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rileyslibrary · 3 months
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You burst into the office and slam the door behind you. Ghost jumps from his seat and looks up from the paperwork he’s been filling out. His eyes widen as you sprint towards him.
“What the f-”
“Just play along,” you interject, dragging a chair and plopping down. You grab two sheets of paper from the pile next to him and snatch the first pen within reach.
He keeps staring at you dumbfounded before managing to utter something.
“Can you at least-”
“Nope,” you cut him off while focusing on the papers and nibbling on the pen. “No, can’t do. You need to trust me on this one.”
“Define what ‘this one’ is.” He demands.
“Shhhh,” you hush him, waving your hand dismissively and glancing over your shoulder at the door. “He’s coming.”
“Who’s com-”
The door swings open, and footsteps approach. They settle beside you, and a hand slams on the desk. Ghost looks at the hand, then upward.
“Captain,” he says. “What brings you in-”
“For the love of everything you hold dear, Simon, you better not be involved in any of this,” Price warns. He slams his hand on the desk again and looks at you. “Why were you running away from me?” He asks.
You stare at him with furrowed eyebrows before removing the pen from your mouth.
“I wasn’t running away from you, sir,” you reply, pointing the pen at Ghost. “I was late for my meeting with the lieutenant.”
Price turns towards Ghost, seeking for an appropriate answer. The lieutenant sits up straight on his chair, clasps his hands together and motions with his head towards you.
“Very punctual, this one.” He says.
“Cut the crap, Simon,” Price orders and turns to you. “What were you doing inside Bravo Unit’s barracks last night?”
“Bravo Unit has barracks?” You ask Ghost. He shoots you a side-eye and raises one eyebrow.
“Stop playing dump and answer the question,” Price warns and points at Ghost. “And don’t look at him—he’s not covering for you this time.”
“How about you start from the beginning, boss,” Ghost interjects. “What happened?”
“Someone broke into Bravo Unit’s barracks last night and stole every inch of toilet paper they had,” Price says, looking at you, then turning to Ghost. “And not just toilet paper, mind you! Kitchen rolls and tissues are gone as well.”
“Tsk tsk tsk,” Ghost murmurs, shaking his head. “Such an inconvenience.”
“Inconvenience, Simon?” Price whispers, leaning on the desk. “The entirety of Bravo Unit had to wipe their ass with parchment paper this morning.”
Ghost brings his hand to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. He lowers his head and takes deep, laboured breaths. Price is already fuming, so you decide to intervene.
“I was never inside Bravo Unit’s barracks, sir,” You state. “I just happened to walk through it once.”
“Oh, I see, I see—you walked through it once,” Price repeats, nodding. He removes something from his pocket and slams it on the desk.
“The instigator left this behind,” he states, looking back and forth between the two of you.
You and Ghost look at the garment on the desk—it’s a skull balaclava that once belonged to the lieutenant. He gave it to you last Winter since your ears and nose tend to get cold during patrol.
“Now,” Price states, “would you care to brief me on who this belongs to?”
“Hm,” you murmur, setting the pen and papers on the desk. You pick up the mask and start examining it. You look at Ghost, who stares at the mask with his eyeballs threatening to pop out of his face. He shoots you a deathly stare, and you redirect your attention to Price.
“That looks like it must be the lieutenant’s,” you reply, lifting the balaclava next to Ghost’s masked face. “With the skull and all—it’s a perfect match, actually.”
You both turn to Ghost, whose expression has transformed from utter disbelief to an inexplicable calmness.
“Indeed, that looks exactly like the one I lost,” Ghost confirms, taking the mask from you.
“Is it now?” Price asks in a high-pitched voice, tilting his head to the side. “Do me a favour and smell it for me, Riley.”
Ghost does exactly as he’s told. He brings the mask close to his nose, sniffs it, and nods. “Yup,” he confirms. “Smells exactly like me, too.”
Price sighs, takes a bottle from the pocket of his cargo pants and slams it on the desk. “So you want me to believe you use ‘Magnolia Blossom with Moroccan oil’ as a shampoo?” he asks.
“I’ve got dry hair.” Ghost shrugs.
“You should try coconut oil instead,” you suggest to Ghost, “it’s cheaper.”
Price kicks the chair next to you, and you both turn to look at him. He presses his lips together, and a red flush creeps on his neck, threatening to reach his head. He opens his mouth to say something, but you stop him.
“Why did you go through peoples’ stuff without their permission, sir?”
“Oh, I wasn’t going through anyone’s stuff,” Price explains. “You just were dumb enough to ditch the balaclava right behind the barracks. The detection dog picked up on the smell and led us to your stuff—it was a perfect match, just like you said.”
“You had sniffer dogs involved in this?” Ghost asks.
“I had to.” Price replies. “Pair the parchment paper with a day full of training, and Bravo Unit developed the worst rash they had since wearing diapers.”
A chuckle escapes Ghost, and he tries to silence it with his hand. He takes quick gasps of air, and you try to retain your laughter, too.
“Please tell me you’re not laughing!” Price shouts.
“No, boss,” Ghost says and wipes his tears, “It’s just so-”
“-sad,” you say and wipe your eyes as well. “It’s so sad.”
Price looks at you, then at the lieutenant. Now defeated, he sighs and throws his head back, shutting his eyes.
“I’m done with both of you.” He says, lifting his arms and dropping them to his sides. “I expect all toilet papers to be returned today. And as for you, you are responsible for cleaning Bravo’s toilets for the entire month.”
“For the whole month?!” You shout and wince at the idea.
“Be glad I didn’t make you wipe their asses as well.” He shouts as he walks to the door and slams it behind him.
Ghost recovers from the laugh and directs his attention to you. He tries to be serious but his teary eyes betray him.
“That was a hazardous operation you did back there,” he says.
“I didn’t do anything.” You reply, still vouching for your innocence. “But whoever did it taught Bravo Unit not to mess with our thermostats again.”
Ghost shakes his head. “I just happened to walk through the barracks once,” he says, repeating your earlier statement. “What were you thinking? Who walks through barracks?”
“I don’t know,” you reply, shrugging. “Ghosts would be my guess.”
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redflagshipwriter · 2 months
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Check Yes (to go on a date with a dead guy)
Chapter 1
The expectant smiles froze on his siblings’ faces.
Jason blinked, still shaking off the disorientation of the green twisting blur that always came when he took his turn with tHe RitUaL. “What?” he said. It came out defensive. Usually they were all laughing by this point.
Dick reached out and took the post-it off his forehead. “We may have misunderstood this sacrificial thing.” He frowned at the note.
Jason tore it away and flipped it around to read it.
“...Please stop the bridal sacrifices,” he read, voice instantly trembling with the need to laugh. Holy shit. “Proposal is kinda forward. But if you really want, I’d totally go on a date with you. Check yes or no. Danny.” There were two smiley faces after the name and a scribbled drawing of a human looking guy with tall hair.
The batcave was in total, mortified silence. The ritual that had become their pre-patrol goof-off activity of choice had maybe… maybe been a mistake?
“I’m kinda hurt,” Dick broke the silence. “I’m marriageable. I’m a catch, even.” He was joking, but Jason was pretty sure that it wasn’t totally baseless. Who would look at Dick and then choose Jason, of all the people?
Stephanie snorted. “It’s probably your reputation as Ritchie Rich,” she soothed. “I’m sure if this… is it the same guy every time?” She blinked, clearly distracted from her original thought. “Have we all been proposing to Danny day after day?” She wondered. She started counting on her fingers.
“Twice last week,” Tim said thoughtfully. “I proposed to him twice last week.” A line formed between his brows. “I should probably tell Bernard, huh?”
“We must communicate with whoever this Danny is,” Damian said immediately. “If this realm possesses both animal life that resembles our fauna and sentient beings capable of the bad judgment necessary to select Todd as a suitor over Richard, we must know more.”
Jason made a face at Damian and flipped him off, but didn’t disagree. “How is this supposed to work?” He waved the post-it. That did imply some modernity, at least. They were communicating with someone who had stationary. “If I was going to check it, would he know what I picked? Or would I have to– should be bride sacrifice a notebook back and forth?”
“A notebook,” Tim said scathingly. “We can do better than that. A communicator, a phone.”
“Who says Danny has signal, dingbat,” Jason shot back. “He’s probably out of the service area.”
Cass took the paper out of his hand and peered at it. “Yes or no,” she asked, cutting off the disagreement before it could get heated.
He didn’t have to think about it. “Yes,” Jason said, mischief in every line of his body. “I gotta see where this is going. We should at least meet the guy.”
“He said you were tempting!” Dick gasped. He grabbed Jason by the arm and clung on. “Remember? The first time? You’re his type!”
Damian made a ‘gross’ face, features scrunched up like an unhappy cat. Stephanie ‘ooooed’ like she was watching a wrestling match. Cass merely looked thoughtful.
Jason shook his annoying brother off and kept him at a distance with a palm on Dick’s forehead.
“Oooh, the void boy has a crush on you,” Stephanie teased. “You’d be such a beautiful bride, Jason.” She didn’t react to Cass reaching into her hip pouch and withdrawing a sparkly purple pen. Jason loftily ignored Stephanie and watched Cass carefully check YES.
The note disappeared. Cass looked at her empty hand. She flicked the pen between her fingers. Her brow scrunched up.
“Shit!” Jason cursed. “Did-”
The group broke out into an explosion of excited sound.
A throat cleared from the stairs. “Kids?”
Batman stood there, wearing wary suspicion and most of his patrol outfit. He was under the impression that they had agreed to stop sacrificing each other to the green void.
“She took my pen,” Stephanie wailed, instantly switching tracks. Cass backflipped away three times and then leapt directly upwards into the rafters, waiving the purple pen tauntingly. Stephanie chased after her.
“What-”
“Jason won’t let me hug him,” Dick tattletailed. He lunged to grab at Jason. Jason dodged on reflex and threw himself into the scuffle.
“I need to call Bernard.” Tim turned and outright left the Batcave. “I’ll be about five minutes late for patrol, B.”
Bruce watched this chaos with bewildered eyes. “...We leave in ten,” he said, and visibly gave up.
The date, when it came, was a fuckin surprise to Jason. He was minding his own business compiling a report on everything the Two-Facers had done last week. (There was a surprising amount of bureaucratic process involved in making yourself the judge, jury, and executioner of people who sucked.)
And then there was a violently green hole in his wall. “Huh,” Jason said, leaning back in his chair. He pulled the handgun out of his desk drawer and cocked it at the portal. “Not sure I care for that.”
“Thanks, wolf,” came a warbled and nonsensical reply. Jason turned off the safety.
His brow furrowed. “What?”
The portal flashed white and it closed. He was lifting his gun to point at the man now standing in his apartment before he’d actually processed that someone had come through. This guy moved fast.
“This is where you live?” The other man was peering around Jason’s apartment. He seemed politely interested at best, and, Jason felt, much less concerned by the gun than he should have been. “I heard bats before. I thought there would be more bats.” His tone was disappointed. He looked at Jason and then flinched his palms out and up, as if he thought he might have come off rude. “Not that you need bats! Or that I’m disappointed by the lack of bats in your decor. In fact you have wonderful, uh, curtains.” He very obviously named the first thing that he saw. He pretended to be fascinated by them. “The red sure is a choice.”
Jason snorted.
“A great choice! I’m not criticizing your home. It’s great.”
Jason realized that if he didn’t say anything to save him, Danny was going to ramble himself into a verbal corner and slink out of the dimension to escape his obvious embarrassment.
“...You hair looks just like in the picture you drew,” Jason said. He put the safety back on. “Hello, Danny.” The name tasted odd in his mouth. It twas just a little pedestrian for the other man– no, teenager, the other teenager.
Danny looked young. No wonder he’d thrown Dic back like the wrong fish.
Jason felt a little less smug about having been the one chosen. Maybe he was just the most age appropriate candidate, not Danny’s type. Timmers was only two years younger, sure, but he was petite enough that it was a little ambiguous.
Danny turned away from Jason’s window and beamed up at him like that was the greated compliment he could have ever received. “I don’t actually have your name! Which is funny, since you kept manifesting in my house.”
God help him, Danny was cute. Jason reached out a hand. “Jason.”
Danny looked at his outstretched hand and then back to his eyes. He blinked. “Are- oh!” He flushed green and his hand shot out to meet Jason’s in what was very clearly the first handshake of his life.
It was a struggle not to laugh. He didn’t wanna make Danny feel bad so he held it in. There was a helpful distraction in that Danny was fascinating to the touch. It didn’t feel like he was touching a human hand. First off, the hand was about the temperature of butter straight from the fridge. Secondly, somehow the physical contact made Jason taste mint in his mouth.
But really, it just… it didn’t feel like human skin. It was too smooth. There was a raised line from a scar, but the texture was as if all the wrinkles and pores of human skin had been polished off. Like if you held the hand of a marble statue and it was somehow also soft.
Jason pulled his hand away before he could wonder too much if that supernatural smoothness extended elsewhere. Ah. Too late. He flushed a little red, even though the only exposed skin was Danny’s hands and face. “So you’re here to uh, set up a date?” he offered.
Danny blinked at him. “Are you busy now? I was thinking now.”
…He was sort of busy. Jason closed his notebooks, only now concerned that Danny might have seen extremely sensitive information. “Nope,” he lied, attention catching on Danny’s freckles. Something about them was pinging as relevant. Was there a pattern? They weren’t symmetrical or anything. Were they fake?
Danny beamed and - he floated up a few inches in his excitement. Holy hell that was cute. “Great!” he enthused. “Should we go to your place or to mine?”
Uh.
Jason turned violently red. “We are already in my place.” His voice came out tight. He- he hadn’t meant that. That was not a first date activity for him.
It took a few seconds for the penny to drop. “Go out in your city or go to the Ghost Zone!” Danny waved his hands frantically. “I’m not being a creep I swear! I mean, we are kind of spiritually engaged but I’m also engaged to– are those people your friends and family?” He was outright horrified. “Oh my GOD, I’m-”
“I would love to take you out around town, but you’ll stand out,” Jason interrupted. He couldn’t hold back the smile. “We can make it work, though. Thoughts on hats and glowing less?”
“Oh, that’s easy.” Danny twitched his hands outward in a motion he probably didn’t even know he was doing. There was another flash of white light that crawled up and down his body.
And Danny one was gone. Danny two stood in Jason’s apartment with dark hair, patched jeans, and a loose t-shirt that hid the musculature his jumpsuit had displayed. He had a full palette switch of his eyes and skin tone as well.
He was obviously the same guy. He just felt more down to earth now.
“Useful,” Jason said, and tugged at his snow-white forelock. “Think you could teach me to change my hair like that?” He was only half joking. It was the bane of his existence when he needed to go undercover. It was too distinctive.
“No, but Doctor Frostbite might be able to sort that out for you,” Danny replied absently.
Jason grimaced instinctively. He knew way too many gimmicky villains to want to do to someone called Doctor Frostbite. “That sounds like the name of a B-tier villain with blue hair.”
Danny paused and clearly contemplated it. “That’s Ember, actually,” which made no branding sense because the word ember evoked warm colors. “Lead the way!” He bounced on his heels, which Jason guessed was his human form equivalent to floating up.
Jason cleared his throat. “I, uh, am gonna want to change.”
For the first time, Danny really looked him up and down and realized that he was wearing a white sleeveless undershirt and black boxers. Jason waited patiently as Danny went through all the stages of grief and social mortification. That didn’t stop Danny’s eyes from followed Jason’s bare arms when he casually lifted one and flexed a little, rubbing at the back of his head. Ha. Eat that, Dick.
“I’m going to go drown myself,” Danny said, now violently pink. Huh, even blushing for a color change. “Can I use your restroom?”
“Stay alive enough to pick between Korean or Mexican,” Jason advised. “I’ll be right back. Should I find you a coat?” He didn’t wait for an answer, frowning at Danny’s bare arms. “I’m gonna find you a coat.” He was already on the way to his bedroom. “It’s freezing out.”
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yxami · 5 months
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Happy nut or not November day 6
desc: yandere childhood friend x gn reader, heavy amounts of jealousy and obsession, yandere stuff, I feel like this is doodoo
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“You’re the most jealous man I know” You spoke with heavy amusement in your voice as you wrote down your grocery list to prepare yourself for a run downtown where you could buy the ingredients for dinner.
“You know other men?” Your childhood best friend’s tone was serious and splashed with a threatening concern of jealousy. You knew he had his problems with you and other potential threats to your close friendship but was it really getting this bad?
“Ha… no?” You put your pen down just a second before you see a quarter of your room whizz past you with his one hand spinning your chair so you were forced around to face him.
“Don’t lie” He huffs, looking like a dog that was stripped of a pup cup after being promised one. “I should be the only man in your life” He whispers, scooting you to the left of your chair so he could squeeze next to you and rightfully slip you into his lap.
“There’s going to be plenty of people in my life, I can’t just avoid every guy that comes along” You sigh, feeling him wrap his arms around your lower stomach as if you were a stuffed animal, keeping you locked in with a comfortable grasp.
“You’re right” He sighs against the back of your neck, making the hair stand up, his lips pressed against your skin before he spoke. “You should keep away from everyone, and just stay in my house forever” He traces the folds on your jeans, running his fingers down your thighs back and forth.
“Very funny” You roll your eyes, reminding him that you weren’t done with your grocery list.
He gives you the time to write down two vegetables for dinner before he’s interrupting you again. “I’m coming on this trip too, right?” He rests his head on your shoulder, not masking that he was reviewing your list along with watching your every move, you already knew he would since he was your best friend and full time stalker anyways.
“If you wanna but im gonna take awhile grabbing everything so you might as well stay home” You wave your hand, grabbing the outfit you were going to wear but not yet changing like he assumed you would.
“I’ll come with you, it’s okay!” He insists before getting kicked out and ordered to stay outside while you change.
Like always, he was sitting right outside, waiting until you were done.
Once the two of you make it to the grocery store you make sure he sticks close by you so he can grab the items you need while you read them out. If he’s going to be here he might as well make himself useful, right? You mentally speak to yourself as you see him looking for the right item.
You’re too distracted with reviewing the list and adding an emoji next to every item you have in the cart to pick up on a lingering stare, not the one that you feel everyday anyways.
“The fuck are you looking at?” Your best friend growls at a person running their eyes up and down all over your body, as if you weren’t already taken by him.
You turn your head almost immediately to see who he was talking to, towering over a stranger holding on a face with enough level of seriousness that says he’s ready to beat them to a pulp.
“Hey hey, let’s just go cmon” You tug on the sleeve of his sweater, switching your attention on the aisle and then on them, hoping nobody would enter to see the situation laid before you.
You didn’t want to see your best friend in another fight, especially not at your favorite grocery store. You’re honestly shocked he hasn’t gotten arrested yet with how many fights he gets into.
“No, I wanna see what the fuck this bitch was staring at” He doubled down, glaring daggers into the limbs that he wanted to tear off of this creep.
“Let’s just go get the rest of our list” You pull on him more, looking extremely worried, which immediately gets your friend’s attention. He sighs and growls threats under his breath, making it loud enough for the creep to hear.
And as soon as he turns, the idiot scurries away faster than when they was caught.
“I’m sorry, that just pissed me off badly, they shouldn’t have been staring” He frowns, seeing how upset you looked. “I don’t mean to pick fights I swear, I just don’t want guys looking at you like that” He curls his arm around your lower torso, pulling you in for a hug.
“Sorry” He meekly says, resting his head on yours.
“It’s fine, just stop getting into fights before you get your ass beat” You picked up your phone to see what was next on the list, dragging him along the entire trip before he could pick another fight.
He was a handful but at least he listened to you?
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forhappysake · 3 months
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Teach Me
A/N: This is my first smut and it is LONG. Sorry y'all, I love a plot. Also, not totally proofread, xoxo.
Warnings: SMUT, professor!reidxreader, implied age gap, mentions of dementia, loss of virginity, bl0wjob, protected sex, use of nicknames (good girl), sub!reader/dom!spencer if you squint
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The fact that you’d managed to get into Dr. Reid’s criminology class was an absolute stroke of luck on your part. You’d stayed up until midnight, eagerly waiting for your round of registration to unlock, and you’d immediately submitted your requests and refreshed the page until you got confirmation. You were elated. You had read so much about the young doctor, only in his mid-30s, who had multiple doctorates and over a decade of FBI experience. You were fully aware that taking his class would elevate your resume, not to mention that he was quite easy on the eyes.
Of course, that last part was just the consensus around campus. He polled “hottest professor” on social media every year since he’d arrived. You stared at his professor profile on the university’s website. The picture was undoubtedly a couple of years old, with brown curls atop his head and a cleanly shaven face. However, you’d heard from lots of the older majors that he’d aged like fine wine. With that in mind, you shut your computer before crawling into bed for the night. This semester can not end fast enough, you thought. 
*Seven weeks later*
Returning from Christmas break was never easy, but knowing you were going into Dr. Reid’s class made things that much easier. It was your last class of the day, from 3:00 - 4:15, and you knew you’d soak up every minute of it. Though after surviving two other earlier classes and multiple rounds of icebreakers with your new classmates, you were starting to lose your initial excitement at what Dr. Reid’s course may hold.
You walked into the lecture hall, noting an empty seat about three rows from the front. Claiming the seat as your own, you pulled out your new notebook and a red pen, scribbling the date and course number at the top of your page. You checked your watch: 2:58. You couldn’t help but tap your foot impatiently as your fellow students filtered into the room.
After a few more moments passed, the side door in the lecture hall opened, and Dr. Reid walked out in front of the room. He didn’t look up at the students, whose murmuring had gone silent the moment he entered. Instead, he turned his back to the group as he wrote his name and the course number on the whiteboard. 
He turned back around, this time scanning the students in the hall before clearing his throat. “Good afternoon, my name is Dr. Reid. I’ll be your professor for this course.” He paced around for a moment before coming to a stop and leaning himself back onto the desk. He looked a bit different from his faculty picture. His brown hair had grown out, allowing you to see more of his curls. His once clean-shaven face had evolved into stubble, and the rings around his eyes looked a bit darker. However, you couldn’t argue, he had aged well. 
“First thing’s first, the university requires that I take roll call for the first three weeks of the course.” You waited for him to fumble around on the computer or take up a piece of paper with all of your names on it. Surprisingly, Dr. Reid began calling out names from memory without picking up a roster. “Riley Anderson?” 
“Here,” a light-haired boy in the back of the class said, waving his hand. 
The back and forth of Dr. Reid calling names and students replying went on for another minute before he came to your name, “Y/N Y/L/N?”
You raised your hand and offered a small smile, “Here.” He looked up at you and smiled back. As you looked away, you could feel his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he cleared his throat and continued, making quick work of the rest of the roll call before starting the course. 
The first day’s lecture was relatively tame. Nothing too gruesome was discussed, and thankfully the young doctor didn’t make you play any more icebreaker games. Upon class dismissal, a large line of students eager to make nice with their new professor lined up at his desk. Though you had hoped to meet the doctor personally, you didn’t want to wait around after being on campus all day. You quickly gathered your books and shoved them in your backpack before walking up the stairs and leaving the lecture hall. 
