck, coral-like horns adorning his head in intricate curves, his tail swaying around him before wrapping around one of his legs.

You half-expect him to pounce at you and punish you for your insolence, but his actions are staggeringly gentle and he extends his hand to you timidly, trying his best not to shy away.

'T..then do you maybe want to do it again? I also, uh... Didn't mind!' he stutters, his other hand rubbing the back of his neck, so darling and fragile, despite his altered appearance.

Time seems to move in slow motion as you nod, taking his hand in yours as if it was the most holy of all artefacts, gently sliding your fingers between his, pulling it closer to you. He lets out a shaky breath and closes his eyes, his tail coiling around your waist in a gentle embrace and you feel him squeeze your hand softly, his digits warm against yours.

Taking the final step towards him, you snuggle against his chest, inhaling his scent. He smells like the ocean and the soda you both drank before and it's the sweetest, most soothing thing you have ever experienced.

You feel him rest his chin against the top of your head and exhale, relaxing against you carefully, not letting go of your hand for a single moment, afraid that you might. He hardly needs to worry about that though, because it's the last thing on your mind. There's no other place you would rather be than with him and you make it your quest to make him realise it, no matter how long that may take.

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