#that fuelled me when i read it the first time you just feel like you’ve known him for years and he’s telling you his stories

[moonjella]

FULL MOON — PARK JISUNG

pairing || werewolf!jisung x fem!reader

synopsis || your boyfriend, jisung has his rut and has been avoiding you all day. for the first time his rut has aligned with a full moon making it much more powerful than usual. he's afraid of hurting you, but you show him just how strong you can be and how much of him you can take.

content || mature, minors do not interact. female reader, possessiveness. explicit smut — rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, deepthroating, manhandling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, passing out.

word count || 3k

author's note || for @underworldnet's halloween event — day two : full moon.

You’ve had enough of this.

Jisung is never the type to avoid you. Especially when you’ve been dating for so long.

It reminds you of the times before he became your boyfriend, when he was so nervous to even be around you.

And the time after you started dating when you realised he was hiding something from you the whole time.

And when you found out he’s a werewolf. You thought there’d be nothing more to be kept between you after learning his deepest secret.

But now he’s gone so far as to avoid coming to classes so he doesn’t see you.

Communication is key, you always say to him. I always want to know what you’re feeling.

And he agrees with you despite it being difficult for him to do so.

Yet, here you are clicking on Jisung’s contact again and again just to see that he’s still ignoring your messages. For the last three days, Jisung’s been leaving your texts on read and at the same time, he’s ignoring your calls.

When you asked Renjun, he said Jisung is simply unwell. But Jisung always answers your calls when he’s sick because, as he likes too say, your voice speeds up his recovery.

It certainly didn’t settle your doubts when the others — Jaemin and Haechan — shared weird glances between that made you sure something else was and is at hand.

And that’s why, at the turn of the evening when you’re done with your classes and studying, you march your way to his house.

You’re tempted to turn back at the door. Surely, something is being hidden from you and there must be a reason for it. Are you really sure you want to find out?

Even if it’s something bad?

No, you chide yourself in your mind. Jisung would never betray me.

You look up to the glowing full moon for comfort. It’s warm yellow embraces you and you feel a stir of confidence.

There’s movement inside seconds after knocking on the door to his house. He shares it with his friends — Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin, Haechan, Chenle and Mark, who opens the door.

“YN!” he exclaims, eyes flashing wide for a second. “What are you doing here?”

You notice he’s hiding behind the door, eyes scouring the darkened sky for scattered clouds.

You let yourself inside quickly after realising he’s hiding from the moon. But Mark is a little bit hesitant about your presence.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be here,” he says. “Jisung’s not well.”

“Then let me see him,” you step in further and he has no choice but to shut the door. “He hasn’t answered my calls.”

The house is doused in darkness. Blackout curtains cover the windows from floor to ceiling; the only light comes from dimmed lamps.

It’s not as loud as it usually is and you figure the others must be out with the full moon, leaving just Mark and Jisung at home.

“You guys aren’t turning this month?” you ask him.

Mark shakes his head, content with stalling you in the hallway. “The others left yesterday but I stayed to look after Jisung.”

“What’s wrong with him?” you ask. Mark’s mouth opens, but he closes it again, fuelling your suspicions. “I’m going to find out, even if you don’t tell me, Mark. What is he hiding? Is it someone else?”

“What? No!” Mark shouts. “I promise you, there is no way that’s the case. He’s just sick. That’s all.”

“Then why is he avoiding my calls?”

You storm up the stairs like it’s your own home, which Jisung and many of the others had asked you to treat it like so, but Mark’s hand around your wrist stops you as you make it to Jisung’s closed door.

“YN, please,” Mark pants. “I can’t let you in there.”

“Why not?”

“He… he asked us not to let you see him. Not like this.”

“Is… is it that bad?” your eyes threaten to tear up at the thought of him being so sick but you want to see him regardless. You need to know the truth.

But before you can say anything else, Jisung’s door swings open.

His tall figure hunches over, hands gripping the door frame to hold himself upright.