As with all semesters, the work began to pile on quickly as you did your best to keep up. Most of your classes began to blend together. However, Dr. Reid’s class was always your first priority. There was something about him that made you feel the urge to make him proud of your work. Maybe it was the way he’d smile thoughtfully as you asked him questions during the lecture or the time he’d made extra office hours for you when you needed help with a paper. It could have even been the morning you’d bumped into him in the campus coffee shop and he’d paid for your drink. As you pondered this, laying in bed the night before your midterm, you couldn’t help but feel a little silly. He did these things for all his students, right? You did your best to quiet your thoughts before forcing yourself to sleep the night before your exam. 
The next morning, you walked through campus with a certain confidence in your step. Though you had never been a great test-taker, you were confident that you were going to do well on Dr. Reid’s midterm. He’d even been so kind as to offer you a study guide, which you had been working through over the last week. You were prepared, but as you approached the lecture hall, you could see that your classmates weren’t feeling so confident. 
A young boy sat by the door, frantically scanning his handwritten notes in a last-minute attempt to memorise information. Several others followed suit.
Dr. Reid came around the corner, exams in hand. “Good morning, Y/N,” he said with a bright smile. “Are you ready for the exam?”
“Born ready, Doc,” you joked, following him into the lecture hall and settling into your seat. Dr. Reid passed out the exams. Just as you suspected, you finished without a hitch. You dropped the paper on his desk and he offered you a small smile as you turned and left the lecture hall. 
You made your way to the library to study for your fifth and final midterm. You chose your typical spot in the corner of the room, hidden behind a large bookshelf. As you settled into study, you put your headphones in. As you dove into your reading, you became oblivious to the world around you. An hour passed, and it was only when you felt a tap on your shoulder that you were pulled from your work. 
You turned to face whoever had tapped you, and you failed to hide your surprise when you were met with the dark eyes of Dr. Reid. “Oh, hey!” you said, trying to be casual as you paused your music and took your headphones off. “What are you doing here?”
He looked down at you from his standing position, offering an awkward shrug. “I’m not sure, really. I guess I just thought I might find you here.” 
You furrowed your brow. “Is something wrong? Did I mess up on the exam?” 
Dr. Reid shook his head, tucking his hands in his pockets. “Goodness, no. You did wonderful. The grade is already in, actually.” “Oh,” you mumbled, smiling a little at his compliment. “Well then, what’s up?”
He stumbled around for a second, working up the confidence to utter his next sentence. “I was wondering if you were free tonight.” 
Your eyebrows raised and you felt your jaw drop a little. Was this happening? “Uh… f-for what?” you asked, trying not to get your hopes up. 
He pulled his hands from his pockets, fiddling with his tie as he shook his head. “Ah, you know, this was silly of me. I should go,” he turned to turn from you, but you reached out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away. 
“For what?” you asked again, ignoring his previous comment. You locked eyes with him, trying to read his expression.
He stood up a little straighter, your obvious interest seemingly bolstering his confidence. “I’ve been working on an article for a journal publication here at the university. I was wondering if you’d be willing to look it over for me,” he said. There was silence for a moment before he added, “I will also be cooking a new pasta recipe I found, and I would like it if you would stay for dinner after that.”
You felt a small smile creeping on your face, but you tried to contain your excitement. However, you could tell from the blush growing on his cheeks that he noticed. “I would love to do that, Dr. Reid. If you could send the address to my personal email, I would be more than happy to be there in-” you looked down at your watch, “roughly an hour.” 
A smile spread over his face, “Great. I’ll do that right away.” He looked around the library for a moment before he seemed to realize where he was, snapping back to reality. “Right, well, I’d better go straighten up my place a bit. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.” With that, Dr. Reid turned from you and headed for the library door. He glanced back at you once, the blush on his cheeks evident as he walked out onto the quad. 
After Dr. Reid’s departure from the library, you quickly gathered your things and rushed to the parking lot, making quick work of the drive back to your apartment. You jumped in the shower and rinsed the day off yourself before drying off and standing in front of your closet. 
You examined your clothing choices. This wasn’t a date, was it? Maybe you should go with business casual… or should you choose something a bit more scandalous? Scandalous seemed to be the winning choice. If anything, you could lie and tell him you were going out after leaving his place. He wouldn’t think anything of it, right?
You settled on a shorter black dress that had a low-cut top. It exposed the tops of your breasts in a way that wasn’t wildly distasteful but wasn’t too subtle, either. You decided to skip on the underwear for the evening, the idea of being exposed underneath your dress enough to excite you. You’d never been with a man before, and you figured tonight wouldn’t necessarily be any different. You might as well have some secret fun of your own. 
Checking your watch, you realized you were running short on time. You dashed back out the door to your car. Checking your phone, you saw he’d emailed you as he promised: 
From: Spencer Reid Here’s the address you asked for, along with my apartment number. I look forward to seeing you soon.  -S.R.
You couldn’t help but smile as you entered the address into your car’s GPS before taking off. The fifteen-minute drive felt like an hour as you tried not to let yourself get too nervous. You entered the lobby of his apartment building, catching the elevator to the fourth floor. 
“Apartment 424,” you mumbled to yourself as you stepped off and walked down the aesthetically lit hallway. The carpeted floor was pristine, and the view from the window at the end of the hallway told you that living in this building was not cheap. You shook the thoughts from your head as you reached the last apartment in the hallway, closest to the window. This is it, you thought, don’t fuck it up. 
You knocked twice and stopped to listen for any motion on the inside. You swore you could hear the soft lull of classical music from behind the door, and you suddenly heard footsteps fast approaching. The dark wooden door swung open, unveiling the wild curls of Dr. Reid. “Y/N!” he said, a smile spread wide across his face, “I’m so glad you’re here. Please, come in.” He stepped back from the door, ushering you into the room. 
“Thank you, Dr. Reid.” You stepped inside, examining the room around you. It fit his personality wonderfully. The green paint on the walls was accented by large bookshelves and dark furniture. You smiled when you noticed the lack of a television and instead, a record player sat in front of the sofa. “You have a lovely apartment, Dr. Reid,” you whispered, in awe of the way his personality was infused into the design of the place. 
He furrowed his brow at you, tucking his large hands into his pants pockets once more. He must be nervous. “I appreciate that. But please, call me Spencer.”
“Spencer,” you said, testing how the name felt in your mouth. “I can do that.” He smiled at you before gesturing to the couch, offering you a place to sit. You followed his lead, sitting on the far end of the couch as he perched in the middle. You felt him watching you closely, so you turned to look at him. 
Spencer noticed that you’d caught him staring, so he cleared his throat to diffuse the awkward silence that had fallen over the room. “Here’s that piece I’ve been working on, if you’d still like to look over it.” He leafed through some files on the table before pulling out a thick stack of papers, held together by a large paperclip. 
You took the article from him. “Twenty-seven pages front and back? That’s quite the article, Spencer,” you joked, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. 
He blushed sheepishly. “You don’t have to read it all if you don’t want to. I just thought that-” 
You waved your hand, cutting him off. “Of course, I am going to read it all. I’ll get started right away if you want to go work on something else.”
“Actually, I think I’m going to start that recipe I mentioned if you’re still interested in dinner,” he rose from the couch, watching for a sign of your approval. 
You looked away from the papers to smile up at him, “Certainly, thank you.”
As he walked away, you continued scanning the papers he had given you. You weren’t sure why he wanted you to review it, you could find no issues. You let out an audible sigh, which Spencer heard from the kitchen. 
“Are you doing okay?” he asked. 
“Oh, yes! I’m not sure why you wanted me to look over this. It’s flawless,” you said, sounding almost disappointed. 
“I would take that as a compliment if you didn’t sound so let down,” he said jokingly, a nervous tinge in his voice. 
You shook your head, “I feel that I wasn’t much help.” 
He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’ve been a great help on this project. In fact, the questions you asked about the behavior of female abusers in class were what got me thinking about this in the first place.”
A blush spread over your face, “Really?”
He smiled, trying not to make it too obvious that he noticed the blush on your cheeks. “Really. You’re easily my best student. Your drive is unmatched, and your work is some of the best undergraduate writing I have ever seen. You should consider graduate school if you aren’t already.”
I shrugged at his words. “I’m trying not to get ahead of myself. We’ll see where life takes me, I reckon.” Spencer nodded before padding back to the kitchen, checking whatever he had put together in the oven. Almost on cue, a kitchen timer dinged, letting him know creation was complete. 
He pulled an oven mitt onto his large hand and pulled the dish out of the oven, setting it carefully on the stovetop before he turned back to you. “If you’d like to come sit at the kitchen table, I’d be happy to serve you.” You did as he requested, picking one of the two seats set at the table. Two glasses of wine were readily poured and thick, black cloth napkins were placed at each chair. You spread the fabric over your lap, noticing the careful vines embroidered along the trim. 
“Are these hand-embroidered?” you asked. 
Spencer nodded, “My mother used to live with me. She enjoys doing that sort of thing. I came back one day and she’d done these floral patterns around the edges.” He held up his cloth, gently tracing his finger along the vines and flowers. 
Despite your evident interest in her handiwork, you couldn’t help but wonder about his mother. “Your mother used to live with you?” you asked. “Where is she now?”
Spencer sighed as he looked down, gently laying his cloth across his lap as you had done moments before. “She stays in a nursing facility where they can give her the attention and care she needs. Between working at the university and consulting on cases for the Bureau, I wasn’t doing enough.” As he looked up at you again, you could hear the implication of his final statement: I wasn’t enough. 
You reached for the hand he’d placed back on the table, gently covering it with your own. “I’m sure you did everything you could for her. I’m certain she knows how much you care for her.” 
He offered you a sad smile, turning his hand up under yours and gently wrapping his fingers around your hand. “Thank you, Y/N.” Spencer trailed off, seeming to zone out for a minute as his eyes glazed over. You gently pulled your hand away from him, bringing him back to reality. 
“Well, uh,” he cleared his throat, rising from the table. “We can’t have dinner without the food, how silly of me.” Spencer gently picked up the dish from the counter, setting it on the table in front of you. You examined the dish of pasta. “May I?” Spencer asked, scooping up a healthy spoonful. 
“Sure, thank you,” you picked up your plate, offering it to him. He placed a large helping of food on your plate along with a piece of bread before passing it back to you. You waited for him to serve himself and get reseated before you took a bite. “Oh my god,” you mumbled. 
Spencer’s eyes shot up from his plate as he dropped his fork on his placemat. “What’s the matter?”
You shook your head, eyes wide in amazement. “This pasta is incredible. Where did you find this recipe?” 
Spencer’s shoulders relaxed and he let out a small laugh of relief. “Oh, I got it from a coworker. He’s a true Italian – cooks this sort of thing all the time.” 
You lifted the glass of wine he’d set out for you earlier. “Cheers to this mysterious coworker and your ability to replicate authentic Italian cuisine.”
He mirrored your movements, and your glasses gently clinked together. You locked eyes with him as you both took sips of your drinks. Something about the moment was wildly intimate and laced with flirtation. 
You forced yourself to look away, examining the cloth on your lap. “So, uh,” you stuttered, “are you looking forward to the end of the semester?”
Spencer took a bite of his pasta, mulling this over for moment. “Well,” he started, “yes and no. How about you?” He looked you over. You wondered if he was trying to profile you based on his careful examination of your body language and facial expressions. 
You chose to shrug, “Yes and no.”
“Why’s that?” he asked. 
“Oh, I’m not sure. There are some classes I’ll miss. Yours, of course.” 
He smiled shyly, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You should. I love your class, but it’s really more than that,” you mumbled, refusing to make eye contact as you fiddled with the hem of your dress. 
He quietly rose from the table and approached your side, looking down at you carefully. “Tell me,” he whispered. He leaned down to you, putting a hand under your chin and forcing you to look at him. He placed his large hands on either side of your face, as one of his thumbs gently caressed your cheekbone. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong,” he whispered. His dark eyes scanned your own. “Tell me if I’m reading this wrong and we can forget this. We’ll never talk about this again.” 
You swallowed nervously. “You’re not reading this wrong,” you answered quietly. You brought one of your hands up to cover one resting on your face. 
You rose from your seat and he followed suit. He stood several inches taller than you, adding to the strange power dynamic between the two of you. 
He lowered his hands, running them over your shoulders and down your arms until he slipped his hands around your hips, holding you in place in front of him as he looked at you. You could see the way he held himself back from you. He was trying to decide just how far he should go. 
You sighed and reached for him. “I’m not made of glass, you know,” you whispered jokingly, hanging your arms loosely from his neck to pull him a bit closer to you. He complied, leaning over you silently as your words hung in the air between you. 
“This entire situation is delicate,” he said in a serious tone. “I just don’t want to overstep.” 
“Spencer,” you laughed. “I’m standing in your apartment, calling you by your first name. Your hands are wrapped around my hips. I’m hanging off your neck. Don’t you think we’ve already overstepped?” 
He considered this for a second, looking around the room. “I suppose. What are you thinking?” he asked genuinely, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. 
“I’m thinking,” you said, pressing your body against his, “that I would love to push some more boundaries with you.” 
As much as he tried to deny it, he found himself giving in to you. Spencer closed his eyes, letting the scent of your perfume flood his senses. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this,” he whispered. 
“Tell me,” you pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. He leaned back, allowing you full access.
“Fuck-” he murmured, “I noticed you from the beginning. You…” His words trailed off into a groan as you gently sucked on his neck. He ran a hand down your body, pressing you against him with a large hand on the small of your back. “You’re always so attentive, so eager to learn.”
You hummed in agreement, continuing to trail your lips up and down his neck. “Is there anything else you can teach me?” you whispered dangerously close to his ear. 
He pulled away, placing a gentle hand around your waist, guiding you into the hallway of his apartment. “Where are we going?” you asked. 
“My bedroom,” he said. His hand tightened around your waist as he reached for the door. 
The two of you stumbled inside, unable to keep your hands off each other. You found yourself falling backwards on his bed as he leaned over you, catching your lips in a kiss once again. You ran your hands through his soft curls and thought of all the times you’d berated yourself for imagining this exact moment. This couldn’t be happening. 
“I’m not going to go easy on you,” he mumbled against your lips. You felt a tinge of anxiety. Was now the time to tell him you really had no idea what you’re doing? He ran his hands up the back of your thighs, lifting the hem of your dress and revealing your lack of underwear to him. “No underwear?” he asked, smile evident on his lips as he leaned over you, leaving your back pressing against his clothed chest. 
You blushed, trying not to let on that you’d secretly been praying for this to happen all evening. Of course, Spencer already knew that. You were putty in his hands. 
He lifted himself off of you, and you rolled over to face him as he stood over you. “Stand up,” he said. You did as you were told, rising in front of him. You stayed still as he circled you a moment, almost as if you were some kind of prey. Spencer found the zipper to your dress. He rested his hand on it for a moment, leaning forward to offer you a soft kiss on the cheek. You took it as his way of asking for your consent, so you nodded, to which he immediately began unzipping the back of your dress. 
The black material fell from your shoulders and soon laid limply at your feet. Spencer let out a quiet moan as he turned you around to face him. You were completely bare before him. “My god, Y/N,” he mumbled. 
His lips attacked yours as he pushed you back on to the bed, your dress forgotten on the floor as his hands explored your body. He placed both his hands around your breasts, squeezing them gently as he began kissing down your neck. Spencer’s descent down your body continued with the utmost purpose, as you saw him lowering himself off the bed and down on to his knees in front of you. 
“W-what are you doing?” you asked nervously. 
Spencer looked up from your body to meet your eyes. “I want to taste you,” he said, matter of factly. 
As hot as the statement was, you couldn’t overcome the insecurity and anxiety that had seeped into your mind. In one flash, the confession fell from your lips. “I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, voice barely audible. 
Spencer stopped immediately, completely removing his gaze from your naked figure to focus on your face. He rose from his knees and sat himself on the edge of his bed. “You’ve never had sex before?” Spencer asked gently, looking you in the eyes the entire time. 
You nodded, suddenly feeling extremely vulnerable in front of him. “I probably should have disclosed that sooner. I’m sorry, I know it’s a major turn off,” you started to sit up, reaching for your dress on the floor. As you did, Spencer grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop and look at him. 
“Quite the opposite, actually,” he said. 
You furrowed your brow at him. “Really?” 
He cupped your face with his hands, gently tracing the edge of your jaw with his thumbs. “I know our situation isn’t the most conventional, but if you let me, I promise I’ll take care of you.”
You bit your lip in anticipation. “Okay,” you nodded. 
“Okay,” he whispered. “I want you to lay back for me, and I’ll make you feel good.”
You couldn’t help but trust him as you laid back on to the bed. He dropped to his knees once more, running his hands over your thighs before pulling them apart, exposing you to him. Spencer lunged forward, licking an experimental stripe up your slit to gauge your reaction. You’d never felt anything like it before, and you couldn’t help but moan as he continued his movements, focusing his attention on your clit. 
“Spencer,” you groaned. Your hand found its way to his mess of curls, tugging sharply. He moaned into your center, the vibrations nearly sending you over the edge. “I-I’m close,” you whined, continuing to hold the back of his head. 
You heard him speak from between your legs, “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.” Spencer dove back into your core, wrapping his lips around your clit. 
A sudden intrusion caused your legs to jerk, and you realized he’d inserted a finger into you. The mixture of the wonderful pressure he was placing on your bundle of nerves and the new sensation of his finger thrusting inside you sent you over the edge. You came hard, loosing your grip on the back of his head as you did. 
Spencer remained on his knees, lapping up what he could of you release before he rose to meet you on the bed. “You’re such a good girl,” he said, placing a soft kiss on your forehead as he laid next to you. 
You hummed in satisfaction, forcing yourself to open your eyes. He brushed a strand of hair out of your face. You couldn’t help but notice the sinful amount of clothes that were still on his body. You expressed this by tugging gently on his tie, “Why am I the only one who’s naked?” 
Spencer chuckled. “We can fix that,” he said, rising from the bed. He made quick work of his tie, and undid the buttons on his dress shirt as you watched in awe. As Spencer shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, you took in his physique. Though thin and tall, his muscles were pronounced. You noted a few scars scattered about his figure, and wondered if you could get him to tell the stories behind them. His voice brought you out of  your thoughts. “You’re staring,” he said as he slowly undid his belt. 
You shrugged from your position on the bed, “I like what I see.” 
He let out a quiet laugh as he discarded his belt on the floor next to the bed, the hard leather hitting the floor with a loud thunk. Spencer peeled his pants off his legs, neatly folding them and setting them on a dresser next to the door. You couldn’t help but notice the large tent in his boxers, and found yourself wondering what exactly he was hiding under there. 
Before you could stop yourself, you slid off the bed and stood in front of him. He raised an eyebrow at you, indicating his confusion as you dropped to your knees in front of him. “What do you think you’re doing?” he said with a tinge of humor in his voice. 
“Returning the favor,” you said shyly, not wanting to meet his gaze. 
A large hand came to rest gently on your head as he ran his fingers through your hair, “You don’t have to do this, you know. This is about you.”
You shook your head, finally mustering up the courage to look up at him. “I want to. I want you to teach me,” you whispered. 
That statement was enough to bring an end to his objections. Spencer smiled down at you with a sigh, “Pretty girl. Go ahead.” You smiled happily at the compliment and the permission to continue. You placed a few simple kissed above the hem of his boxers before locking your fingers under the seam and pulling them down completely. Spencer assisted by stepping out of his boxers, and he stood completely bare in front of you. You stared at his figure once more, eyes wide at the sight of him. His length was intimidating, especially for someone as inexperienced as yourself. You were unsure of how to proceed. 
Spencer leant down quietly and took your hand from his thigh, moving it to wrap around the base of his cock. “Now, just move your hand back and forth until you find a rhythm,” he encouraged. Like a student eager to please, you followed his instructions. After a moment he spoke again, “You’re doing so good, pretty girl.” 
You weren’t sure if it was your need to praise him or the flash of unadulterated lust you felt at that moment, but you leaned forward and slid the tip of his dick into your mouth. Spencer looked down at you through hooded eyes, the silent act urging you to continue. You opened your throat the best you could, sliding him further into your mouth until you couldn’t anymore. You wrapped your hand around the rest of him and, in time with the bobs of your head, stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 
“Y/N,” Spencer groaned from above, placing an encouraging hand on the back of your head. He held your hair tightly. “Relax, baby,” he murmured. You slowed your movements so that he could fuck your throat at his own pace. You could tell he was holding himself back for your sake, and your heart swelled at how gentle he was trying to be during such a filthy act. 
You closed your eyes, becoming accustomed to the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat, timing your breaths to the thrust of his hips. Suddenly, you felt the hold on the back of your head let up as Spencer pulled completely out of your mouth. “I’d love to keep doing that,” he said, out of breath, “but there are other places I’d like to finish tonight.” 
You blushed at the implication of his words. He reached a hand out to you, helping you stand up from the ground and pulling you into a passionate kiss. Spencer’s tongue entered your mouth as he moaned into the kiss, hands exploring your figure as he pushed you back towards the bed. You let yourself fall, the soft mattress greeting you as Spencer continued kissing you. 
He reached a hand down between the two of you, taking a hold of one of your thighs and spreading your legs open for him. Spencer pulled away from the kiss, meeting your eyes. “Do you still want to do this?” he asked. 
You nodded. “I want to do this with you, Spencer.”
“You have to be vocal,” he said, continuing to look down at you. “I want you to tell me what you feel and what you need.”  You agreed.  
He kissed you gently once more before guiding his hand in between your legs, pushing a single finger into your opening. Spencer thrusted the digit in and out of you slowly, allowing you to get used to the feeling. “Do you think you can take another one?” he asked quietly. 
You nodded, “Yes.” He gently pulled his fingers out of you, the next intrusion stretching you more than the last. He worked his index and middle fingers in and out of your opening as you moaned under him. 
After another minute, he pulled away from you. “You’re doing so good,” Spencer encouraged. He gave himself a couple quick strokes as he reached over to his side table, pulling a condom out of the drawer. He slid the condom over himself and positioned both your legs on either side of his body, lining himself up with your entrance. “Remember, you have to tell me what you’re feeling. Okay?” 
He rubbed soothing circles on your thigh with one hand as he gently rubbed his cock up and down your folds, collecting your wetness. You whimpered as Spencer pressed his tip into your entrance, body jerking inadvertantly as he continued to enter you. He peppered your collar with kisses as he continued. There was a small tinge of pain which brought tears to the corner of your eyes, but the pleasure was overriding the minor discomfort you felt. After fully entering you, he paused, allowing you to adjust.  
“How does it feel?” he asked. Your eyes, which had been squeezed shut, fluttered open at his voice. 
“Spencer-” you stuttered, “m-move. Please.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling himself back and entering you slowly once again. 
“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned above you. You couldn’t respond, too focused on the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you to begin to form a reply. “I wish you could see yourself right now,” he whispered, peppering your cheeks with kisses, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
You moaned at his praise, and you felt yourself tightening around his cock. “You like it when I tell you how good you’re doing?” Spencer asked, a mischievous smirk rising to his lips. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N. You’re taking me so well,” he punctuated the final two words with sharp thrusts of his hips.
Between the words coming out of his mouth and the consistent movement of his hips, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You moaned, dragging your fingernails down his chest in an attempt to let him know. “Words, baby,” he encouraged. 
“I-” you groaned, “I’m gonna cum.” 
Spencer nodded, lifting himself up on his right arm to create some distance between you. “Hold on for me, one second.” He snaked a single hand down your torso, reaching your clit. He began drawing tight circles on your clit, causing your legs to shake as you tightened around him. Spencer leaned down to you and pressed his body against yours, “Let go, I’ve got you.”
With his permission, your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks. Your back arched off the bed as you squeezed your eyes shut, Spencer’s name falling off your lips. Driven by the feeling of you constricting around his cock, Spencer drove one final thrust into you, pushing himself in to the hilt. 
You felt an unfamiliar sensation as he finished into the condom inside of you, lips parted in a silent groan as he held himself above you, staring deep into your eyes. “Good girl,” he whispered one more time as he collapsed on top of you. You both laid there for a second in a futile attempt to catch your breath. He leaned up, placing a soft kiss on your lips before he pulled out of you, causing you to moan at the sensation. “I’ll be right back,” he said. 
You heard him exit his bedroom, and the sound of water running drew your attention to the bathroom. A moment later, Spencer reentered the bedroom. “Come on, baby. Let’s get cleaned up.” It was then you became aware of the amount of sweat coating your body, as well as the wetness coating your inner thighs. You accepted his outstretched hand as he lead you to his bathroom, allowing you to sink into the bathtub before he followed suit. He climbed in behind you, allowing you to lean back against him. “How do you feel?” he asked. 
You turned your head to look at him, “I feel great.” You sat in silence for a second, a smile spreading across your face. 
“What?” Spencer asked. 
You shook your head, covering your face before letting out a small giggle. 
Spencer’s smile mirrored your own. “C’mon now, what is it?”  
“I guess you did have a lot to teach me, Dr. Reid.” You turned to look at him, eyes meeting for the first time since entering the bathtub. 
Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, lips dangerously close to your ear. “Believe me, there’s lots for you to learn, if you’re interested.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Are you asking me on a date, Doc?” 
He sighed, leaning back against the bathtub. “Sure am.”
“Maybe next time, we’ll actually make it through dinner and get to dessert,” you said with a laugh. 
“I don’t know,” he said, leaning around to look at you. He lowered his voice, “Now that I know what you taste like, you’re my favorite dessert.”
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”𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳?” — GETO
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He knew your family’s apprehensions with jujutsu sorcerers but you didn't care. You wanted to maintain this friendship because the bond you and him shared was valuable. Inseparable. You didnt care what would happen in the future because when your doubts circulated in your head, you went back to that fateful day at the grocery store when you two met.
“Hm, my name’s Geto. Yours?”
”Ah!” You blushed. “Y/N.” You suddenly remembered how to speak a comprehensible language as you picked up the grapes you spilled on the floor running into him,
”Y/N. Yes, that’s it.”
A friendship is what you valued the most. But sooner than later, other feelings began to surface for Geto.
“Ahhhh, exams are so annoying!” You threw your hands down in defeat. Rocking yourself back and forth on the swings, you began to vent about all the studying you had to do in preparation for the next semester of college. Geto sat there, attentive to you as he popped his light blue popsicle in his mouth.
“I’m sure you’re going to do well on the exams. You always study hard. Harder than I ever will, to be quite honest.”
”Geto!” You protested. “That’s no fair. Yes you don’t have to book study but you can,” you lowered your voice into a whisper as you frantically waved your arms and hands in a ghostly manner.
“You know! You know? That. You can do that.” You crossed your arms and looked off at a couple walking down the sidewalk. The girl had her arm linked in the guy’s as they happily shared their food together. The guy brushed the girl’s hair out of her face and kissed her on the forehead, instantly making the girl blush.
Somberly, you looked down, kicking a stray rock out the way as you clenched the chains of the swing. When you looked up, Geto was staring directly at you, the popsicle’s juices streaming down his hand and down his wrist.
You broke the stare-off with a blush but Geto broke the silence.
”You don’t want this power. Trust me.”
”What do you-“ before you could finish your sentence, the chains of the swing rattled, signifying Geto getting up to walk away.
”I’m leaving. I’ll see you tomorrow. Same place as Monday.”
Verbally you didn’t respond but you kept a mental note for yourself.
Suddenly, tinge of bravery snuck up your spine. You pulled out your phone and text Geto:
Let’s meet at the Bread Bun cafe for sweets.
You knew this was a hotspot for couples, but you thought that a little friend date wouldn’t hurt anything.
A few seconds passed, and Geto replied with a thumbs up.
”Ah! Yes!” You cheered so loud that you scared a nearby cat, causing it to hiss and scatter away.
You were more dressed up than usual today. Nervously, you re-applied your lipgloss as you waited for Geto to decide what he wanted from the Cafe. The waitress nervously circled back and forth to your table for 30 minutes before deciding to give up on being persistent. If you were ready you would call them at this point.
“Hmmm, everything here sounds so… sweet.” No shit, Geto! “Do they have any soba?”
“I think they have a regular food menu, you just have to ask for it.”
Without an extra word, he raised his hand and the giddy waitress walked over with pen and pad in hand.
”Are you two ready to or-“
”I’d like something off the regular menu, please. Zara Soba, with a side of barley tea.” He handed the dumbfounded waitress his menu and looked over at you with a curious glance.
”Still not sure?” He wasn’t in a rush, but he knew you liked your pastries and chocolates. You nervously fidgeted with the menu before finally deciding.
”Just a chocolate mousse pastry puff and milk tea, please.”
Geto smirked and leaned back into his seat.
”You’re never really one to lighten up on the sweets.” He teased. “Normally you can order three of these miniature things and go back for seconds.” You scoffed at his analysis. “But, if you’re trying to lose weight that’s fine too. Doesn’t bother me either way.” And there was that reassuring smile that made your heart quiver.
“Geto-“ you tried to open your mouth to say more, but the waitress was back in no time. She placed your pastry on the table first.
”Your soba will be out in a second, it’ll just be an ext-“
”That’s fine, I’ll pay the extra. Not really a sweets person, y’know.” He looked up at the waitress with an embarrassed smile, making her blush.
You picked at your pastry bashfully, focusing elsewhere to hide your own flush.
Halfway through your pastry and ¼ of the easy through his soba, Geto cleared his throat.
”This place is very… romantic. More romantic than our usual meet up spots.” He leaned his elbow on the table and looked at you curiously.
”Finally letting go of the need to keep your parents happy?”
”That’s not it-“ You had to think of a lie quickly! “I just wanted to try this spot and none of my other friends could come with me.”
He chuckled. “So, I’m the afterthought now? Jeez and I thought we were friends-“
”That’s not it, Geto. I-“ you lowered your head, trying your best to gather the words.
“I- “
”Hm? What is it?” He was getting more and more confused by your behavior. You were fine in the beginning for months but as time went on he noticed how you fumbled over your words more, how you would blush easily, and now-
“Its just- “ you took a breath and looked into his eyes.
“There’s someone I like and I don’t know how to- you know…”
Geto’s eyes shot up.
“You don’t?-“
Was he really falling for this? You shook your head back and forth.
”No- A- and I need a guy’s advice on what to do.”
”Just fuck him. It’s not that hard-“
”Geto! Don’t be so loud-“ you whispered, eyes darting back and forth to make sure nobody heard you.
He leaned back into his seat and eyed you curiously. His eyebrow cocked upwards and his lips curved into a small, pondering frown.
“We’re friends, right?” He couldn’t say no but he couldn’t say yes either. “Just, give me some pointers, okay? I- I really like him and I want to make a good impression.”
He twisted his lips back and forth for what felt like ages before taking a deep breath.
“Fine. Now let me finish my soba.”
”You’re paying.” He added matter of factly.
”Wah?!”
For the next few weeks, you and Geto would bounce ideas and tips off eachother on what to do, how to approach a guy, how to flirt, cooking tips, the list goes on and on. Geto would ask from time to time when he would meet this mystery guy but you found an excuse every time.
You took a bolder approach, inviting him to public libraries and even back to your house a few times. He would show you how to cook a few meals and you even modeled a few outfits for him. A lot which… he thought were lackluster at best.
But you didn’t care. You spent more intimate time with Geto that you secretly craved. So much, that you decided to take it a step further.
Knock knock knock!
You opened the tower in your robe, still dabbing your hair dry with a spare towel. Geto stood there, eyebrows raised at your casual appearance.
“Should I wait outs-“
”Don’t be stupid, Geto. Come in.”
He kicked off his shoes, flopped on the couch and stretched his limbs, still eyeing you behind your back as you shuffled back into the kitchen. He sniffed the air, feeling saliva pool in his mouth.
”What are you cooking?” He asked. “It smells good.”
”Flank beef and Miso soup.”
“What’s the occasion?” You shrugged your shoulders while stirring the pot of white rice. You didn’t have much in mind, instead you motioned with your body first and decided that today would be the day you made an attempt.
An attempt at him physically showing you how to please a man.
“Geto.” You called out. “Can you come here for a second?” He was just about to turn on the TV when you called. With a sigh, he tossed the remote and walked into the kitchen.
“Try this.” You pooled some broth into your ladle and held it to his mouth. You didn’t realize how tall he was in comparison to your height! He had to hold your wrist and guide the ladle up to his lips so you don’t pour it on his collarbone!
”Its good. Add a little water to cut the salt and you’re fine.”
“Good.” You turned back to stir the pot for a few seconds before speaking up again.
”One more thing.” You started. Geto leaned against the counter with a curious look on his face. What was it that you wanted? He had to make excuses as to why he was going into town so much and everyone knew Gojo was only going to take so many of his “Negative Energy quests.”
”So.. I wanted to ask you another favor.”
”Another favor? You must want to be in debt to me forever.” You both laughed.
“Not exactly..” you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. Now or never, Y/N! Now- or- never!
”I just wanted another lesson.”
”Oh?” He scratched his head and stood up straight. “What lesson?”
”Um-“ you swallowed. “I want you to show me how to please a man.”
”Me?!” He jumped back.
”Would you rather me go on a forum and find someone?!” You squeaked. “Please, Geto-“
”But what about-“
”I want to practice so I can be confident in my skills!” You blurted out, face ablaze.
”Ah- Y/N… Why don’t you try it with him then?”
”Because,” you stammered. “I really like him and I don’t want to mess up my chances with him. He’s so handsome and cool and I really enjoy spending time with him and- and-“
Geto reached forward, pulling your hand towards him.
“Sigh… Y/N. Don’t lie.” His eyes burned into yours, making you squirm. Your robe was beginning to open but he didn’t budge an inch as your chest grew more and more exposed.
”You could have just said you wanted to date me. I promise I’m not that hard to please.”
”Stupid!” You blushed, trying to break free. “How do you even think I’m talking about you?”
With a smirk, he pointed at the kitchen counter at a picture of him with a pink heart drawn around his face.
”Guh!” stupid stupid stupid!
”Well,” you looked down, wishing you could turn into liquid and evaporate from the embarrassment.
”What now?”
”Well,” he chuckled. “You wanted a lesson, here’s the first one.” And without announcement, he pulled you up by your chin and interlocked his lips with yours.
You were splayed out on your couch, robe open and legs positioned on Geto’s shoulders. He removed his school jacket and threw it on the floor next to your underwear to give him a full access to your begging cunt.
He suckled on your lips, motioning his tongue up and down the slit of your pink pussy. He would tease you, switching between your clit and prodding your entrance with the tip of his tongue just for him to lap his tongue across the entirety of your beautiful pussy over and over again. Your body broke out into a sweat as the riptides of pleasure cascaded through your body. You would try unsuccessfully to close your legs, just to have them opened wider by Geto. His eyes focused intently on yours as he continued to feast on you, suckling your juices dry like a starved man in the desert.
“Oh, God, Geto!” You pinched your nipples, throwing your head back and forth. You couldn’t take it, you were about to cum and you just knew he could feel it. Taking it up a notch, he guided two of his fingers inside of you, hooking down and pumping back and forth.
He didn’t break his focus on you. His tongue flicked back and forth on your clit as the pace of his fingers increased in speed. This is just what you fantasized about for months and now- and now-
“Guyahhhh!” Your squeals turned animalistic as you reached your peak. You tried to close your legs, but Geto planted both of his elbows on your legs, leaving your sticky, glistening pussy wide open for him to see. A clear stream of liquid poured down your legs and onto the couch as your climaxed surged through your body. Just when you thought it was over, Geto would graze his thumb ever so gently across your throbbing clit, making you whine out loud.
Removing his fingers from inside of you, he slurped up your viscous substance with a smile.
”What exactly did you need me to show you?” He chuckled. “By the way your pussy gets, you don’t need my help at all.”
”Sh- shut up, Geto.” Your breath was ragged and your hair was wildly splayed across your face. You attempted to get up, but Geto got between your legs again, this time planting a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself, a mixture of sweat and your juices swimming down your throat with his tongue.
“Hold on to me.” He growled. You wrapped your arms around his neck without protest and he in turn sat where you just laid, kissing your neck and chest hungrily.
He threw your robe to the floor, caressing your hips and lower back with care as you sat on top of him, fully naked and vulnerable.
”You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Kiss. “I had a feeling you had a crush on me, but I’m glad you told me today.”
He tipped your chin upwards with his nose to give him more space to devour your neck with his lips. Leaving random love marks across the sides of your neck, the base of your neck and your collarbones. Your body was on fire but you couldn’t move. You were enmeshed onto him and didn’t want to move.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. It was veiny, long, and thick. You could see the pre-cum sliding down the tip of his penis and it made your mouth water.
“Are you a virgin?” He bit at your neck, making you hiss. “Don’t lie.”
”Shhh- No- I’m not.” You pulled on his shirt, massaging his muscular chest underneath his shirt.
”Take it.” You begged. You could feel his large hand massing your ass, casually slipping his thumb around the rim of your ass to keep you stimulated
“Take it, you say?” He lifted your hips up with care, guiding you down the length of his throbbing dick with a hiss and suck of his teeth.
”I’ll fucking take it. Give it to me.” He bounced you up and down, making you go deeper and deeper the more you came down on the length of his girth. Your hips and ass slapped atop his thighs as the pace increased and your body grew a mind of its own. You felt him curve at the base of your cervix but you continued to bounce, you continued to grind, you continued to please him.
You pussy creamed down the entirety of his shaft, staining the zipper of his pants but neither you or him cared. You have never been turned on by a guy like this before. Geto’s strong hands paired your hands behind your back, latching his tongue onto your nipple and suckling with passion.
He was hungry for you just like you were for him.
Your mind was mush and your body was hot. He continued to plant kisses and love bites across your body, throwing his head back at random when your pussy felt completely euphoric to him.
You two were close, especially you. Taking it upon yourself, you pulled his hair, making him look up at you. His eyes narrowed, burning an intense lust back at you, signaling for you to take control. You pushed your lips onto him, your tongues dancing back and forth as you bounced vigorously on top of him. When you were at the head of your climax, he pushed you down, keeping you there. Breaking the kiss, he growled in your ear as his seed filled you up deep.
”Fuuuuuuuck! Y/N. I didn’t think you could make me get like this.” You could pat yourself on the back for that compliment. Kissing your neck, he turned you back around so you could lay on the couch, taking off his pants and throwing them on the floor as well.
”I’m going to finish dinner,” he smoothed your hair down and out of your face, smiling in accomplishment at your flushed, fucked silly, sleepy face. You could feel his seed seeping out of you and onto the couch but you couldn’t even catch your breath. Your pussy was still throbbing from the intense session shared between you two and you were seeing stars. Did this really happen?
“And after,” he kissed your forehead again, a devilish smile spreading across his face.
”I’m going to fuck you again in your shower. I already have a doctor’s note for your job in the morning so we can fuck again in the morning.”
”You want to make a great first impression with your mystery guy, remember?”
END.
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dr3c0mix · 10 months
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Could we get a shy sensitive goth boy yandere?
Chemical Romance
Yandere!Male!Goth x GN Reader
CW: stalking, mentions of playing with dead animals,
im so sorry for the awful title its 10 in the morni-
🥀 To most, school was a place to hang out with friends and socialize, a place to mess around after classes and play games.
🥀 However to some, it was dull and loud, filled with the deafening chatter and noise of people with words laced with hate and slander.
🥀 That was how it was for Jasper, he saw people no different to muffled shadows, husks of people who eyed at him everywhere he went, he was used to it at this point in his life, the endless murmurs behind his back by his peers and the questioning stares people would throw at him and his looks.
🥀 He thought this was it, this was the way life would be like for the rest of his life, just a depressing existence filled with people that looked at him like a pest.
🥀 That was until he met you.
🥀 He never noticed you until you bumped into him in the hallway after class. You were no different than everyone else, just another student in his boring school...but then you smiled at him.
🥀 You laughed nervously and rushed to gather up all the things you dropped on the floor after you bumped into him, sputtering out apologies with the dorkiest smile.
🥀 He didn't say anything, he just stared at you as you rushed off to your locker.
🥀 His heart pounded in his chest as he remembers the feeling of your shoulder colliding with his, it was like a flash of color and liveliness came back to him for a brief moment.
🥀 He looked down and saw a pen on the ground, you probably forgot to pick it up when you ran off. He picked it up and smiled a bit at the design it had, it really reminded him of you..
🥀 He turned it around and saw your name on it. He read it over and over again like a prayer, wandering off to his locker to bring it home all the while whispering your name.
🥀 He couldn't get you out of his head, he tried forgetting about you, telling himself you were just pretending to be nice out of politeness or something. He started to believe it..
🥀 But you just had to say good morning to him the next day..
🥀 And the day after that...
🥀 Pretty soon he was able to find you in a crowd with you waving at him like he was an old friend of yours.
🥀 Why? Why were you so nice to him??? Weren't you weirded out by him???
🥀 He would feel his heart race whenever he saw you, his face turning red at the sight of your smile. He can't have feelings for you can he? A person he barely talked to? ...Could he?
🥀 That's when the stalking started, he needed to know why you were so special, surely you wanted something out of him right? There has to be something you were hiding from him. He'd tell himself that, but in reality, he wanted an excuse to see you more, to watch you go about your day as the ball of sunshine you were.
🥀 Then he couldn't take just watching you, he wanted to talk to you, make you laugh, hug you..kiss you maybe...
🥀 After that, he'd try to get close to you and ask you about stuff..only he didn't really know how..
🥀 You'd see him staring at you in class or the cafeteria, quickly turning his head away when you looked at him.
🥀 During lunch periods, he'd approach you only to walk away stiffly, his words piling up in his throat, unable to get out.
🥀 He beat himself up for not having to courage to speak to you. Pacing back and forth in his room while thinking of things to talk to you about, but it always seemed a little weird or too creepy.
🥀 Oh but how you'd smile and laugh at his antics, you weren't weirded out in the slightest. He seemed nice, just a bit shy, so you'd try your best to talk to him too, saying good morning to him when you walk past or asking how his day was. Just little things so he wouldn't get overwhelmed.
🥀 From that he'd grow closer and closer to you, falling harder into his obsession with you. He thought you could do no wrong, an angel in a world of darkness and despair.
🥀 Especially when he'd blurt out something a bit too dark and would make you laugh.
🥀 "You like cats? My cat Jonesy likes bringing in dead rodents and stuff, it's pretty cool..I-I mean uhm! uh...sorry, I didn't mean to say that...it's..fine? ...oh..heh thanks.."
🥀 He could really be himself around you, he felt so comfortable when you were around, thats how you learned about his hyperfixation on dark fairytales.
🥀 "People think it's a little weird of me but I really like Grimm's fairytales..did you know that in the original version of Rapunzel, the prince gets blinded by thorns after falling from the tower ..it's pretty cool I think, we could read it together if you like.."
🥀 Sometimes he feels like you're those lovely maidens or brave lads in his stories, the ones who would find true love and live happily ever after with their lovers, he wanted that for the two of you, but of course, you didn't feel the same love for him.
🥀 So he was content with being friends with you, but soon, he will live a happily ever after with you, even if he had to do things that people find a little extreme..
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🥀 Oh yes, he also enjoys rambling about you to Jonesy
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Vasa the Cecaelia
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Male!Cecaelia x Gender-Neutral!Reader
Word Count:  4669
Content Warning: Some mentions of blood and wounds
The salty sea air brushed gently through your open window, and a few loose-leaf sheets blew off your desk. You huffed, placing your pen down and getting up from your wooden chair which let out a loud screech. The draft sheets for your upcoming novel were scattered all over your hand. You thanked your past self for labeling each of the pages earlier on.
Finally gathering the draft and patting the pages together against the desk, you glanced at your digital clock. 1:05 am. You have been stuck in a writer’s block for almost three hours now. You were unsure how to keep the plot moving and make it lead up to the suspenseful twist towards the end of the novel.  Rubbing your sore eyes, you decided that the best thing you needed right now was to relax, and what better way than to sit on the beach reading a book that you adored with the calming ocean sounds as a backdrop? Sure, being at the beach at 1 in the morning was a little self-destructive, but your sleep schedule was already a mess. Might as well make the most of the night and wind down.
You scurried around your beachside home, grabbed your book, locked your windows, and searched for a pair of jeans and a sweater to wear over your pajamas. Stepping out of your home, you breathed in the relaxing scent of the ocean air, grateful that you made the move closer to the Pacific Ocean. It was a different setting from the fast-paced lifestyle that the city had. Out here you felt more at peace, everything seemed to move slower and it was quieter, save for the whooshing sound of the waves now and then. As you descended the white wooden stairs that entered the beach, you glanced back at the small town that was farther uphill. From what you could see there were very few lights that were on, most of the stores out here closed at around 8 pm due to a majority being small family-owned storefronts. Another perk of the move that you enjoyed.
As your bare feet buried into the sand, you took a moment to take in the sight in front of you. The moon was full tonight, a milky white that illuminated the seaside in a calming glow. The waves rushed to the shore back and forth like a gentle dance. The dark ocean sparkled with the moonlight, and the cool air that came with the usual temperature drops caused a tranquil scene.
You made your way down to the shorefront, not too close to the water, yet far enough for you to watch as the tide pulled in and then pulled away again. You sat down on the sand, gazing out at sea for a moment before flipping through the pages of your book. You sat there for about thirty minutes or so, casually reading your book and taking in the nighttime scenery when a bright light glinted against your reading glasses. Your attention was pulled away from your book as you searched the area around you for the source of the sudden interruption from your fantasy world. The light was bright but not much larger than the size of a half-dollar coin. You tried your best to teach where the light was coming from, picking yourself up off of the ground as you followed where it was coming from. A silhouette of a person in the sand started to become clearer as you approached and you went into full panic mode. The person, from what you could tell, was lying on their side, a dark liquid soaking deep into the sand around them.
The sight of the unknown liquid caused you to move quicker, coming to a screeching halt when you tried to process what you were staring at. It looked like a person from afar, but now that you have a closer look you assumed that what you were staring at was a fish…human? A mermaid-like being from your old storybooks as a child. Except instead of a fishtail you were met with several tentacles. Eight to be exact.
Despite the octopus monster briefly causing you to be hesitant with your rescue, the sight of the suspicious liquid pulled you back into a helpful headspace. You bend down, touching the soiled sand as you coat your fingers with the sticky red liquid. Blood. The source of it you weren’t sure. But all you knew was that he was in desperate need of help. Your eyes roamed across the monster man's body, finding the source of the bleeding. An old barbed wire was buried deep in his torso. You couldn’t free him with your bare hands, risking cuts to your own if you did so, instead you checked to see if the fish monster was still alive. His chest seemed to rise and fall, meaning he could intake oxygen much like a human, though you didn’t want to risk seeing just how much longer he could do that for.