“J–Jisung…?”

He pants heavily; small rumbles erupt from his chest and your body begins to shake. Mark pulls you back little by little and you use what little light there is in the house to take in the sight of Jisung.

He’s sweating from head to toe, hair clumped and hanging over his forehead and his entire body trembles, like he’s in pain from the sight of you.

“Get your hand off her…” he growls. Although his voice is quiet, strained even, the aggression in it is enough to make both you and Mark shiver.

“Jisung,” Mark warns, pulling you behind him. “I’ll take her, okay? Just go back in your room and I’ll get her out of here.”

“I said… get your hands off her.”

Your shielded by Mark’s back so you can’t see the animosity in his eyes, but you can feel it. Tensed and worried, you peek over Mark to look at your boyfriend.

What could he possibly be sick with?

Excessive sweating, heavy panting, trembling limbs…and possessiveness.

Those are all signs of his rut, which you’ve been through with him before, but they’ve never been so extreme.

His rut was always something special to share together and you’re no stranger to letting him have his way with you until he’s satisfied.

But right now, he’s a completely different person.

Like he’s lost all control.

Jisung trudges towards Mark with dark eyes and a dark aura all around him.

“Jisung…” Mark warns again. “Go back in your room.”

“Give her to me.”

“…No.”

For a moment, it’s silent enough to hear a pin drop. You don’t even breathe, to afraid to set off whatever has control over Jisung.

“YN, you need to leave.”

“But—”

“No buts. He told us to not let you see him. I shouldn’t have let you in, I’m sorry.”

“Is it his rut?”

Mark nods slowly, edging you towards the stairs. “He’s never had it with a full moon before.”

He doesn’t have time to explain but you figure the full moon somehow amplifies the effect of a werewolf’s rut. And especially when Jisung has a hard time turning, you can’t imagine the extent of pain he’s having with this rut whilst stuck in his human body.

He claws at his chest, whining deeply.

“YN, please!” he cries. His grating voice is so desperate, enough to make you freeze on the spot. Mark tries to push you again but you fight against him.

“Let me help him.”

“Hell no!” Mark looks to you, and for a split second you see a primal glare in Jisung’s eyes, like he’s ready to pounce on Mark and tear him apart before he does the same to you.

“I’ve done it before, I can help him, Mark.”

“I know, YN. But it’s different this time. He could hurt you.”

“He won’t,” you state. But looking at him, you’re not convinced either.

“It’s not a good idea,” Mark warns in a singsong tone as Jisung finally grounds himself and stalks towards you. “This is your last chance to leave before someone gets hurt.”

You gulp, meeting the eyes of your boyfriend. He’s hungry.

Really hungry.

“It’s fine. I can take him.”

Mark is about to spin around and hit you with a “are you freaking insane?” but you push him away.

What hurts more is seeing Jisung like this.

You’ve helped him every time he feels this pain, so why stop now? You’re his girlfriend, after all. You know he’d stop at nothing to help you when you needed it most.

Jisung latches onto you the second there is distance between you and Mark and you realise that even in this state, Jisung was still afraid of Mark. They all were. You never saw that side of Mark but you were sure it was something werewolves could only tell between themselves, that Mark had the most power and authority.

And that means if he tries to stop you again, Jisung will truly have to back down and suffer alone.

“It’s okay, Mark,” you convince him. “I’ll be okay.”

Jisung’s arms hold you tight to him, you can already feel his bulging cock rubbing against your hips. His head is in your neck rubbing all over your skin, inhaling your aroma whilst leaving his own scent behind.

Your cheeks burn and you avoid Mark’s eyes as he finally gives in.

“You still have that necklace?” he asks as one last reassurance.

You nod, and when he sighs in both relief and defeat you push Jisung’s hot, heavy body back into his room letting your back close the door.

Jisung drives you up it immediately, grinding his hips into your crotch and one of your legs wrap around his waist while the other holds your balance in this awkward position. Though, Jisung’s inhuman strength does a better job of holding you up.