Rushing towards your house, you discarded your book and reading glasses onto your couch. You made a brief detour to your bathtub, hurriedly turning on the water and plugging the drain. You searched through your hall closet, shuffling through the toolbox you kept there before coming across a pair of wire cutters. With the adrenaline rush still in you, you made a beeline back to the beach.
“This is fine, this is fine, this is fine,” You kept chanting to yourself as you approached the octopus merman once more. “This is just like helping an injured animal? Human? This is fine.”
You bent down again, carefully cutting the wires away and freeing him from their sharp grip. The merman gave no response, as you attempted to hoist him up. You know it was probably better for him to wait and get professional help, but who would you call for something like this? Especially at this time of night. The hospital? An animal hotline? Folks might just think you were going crazy, and given the circumstances, you sure felt like it. You managed to drag the merman into your home, grimacing at the trail of blood you left. You made a mental note to clean it up as best as you could before someone saw it leading up your stairs and front porch. The last thing you needed on your record was a suspected murder charge.
Laying the man onto the bathroom floor, you rummaged underneath your sink cabinet for the first aid kit. It was novice work but you managed to stop the bleeding briefly and clean the wound with antiseptic before wrapping the gauze around him a few times for good measure. You then hoisted him up into the overflowing tub of water, quickly closing the faucet once some of the water spilled out over the edge. Something else to clean that you’ll worry about later. Your main priority was the blood now.
Seeing that the monster man seemed to be doing okay for now, you continued your work, cleaning up the blood around your property. Hoping the sea would wash away the rest of the evidence. By the time you came back, the octopus man was still passed out in the tub. It was getting late and with all the cleaning you did,  you lost any motivation to clean up anything else all you wanted was rest. You laid yourself on your couch, having a good view of the bathroom from where you sat and you eventually dozed off.
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The next morning you were woken up by frantic splashing and an animalistic screech that reminded you of an old kraken movie. You shot up, rushing to the bathroom and almost running into the doorframe. Your injured patient had awoken, his dark long hair cascading over his face shielding him from your view. He let out a very snake-like hiss, his clawed fingers scratching against the bathtub’s ceramic, water spilling out of the tub. You raised your hands in defense, staying in place as you tried to calm him down.
“Hey, hey! You’re safe, it's okay!” You tried to reassure him. ”
He sneered, relaxing his shoulders slightly yet still keeping his guard up. “Release me.”
You tilted your head, trying to see around the man and check on his bandages. “I’m not sure I can do that right now, you’re still recovering. And you could get your wounds infected, especially if I don’t change your bandages.”
He lifted his head more and you caught a glimpse of his face. His skin looked like a corpse, with a very light purple hue to it. His eyes, a pale white with no irises that you could see just a blank empty stare, had dark circles underneath and his lips were the same darker color.
His nose looked like two slits and his teeth were black and sharp. His purple tentacles rested over the side of the tub, his many appendages slowly slinking around it. One of his hands hung over the edge too, sharp claws and webbed fingers were two features you instantly noticed.
The water sloshed as he moved slightly, tilting his head in curiosity yet the intense glare remained on his face. You slowly placed your hands down, moving to the sink to grab a fresh batch of medical gauze.
“I need to change your bandages.” You repeated, holding out the gauze and gesturing to your torso hoping he understood. The octopusman sneered when you made your way over to him again, but instantly winced from the pain. He curled in on himself, a guttural groan leaving his lips as you started to notice the pinkish tint in the tub. Angry or not, you couldn’t leave him with his soiled bandages.
You took in a deep breath, sucked in your fear, and approached closer ignoring the territorial growl he gave you. You reached out towards him, pushing his arms away from his torso while you unwrapped the soiled bandages. You didn’t know much about fish health, especially fish monster health, but you thought keeping him in the water helped a lot. Especially since you saw gills along the sides of his neck and just below his ribs on either side of his torso.
The monster man seemed to calm down after the initial defensive state he took. He opted for staring at you, his blank eyes unmoving from your form as you worked. After the bandage was removed, you began draining the tub, filtering out the dirty water with the running water you turned on from the tap. You checked on his wound, which started healing remarkably quicker than you thought. You started to wrap the clean gauze around his torso, noticing how his muscles tensed at the stinging pain.
You quickly apologized, trying to work a little faster so he could go back to relaxing as best as he could in your bathtub. You could still feel the cold stare his eyes had on you and when you finally lifted your head you jumped back a bit from how close he was. He had an unreadable expression on his face. His brows knit together in either curiosity or disdain for your presence, you weren’t sure. Your nose brushed just against the ridge of his nostril slits, his deep empty pools of white never wavering from your own eyes.
“Release me, human.” It sounded more like a request this time rather than a demand. His voice took on a softer tone you didn’t think you would hear from him.
“Shouldn’t you rest?” You asked, unmoving. “You were passed out on the beach when I found you. Are you sure you could swim under your conditions now?”
His tentacles sloshed in the water, some of the liquid spilling over the sides in the process. “Am I to sit here as your pet until then?”
“You’re more like a patient...or a guest at this point?” You shrugged, backing away slowly. “I wasn’t sure if you could last long without water.”
You gestured towards the bathtub, his eyes following your hands to glance down at the ceramic tub. He let out a weird clicking and hissing sound, shaking his head as he sank into the water. You watched as he closed his eyes, the gills under his ribs expanding and then relaxing. You paused for a moment, watching as he remained unmoving before you stood up.
“Your name, what is it?” His voice caught you off guard, especially with how calm it sounded. No hints of malice laced in his words, just a genuine question out of curiosity.
You told him your name, listening to him repeat it back to see if he said it right. “What about you? What’s yours?” You asked.
There was a pause. “I am called Vasa.”
The water sloshed at his movements again as he peered over the edge of the tub, his empty eyes staring up at you. You said his name back, earning a nod of approval from Vasa at your pronunciation.
“How long am I to stay here?” He questioned, stretching his arm against the side of the tub before letting it hang there for a second. “I need to return, you cannot keep me here for long.”
“I know that, but you’re obviously still in pain.” You sighed. “Maybe a few days or a week? That should be enough time to get you to heal.”
Vasa went silent again, leaning his head against his forearm. He gave you a curt nod, closing his eyes and lazily moving his tentacles in the water. You assumed the conversation was over and decided to stand up and leave your bathroom. You had some errands to run that day to keep yourself busy. There was the transcript you had to keep writing, then a bit of cleaning and restocking your fridge. You paused, as you sat down at your desk again, the thought suddenly dawning over you.
What did tentacle fish monsters even eat? You doubted there was an answer to your inquiry from Google, yet you couldn’t help but reach for your phone and quickly type in the words “Fish Octopus Diet.”  You skimmed the first few links, settling on adding various sorts of seafood and a few vegetables for good measure. It was a little expensive the more you thought about it, but you had to take into account that Vasa might be staying with you for a bit longer. Up until he recovered of course.
You managed to write a little more of your transcript before heading out for the town’s local market. You had stopped by the bathroom to check on Vasa, noticing he had sunk into the tub again and his eyes remained closed. Assuming he was asleep, you dimmed the lights in the bathroom and headed out. The trip didn’t take very long since the small town you were in only had one major market. Besides the awkward looks and sideways glances you got for buying out so much seafood, you managed to do the round trip in record time. You were also very grateful you lived near an ocean town since a lot of the seafood was freshly caught and in great abundance.
You brought your haul back into your home, taking out the batch of clams from one of the big brown bags. You walked towards your bathroom but not before making a quick detour to your kitchen to pick up a knife. Flicking on the lights, you hear the water sloshing again as Vasa’s head emerges from the water.
“I’m back!” You triumphantly announced, waving the bag of clams up for him to see. “And I brought you some food.”
You sat close to the tub, opened the bag, and got to work on shucking the clams open. Vasa watched you, tilting his head at the small knife you had in your hand.
“Can you not prepare it on your own?” He reached out a webbed hand, wordlessly asking you to hand him the clam. You struggled with the knife on the clam a little more before sighing and handing it to him.
“They make it look easier on TV.”
There was a raspy-sounding hiss from him and if you hadn’t noticed the curve of his lips and the crinkle of his eyes from the abnormally wide smile on his face you wouldn’t have known he was laughing. It was very animalistic, yet you couldn’t help but be entranced by him a little more. There was a loud crack as Vasa effortlessly split the clam open with his sharp claws, he tilted his head back, taking a deep gulp of the gooey insides. You watched his throat as he ate, noticing small gills at the sides of his neck too that fluttered with every swallow he took. He stopped after popping open his third clam, noticing the intense stare you had on him. You flinched once you were caught, opting to turn your gaze back down to the grocery back near your feet. You had made a couple of stops at some other stores for snacks for yourself. Removing the wrapper to the chocolate bar you took a small bite from the treat with a tiny snap.
“What is that?” Vasa’s voice echoed in the silent bathroom. You took another mouthful of the treat. You broke the candy bar into two small halves, holding out one towards Vasa.
“S’chocolate. Wan’ shome?” You knew it was bad manners to talk with your mouth full, but maybe fish people had slightly different customs than humans. You watched as Vasa leaned over the edge of the tub, a bit of the water dripping off of the side, as he sniffed the chocolate. His nostrils flared with each sniff he took before a long, dark tongue slithered out of his thin lips. He licked the bar slowly, recoiling after a moment once the taste finally registered.
“Humans are strange creatures.” His voice sounded raspy as he reeled away from the chocolate, handing the treat back to you.
You hummed, rewrapping the chocolate and leaning against the tub. You crossed your legs in front of you as you gave him a pointed look. “Could say the same about you.”
He let out an animalistic hissing sound, a weird mix between a sneer and a laugh. He composed himself, chuckling every now and then as he reached out to hold a strand of your hair in between his index and thumb fingers. “You do not even know what my kind is. Humans still refer to us as mermaids.”
“Are you not a merman…or something like it?”
“Something like it.” He repeated back to you, still studying your face. “We refer to each other with a different name in our tongue. But the myth you humans created is called cecaelia. A rather interesting name for us.”
As you stared into his eyes, you hadn’t realized how vibrant they looked up close. Despite the lack of a pupil, they were clear and reminded you of two bright pearls. They reflected the light interestingly. Vasa went quiet, studying your features, letting out a clicking sound now and then. He finally let go of your hair, the water in the tub making a sloshing sound as he shifted back into it. Vasa submerged himself into the water, a few bubbles escaping through his nostrils as he did. You found his behavior adorable and almost childish. You finished up the candy bar you were chewing, leaving the one he discarded wrapped up and next to the tub. If he wanted to try again he could, if not then you could toss out the $1.50 you spent at the convenience store.
You got up from your seated position, clapping off any of the chocolate residue on your hands. You glanced back at him, noticing his head had peaked out of the water and his blank eyes stared up at you expectantly.
“You are leaving? It is earlier than last time.” Vasa rasped out, more of his head poking through the water. You gave him an apologetic smile in response, head tilting back to where your desk with various papers strewn about sat.
“I have a draft I gotta send out soon. The sooner I get back to work the quicker I can get it done.” You explained.
He went silent for a moment before humming and receding into the water. But not before he let out a quiet, “Hurry back.” One you had almost missed as you exited your bathroom.
While you sat at your desk, typing away on your keyboard, you couldn’t help but occasionally glance back at where you had left Vasa. Your bathroom light was still on, the door opened halfway letting out a bit of light into the dark hallway. It was strange, you only just met him and it felt like the two of you had a connection. A weird pull to him that you couldn’t quite explain. You were beginning to enjoy spending time with him, the small conversations you’ve had and occasionally rewrapping his wounds brought a sense of familiarity to your life. A much-needed change from the constant schedule you had kept since you moved there.
You stretched your arms high above your head with a tired yawn, glancing at the digital clock next to your desk. It was about 6:50 pm. The sun’s rays came in through your window causing your living room to be lit up in a symphony of orange and yellows. You closed your laptop, feeling like you made an ample amount of progress. Leaning back in your chair you glanced back at the bathroom, realizing the occasional movement from Vasa had gone strangely silent.
“Vasa?” Your voice called into the empty hallway. You were met with the deafening silence, your heart dropped slightly after a moment. You quickly got up from your desk, dropping a few stray sheets of draft paper as you did. You made a beeline for the bathroom, throwing open the door and glancing into the tub.
Vasa’s body floated on the surface of the water. You couldn’t tell if he was still breathing, he seemed deadly still, unmoving. You kneeled next to the tub to get a better look, holding your breath as you watched his chest. It didn’t rise and fall and the way the water sloshed slightly with how he floated against it reminded you of the goldfish you found dead back in the 2nd grade.
At that revelation, you got put into panic mode, darting forward to lift his torso from the water ignoring how your clothes instantly got soaked. You shook him slightly, calling his name as his head lolled to the side. You gave him another harsh shake, noticing as he let out a series of clicking sounds before he attempted to push you off of him.
After a second more of struggling, you sat yourself up against the tub, letting out a sigh of relief.
“What on earth were you doing?” He hissed at you, his blank eyes squinting as he bared his sharp teeth at you. You tilted your head towards him, the concern on your face causing him to ease up on his hostility. Vasa’s expression went from rage-filled to confused as he leaned forward to bring your faces closer together. “What is wrong, human?”
Seeing that he was alright, you shook your head giving him a sheepish grin. “Nothing I’m…I’m just glad you’re okay is all.”
You felt a little silly, jumping to the conclusion that he was dead. You hadn’t even seen how he looked when he slept, a much less urgent approach would have been better. He let out a weird hissing sound with his teeth. You assumed he was mad at you again, instead, he reached out and lightly brushed your cheek with the knuckles of his webbed fingers. Your immediate reaction was to flinch because it caught you off guard, causing Vasa to instantly pull back his touch. You stared at each other in silence, finding a weird comfort in his gaze again. After another pause between the two of you, Vasa was the one to speak first.
“Did you worry?” It was a simple question, one that had a simple answer. Yet something in you caused you to open your mouth before closing it again. You’ve only known each other for a few days at this point. Were you that lonely to get attached to him this quickly?
Vasa took your silence as a yes, causing him to reach out to you again. He touched a strand of your hair, brushing it away from your forehead. His claws scraped across your skin, not drawing blood but enough to cause a shiver up your spine. His hand lowered to where your lips were, touching your lips and then then traveled lower. He was observing you, watching your every reaction as his hand went lower. It stopped at the side of your neck, hovering there for a moment. Vasa used his other hand to touch where his gills were located on his neck.
“My kind cannot drown.” Any hint of him having a snooty attitude was nonexistent. Instead, his voice was calm and gentle. He was trying to reassure you. “Our gills allow us to breathe in the water. Occasionally we can intake oxygen for a short time.”
His many tentacles that hung off the side of the tub reached out to you, wrapping themselves around your arms and torso. It felt like he was hugging you. A strange tentacled hug. He didn’t pull you closer to him though. The tentacles were also loose around you, allowing you to back away from him at any time.
He said your name in a lowered voice, capturing your attention again. “So, you should not worry about me.”
The look he gave you as he spoke made your heart racing. His voice was soft and full of something more intimate. If you could even call it that. But you knew the mood between the both of you had shifted. Your eyes flickered to his lips again and slowly, hesitantly, you leaned forward. Vasa remained frozen in place, watching you with an unreadable expression.
A sudden ring caused you to jolt back in his hold. His tentacles still held you firm as you turned your head towards the bathroom door. The ringing on your landline soon stopped, leaving silence for a moment before the machine beeped.
“Hey. Just wanted to call, check in, and see how that transcript was going. You must be out of the house right now so you can call me back at this number when you can.” The recorded message from the machine echoed throughout your living room. You let out a deep exhale through your nose, glancing at Vasa who still was staring at you expectedly.
“I, um…” You trailed off, watching as he leaned closer to you before you pulled away, a flash of hurt crossing his face briefly, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to untangle yourself from his tentacles. “I should go answer that. It must’ve been important if they’re calling now.”
Vasa let out a few clicking sounds, reluctantly letting you go. “As you wish.”
He sunk back into the bathtub, a few of his tentacles going back into the water as he closed his eyes. You stayed seated close to the tub for a second, watching Vasa float for a moment. You got up, headed into the living room, and left the door slightly ajar.
This was for the best, you tried telling yourself. You had only met for a few days, the two of you were from completely different worlds. You weren’t sure what you were about to do if the phone hadn’t rang, but you were glad you didn’t. So why were you feeling a heavy weight on your chest and a reluctance to leave him behind?
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dulcelovestoomuch · 11 months
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Devildom's Idol // Obey Me Brothers x Idol!Reader Headcanons
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As you stand on the stage, you realize after a long journey that you have made it. A mere human singing on a stage, surrounded by hundreds of demons singing along to your music.
It took time for them to recognize you, but no one could deny your voice or impact anymore. You sung your heart out on stage and that alone gave rise to the fanbase before you. You were truly an idol that transcended the realms.
The music blared and you raised your microphone to your mouth.
"Are you ready, Devildom?"
The crowd screamed and you smiled. You began singing, listening to the chants of fans and watching swirling light-sticks in the crowd. This was everything you ever wanted, but you didn't do it alone.
You glance to the person staring at you behind the stage, waiting for you to finish your last song. He had been with you every step of the way.
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Lucifer
Definitely proud of you and having a famous partner is probably some type of ego boost to him.
Would be protective of you though, from fans and both the industry itself.
Not afraid to put any creepy idols or executives in their place.
Looking over contracts with your manager for sure.
You're just sitting there as they go back and forth on the prices to negotiate for.
Would be like a second manager to be honest.
Makes sure you eat and take care of yourself.
"MC, did you take a break, yet? You've been practicing since early morning." "Uh..."
Will pick you up and force you to sit down and rest.
He knows how hard your work to give your best performances.
You will have to do the same to him sometimes.
You both work too hard.
Mammon
Definitely would ask for like 10,000 grim whenever someone wanted a picture with you.
Partially out of jealously even if he denies it.
Would sell some random things of yours, nothing too personal, but a pen is definitely going missing when he can't fight the urge.
"Mammon?" "Yeah, MC?" "Where's my pen? "..."
He bolts every time.
Photoshoots together 100%
People would definitely realize you were together at some point.
There would be rumors and gossip, sometimes people talking bad about Mammon, but you didn't tolerate that at all.
He may not be perfect, but he was yours.
He secretly doesn't understand why someone as great as you is with him.
May or may not know some fan chants, but that's his business only.
Levi
Probably stans you
"I-I can't believe the idol MC hugged me???" "Levi... We've been dating for six months..."
Can't believe he's dating an idol
Is this an anime plot???
Posters of you in his room
Definitely fights to get merch of yours even though you could give him freebies
Would be jealous at other fans talking about you, but would then realize he's the only one that actually has you.
Still gets jealous though.
He tries his best to attend your concerts, sometimes he's overwhelmed, other times he's waving his light-stick and chanting in perfect harmony with the other fans.
You are both in awe and horrified at how perfect he does the fan chants.
Satan
Sometimes when he wants background noise while reading he'll put on your music.
Always manages to go to your concerts.
If anyone tries anything, they better be careful.
Once a demon tried to grab your hand and pull you close.
Satan got involved.
You prayed for that random demon.
Secretly feels like he has a one-up on Lucifer by dating you.
Not that it's the reason he's dating you, but it's a bonus.
Definitely would buy all the magazines that featured you in someway.
Front covers?? Interviews??? Boy has got it all.
He makes even the most dedicated fans look like fake fans with his collection.
"Satan, you don't have to buy every magazine I'm in," "I don't have to but I want to."
You wore cat ears a fan gave you once and it literally broke him.
Asmo
Selfies everyday, and I mean everyday.
Everyone in Devildom would be delusional if they didn't notice you were together
The most sought after demon and the most sought after idol??
Definitely lots of talk about you two.
You used to sing at his "Asmo Nights" but the crowd got too large at some point and Diavolo had to step in to prevent a hazard.
So, only sing at concerts please, for Diavolo and Barbatos' sake.
You find out that boy can sing and the Devildom is flipped upside down when you two release a duet.
However, even with all the attention, he would always make sure that you know he's loyal to you. He doesn't care about others or fans as much as he cares about you.
Your love is what he needs most.
"You know I love you the most, right? <3"
Beel
Feel like he would be proud of you, but in the end it wouldn't matter to him if you're famous
He just likes you for you
And your cooking
I can see him going to every event though, waving a light-stick in one hand while munching on something with the other.
Seeing how hard you work makes him hungry.
He would be protective of you though, not afraid to step in if a fan was getting too close.
Brings extra snacks into the practice room and tries his best not to eat them so that you can eat when you're done.
"MC, take a break," "I can't Beel, I still haven't got this step down," "Well, I brought your favorite," "..."
You try to say no, but your stomach growls and you end up beside him, munching together on your favorite snacks.
Belphie
Sings your songs while he's asleep.
You recorded him singing in his sleep. You watch the videos whenever you need to pick yourself up.
Tries his best to stay awake during your concerts, but if he can't, he'll find all the posts he can about it.
That way he can see if he missed anything.
Definitely makes it a goal to have you rest.
You are booked and busy, but you can't forget to sleep.
Admires how hard you practice.
But is possessive and hates when can't spend time with him.
Sleeps in the practice room as you learn new dances.
You wake him up when you're done and he just pulls you close and cuddles with you awhile.
"Belphie, I'm sweaty," "And?"
Eventually will let you go so you clean up.
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Hope you enjoyed. I tried my best to make things accurate, I'm still new to writing the boys and Satan gave me the toughest time. This is my second work and my first time doing headcanons in the fandom, hopefully I can do more soon, and maybe make this one a series!
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britany1997 · 7 days
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Howl at the Moon
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Part two
The return of my favorite version of Stevie, Werewolf Steve🥰 part one here:)
Werewolf Steve x GN Reader
Warnings: a tiny bit of angst at the beginning but mainly tooth-rotting fluff
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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“So what’s your plan here?” Dustin asked, tapping his pen on the rim of his hat.
“What?” Steve let out an exasperated breath.
“Your plan?” Dustin repeated, shooting Steve an incredulous look, “you don’t have one?”
Steve grit his teeth and turned to Robin, very slowly. “Why’d you invite him?” he bit out.
Robin shrugged, “nerd problems require nerd solutions wolfy.”
Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger as he turned back to Dustin. “No. I don’t have a plan.”
“Steve, buddy,” Dustin began, clapping a hand on Steve’s back and making him flinch, “you’re tellin me your mate could walk in here whenever and you’re gonna what? Stand there and gawk?” Dustin shook his head in disbelief.
“That’s what he did when they came in last time,” Robin chimed in.
Steve waived his hands in frustration, “can we all just…” he sighed, trailing off.
“We don’t even know for sure they’re my mate,” his voice fizzled out in a broken whisper, “I don’t want to get my hopes up.”
Robin’s face softened. She scooted closer to Steve, slowly, as if she was afraid to scare him off.
“Steve…” Robin began, “not every partner…they’re not all Nancy.” She placed a hand on Steve’s arm.
Dustin’s eyes flitted back and forth between the two, waiting for the werewolf to speak.
Steve sighed, “I know it’s just-” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I know.”
Robin and Dustin exchanged a look but didn’t push Steve and further.
“Well,” Dustin slapped his hands down onto his knees, sensing the energy change and thinking up a quick excuse, “I better get going then, mom needs me to pick up some stuff for dinner and all that…” he trailed off.
Steve nodded and lifted his hand in a little wave as Dustin rushed to gather his things and head out.
Dustin shot back a wave of his own before striding out the door.
In his haste, Dustin didn’t see you walking into the video store until he hit you with the door.
You stumbled back a bit, your hand flying to your forehead.
At the sight of you hurt, Steve sprung into action.
On his way to the doorway, he slapped the back of Dustin’s head. “Ow,” Dustin grit under his breath.
“Are you ok?” Steve asked you, stepping forward to hold your face in his hand and look you over for injuries.
His wolf brain was completely occupied with ensuring you were safe and unharmed, totally oblivious to how intimately his actions could be perceived.
You however, were not oblivious to the intimacy of Steve’s giant hands cupping your face. You had completely forgotten about the bump on your head as this unbelievably cute guy doted on you.
Your cheeks tinged pink as he studied you closely.
At the sight of your flushed cheeks, Steve flashed back to reality and realized what he was doing. His own cheeks turned red as his hands released you.
“I was just um-” he was mortified, “are you ok?” he repeated.
Your lips pulled up into a soft smile, “yeah I’m fine. Shoulda been watching where I was going I guess”
Steve frowned a little, “he should’ve been watching where he was going,” he gestured to Dustin, “let me get you a band-aid or something.”
Dustin rolled his eyes at the display. As Steve went to go riffle through the supply closet, he slunk to Robin’s side.
“Can I go now?” Dustin whispered under his breath, “or do I need to be scolded some more to placate Steve’s weird wolf thing?”
Robin scoffed a laugh, “get outta here nerd, I think he’s got this.”
Dustin saluted and snuck out the door.
As the front door shut, Steve emerged from the back, blowing the dust off of an ancient looking first aid kit.
“Hop up on the counter,” Steve told you. You did as he asked.
Robin pretended to stock tapes as she watched the two of you.
As Steve popped open the first aid kit, a cloud of dust puffed out. You stifled a laugh while Steve’s brow furrowed.
“I’m really ok,” you reassured him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Steve’s heart raced at your touch, everything in him screaming to pull you into his arms and never let you go.
Instead he cleared his throat and straightened his back. “You can never be too careful,” he told you, straining to be casual.
You smiled. If this insanely attractive man wanted to take care of you, you weren’t gonna complain. You’d only been stopping by the video store to see him again anyway.
Steve unwrapped a band aid and leaned in to press it to the bump on your head. You weren’t sure how that was supposed to help, but you figured you should just let him work.
As Steve leaned in, he caught a whiff of you scent.
It was the most amazing smell that had ever graced his nose. You were like a mix of honey, cinnamon, and vanilla.
He leaned in even closer, his nose almost touching the crook of your neck. Without thinking, he inhaled deeply.
Your eyes widened, startled a bit. But after the initial shock wore off, you found that Steve’s closeness didn’t bother you in the slightest. It actually made you feel at ease.
Entranced by your scent, Steve’s eyes fluttered closed and he nuzzled the crook of your neck. His wolf instincts were desperate to be close to you, to touch you, to hold you. He hadn’t been sure before, but now? There was no doubt in his mind that you were absolutely, unequivocally, one-hundred percent, his.
You giggled a bit as he nuzzled your neck, the warmth of his cheek seeping into your skin.
The sound of your laughter snapped him out of his trance and he pulled back, face turning bright red.
Robin, who’d been watching the whole interaction, cringed at Steve. She silently prayed you wouldn’t run away screaming.
“I- uh- oh God,” Steve stumbled over his words, trying and failing to explain his actions.
You laughed softly. If anyone else had done that, you never would have let them get away with it. But there was something about Steve that just called to you, with him it was different.
“I want you to have something,” you told him as you grabbed a post it and a pen from the counter and scribbled down your number.
“Call me sometime,” you handed him the post-it before hopping off the counter.
“Yeah! Yeah um… I will!” Steve promised, unable to believe his luck.
You beamed and turned to leave.
“Oh wait!” Steve called after you, “I’m Steve.”
“Steve,” you pretended to ponder his name, as if you hadn’t made your friends tell you everything they knew about the former king of Hawkins high after the first time you’d met, “nice to see you again Steve.”
You waved as you left the store, smiling to yourself and hoping he’d call soon.
As soon as you were out of sight, Robin materialized at Steve’s side. “You’re a real Casanova sniffin’ them like that,” she nudged him with her shoulder.
He groaned, “I couldn’t help it.” He sighed, “it worked didn’t it?”
Robin rolled her eyes, “it’s a good thing you’re pretty,” she teased.
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Steve Taglist🐾:
@6lostgirl6 @misslavenderlady @crustyboypix @gothamslostboy @bloodywickedvamp @anna1306 @arbesa-mind @dwaynesluscioushair @lostboys1987girl @teelas-library @ria-coolgirl @arenpath @bitchyexpertprincess @kurt-nightcrawler @warrior-616 @f4iryfxies @dwaynedelight @walmart-cereal @solobagginses @rynsfandomsfun @palomam18
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mrs-illyrian-baby · 3 months
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Happy Now? | Captain Rogers & Agent Brat AU | Steve Rogers x Reader | Drabble - 500words
If Steve thinks he's getting away with giving you a shitty mission he has another thing coming…
Warnings: Bratty reader & Brat Tamer Steve, implied previous sexual content, kissing
Divider by @firefly-graphics
Masterlist | Captain Rogers & Agent Brat AU | Steve Rogers
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You followed Steve out of the briefing room, taking an extra half step for each of his long strides.
“Get back here!” You shouted, ignoring the ringing echo of your voice in the wide metal atrium of the Avengers tower.
“Agent, please take your mission pack and study it quietly.” He tossed a quick glance over his shoulder and you caught a glimpse of his newly bearded cheeks, stubble that had grown out during your last mission together and the following two weeks stuck in a safe house in the Alps.
“Steven Grant Rogers, I’m talking to you.” You grabbed a pen from another passing agent and chucked it as hard as you could at his retreating back, internally screaming when it merely bounced off of his shield.
From the incline of his head you were almost 100% sure he was laughing at you.
Picking up your pace you followed him away from the meeting rooms and across the building to the offices, chasing after him as he strode past your colleagues, touching his fingers to his forehead in a casual salute.
You caught up to him outside of the lifts, watching him bounce on his toes slightly as he whistled to himself.
“Steve!” You muscled past the other waiting agents to stand directly in front of him, crossing your arms and glaring up at him in frustration.
“Oh, hello Agent.” He smiled, “lovely to see you here too, going up?”
The doors pinged behind you and Steve moved you backwards into the waiting lift.
“This one’s full.” He said, firmly, blocking anyone else from entering, his smile morphed from his PR friendly pose to the hungry grin you were used to. He said nothing, simply watched you as you paced back and forth in front of the rapidly changing view as the lift shot up to the living quarters.
“Steve, you can’t bench me, you know I’m a good agent, I don’t understand it, we just got back from another mission. Do you think because we’re sleeping together I can’t perform as well as other agents? Or as well as I did before?” You ranted, waving your hands and barely stopping to look at him until he blocked your path.
“It’s hot when you talk back.” He whispered, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“Rogers you had better not be trying something right now.” You shoved at him, but he caught your hands and pulled you back, crushing his lips to yours. His kiss was fierce, burning as his beard rubbed against the soft skin of your cheeks, a reminder of how much closer you’d been before returning to the bustle of the tower. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck before remembering your ire and pushing him away again.
His smile was still plastered to his face, only slightly ruffled by your rejection.
“Seriously, you can’t bench me and then -”
“I told you to check your mission pack.”
“Steve, stop being an asshole.”
“Honey, stop being a brat”
He pulled the black folder from your hands and flipped past the first few pages to the confidential file fitted snugly between the usual boring beige pages of desk work that he’d handed out earlier.
“Happy now?”
You nodded, jumping back into his arms and placing kisses over his bearded cheeks
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ghouljams · 7 months
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I think the shop keeps need to unionize. The Fae boys are just too rambunctious and trouble makers (thinking wayyy way back to when König first got kicked out of Lieblings shop). They need to have a united front against these boys!
Maelstrom I love you so much and have written entirely too much for you. Writing Mal and the Witch's interactions is just so fucking fun.
Witch does some magic for Mal, and they enlist Liebling to form a shop keep union. Also some Price pining at the end.
Mal and their shop belong to @maelstrom007
You sit on Mal’s store counter, a heavy pendulum hanging under your hand. It swings lazily, the ring hardly moving from where it’s settled around your finger. You like coming to Mal’s, it’s cozy. The wards all buzz pleasantly, familiar and comfortable, and all the various knits and bundles give the place a warmth you don’t get anywhere else. Plus the company is good.
“He really shouldn’t be able to just pop in,” You hum, studying the brass sphere as it moves in small circles.
“And yet he continues to,” Mal replies, flipping through their ledger. You hum again, watching the pendulum go from its soft circling to a swaying back and forth as the shop door opens. You snap your wrist up and the chain jerks the sphere into your hand. “Not him,” Mal informs you, you let the pendulum drop back down.
You ignore the pickup conversation happening next to you, focusing on the shop’s wards. You can feel them fitting together like puzzle pieces. They’re snug, and shouldn't have any room for anything to slip through. Your instrument isn’t catching on any holes in the magic either. It would be nice if wild magic wasn’t so personal. You wince, thinking of the unfriendly magic you’d experienced recently. You’d never felt your wards do something like that. Maybe Mal needed something similar. The shop door opens and closes as you press the heel of your hand against your forehead.
“Maybe we need shopkeeper protections,” You mumble without thinking. Mal looks up from notating their list.
“What happened?” 
“Customer recently tried to wipe me,” You swallow, shake your head, let your hand drop back to your lap. Mal’s brows are furrowed with concern.
“Are you still-”
“No it’s all out now, but it was-”
Both of you jump as a mass of smoke and shadows collect and pop in the middle of the shop. It feels like a small vacuum being filled all at once. You stare at dark eyes behind a skull mask, smell smoke, that man is too damn big to be appearing like that in here. Mal is clutching their heart, fingers tight on the counter. The pendulum under your open palm swings frantically in all directions. 
“You!” You point your free hand at the man. He points at himself questioningly. “How’d you do that?”
“What?” He asks. You look at Mal who is slowly pulling themselves together again.
“Apparate,” They supply helpfully.
“Apparate,” You tell the man.
“Who’s asking?” His voice is gruff, in a way you’re sure someone else might find charming. You, however, find it to be avoiding the question. You fish a small chunk of smoky quartz from your pocket and chuck it at him. He catches it out of the air before it can hit him. Focus stuck.
“C’mere a second,” You wave him over. His eyes narrow behind the mask, flick to your pendulum and then the floor. He points at the chalk circle you’d drawn around the counter.
“You’re a witch.”
“Correct.” He looks at Mal.
“You hired a witch?”
“Hired is a strong word,” Mal glares at him, “She volunteered.”
“They’re making some lace for me.” You explain. The man gives you a “who asked” look. Rude. You jerk your pendulum up into your hand and stuff it into your pocket, pulling a strip of vellum and a pen free. You start transcribing runes and sigils on it, waving the man towards the counter again. After a moment’s hesitation he sighs and walks forward. “So how’s the apparating work? Is it a displacement? Are you filling a void? Slipping through a crack? What is it?”
“Can I pick up my order?” He’s ignoring you. That’s fine, you can feel the wisps of his magic in the circle without him explaining it. It almost reminds you of Price’s magic, the loose threads of it airy and shifting. You try to hone in on the vacuum feeling from earlier, drawing a circle around a few runes. Your magic plucks at his inquisitively, protected enough by the circle to be curious.
Mal marks the pickup down in their book and reaches under the counter for the neatly folded parcel. You glance at the bundle, try to feel the intention behind it. 
“You know you can use the front door,” Mal grumbles.
“Where’s the fun in that?” The man unfolds the pink knit fabric and sighs, “Dammit Love.” Despite the tone you can see his fingers rubbing one of the little bunny ears on the onesie fondly. You wonder if he’s got a baby at home. Then you’re stuck wondering who the hell would give this man a baby. You fix your intentions and get back to your work.
You finish your scribbling as he hands Mal payment. You read over your makeshift ward digging through your pockets. You thought you had some tape in here somewhere. No dice. You shrug and reach for a pin off the cushion on the counter, stabbing it through the top of your vellum strip.You’re just as quick to stab it into the shoulder of the masked man next to you.
“What the fu-” He pops out of the shop as the wards kick in. Mal blinks at the previously occupied space.
“Huh,” They settle the stack of gold coins on the counter, “Can I get a few more of those?”
You shake your head, “that's one of a kind sorry, but I think I’ve got how he’s slipping the wards. I’ll tweak them so he can’t pop in anymore.” You hop off the counter and scuff out the chalk circle to start your work.
“Maybe we do need shopkeeper protections.” You glance over your shoulder, watching Mal grab a broom to clean up the rest of the chalk now that it’s inert.
“What, like a union?”
“Or like the mafia,” Mal shrugs. You don’t think either of you would make a very good Don, but it’s a good idea.
“I think we’d need more than just the two of us,” You move one of the hanging knit samples aside to chalk in a few extra sigils on the wall.
“There’s the red bar nearby, and that flower shop,” Mal counts off.
“Plus the craft store,” You tap your chalk against the wall, “Do we just- What? Distribute fliers?”
“Unless you have a better idea.”
“I gotta go to the flower shop later, I’ll ask the owner.” Mal hums, you think it’s their annoyed hum. “You don’t like the seer?”
“Your chalk is trying to burn my floor,” They tell you instead. You nearly snap your neck turning to see what they’re talking about. Sure enough the remains of your circle are sparking angrily at something.
“Shit, what now?” You ask the chalk, hurrying to see what’s catching your magic before it does any permanent harm.
-
König is coming out of the shop as you make your way towards it. You give him a wide berth, not eager to get caught in his wake. You can feel the snap of magic at his heels, sparking against the shop’s threshold. He hardly pays you any mind, singularly focused on whatever is driving him out. You slip into the shop and take a full breath of the floral air. The shopkeeper is sort of dazedly picking through a bowl of rings.
“Where’s your guard dog going?” You ask, not used to the big guy being outside of the shop. You honestly thought he might be living in the back room. 
“I don’t know, we had a fight,” She sighs before shaking her head and giving you a confused look, “Sorry, dog?”
“Oh is he- is he not this place’s guard?” You glance around the shop, it doesn’t have any wards, you assumed the big fae was the ward.
“He’s my boyfriend?” She frowns, scrunching her face up. You think maybe you’re not close enough friends to have asked in the first place.
“Ah, well that makes sense I suppose.” It doesn’t. You don’t know how the fuck she could be dating that thing. You thought she was a seer, does she not- You know what, it’s not your circus.
“Can I help you with something?” There’s a polite level of snark in her tone, enough you could brush off if you weren’t paying attention. Right, you forgot how prickly this seer is. 
“I ordered a bundle of poppies,” You don’t really know how to pitch the union thing. You wish you had business cards. You often wish you had business cards.
“Don’t suppose you put a name to that order,” She grumbles, flipping through her ledger.
“Nope,” You pop the ‘p’, “might be under Witch? Or some variation of that.” This is why you like shopping at fae-adjacent businesses, the magical consideration. You don’t get nameless orders at the usual human shops. She taps the order line and goes to pull a bunch of flowers from one of the nearby cases.
“You’ve been here a few times, yeah?” She asks, setting the bouquet on the counter as you fish your wallet out of your overstuffed spell bag.
“You remember me!” She nods.
“Yeah your, uh,” She frowns, squints at you, or around you, “magic, I guess, is sort of… recognizable.” You bite your tongue to keep from asking what that means, what it looks like. You try not to be jealous of seers, but…
You hold out your hand, “I’m- Well, actually Witch works, that’s what the others call me.” You can almost hear the dial-up tone coming from the seer as she stares at your hand.
“I never know what to introduce myself as,” She says, taking your hand, “One of my friends calls me Lieb?” You shrug and release her hand after a quick shake.
“I can call you whatever you want, since we’ll be seeing more of each other you might as well be comfortable.” You tug your credit card free of your wallet, when you look back at her she’s staring at you, confused.
“Why would we be seeing more of each other?” Oh my God, you completely skipped over asking about the union.
“I’m- well me and Mal,” You stop, “Do you know Mal?”
“I pickup König’s orders from them sometimes.”
“Great,” You nod, “Mal and I thought it would be smart to have a little shopkeepers group.”
“Like a book club?” She frowns.
“Or a Union? What’s with you people?” You shake your head, doesn’t matter, “We can standardize rules, put some shop protections down-”
“Enforce bans,” Lieb mumbles, thinking aloud.
“Yeah, if you need to ban someone, sure.” You’ve never had to ban anyone from your place, although that might be changing quickly. You wonder if Mal’s ever had to ban anyone.
“Ok, I’m down.”
“That’s it?” You ask in disbelief. She shrugs.
“Sure,” She reaches to pull a few rings from the bowl on the counter, you’d recognize the scent of iron anywhere, “I could use some protections now that my dog is banned.”
-
"I think that just about does it for cross shop policies," you tap your pen against your notebook, reading over the various rules you three have been working on all evening. "Anything else we need to cover?"
"What to do with banned patrons," Lieb says. Despite her thorns you've found her proposed rules to be surprisingly reasonable. 
"Did you ban someone?" Mal asks, tipping their head curiously. Lieb nods and holds up her phone with a crudely drawn face on it. At least you think it's a face. "König? What did he do?"
"Is that important?"
"It's good gossip," Mal shrugs, "what do you want us to do about your ban? Ban him from our shops too?"
Lieb's eyes sparkle, her smile devious. "Would you?"
You and Mal look at each other. You're not likely to see the big guy in your house, but you know Mal's work when you see it. A ban from Mal might hurt as much or more than a ban from his girlfriend. Plus it could be funny. You both seem to come to that conclusion at the same time.
"If I banned Ghost would you ban Ghost?" Mal leans forward, clearly interested.
"Sure.” Lieb shrugs.
"I wanna ban Gaz," you chime in. Mal gives you a look.
"I like Gaz."
"He tried to wipe me."
"Oh," Mal nods, "yeah, banned."
"Anyone else?" You ask the group. Mal and Lieb both think for a moment.
"Soap?" Lieb asks hesitantly, "I think that's his name: spooky, kinda electric, hangs around artsy folks?"
“Doesn’t come in my shop,” You tell her, since the description doesn’t ring a bell.
“Mine neither,” Mal agrees, “But he can be banned.”
You jot down the names in your notebook with short descriptions. A banned list is smart, easier to keep track of if there’s more than one shop keeping an eye out for them. It’s a tidy list, four fae that should be easily convinced to follow the rules. You can ask Price later about how to enforce the list, there’s probably a trick to it.
“Do we need time limits on the bans? I can’t imagine you’re going to keep your boyfriend banned forever,” You catch Lieb’s attention from where she’s typing rapidly on her phone.
“A month?” She proposes, “At least for the less personal bans. I’ll let you both know when I unban König.”
“I can do a month,” Mal looks at you and you nod. A month is fine. Mal stands from their seat and pats their legs, “Cool, well, if that’s everything, I wanna close up.”
You glance at the walls, feeling the wards wrap around you. You’re glad to feel they’re working properly, especially with the new changes to them. Lieb scrunches her shoulders up to her ears, apparently less happy with the constricting wards. It’s always felt like a too tight hug to you, but it’s your magic. You expect it’s drastically less pleasant for others.
You usher Lieb out to let Mal close up, and offer your friend the promise of a meal soon. After all, it’s been a while since you hosted them.
-
Price stares at your list with an unreadable expression. He’s leaning against your wall, as is his wont, his elbows propping him up as you sit on the brick beside him. You’re stripping herbs into a little clay bowl, picking the leaves off and waiting for him to finish his thoughts. Your rules already have Mal’s fae stamp of approval, but Price is the one that’s best at bending them. If anything has too glaring a loophole, he’ll find it. 
You’d planned on telling him about Gaz’s ban after he read over everything but it had spilled out of you as soon as you saw him. Luckily he’d fully agreed. He seemed almost relieved to hear it, you thought he’d be upset at having one of his friends banned. It’s an unexpected treat to hear Price take your side. You’ve been smiling to yourself about it since you handed him your rules list.
“These apply to me now too?” He asks, breaking the comfortable silence between you. You finish plucking the leaves off a sprig of rosemary and settle the bowl next to you so you can wipe your tired fingers on your apron.
“You’re not a customer,” You tell him. Price’s eyes sparkle with some fond mischief, you’re sure it should make you wary, but you’ve put a lot of thought into this. He isn’t a customer, and has never made himself out to be. If anything you’re trade partners, passing goods back and forth over your fence.
“Smart girl,” His praise never fails to make your stomach flip. He turns your list of rules over, his eyes sliding over the banned names on the back. “What’s this?” You can see the hint of a smile starting to form on his lips.
“Banned customers,” You lean to read over the short list. Price glances at you, or part of you. His gaze flicks to your chest before he clears his throat and pushes off the wall to stand upright. He keeps his eyes fixed on the paper in his hand. “I thought you might be able to help with how to enforce it.”
You look up at him through your lashes, and he’s sure you know how sweet you look asking for his help. He’d grab you off the wall and take you home if he didn’t think you’d put up a hell of a fight. Price understands all too well why the fae steal pretty things like you. If you weren’t so well guarded he might’ve already had you hidden away. It would be easier like that. Another fairytale for the books, another fae without a care in the world taking what it wants when it wants to.
If he didn’t know you it would all be easier. He might’ve been satisfied just stealing you then.
He keeps his eyes on your list. Pretends to think it over so he doesn’t have to look at you. Perfect, maddening, you. Honestly, if it were anyone but you handing him this list he might laugh, hell he still might. His whole team banned from three shops in one stroke, and him desperately glad not to follow the rules. “No touching” how could he ever survive that?
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tighnari (part 1)
female dom x bratty sub tighnari (requested)
Tighnari felt disappointed that his lover and him didn't have enough time together due to their own work. They were both very busy people, and his lover never came over to his house to spend time with him. She is always stuck at her office to finish her research. 
She's an astrologer and had a lot of papers to write. Due to Tighnari's work as well, he was almost never home, he had to camp out with other people to take care of the wilderness. So, they both didn't have time to relax with each other.
Although today was a rare day, Tighnari decided to go visit his lover at her office. He wanted to be close to her and just talk to her about random things. Sad thing is, he felt a bit... bothered. 
They both haven't had sex in a whole month, and he's been craving her touch for a while now, but he had to hold himself back so he wouldn't get off track on his work. He truly missed her, so he decided to come to her office with a surprise. 
Once he was ready to go, he headed out his door and into a warm breezy night. Luckily, her office wasn't far away from either of their houses, so it was a short walk. When he got there, the long hallway was empty with only a few people leaving the observatory.
He glanced up and saw the night sky above him, he loved seeing the sky a lot. Especially at night when there's no clouds. "Oh, Tighnari, are you here to see your girlfriend?" A co-worker of his lover approached him as he nodded. 
"Yeah, do you know if she's in her office right now?" He smiled sweetly at him as he nodded. 
"She's in there right now, and she's in a bit of a bad mood. I just came out of her office, but she has been mad ever since I came in, good luck." He stated shyly and waved goodbye to him as Tighnari waved back and stared at the sky in shock.
Her? Mad? I wonder why she's mad. He thought while making his way slowly to her office.
When he arrived, he knocked on the door and heard a grumble, "Who is it?! I'm a bit busy!" She said loudly as Tighnari opened the door and waved with a smile. 
"It's me lovebug, how are you?" He said sweetly and marched right in while closing the door behind him and locking it behind him. He didn't want any interruptions between them for right now.
"Ah, Tighnari, what are you doing here?" She said coldly as she scribbled something on her paper quickly and looking back and forth between her notes. 
Tighnari sighed as he saw how her office was. It was scattered with different books, papers, pens, drawings and even bags of food. "Oh dear me, how long have you been here for?" He asked as he picked up a pile of books from the couch and placed them on the coffee table besides the couch.
"Uh, well I went home this morning to take a quick shower then I came back here and stayed inside until lunch. Besides that, I've been in the office for about a week now." She looked up at him and softly smiled at him.
He just widens his eyes in amusement, "Wow, you're such a hard worker, but please take a break. Come here and sit down with me, I brought you some snacks." He said while placing down his bag of snacks on the table in front of him and opened the bag, taking out the food.
She just looked up once more and saw him taking out the food, but she looked back down to her work. "I'll be there in just a moment; I'm almost done calculating the constellation that I recently found. I have to get the coordinates right." She said as her attention went fully back to her work. 
Tighnari sighed and turned his body towards her, "Come on sweetie, I got your favorites, apples with peanut butter, and some grapes with strawberries. I'll-I'll even feed you, please?" He pleaded her as she ignored him. 
His wagging tail dropped down along with his ears. He didn't come all this way to just get ignored by his lover, he just wanted to do something nice to her. "My love, please?" He stood up and walked to her desk, placing his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned in carefully.
She ignored him again, but Tighnari wasn't going down without a fight.
"Pretty please? Pay attention to me, I want to feed you." He leaned in a bit more, but she didn't budge one bit. 
Now he had to resolve to extreme things. "Angel? Can you at least let me sit on your lap while I feed you? I swear I'll be good, and I'll also be quiet. Please?" He whined softly while his tail started wagging and he put on the cutest puppy dog eyes ever. 
But even when he said that she pretended to not listen to him, that is until she stopped working and placed her pen down looking up at him with a glare. 
"Tighnari, listen to me... I love you and I appreciate that you brought me food, but I can't lose my train of thought right now. If I take even a five-minute break, I will forget what I was doing and get distracted. So please, go home and I'll make sure to eat the food, okay? I'm sure you also had a long day of work, so go rest up. I'll be free in two more-"
"I can't wait two more days, hours or even minutes, my love... I need your attention; I haven't properly spent time with you in such a long time. I truly want your time, even if it's a minute." He stated, but she sighed and looked down at her desk.
After a few moments, she slammed her hands on her desk and stood up, "Tighnari, my whole life can change soon if I turn in this report. I really want to be the first one to finish this and get some recognition out of it. Please, I beg you, just go home, love." She walked around her desk and grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him across the office.
He scoffed and turned around, stopping in his tracks. "I will not be going anywhere... I will stay here until you finish your calculations or whatever you're doing. Now, let's go sit down and-"
"I already told you! I don't need any distractions right now, Nari... Go home." She firmly stated while gripping his wrist and dragging him to the door, but he pulled away.
"I said no! I'll stay here and-"
"TIGHNARI, STOP BEING A BRAT AND GO HOME! ONCE I'M DONE WITH MY REPORT I'LL SLEEP OVER AT YOUR HOUSE AND I'M YOURS TO KEEP, OKAY? STOP DISTRACTING ME!" She yelled at him angrily.
Tighnari was taken aback as she yelled at him. He couldn't believe she yelled at him, "I can't believe you yelled at me! Maybe your co-worker was right! You're pissed for no reason, but don't take it out on-"
"I'M NOT ANGRY! JUST LET ME CONCENTRATE ON MY WORK DAMNIT!" She yelled once more and sighed while grabbing the bridge of her nose in annoyance and placed her other hand on her hip. "Just please, go home. I'll finish this and eat your-"
"NO! YOU WANT TO YELL AT ME THEN FINE, I'LL YELL AT YOU AS WELL THAT I WILL STAY HERE WITH YOU UNTIL YOU FINISH WHAT YOU WERE DOING AND THEN I'LL FEED YOU!" He yelled at her back while he got angry at her as well.
All she could do was breathe in and out, trying to calm herself down, "Look, sorry that I yelled at you... I'll let you be here, but just... let me finish my work, please." She turned around to go back to sit down on her chair again, but Tighnari grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the couch and threw her down.
She fell with a thump and looked up at Tighnari, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TIGHNARI?! DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO-"
"STOP SCREAMING AT ME AND JUST- ARGH!" He immediately got on top of her and leaned in to grab both of her cheeks and bring her to a rough kiss. 
She immediately grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from her and with a swift movement, she turned themselves around so she could be on top of him instead. "Don't do that you stubborn brat. I told you that you could stay here, yet you still don't understand what "do not disturb me" means, I'm clearly angry and when I saw you at the door of my office, I felt a sudden relieve. Now, you're acting like a bratty bitch." She whispered softly as Tighnari sighed in annoyance.
"I didn't have to do this in the first place if you'd just listen to me! Stop calling me a brat!" He angrily responded as her patience ran low. 
Another sigh escaped her lips and tried to calm herself down. "If you don't stop screaming, I swear that once I get outta this damn office, I'll make sure to fucking tease you until you pass out, you bitch." She glared at him as Tighnari gulped a little. 
His ear twitched in excitement. "And what if I don't stop screaming?! What are you going to do, huh?! Kick out your-"
A loud slap was planted on his thigh as he yelped and looked at her with wide eyes. She planted another slap to his thigh as he whined. "S-Stop! L-Let me-"
She grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, a rough and sloppy kiss. Tighnari got shocked by the sudden kiss, and his hands immediately went to grip her shirt tightly. He moaned when she bit his lip softly, "You greedy bitch." She groaned into the kiss as Tighnari sighed.
This was all he has been asking for, he wanted to get absolutely wrecked by her for the longest, but he wasn't about to let her have her way after not seeing him and yelling at him.
He backed up from the kiss and pushed her aside a bit, "That was a lovely kiss, now," He pushed her off as he sat up on the couch and reached towards the first containers, "Have some fruit that I cut into pieces, I have grapes, strawberries, kiwis, and cherries. What do you wanna eat first?" A sweet smile appeared on his face as she blinked. 
"Oh uh... We aren't- you know... continuing?" She asked as she raised her eyebrow at him.
Tighnari just chuckled and raised a grape near her mouth, "Continuing what?" He smiled innocently at her while her eye twitched in annoyance.
If he wanted to play that game, then so be it. She'll play it as well.
"Oh, never mind, anyways," She looked at his hand as she leaned in to eat the grape out of his fingers and accidently licked his finger in the process. "You can stay here and wait for me to finish, I'll eat your snacks at my desk while I finish my work, is that fine?" 
He sat there as his ear twitched in annoyance, "S-sure, I don't mind at all." He chuckled softly as a smirk grew on her face and picked up the bowl of fruit, walking back to her desk and sitting down. She placed the bowl down and continued to work silently on her calculations. 
All that Tighnari could do was just lay down on the couch and stare at the ceiling, wondering when he can make the next move, that is until he remembered he bought something with him. 
An immediate mischievous look appeared on his face as he reached back into the bag and pulled out the jam. "I forgot to tell you that I brought jam with me, do you want to share it with me?" He got up from the couch and walked over to her desk and placed the jar of jam in front of her. 
She hummed and looked up at him with another glare, "If you want you can-"
Tighnari grumbled and opened the jar of jam and dipped his finger inside, scooping up the jam then shoving his finger to her face. "Eat it." He demanded as his lover sighed and placed her hand beneath his to make sure the jam doesn't spill all over her papers. 
Instead, she had a good idea of gripping his wrist and bringing his hand towards herself, making his upper body move closer to her as she glared at him angrily. She took out her tongue and began licking his finger filled with jam. Swirling her tongue so slowly so that he could get flustered and back down, but he was strong. He simply blushed but didn't pull away at all.
A smirk appeared on her face as she kept licking his finger slowly, eating the jam as well. As she finished, she took his finger whole and sucked it softly while still making eye contact with him, she immediately saw how fast Tighnari's tail was wagging as his face grew flustered. 
"A-Are you... done?" He whispered softly as she rubbed her thumb on his wrist softly, taking out his finger with a lewd pop. She chuckled when she saw Tighnari's ears peaked up in excitement, he just whimpered a bit before he coughed and looked away. 
"I am now, anyways, let me finish this, Nari. You can eat more of the jam by yourself, okay?" She said and went back to her work as if she didn't just try to seduce him with her tongue. Tighnari was still blushing a lot, so he just stood there in shock before grabbing the jam and dipping his finger again and licked the jam from his finger. 
He walked back to the couch and sat there again, eating the jam alone as his lover just chuckled softly making sure he doesn't hear her. Tighnari was sulking that he lost, but he wasn't about to give up. While pouting he kept eating the jam, wondering what he could do next.
A sigh escaped his lips as jam fell from his finger and onto his coat. He had just noticed that he was still wearing his coat. Suddenly, another idea came to his mind as he giggled softly to himself. 
He groaned loudly as he placed the jar down on the table in front of him and stood up, "I'll be back, love bug. I accidentally dropped jam on my jacket, it was my favorite one too." He pouted softly as he looked at her and she looked. back at him.
She gave him a slight nod before going back to her work. Tighnari smirked and wagged his tail happily, opening the door and closing it behind him. He immediately jogged over to the nearest bathroom and went inside, going into a stall and closing the door behind him. "She won't be able to resist me once I wear nothing but my dirty jacket." He chuckled softly while taking off his coat.
Luckily it was a long black coat that she had gifted him before winter came. It was his favorite coat that he has, but at this point, he just wanted to use it to seduce her. Once he took out his jacket, he began taking off his clothes as well, leaving him only in his undergarments. He had forgotten that he wore a cute set that his lover gifted to him once, but he didn't wear it until today.
"I'm so smart. I totally forgot about the set that I wore today." He mischievously said as he looked down at his body, seeing the cute underwear that she bought him along with a bralette. It was a pretty black and blue set that showed almost everything. His mind went dirty when he thought about the things she would do to him once he shows her what he's wearing.
A slight blush appeared in his face as he realized what he was thinking about. He shakes the thoughts away as he goes back to his original mission and grabs his coat again to wipe off the jam immediately. Luckily, it didn't leave much of a stain. 
He threw away the paper in the trash can and placed his coat back on, as he put his coat back on, he buttoned up his coat to make sure that no one else sees him walking out of the bathroom with no clothes on. While putting his shoes on, he grabbed his clothes that were hanged in the hook by the door and walked out the stall. 
Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled softly and smiled to himself before walking out of the bathroom cautiously. He looked both ways to make sure that no one was around, before heading out and almost ran to his lover's office. 
As he stood by the door, he took in a deep breath and thought of an excuse immediately. Once he thought of one, he opened the door and walked back inside, locking it behind him again. "I'm back, the coat looks brand new." He smiled as she hummed and completely avoided eye contact. 
He suddenly got courage to walk up to her desk once more and knocked on her desk. "Can you pay attention to me, please?" A pout formed on his lips as she looked up and raised her eyebrow at him. 
"Didn't I already told you that I need to concentrate on this? I'm almost done, give me a few more minutes alright?" She sighed before looking back down and started to write something on her paper. 
Tighnari couldn't handle it anymore, he walked around her desk and pulled her chair back making her widen her eyes in surprise. "I'm sorry, I can't do that." He simply said before throwing his clothes on to her lap and she crinkled her eyebrows together in confusion.
"Whose clothes are these?" She picked them up and recognized that this shirt belonged to him, she picked up the pants and realized it was his too. 
He just stood there in front of her before snatching the clothes out of her hands and throwing them to the ground. His hands went to the top button of his coat and unbuttoned it slowly. "Who do you think it belongs to? Hm?" He hummed at her as she observed him up and down slowly.
She bit her lip and sighed, getting comfortable in her seat. Leaning backwards while opening her legs, resting her elbow on the arm rest and bringing her hand to her lips, softly rubbing her lips as she tried her best to control herself from grabbing him and pushing him onto the desk. "I don't know, you tell me." She whispered softly.
Her glare became dark as Tighnari froze a bit, rethinking what he was doing. "I would tell you, but you're too busy to pay attention to what your lover is doing." He asserted back as he took unbuttoned his coat slowly, building up anticipation for her, but she looked calm. Well, she looked calm except for her eyes. 
They were dark and the only lights that were on were the dim lights above them and the lamp by her desk. He gulped softly but he wasn't about to back down. 
"If you already know that I'm busy, then tell me right now and stop wasting my time, whose clothes are those?" She hummed softly as he finally looked her in the eyes and shivered. 
Tighnari whimpered as he undid the last button of the coat and slid the coat off his shoulders, letting it hit the ground with a thump. He stood there in his undergarments as his lover made a sound between a sigh and a moan. "Take a look for yourself and answer me..." He whispered softly, feeling himself grow hot from the anticipation that she was giving him now.
She didn't move or say anything at all, except for her gaze. Running her glare up and down his body, staring at his clothed cock, lingering her eyes there more. When Tighnari noticed where her eyes lingered the most, he blushed and shifted his weight to his other leg and bit his lip. "W-where are you looking at?" He gulped nervously.
An evil laugh escaped her lips as her hand that was on her lips went up to cover her eyes while laughing. As her laughter calmed down, Tighnari felt embarrassed and awkward to be standing there with only his undergarments. So, the only thing he could do was to get his courage together and walk closer to her. 
"You really know what you're doing, huh?" She finally said, removing her hand from her eyes and placing her hand on the arm rest. "To bad it's not working, Nari. I suggest you go home, before I make you regret your decision." She told him before turning her seat around, facing her desk once more, but Tighnari pulled her chair back again.
He didn't say a word, the only thing he did was to climb on her lap and straddle her, grabbing both of her hands and leading them to his hips. He finally spoke up after a few second of being quiet, "How about we play a game? The first one to make any lewd noises loses. How about that? You up for it?" He smirked at her. 
She grinned back at him and scoffed, "Darling, I'm sure you wouldn't want to humiliate yourself like that. I really do suggest you go home before I make you regret it." She said softly, dragging her hands up and down his hips, dragging her nails softly across his skin, making him shiver. His lover only chuckled seeing him shiver with just this simple movement.
"Do you want to play, yes or no?" He demanded an answer as she hummed at him, glancing at his wagging tail before making eye contact with him again.
"You like being humiliated, huh? Alright then, I accept your game. If you lose you go home. No ands', ifs' or buts', okay?" She smirked as he nodded happily. 
"And if you lose-"
"Which I won't, obviously." She claimed.
"You get to leave your work alone and come back home with me just for tonight, how does that sound?" He smiled innocently at her as her right hand left his hip and came back down, slapping his thigh hard. Tighnari jumped in surprise and gasped when she gripped his thigh hard. 
"It's a deal then." She whispered as Tighnari blushed at the sudden movement that she did. 
He nodded and wrapped his arms around her neck, bringing her closer to him until their faces were so close to each other. He didn't dare to kiss her yet; he just ghosted his lips against her. Teasing her as he felt her hand reach the back of his neck, gripping it tightly. 
She held him still, making sure he doesn't tease her. Her tongue came out and started to lick his lips softly. They both closed their eyes as she licked his bottom lip, making Tighnari open his mouth a little before she crushed her lips against his and brought her tongue inside his mouth.
Their tongues swirled together, trying to fight for dominance, but the outcome was the same as always, she ended up winning. He tried his best to not make any noises, but the way she was sucking on his tongue was something he rarely experienced. It was usually him who sucked on her tongue, happily. 
He hummed in pleasure as his tail wagged in the air happily, finally getting something out of this game. 
Her other free hand ran to his ass and raised her hand, before slamming her hand on his ass painfully hard. He jumped and broke the kiss immediately. "W-what was that for?!" He panted harshly, feeling his cheeks heat up.
"What? I can't touch you anymore?" She smirked at him as he gulped and lets out a shaky breath. 
Both of their eyes make eye contact again, as they both stared deeply at each other. Tighnari felt his stomach tighten, pleasure building up by just looking at her. "S-Sorry... Let's continue." He apologized to her as he leaned in and kissed her again.
She chuckled against the kiss, as they made out. They both touched each other, gripping one another, their breathing getting heavier by each passing second. Tighnari couldn't hold back anymore. 
His hands went to her shirt, ripping the buttons of her blouse and sliding it fast off her shoulders and throwing it on the ground, before moving to her tank top that was underneath her blouse. "I want more, please." He begged her, but she just grunted into the kiss and pulled apart from the kiss. 
"Don't beg to me, you started this game, you can't back down easily." She whispered, staying close to his lips. 
They opened their eyes seeing each other heaving and puffing heavily. Tighnari just bit his lip before closing his eyes and coming in for another deep kiss.
Their tongues met each other again, swirling against each other and being heavy with lust. It's been almost a whole month since they had a make out like this. It made both of them hungry for one another. 
It was so lustful that their breaths became hot, fanning each other as they were catching air before going back to kissing each other. 
Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her and making him grind on her thigh. Tighnari sighed and happily obeyed her command by grinding so slowly and painfully. All she could do was run her hands all over his body, going from his waist to his ass and to his thighs. Squeezing him every chance she could.
Tighnari just gasped and shivered in her touch as both of his hands tugged on her hair, asking for more than what he bargained for. They were panting loudly, but no lewd noises came out from their mouths, no mewls, moans, groans, or anything. Just them trying to catch their breath. 
"L-love.. give me m-more." He begged, but she dragged one of her hands to his ass and smacked him hard again, making him jump once more, but he didn't stop kissing her so passionately. They were both having such a good time that they forgot about the game.
As they were making out with each other, there was a loud knock on the door. She pulled away and grunted loudly. 
"WHO IS IT?! I'M BUSY!" She yelled, as Tighnari took this opportunity to bring his face down to her neck and started licking her skin, dragging his tongue so slowly from her jaw to her shoulder. 
She shivered a bit and sighing in annoyance when no one responded at the door. "WHO IS IT?! DO YOU NEED SOMETHING?!" She yelled once more.
The only thing that Tighnari could do was continue to keep licking her neck, biting her skin softly, leaving marks there. He didn't stop even if there were knocks on her door, or even if someone came through the door. He finally got what he wanted, but he needed more than just a simple make out at this point. He didn't even care about the game anymore. 
"Hold on, Nari. I'll go see who's at the door. Hide under my desk, okay?" She made him stand up and hide him under her desk as he grunted and tugged on her pants. 
"Don't leave me... We- We haven't finished the game..." He pouted and she sighed in defeat. 
She pulled away from his hold and walked to the door. "Who is it?!"
As she opened the door, she saw her co-worker freaking out. 
"GREAT! YOU'RE STILL HERE, I FORGOT A BOOK THAT I LEFT HERE IN YOUR OFFICE! LET ME-"
She cut him off before he could barge into her office without a warning, "What's it called? I'll bring it to you." She asserted and he sighed but gave up and told her the title. "Wait here, I know where it is." She walked over to her desk and looked at the different piles of books.
While she was searching, she didn't notice that Tighnari was so turned on that he started to rub himself through his lingerie, making soft noises. She finally found the book, but before she could leave, Tighnari grabbed her pants again making her stop. 
"What's the hold up?! Hurry! I need it quick!" Her co-worker exclaimed loudly, but she stood by her desk and held up one finger.
"Hold on, I just realized this is the second book, not the third one. I found the third book on my floor, let me check it really quick." She stated as she crouched down under her desk and reached for the book that was behind Tighnari. 
His lover shot him a glare and told him, "Stop acting like a brat, there's someone by the door. You want an audience that much? You dirty slut." She spat back as he whined and looked down at his erection before grinding his hand there again, panting softly and looking so enticing.
She bit her lip and cursed under her breath, "You little perv. Save your lewd actions for later." When she stood up, she saw her co-worker walking inside her office.
"I got your book. Come here and get it, I'm too lazy to walk over there. I have things that need my attention." She sat on her chair and brought it close to the desk. Her co-worker groaned in annoyance as he walked over and took the book from her hand. 
"Fine, I'll see you later to review your calculations, got it?" He said as she nodded but widen her eyes when she felt hands running up her leg. 
She nodded and didn't say nothing else, except for, "Okay, leave." With those two simple words, her co-worker waved goodbye and closed the door behind him.
As the footsteps got faint, she moved back from her desk and opened her legs to see Tighnari moaning softly as his lingerie had a wet spot forming there.
She licked her lips at the sight of him and adjusted herself on her chair. "You really couldn't wait, huh? Such a disobedient brat. Can't believe you planned this from the very start. You even locked the door so no one could bother us, right?" She demanded an answer as he nodded softly.
"Y-yeah... I- nggh~ I did... Please... Give me more... I need you, love." He whispered as he crawled towards her and grabbed her pants. Trying his best to take off her pants. "Let me-"
She grabbed his hands and pulled him up as if he weighted nothing and she stood up. Cornering him between her arms and desk. "You really know how to rile me up, don't ya?" She whispered into his ear as he moaned, letting his hands run up and down her arms. 
"Do you actually think you deserve to get pleasured? No, you don't. You acted like a brat who doesn't let me finish my work." She whispered into his ear, making him shiver and moan. Truth be told, he likes it when he's being degraded by her. "Now that you lost the game, you get to go home without complains." A smirk appeared on her face as Tighnari widen his eyes.
"W-what?! No, you can't do this to me! I'm still-"
"A deal is a deal, Nari. Now get your clothes and go home. I'll finish up here and I'll head over to your house, got it?" She licked her lips before going ahead and biting his ear a bit, making him squirm underneath her, letting out a whimper and a groan. 
"But-" 
"Leave, you bratty bitch." She said before pulling away and sitting back down on her chair. "If you don't leave right now, I won't finish this part right now and go home early to absolutely tease and fuck your brains out, Nari. So, you choose, either we have sex right now and you won't see me until I completely finish this project, which will be around two more weeks, or you can leave right now, and I'll go home early to wreck you until morning." She tilted her head waiting for an answer from him.
He just sighed and nodded, moving out of the way and letting her scoot her chair back into her desk. "Good boy, give me a kiss and you can wait for me all prettily at home. No touching yourself though, restrain yourself with handcuffs if you have to." She grinned at him as he pouted and grunted.
"Fine... I'll wait for you at my home; I'll make you regret that you're making me wait longer for you." He sighed and walked to pick up his clothes, putting them on in the process. Once he got his clothes on, he grabbed his coat from the floor and walked to give his lover a kiss on the lips, sighing happily as he wagged his tail from side to side.
She just sighed and nodded pulling away from the kiss, "Good boy, I'll see you there. Can't wait to fuck you dumb." She smiled innocently at him as he blushed and hid his face from her, walking away, but he stopped his tracks in front of the door.
"I'll leave the snacks there, bring them home when you're done here." He said as she nodded, waiting for him to leave her office. "And... I really can't promise you that I won't touch myself thinking of you..." He said softly before opening the door and running off into the hallway feeling absolutely embarrassed by what he said.
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carlplsrailme · 2 years
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𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬
summary: carl and y/n hate each other, and Carl finally has enough and decides to fuck the attitude out of her
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carl grimes x fem!reader
cw: mirror fucking, heavy degradation, manhandling, hate fucking, no pet names except for 'baby'
word count: 2k
request: do you take requests? if so could you write a oneshot where the reader and carl ‘hate’ eachother and they’re forced to go on a run together by rick but then they argue the whole way there and when they get inside the house or whatever he’s sick of her attitude so he fucks her infront of a mirror and degrades the fuck out of her lol with lines like ‘look at you falling apart for me’
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you stretch your jaw as the trees whip past the window, lips puckered together as you refuse to speak to your...company
"you can't ignore me forever," he says with an audible scoff, you can feel from here how his eyes rolled back in his head.
Rick made you guys go on a run together, nothing serious, just to check a convenience store's pharmacy for any leftover meds, except there are two problems.
1: Rick already knows it's a lost cause checking for meds in the most obvious of places, it'll be empty, we already know that.
and 2: You're driver had to be that jackass himself, Carl
So why does this jackass need to annoy you this entire drive? he hates you, the least he can do is shut up for himself
you sink deeper in the leather seats as you rub your lips together to keep them silent, already wishing you were back in Alexandra instead of this useless run
"Fine. don't talk, I'm just trying to make sure we come home with meds" he huffs and turns back to the jagged road, chest staggered and jaw twitching with anger
"Oh come'on, you don't actually think there's gonna be meds, right?" you almost laugh as you sit up to turn to the one-eyed boy
"This is your daddy's way of us getting along." you hiss. 'matter of factly' voice stretching through your tone 
"Don't think you're so special, he wouldn't waste gas for us to start talking" he bit the corner of his lip as his grip on the wheel turned white as he tried for you not to get to him
"You've been such a fucking prick since you got here. head too big that your daddy's the main man and now you think you own the fucking place" you yell, waving your arms around as he shooks his head to struggle a laugh
"You were the one that I tried to get along with but YOU were too full of yourself to say hi, YOU scoffed and walked away the moment I approached you" You continue. raising your voice a little too loud as you make your point
"maybe if you were such a fucking brat I would be at home right now." you cross your arms and stare back at the window.
"maybe if you could read situations better I'd be at home too." he whispered. you squinted your eyes while your brows furrowed down about to turn to carl for him to elaborate but the slam of the car stopping caught your attention first
"Were here"
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"Told you. absolute bullshit." you huff while you lean on the counter, Carl paces back and forth down the aisle trying to find anything to show they did something
"He wouldn't have us risk our lives for some field trip of being friends." He says, back turned to you as he picks up random things, blowing off the dust as he reads the packaging before placing it back down
"Honestly, with how shits turning out right now I wouldn't cross it off as a possibility" you sang as you messed around with a pen, laying your back on the counter as you waited for Carl to be done 
"Fuck, can you try to do some shit instead of just laying there" He spat, resting one arm on the cold empty shelves as he looks at you
"Fine, dammit" you shouted, grabbing your knife and hopping off the counter, you jogged over to one of the rooms in the back, not thinking twice before swinging the door open as a walker leaned into you
"Fuck!" you said as adrenaline rushed through your veins, his grimy teeth trying to nip at your arm before your blade met his demise...well, his second demise
the walker splatted on the floor as you turn to a very shocked carl who already had his gun pointed up
"See that? the dumb shit that your dad is putting us through? He nearly nipped my arm and that's on you" you huffed, he opened his mouth to respond but you walked passed him
"I'll be in the car."
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"I said I'm sorry!" his voice rang as you stomped up his steps, ready to give Rick one hell of a speech
"doesnt.fucking.matter" you said sternly, he was trailing right behind you yet you still slammed the door on him, making him even more pissed
"where the hell is that cop?" you yelled, running upstairs as Carl grabbed your arm, you tugged it off you as you started walking to one of the rooms upstairs
"just- fuck- can you listen to me?" he shouted but you twisted one of the doorknobs and stumbled into a boyish room you can only assume belongs to carl
Carl followed with you, right as you entered the room he closed the door to keep you put, closing his eyes to try and collect the very little patience he had left
"move. asshole" and then you took it
"FUCK! do you ever just shut the fuck up?!" he yelled, anger getting the best of him as you stood with widened eyes, never having Carl yell at you like this
He walked closer to you, noses almost touching as his jaw clenched in anger
"It's all I ever hear! just you whining and complaining! I'm so fucking sick of it" 
you stare at him with nothing to say, completely stunned at his sudden demeanor, he relaxed his shoulders with a slight sigh
with a sudden swoop he grabbed your jaw, lips attacking yours as he made out with you
"see? so much fucking better" he hissed, teeth clanking together in another kiss as he picked you up by your thighs, slamming you into the wall, you gasped and he took that chance to slide his tongue into your annoyingly sweet mouth
your tongues lapped together as you felt something shift in him, his cock throbbing in his jeans as they rubbed up to your ever begging cunt
he groaned on your lips, taking them away for a breather as his fingers tugged on your chin to look up at him
"fuck, I don't hate you" he got interrupted by himself closing his eye as his dick asked for attention
"I never have, I didn't 'scoff and walk away' I mumbled an 'excuse me' and stubbled off because I didn't know how to talk to you" He says with a slight chuckle, your eyes were glued on his as you felt guilt build up in you
"then..." he sang, a cocky smile on his lips as you already know what he's gonna say
"you started being a fucking brat" he threw your head to the side as he let go of your chin, kissing your lips again as his hand neared your clothed pussy
he slowly rubbed you through your jeans, fluttering at the sensation but you needed more
"don't fucking tease" "don't fucking speak." he raised his voice, you zipped up immediately in shock, but you couldn't help the way his tone had your back slightly arching off the wall
he kissed you again, fingers wrapping around your zipper and unbuttoning your jeans before your panties were in view 
he had you stand on your own for a second as he brought them down, hooking his fingers on your panties before pulling them down, an embarrassing amount of slick piled up on them as he looked up to you with an innocently confused stare -and an out of place smirk strained on his lips
he quickly pocketed the panties as he had his jeans hung low on his hips, enough for his boxers to be pulled down, and his cock to be revealed
your eyes were stuck on it, pretty red tip leaking with pre and angry veins traveling up his cock, it stood proud as he tapped your thighs for them to hop up on him again
your legs wrapped around his hips as he lined himself up with you, twitching in anticipation and a slight whine coming from your voice
"just wait, don't be annoying" he watched as you clenched and unclenched around nothing at his tone
he slowly entered his tip in, a groan vibrating from his chest as fucked himself deeper in your needy pussy
"Carl" you couldn't help but moan, he was stretching you out so so good, cock bullying his way in and you loved every second of it
when he was fully in, he waited -for you to adjust at first...then, just to play with you
you whined his name again but this time in frustration, rolling your hips back and forth on him as his head tilted up, moaning your name as he went back down to kiss you
"that's it baby, work yourself up f'me" he slurred, his eyes catching the full body mirror right next to you guys as a smirk found its way on his lips
he grabbed you by the chin and turn to look at yourself in the mirror
you almost didn't recognize yourself, hair disheveled as your pupils blown wide with being laced over in tears of frustration, your drooling cunt was desperately trying to give the friction you knew only Carl could give you at this point
"look at you falling apart for me" he says with a taunting smile, you begged for him to move, he rolled his eyes and gave you one sharp thrust just to shut you up
"fuck!" you whimpered at the thrust, clenching yourself tighter around him to give an unspoken message to please do it again
"fuck, don't fucking do that-" he groaned,  your pussy sucked him in deeper, whining for more and he was gonna give it to you
he gave another sharp thrust as you cried out for him, he picked up the pace as he started to ram in your tight little hole, 
"fuck- do you know how- how long I've wanted this?" he said in staggered breathes, you felt tears run down your cheeks as his cock hit your cervix 
"-wanted to see you turning into a mess for me? just look at yourself baby" he turned your head so you can watch as he fucked himself into you, his cock stretching you out so perfectly as he hit deep in you
"C-Carl please-"
"Don't try and beg now. You were being annoying and now you have to fucking pay for that shit. I've dealt with you all.fucking.day" he matched up his words with thrusts, you yelped on his cock 
your fingernails dug deep in his shoulders as you screamed his name, your legs squeezed him impossibly closer as you cried harder his cock
"'m gonna c-cum" you moaned, his dick ruthless as he somehow fucked you harder, filling you to the brim before pulling back to his tip and ramming back inside
"fuck- cum for me baby, cream on his fucking dick for me" he said as his feral thursts quicked, 
"p-please don't stop" you said head empty, pretty pussy tightening around him, he grabbed your head and forced your to watch yourself as you came all over him, you whimpered in embarrassment but couldn't help the way your pussy twitched at the sight
"that's it baby, let it all out on me" he growled, you laid limp in his arms as fucked up into you, just like a little pretty doll for him to fuck, his own personal fuck doll he railed the attitude out of
"fuck! m'cumming" he hissed, cum shooting deep in your womb as he laid a few more thrusts out, he pulled himself out as he watched cum spill out of your hole, and he place his thumb to keep it in before a devilish smirk found him 
"see baby?" he let go of your shaking legs for them to slide on the floor, tumbling into his chest as he tilted your head up once more, kissing your lips to whisper against them,
"it's not that hard to just...shut the fuck up"
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an: ahhh my first request! I hope you enjoyed it anon <3 I had lots of fun writing this! don't be scared to message me any request I'll be happy to write something up for you guys hehe ♡ mwah! bye guys!
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hopefuloverfury · 4 months
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Elliott Scrap 🦀
Elliott being a smitten man, as usual. Fem!Farmer, she/her pronouns. No other warnings necessary. I'll find a place for this scene eventually.
Elliott’s boots thunk softly against the stone bridge leading into town, his route illuminated by warm yellow light. He looks up at the rusty lamp posts, his breath puffing out into clouds of vapor in front of his face. It’s two days into Spring already, but frost still clings to the emerald green grass framing the cobblestone path, and Elliott tucks his nose low into the collar of his jacket.
The windows of the saloon burn a fiery orange, and Elliott picks up his pace. After hours of staring at ink on half-empty pages, and with no solace found in the sounds of waves kissing the shore outside of his home, he needs a distraction.
Tied to a post outside of the saloon is a horse, its ears flicking back and forth as it grazes on the overgrown grass breaking through the cement. Its coat is dusty brown, with a dark brown mane, and a very new looking saddle strapped to its back. 
The horse picks its head up, sensing his presence. Its ears flick again, and if Elliott knew anything about horses, he might say it looks curious. He doesn’t though, so he walks past without a second glance, and up the steps.
He pushes the door open. It’s not a slow night by any means, but it’s not loud enough to drown out the cheery jingling of the bell above the door as Elliott pushes inside. The warmth from the fireplace hits him square in the face, and he relishes the way it melts the chill settled into his bones. Gus looks up to greet him, and Elliott knows it’s more out of habit than anything else. Just standard, to welcome a guest.
Elliott looks around, expecting to see Leah at their usual table next to the jukebox, but surprisingly, she’s nowhere to be seen. He frowns, resigning himself to a night of drinking alone, when something catches his attention.
The farmer stands alone at the bar, loosening the strap of her shoulder guard. 
The last time he saw her was at his shack on the beach, two weeks ago. He’d poured his heart out into a heap on the floor of his shack, and she carefully placed every piece back into his palms. She’d been wearing overalls and brown work gloves, with steel-toed boots and the straw hat she won the spring prior for achieving first place in the egg hunt. She’d looked like a proper farmer, and a little like an angel.
But here, in the flickering firelight of Stardrop Saloon, she looks like she’s stepped out of an adventure novel. Dressed like a heroine whose only goal is to slay foul beasts and protect those weaker than herself, there’s a small array of leather holsters criss-crossing over her torso, cuts and bruises on her arms, and fresh white bandages wrapped around her knuckles. There’s a large black stain on the front of her shirt, and he wonders what the hell she’d done to get it.
She looks up, and their eyes meet.
Recognition passes over her face, and then she smiles.
He makes a beeline for the bar, the restless buzz in his chest getting louder with every step, like a swarm of cicadas in the summer.
“Hello, Farmer,” Elliot says, the buzz starting to make his ears ring. “What a pleasant surprise.”
“Elliott. I was hoping I’d see you tonight,” she says softly, a smile spreading across her lips. Elliott blinks, and thoughts he’d never dare entertain flicker like firelight over the inside of his eyelids. She’s so pretty. Why is she so pretty? “I thought about stopping by your cabin, but I figured I should check here first, just in case.”
Elliott feels lightheaded. “You were looking for me?”
She hums, nodding as she turns away to search through her bag. “Last time I dropped by, you looked like you were running out of ink.”
“Ah. I was planning to purchase a refill from Pierre in the morning.” Elliott winces. He’d put it off for too long, and his plans to write well into the night were dashed when his fountain pen ran out of ink in the middle of a chapter.
“No need. I collected some for you.” She turns around, a glass inkwell standing proudly in the center of her palm. “I hope this is enough, but if it isn’t I can bring more later.”
Elliott’s lips part on a breath as he plucks the bottle out of her hand. The glass is heavy, sturdy between his fingers and sapphire blue. He whistles softly, a reverent sound. “It’s lovely. Where did you get it? The ones at Pierre’s don’t look like this.”
“Oh, no, I made it.”
Elliott jerks his head so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash. “You made this? All of it?”
“Well, not really. I harvested the ink from squids, but I had leftover corks from my wine bottles, and the bottle is made out of glass shards I collected from the beach.” She chuckles, tapping her fingertip against the glass. “Who knew smelting furnaces were great for glassmaking?”
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afatallovesong · 1 year
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Hewwooo:3 I was wondering if I can request a Ashton smut when it’s late and you’re asleep with him in bed and you have a lil naughty dream of him that it wakes him up and he gets alil annoyed but turns your dream into a reality but in a rough way?
Okay, you'll be glad to know, I actually kept to the request for once, hoorayyyyy
Hope you enjoy!!
Babe
An Ashton Irwin one shot
18+, Smut, NSFW
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Word Count: 6512
There wasn’t a clock in your room. There never had been. For as long as he’d known you. It was just one of those sounds that grated on you no matter what time of day it was. In fact, you couldn’t stand any repetitive noises. The clicking of a pen lid, the tapping of fingers on a desk, it got to you, tickled you in an uncomfortable way. Your bedroom had to be a silent sanctuary, had to. You’d so often find yourself chasing sleep, unable to catch a single wink if there was nothing short of dead silence enveloping you.
Ashton had found it strange at first, unsettling really. It was one thing he never thought he’d be able to be on board with. He never thought you two would ever work with this sound barrier between you, but he fell hard anyway. He’d dwell in the quiet life if that’s what it took to be yours and he so desperately loved being yours.
He was partial to white noise. The waves on a shore, the light humming of traffic, birds singing outside, just soft, and subtle sounds to lull him into relaxation. Being a percussionist, it felt abnormal to be in complete silence. One time he actually panicked he may have gone deaf due to the conditions in your room. He could mostly blame his exhaustion for that scenario popping into his head, but it still freaked him out every now and then if he forgot.
It didn’t come without some advantages. It made him more sensitive to sounds and movements. It made him more perceptive of you and your routines. If he couldn’t catch any sleep, he’d lay there, waiting, hoping, trying to find something to send him away. He listened to music quite often. It was the most natural release he had. He’d lay and watch you, twisted onto your side, curled into a foetal position (you always ended up there eventually). He’d watch your form rise and fall on the mattress with each breath. He’d smile at how peaceful you’d seemed. He’d thank his lucky stars for bringing you into his life and then he’d listen to song after song until he joined you in slumber. Tonight, wasn’t going to be that easy.
He'd done his stages, he’d watched you drop into your routine, curling over, hugging your knees tight. He’d put his earphones in, picked a meditational track to try and soothe him. He’d been on the road for the last few months, so used to the engine of the tour bus or the movements of the other guys in their bunks to accompany him and rock him to sleep. It was difficult to adjust back to your silence. The tracks had helped him, they started noisily, a mixture of sounds to illustrate busyness in the environment. They died down, lessening, focusing on particularly calming vibrations. As the sounds condensed, his consciousness began to feel like it was slipping away. His breathing became deeper. His arms felt heavy. He was drifting away into his own wonderful mind. Almost in bliss.
He felt movements on the mattress. Beside him your body felt like it had dipped deeper before you shuffled back and forth back over to your side. He continued to focus on sleeping, he still felt ready to drop. Your movements subsided. He decided you were just adjusting yourself, getting more comfortable. He couldn’t blame you for that. He settled down again. Just a few breathing exercises would get him there. Breathe in. Hold for four. Breathe out. Hold for four. You moved again, backside nudging into his thigh. His eyes remain closed, his fingers start to twitch at his side with agitation and possibly sexual frustration, sharing a bed with you again after so long away definitely did things to him out of his control.
Next track. He needed to start again. He needed to repeat the process from scratch. Loud noise filled his ears again. He tries to still himself, but with your newly restless body shuffling beside him, he’s beginning to lose it. He starts tapping the bed on either side of his legs. Just slow beats drumming into the sheets. He’s still committing to his breathing exercises. You bump into him again only this time he swears you mutter as you do it. He keeps his earphones in but begins to listen out for you over the volume.
You’re mumbling. He wonders if you’re having a nightmare. If that’s why you can’t sleep in one set position. It was unusual for you to be so fidgety otherwise. He aches at the thought of you scared. He’d dive into your subconscious and protect you from your demons if he could. He wonders if he can soothe you from here, let you know he’s got you, that you’re safe. Your body stills as he thinks of it. Perhaps you’d made it out without him. He was alone once again.
You were still for a few more minutes. He’d been surrounded by the sweet sounds of the coast, sand crunching beneath footsteps, water washing over the shore, birds singing overhead as they flew. He was sinking. He was so close. He takes deeper breaths, mouth parting beyond his control. He starts to picture things in his mind, nothing that made sense, just images, colours, and shapes it would take hours to decipher the meaning of. It’s pretty, its bright and it’s so him. He’s so light, he’s weightless, floating away and- fuck. You made the strangest sound.
He removes his left earphone to see if you make it again. Nothing comes from you. Perhaps his own mind was playing tricks on him, keeping him awake as some kind of special torture created just for him. He definitely heard something. He swears it. There! You’re humming, almost whining. Your body shuffles a little. You’d left your ball of comfort, instead you lay on your side, one leg straight, the other bent on top of it.
He rolls onto his side now abandoning both earphones to focus his attention on you. He doesn’t reach out, doesn’t try to touch you. He just watches you. You seem peaceful enough. You were moving. You were rocking, sort of. He couldn’t find a better way to describe it. You were in motion, as if you were trying to get somewhere without ever really going. You huffed and sighed. It seemed like you were frustrated. He decided you could be stressed. Work had been hectic on both of your ends. You could just be tackling your problems in your sleep. He wasn’t sure. He wanted to help though.
He strokes over your back silently. He expects a reaction from you. He’s not sure what exactly, but something. You were well and truly, fast asleep. You continue your shuffling. He decides he may as well keep attempting to soothe you. It’s not as if he had anything better to do. He’d abandoned the idea of sleeping all together. If it happened later on then so be it but for now, all eyes were on you.
He swears your whines were getting louder. They were fewer and farther between. When they did appear, you were clear as day. He’d be lying if his attraction earlier in the night hadn’t crept back up on him again. He was rock solid, much against his will he thought. But then you moaned. You moaned his name. It was so sweet, so intoxicating. He thought he’d hallucinated. His eyes nearly bugged out of his skull. His hand dropped from your back. He waited for another. “Ash.” He held his breath. You weren’t having a nightmare, no, far from it. You were having a dream. A sweet like sugar, dripping with honey, sex dream. He’d never felt pride like it.
He thought about waking you. Even with the realisation that you were just as hot for him as he was for you, it didn’t feel right to purposefully stir you. He instead opted for sliding in closer behind you. He threw an arm around your waist. He buried his face in your hair and he held you. He held you closely into his chest. He just hugged you to him. The time for your shuffling was over. You’d leant back into him. You’d accepted his touch. It was as if he’d answered your prayers and given you what you needed unintentionally. He might have been slightly disappointed that all you wanted was a cuddle. He still wouldn’t say he didn’t love that. He did. He loved that you were needy for his closeness even in slumber.
“Ash.” You call. It’s quiet. It’s above a whisper but just barely. He wants to respond. He’s not sure if you’re sleep talking once more. “Ash.” You whisper it again. He kisses your shoulder to alert you he was there; he was with you. “You okay?” He chuckles into your skin, kissing you again. He wants to smother you in kisses. An appreciation. “I’m good, how are you?” He decides to do it. He litters the top of your spine, the tops of your shoulders. “I’m okay.” Your breath hitches as his kisses wander. “What you dreamin about?” You blush, he can’t see you, but you still blush. “You.”
He smirks into your skin. The blood is running straight between his legs. “Wondered what you were doing.” He begins his affections again. You shudder under the warmth of him. “Did I wake you?” Your breath is still shaky. “That would imply I slept at all.” He sucks a kiss into your left shoulder. “Which I haven’t quite managed.” You felt guilt. “It’s not your fault.” He adds, answering your thought. “So tired I’m not tired at all, you know?” You did. You knew it all too well. If you hadn’t been prescribed sleeping medication in the last year you don’t know where you’d be. Exhausted in a hole somewhere, was that too dramatic to imagine?
“Can I help?” You turn your face slightly. You try to catch a glimpse of him even if it hurts your neck to chase the idea. “I don’t know, can you?” You roll your eyes instinctively. He takes a bold step. He nudges your thighs, you separate them without question, allowing his knee to slot between them. He presses his leg right against your cotton clad cunt. You’re embarrassed at how wet you’d been. “I think I can help you though.” He rocks his leg torturously slowly over your pants. You don’t dare to fight the urge to grind down onto him.
He laughs a breathy chuckle over your neck. “Tell me about your dream.” You want to curl up and hide. You found it mortifying. You didn’t want to confess. You knew he’d never judge you. He never had. It still felt like this was something too personal. The inner workings of your mind. They were inner workings for a reason. “Come on, don’t be shy.” His leg switched pace. His hands grip onto your hips, burrowing into the thick flesh of them. He’s pulling you down onto him. You’re meeting his thigh, bouncing almost. You gasp, pussy clenching for something he hadn’t yet provided. “Tell me baby.” He nips your earlobe, and you lose it.
“Just you, you coming home, fucking me.” He gathered that much already. “That’s what got you all restless and rutting in your sleep.” He digs his fingers deeper, in a way that hurt, but a way that you’d begged for before. “Why don’t I believe you?” You bite down on your bottom lip as the heat pools between your legs. There was something so dangerous about the situation. You withholding information could lead to all kinds of punishment. Your pussy was drenched with your anticipation.
“I could stop. Let you go back to your dream; you liked me there.” You huff. “You’d really stop.” He hears the sadness in your tone, and he’s glad it’s there. “If you can’t be honest with me, how can I give you what you need?” You think about it but not for too long. You lean your head back, neck stretching, beckoning his lips to latch onto it. He does as he assumes you want. He attaches his teeth just below a vein pumping away.
“You fuck me everywhere. Every room. You just don’t stop. Say you missed me so much.” He’s humming with contentment at your words. “God, like a feral animal or something.” He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. “I loved it, Ash I need it. Need it like that.” He’s stirring from your words. He’s rocking his pelvis as well as his thigh. Shit. “You fucked me on the couch. Sat back and watched me ride you. Said you missed the way I wrapped around you.” He’s letting his hands wander, encouraging your words, drawing them from within. “You choked me.” Nothing new to him there. “Said you wanted to taste me.” This all seemed so normal. He retreats from you. “No, no please.”
He sighs. “Why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me?” He doesn’t limit his hips, or his thigh moving. He just refuses to kiss you until you spit it out. “You wanted to cum in me. You needed to.” He felt his cock twitch at the thought of it. He never tired of filling you, didn’t suppose he ever would. “You said you wanted to taste it, Ash.” You start to grind down desperately onto his thigh. He realises just how close you were from sputtering your secrets. His mouth parts, jaw going slack. “Taste you.” He repeats. You nod quickly. You’re chasing your orgasm and he’s in slow motion processing your words. “You cum in me and you beg for a taste.” You groan.
Ash doesn’t think about his next move. He just does it. He’s sliding away from you. He’s standing from his side of the bed and he’s walking to the door. You’re panicking. Your chest is tightening, and you feel like you might cry. You were scared. He’d forced it out of you, and he’d left you upon hearing it. You pull yourself into a sitting position, eyes fixating on the wooden panels that line your bedroom. “Living room, now.” He orders. Your head snaps into the direction of the door. You choke on air.
You scramble out of your bedroom. You run down the hall faster than a kid on Christmas morning. When you reach the living room he’s seated on the sofa, thighs spread, hands tapping into them with impatience. You walk over to him, not seductively nor confidently. You were too timid for that. Your teeth had been tucked away into your bottom lip so deep you tasted the metallic flavouring of blood. “You take all that time and don’t even have the decency to remove your panties.”
He's pulling you in by the hips. He’s looking up at you, chin resting just above the lining of your underwear. Your fingers tuck themselves into his hair. You couldn’t have loved him more. He thinks the same. Looking up at you, the light around your head pronouncing you as some kind of angel. You were more than that, to him you were far more.
His fingers start to shift the thin fabric separating you. You don’t speak as he removes it. You just watch him. He slides them effortlessly down your thighs and he kisses you every now and again. He gives into his temptations, and he showers you in his love. “Gonna make your dreams come true.” He prods your calf, alerting you to lift your leg to step out of your underwear. “Yeah?” He laughs. Why is he always laughing? Everything was so damn amusing to him. “If it gets you that worked up-“he jolts your body into him and you take the warning to sit, knees sliding on either side of his thighs. “I need to see what all the hype is about hmm.”
You’re stood on your knees, breasts just before his face. He doesn’t let his eyes drop to them even once. He’s so focused on your eyes, so present and in the moment with you. “Want me?” You whine at it. “Need you.” You lower your face to kiss him. Your breasts bump into his chest as your bodies meet. He’s sighing into your lips, arms wrapping around you, pulling you down onto his lap. You’d not realised how perfectly lined up you had been until he slipped inside of you within a moment.
You surge forward even more. Your kiss rough on his lips. He’s devouring you. You’re the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, and he’d be lying if he didn’t accept that as an addiction because that’s what you were to him, an inescapable feeling, a drug, he was endlessly begging to be prescribed. “Fuck.” You breathe over his lips. “You’re soaking me.” His nose brushes against your own. “You complaining?” He pulls your hair, your neck tilting all the way back. “Don’t forget your place.” You clench down on him and he smirks. “Pussy knows who you belong to so why don’t you.” You’re shuddering at his words.
He brings his lips to yours as his hands lower. Your stomach flutters as his rough fingers skim over you on their path down to your throbbing clit. “You feel close.” He mutters. You nod. His gentle touch just above your clit sends you mad. He was doing it on purpose. “Just can’t seem to find it.” He rubs another portion of you, and you whimper. “You’re horrible.” He reaches it and you gasp. “Ahh, there she is.” You fasten your lips on his, tired of his teasing when you’re aching for a release. You’d known you were hot, known you’d been horny, but this was frantic. This was pathetic. You felt like you would have died if he hadn’t given himself to you. Maybe you would have. You’re glad you didn’t have to find out.
“Gonna cum.” You tear away from his lips to warn him. He’s grinning. He’s surprised, you’d never finished this fast. He was so pleased you were going to. He couldn’t claim it as entirely his doing, but he wouldn’t dare tell you that. He was going to own it, to own you and he was going to cum. His cock had been teetering on the edge of bliss since the moment your ass brushed his thigh accidentally.
“Give it to me.” He starts thrusting upwards from beneath you. “Come on.” He’s pulling you in. You’re almost there. Just a few more strokes. Just a few more bites of his fingernails into your hips and you’re spilling over. You’re crashing around him. “Oh god, oh fuck.” He’s cumming. He couldn’t handle it. The moment you tightened around his length he was a goner. He’s fastening his lips around your breast. Your nipple slotted between his teeth, pinching it, aiding your release. You were shaking. You’d felt so much and all at once. His teeth, what was he doing to you? You felt so light, so unreal. You weren’t even here in the room.
Your lap sinks down eventually, ass sitting comfortably on his thighs allowing you to catch a much-needed breath. He fastens his arms tightly around your waist, surging your body forward to capture your lips as if he’d been away from you for far too long. You’re panting into each other. He kisses you with an astonishing vigour despite the exhaustion washing over the both of you, the sleeplessness. Its only seconds before your tongue is back in his mouth, hands wrapped in his locks just like they had been before. His cock twitches ecstatically inside of you, still deep and leaking his arousal into you. He shocks you, lifting his lap, rotating you along with his knees, left towards the rest of the couch. You panic at the shift, not even the action itself. With a quick motion he’s lifting, cock nearly slipping from you entirely.
“Don’t, I’ll make a mess.” He wants to smirk and provide a proud “Yes you will.” But he fights the urge. You felt him leaking from you, it was only a matter of time before the mixture of your finishes were staining the couch beneath you. This is it; you think. He’d going to do it. He’s going to taste. He pushes you onto your back with a huff, bodies still tangled, cock still firm within you. “No, no baby.” He coos. He kneels between your legs, chest pressed to yours, eyes looking down between you both to your connected state that he’d managed to keep. “Cause you’re going to fucking keep it inside of you.” If you could do anything but moan, you don’t even think you would.
He brushes a gentle finger across your clit to accompany his words, your pelvis reacts, lifting into him, needily humping at him. He drops his mouth into a little “o.” Deep down he wasn’t surprised, you had always been desperate for him, even if you fought it, but he didn’t need you to know that. “Still sensitive.” You want to whimper; you suspect you may have. “Bucking your hips for me.” He observed. His knack for noticing even your most disguised form of pleasure taking had always gotten on your nerves. There was no surprising him, he was far too intelligent and in tune with your reactions to let an action like that go unnoticed. He tuts. “Still hard for you.” He laughs, his own hips rocking. Is that why he hadn’t moved yet?
“Feel it?” You nod. “Yeah?” He’d have liked words, words were always better than glances or pathetic shakes of your head, but you were so worn out, you’d done so well, and he was so proud of you, but your job just wasn’t done. “Want me to use you? Make it go away.” It was never what you intended but you weren’t upset. You nod more, pouting your lips for some kind of pity from him, any kind. “You want a kiss?” He cups your face in his hand. His fingers stroke over your tear-stained cheek. It wasn’t a terrible thing to find the dampness there. He knew he hadn’t pushed too far, knew he hadn’t hurt you, because he never would, and even if he had by some form of accident, you’d have told him. You instead cried from frustration and then more so for release. An orgasm you’d worked too hard for, held for so long and then finally on his commands you were elated to be granted it. So euphoric that you’d cried with joy.
“Maybe you should make me cum first. Since this whole thing was your idea and you dragged me into it.” He toys with the idea in his mind. You’d tantrum if he did it. Which would have been a hindrance if it didn’t result in some kind of punishment, he quite enjoyed the idea of giving. You hadn’t misbehaved in so long he was starting to worry that he hadn’t corrupted you as much as he’d been bragging about to his friends. On the other hand, you were so good for him recently, it would be fair to give you what you need, while he takes what he needs, and he could be fair. Choices, choices. Your lips were just there, so plump, swollen from his kiss already. “Fuck, you know you always get a kiss.”
He leans into you, his nose slots neatly beside yours, head tilting to glide his lips over your own. You release all of the tensions in your body, drowning in the sofa and his love. You give yourself over to him. A kiss with him was all you’d ever needed; you’d give your life for another if the occasion was ever there. He enjoys it too, just as much, if not more. He wanders back to the thought of you around him though, your tongue slipping into his mouth not as distracting as it usually was. Of course, he’s not usually inside of you for this long, never warms himself inside your wetness in this way and my God, you are so wet. You’re dripping.
Your mixed juices almost unbearable to contain. Even with a mesmerising kiss such as this, he found it nearly impossible to act as if he wasn’t enjoying the feeling of you. You’d ruined your couch, there was no doubt in your mind or his, about that. He felt bad, sure, but not enough for him to stop. Couch be damned, he thought. He could buy you a new one if it didn’t clean well enough, God knows he already built you a new bed after cracking the last one. It was an investment at this point, the use it would have. He may as well make the most of you now the damage was done, waste not, want not, just imagine it being sexier.
His hips pistol into you, skin slapping yours, the noise echoing through the living room just the way you liked it. You’re no longer a tight glove fixed around him, you’re instead just a wet hole, filled to the brim with him. You’re something he can ram into, no concern for the stretch, for the potential pain of his first thrust. He wished he had the stamina to do this more often. To take you like this. Your tightness over his cock was his weakness but this, this was just divine. The promise of your pleasure and the wetness of your orgasm had given him such a high level of satisfaction that you may as well have ruined sex for him for the rest of his life. This is what it means to make love, this is how good it feels.
“Fuck, so fucking good.” You mutter, tears forming again out of your control. “Say it again, tell me how good it is.” He latches his teeth onto your shoulder, hands kneading your ass, pulling you up from the cushions, allowing him to drive into you deeper. You’re melting under the intensity, and he knows it but it’s just too good, you’re too good. He feels like if he didn’t communicate it, didn’t run it by you, then he wasn’t doing it right. He needed you, your tone, your moans, your tears. “Fuck me so good. Use me like I’m nothing.”
He wants to roll his eyes with pleasure, you were so fucked out and still you knew the right words to say. You were stirring him in a way that only you could. “Not nothing baby, you’re not nothing.” You were fucking everything. He’d tell you if he wasn’t so pent up. He mumbles, shaking his head to focus on his cock, its sensitivity inside your slick cunt. “Best fucking pussy.” He’d be more romantic, but he didn’t have it in him. He wants to cry. You clench around him, and he wants to fucking cry.
Your eyes flutter closed, his lips find yours and you gratefully litter his soft lips with as many kisses as you can muster to encompass his moans. You wanted to help him so badly. “Fuck, fuck, I’m so close.” He’s whiny and desperate. He sounds like such a little bitch, and he knows it, worries about it, but he can’t stop. You’d wrecked him. He wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t capable of holding on, pretending he had it together. He was falling apart at the seams. He was succumbing to your hold on him. You had weakened him into a needy state he’d never once imagined he’d be adept to and there was no more holding off.
“Come on, sweet boy, cum for me.” You play with his chain, fingers grasping the metal, his eyes rocketing down to your fingers. “Doing so good for me.” He lets out a huff of air, before another small wail. He’s so close, he’s hellbent on fighting it. He wants more, wants you to finish too. He knew it was too ambitious. There was no way he’d last through it. He was so disappointed in himself. “Give it to me.” You push, hoping to awaken his dominant side. It was okay to take what he wanted from you. “Give me everything.”
You can’t describe the sound he made accurately enough. It was a gut-wrenching desperation. You felt so bad for him, fighting for his finish, holding himself back, sweet boy. “Want my cum?” His eyes are soft when they look to yours. You see water pooling at his lower lash line and your heart hurt to see it. You want to reach out and tell him it’s okay, so unused to seeing him this way. This was usually a reaction shown on your own face not his.
“Yes, yes please.” You moan melodically to coax him closer. You caress his cheek with the back of your hand and his lips slip down to your wrist to place a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss there. “Say it baby please.” He wants to be demanding and strong but he’s on the brink of utter despair. “Say you want my cum, please fucking say you want it.” He’s fucking into you so erratically, so harshly. He barely maintains eye contact, your precious gaze too much for him to bear. Your heart breaks for him. “Need it Ash, need your cum, want to feel it.” You kiss him between sentences. “Want all of it, give it to me, cum in me.”
He lets out a strangulated groan as his cock pulses and leaks into you drop by drop. His eyes snap shut, his lips twitching and contorting involuntarily. He’s overcome by an ethereal bliss he’d never known before. He felt rather invincible. He thought he came hard the first time but now saw that he was entirely wrong, never been more wrong actually. “Fuck, fuck Ash, oh it feels-“he cuts you off with ease, “like fuckin heaven.” He admits. “Exactly like heaven.” You confirm as his forehead pushes to rest on your own, his face is turning subtly as he comprehends the power of the emotion wracking his body. “You’re my heaven, you know that?”
He meets your eyes. You take heavy breaths together. Your eyes transfixed on one another. There was a connection between you so strong in this moment that it felt like you were the only two people in existence. No one else had ever come close. There were never two souls more meant for each other than you and him. Shaking breaths and the thudding of hearts against your two chests had envisioned that.
Water gathers, clumping your lower lashes together. He’d wipe them dry with his thumb only he can’t take his eyes away from them long enough to move. The small pearls of tears forming before beginning their journey of sliding down your pretty cheeks. How lucky they were to touch you in such a way. He wanted them to evaporate before they had the opportunity to fall but there was just something so touching about the way you empathised with him. Crying at the sign of his finish, so deeply grateful that he had the chance to, enough to stir you into a reaction like this.
He wants to stay. He wants to live in your warmth for eternity, but he still has a job to do. He has to make your dream come true. God help him he’d thought of nothing else since you uttered it. “Gonna pull out.” He pecks your lip. “Give you what you wanted.” You’re throbbing again. How was it that you were throbbing?
He’ll admit he wasn’t turned on by the idea of the taste. He’d never been curious. He hadn’t wanted to know. It was the way you had wanted it that caught him off guard. You were the only reason he’d ever attempt something like this. That’s what he thought at first. Then his tongue lapped up the waterfall cascading from you. He cleaned up the liquid you’d leaked. You pushed your pelvis into him and suddenly he was thirsty. He was dehydrated. He was parched.
He hooked his arms under your thighs bringing you ever closer to him and he buried his tongue inside of you. He only meant to try it. He only meant to lick a little, gather the taste on his lips before bringing them back to yours to share the flavour. He couldn’t pull himself away. He wanted more. He wanted every last drop. You were moaning so loud, even over the noises of him lapping away at your shared juices, he heard your moans. “Fuck, Ash.” He was so hungry. You were going to cum again from the determined look in his eyes alone.
He never stopped. Even when he felt the warm fluids dripping from his lips, down his chin and onto the cushion beneath him, he didn’t stop. You were cumming again, your hips were jittering, twitching into his mouth. He was like a man possessed. “Too much, oh my god, fuck Ash.” Your hands were in his hair, trying to pull him away and despite him wanting to fight you on it, he withdrew himself. You stared at him bewildered. He may have looked the same, wiping his chin with the back of his hands as he sat back on his knees. “I gotta lock you down.”
He leans to kiss your lips, but you let out and exhausted laugh before he can, just missing him by an inch. “Don’t know what’s so funny.” He feigns offence all while smiling, as if he hadn’t just done what he just did. As if it hadn’t phased him. He didn’t think he cared. He chases your kiss a second time, you escape him with an intangible ease again. He sighs with annoyance before trapping your face, his thumb on one cheek the rest of his fingers on the other, stationing you in place. He kisses your pouting lips, you let your eyes roll back as you taste yourself on his mouth. It was far greater than you ever thought it would be and you weren’t too wrecked to acknowledge it. He pulls away finally before releasing you to continue speaking. You were lucky you were cute.
“As I was saying.” You roll your eyes at his persistence rather than eroticism. “Don’t give me that. Where’s this attitude coming from?" He’s mocking you and you love that; he’d flipped the switch immediately back to sweet boyfriend mode. You loved it, but he also sounds demeaning and if you were brutally honest, quite parental in the way he scolded you. You knew a blush had coated your cheeks at the realisation. You wonder if this was the only time, he’d exhibited that authority or if it was just the only time, you’d caught it. “Just made you cum twice is all, think I get a little credit.” He nods his head, but you know it’s not in agreement it’s in consideration of your case. “Think you make the rules cause your pussy can’t keep away from me.” You sure hoped you didn’t, you wanted a telling off.
You try so hard not to laugh when he speaks again. “I’m just a big joke to you hmm.” He’s in a borderline tantrum state, ready to lecture you jokingly until you behaved. If it wasn’t for the pending pout, you’d continue to push him into retaliation. You instead kiss him sweetly to soften him, but his features remain depleted. “I’m not mad, baby, just disappointed.”
You can’t fight it anymore. “You’re so fucking weird.” You nearly snort, ruining any chances of being sexy ever again. He really was acing this paternal disapproval. He’d heard that line many times in his life. He grins back, he knew he was being ridiculous, but it was too fun to stop now. It was late, you were so exhausted, but you were hit with such a pleasant come down that you’d feared you’d be awake for the next 24 hours just to enjoy this euphoria with him. This level of giddiness and goofiness that had you quickly grasping the idea that he just might be the only other person on earth who understood you.
“You’re so right, and so fucking rude at the same time. I just ate your pussy so hard, and you’re sat here laughing at me. Got me tasting my own cum because you begged and you’re mocking me. Hurts baby. Remind me why I like you.” He arches a brow as if he didn’t know the million reasons inside and out. You try something, a gentle reminder, a simplistic action. You watch his face to see if it has any affect. You clamped your hand down on him, squeezing his softening length while tangling the fingers of your spare hand in his hair. You felt him twitch and almost think he’d hardened again from it. “Yeah, you’re right.” He sighs into your neck that he now buries his face in briefly. You smile with a satisfaction money can’t buy, not even his.
“Can’t just squeeze me like that to get a win.” He pouts against your throat. “It’s all I got baby.” You stroke his hair, taming his locks albeit aimlessly considering it was practically sentient with a life form of its own bouncing it back into its previous position. “Think you got more going for you than that.” Ever the sweetheart he beams at you. “That’s probably one of your finer skills though.” You take it back; he’s a dick and you hate him. “But you do it so well.” He patronises and strings out the Ls. “Thanks babe.” You scoff. “You’re so welcome babe.” He always needed the last word. “Love you babe.” You combat. He smirks before he speaks again. “Eh, you’re alright.”
He earns a swift smack to the side of his head, you didn’t apply much force, but you suspected that even if you had, that indestructible barrier of hair would have softened the blow anyway. “Love you sooooooo much.” He pecks your lip. “Babe.” You’d always hated the word but coming from his tongue, you loved the way it sounded. “Still gonna to lock you down.” You groan, writhing beneath him as if to escape the coming monologue despite knowing you were well and truly trapped beneath him. “Make you no good for anyone else hmm.” He pins your wrists like it’s nothing. “You’re hot.” He really was. “You’re also relentless.” He resents that, even if it is the truth. “Yeah, well if I annoyed you that much you wouldn’t be dreaming bout my dick.” He had several other points to add but he felt it best to with withdraw from the argument. “You love me though, right?” He couldn’t tell if he was playing or genuinely vulnerable enough to need it said. “Of course.” You kiss him, he let out a sigh of relief. “Dream Ash anyway.”
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oblivious (rollo flamme x reader)
“They did it again!” You whisper-shout at Rollo, smiling widely while waving an envelope in front of his face. He’s hunched over his schoolwork, books laid open before him and pen in hand. There’s nothing unexpected about your arrival. He was anticipating it to the point of being unable to focus. Rollo pretends to still be absorbed in his studies however, if only to hide the colour spreading on his cheeks. 
“And did you forget this is a silent study area, again?” He mutters in response. It’s then that he lifts his face for the first time, glancing at the others busy at work in the library. 
“Oh, come on. I know you wanna see it too. Don’t you?” you say, then sigh. “You know what to do. I’ll be waiting.” Without another word, you walk off, the slightest bounce in your step. Your excitement is reason enough to push him into action, though he’ll know that’s not the only reason. He gathers up his belongings and, on his way to another part of the library, he picks up the usual reference book on flower language. 
You’re seated near one of the windows, simply staring at the blue wax seal. Its imprint is one they sell all around the City of Flowers, a charming little design based on the Bell of Salvation. As soon as he’s seated, you’re reaching for the book in his hands. 
“You haven’t opened it yet?” He says, before handing it over. You’re staring intently at the flowers partly pressed underneath the wax. They’re white, small, and delicate. You treat them carefully, almost tenderly, as you try to get a closer look, lifting one of the heads with the tip of your finger. Rollo feels his heart swell. You’re so absorbed in flipping through the pages and comparing, that you don’t seem to notice his staring at all. 
“No. I thought I’d save it for until you were here. Also… I don’t know. I get a bit nervous.” You let out a little ‘oh’ of excitement, before pushing the book over to him. “You think this is it?” 
Rollo pretends to carefully compare the drawing to the real thing, though he already knows your hunch is correct. “...I believe you’re right. They would be fitting for a love letter as well.” Your face brightens up further and you lean over to get a closer look at the pages. As you do so, your forehead nearly bumps against his, but you don’t seem to notice or care. All at once, the space around him feels suffocating. 
“Can you translate? I, uh… Most of this is still a bit too difficult for me.” You laugh sheepishly. That was the exact reason you had asked for his assistance in the first place. Obviously, you were not native to the Pyroxene, you’re not from this world to begin with, and so the local language is something you’re catching up with. You cannot be expected to be able to decipher an academic textbook. 
“One moment…” Rollo lets his finger glide across the lines, silently mouthing the words to himself, gathering his composure for the words he’s about to speak. “Yes. Here. It would mean something along the lines of purity, romance, or…” 
You’re fiddling with the wax seal, sliding a thin knife underneath and slowly moving it back and forth. “Or what?”
Rollo swallows. “E-everlasting or eternal love, even.” He will admit that meaning is rather heavy. The loveliness of the flowers made him go through with it, though. 
You let out a short laugh. “Everlasting? I don’t even know who they are. But… Well, they sure are a romantic, aren’t they?” There’s no malice in your tone.
“I’d say so. You’re lucky.” 
“No, no, no. You don’t get to say that. Half of the school is your admirer, Rollo. Not nearly so ‘secret’ about it as mine, either.” You groan in frustration as a piece of the wax breaks apart, but keep going. 
“You exaggerate.” Rollo knows some fellow students have found him attractive. There’s been letters left behind in the Student Council office, and even nervous words spoken right to his face. But to him, it was never of much importance, and not something he would try to notice and keep in mind. Before you, he never really minded if others found him attractive or not. “...There may be some.” He ends up admitting. 
You finally look at him again, smiling ever-so-slightly. Your gaze instead moves to the table, eyes sliding half-shut.
“You’re really oblivious, aren’t you?” 
You say, while holding the culmination of all of his treasured feelings, his heart, in your hand. Each letter carefully calligraphed, each word meticulously chosen, each attempt to convey the depths of his feelings failing to hold water. He’s not sure he wants you to know, and yet… There is nothing he wants more. A whirlwind of nerves and excitement and days of anticipation, wondering and waiting whether you will know.
In response to your words, he can only think: If he’s the oblivious one, then what are you?
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