You gasp as he bites your neck and you’re afraid he might tear a chunk off. But he soothes your worries by licking over the sore spot before moving onto the next.

“Need you,” he’s muttering. “Need you, YN. I need you so bad.”

“I’m here, Sungie,” you whisper in a high–pitched voice, the voice he loves so much. “I’m right here.”

He hoists you up further while making sure your clothed cunt is pressed right against him. You can feel the wetness growing.

You know he loves having your arousal on him so you roll your hips to ensure he gets his share. You grind harder until you can feel the fabric cling to your pussy and he groans loudly when he realises what you’ve done.

“Sungie, ah!” you cry. “I’m gonna cum!”

He doesn’t register your words and continues his movements, only harder and rougher and you’re sure the door will break through from how hard and fast he’s rutting against your clothed body.

You can’t hold it in anymore. the friction is too much and you feel your orgasm rush over you. From the way Jisung stutters, you realise he came with you. But he’s far from finished.

Before you know it, he’s thrown you on the bed and he’s tearing off his own clothes. While he takes a short moment of not looking at you, you take the chance to grab the necklace from your pocket.

It’s in a velvet pouch for extra protection; the last thing you want is to accidentally hurt Jisung or the others with it. You crawl up the bed and quickly slip it under the pillow before he can realise.

He gifted you it the first time you helped him with his rut. A plain silver chain necklace. You never wear it, simply keeping it in your pocket or bag as a precaution.

You know he’d never hurt you but he felt comforted knowing you’d use it for protection if he or the others ever tried to hurt you.

You’re not planning on using it, but given his state, it’s good to have measures in place.

He’s none the wiser as he pulls your ankle and tears away your pants and shirt. His lips latch onto the skin of your belly, devouring the flesh like it’s his last meal.

You fumble with your bra while he rips off your panties and you’re both fully naked.

His entire body is flushed, shaking with desperation. In the dim light, you take a moment to admire his incredible body and your eyes drift down to his cock. The sheer size of it always makes your heart pump ten times harder.

It’s covered in his cum from the previous orgasm and he’s immediately poking at your entrance with the tip of his cock.

Your feet hit his abs as soon as he tries to push in.

“Fingers first, Jisung,” you cry. “Fingers first!”

You’re not used to going straight in; Jisung always eases you slowly by fingering first but he must be so out of his mind to have forgotten.

“I need to be inside you, YN.” He growls.

His fingers are like long claws, stretched and ready to dig into your flesh. You’re supposed to make him feel better but he seems like he’s getting worse.

The closer he comes to having you, the more impatient he grows.

You dart up immediately, dropping to the floor so your back rests against the bed and you take him in your mouth.

You spend no time playing around and edge him in as quickly as you can. His cock is hitting the back of your throat and his hand roots itself in your hair.

Everything becomes a blur as he thrusts into you.

Your hands on his thighs do nothing to slow him down so you squeeze your eyes shut and let him have his way. Meanwhile, you spread your legs and slowly slip two fingers into your leaking hole.

You can barely breathe, let alone moan but the feeling of your sopping cunt has your eyes rolling back.

There’s just something about how animalistic it feels that thrills you.

You push your fingers in an out, focusing on easing your muscles so you can handle Jisung after, and he finishes quickly. His cum spills down your throat and he keeps thrusting, your head hitting the mattress again and again and even when he pulls out, his cum spurts onto your naked body.

You let it dribble down your skin as you stand on shaky limbs. Jisung pushes you flat against the mattress and lines his raging cock with your pussy.

“I missed you,” he growls into a kiss. “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, Sungie,” you whine. “I was so worried.”

His cock enters you and you gasp, legs flying in the air without warning. He takes your hand and shoves your fingers in his mouth, licking every drop of your arousal from them.

A groan erupts from deep in your gut.

His animalistic tendencies shouldn’t be so riveting but he still has a hold on you.

When he’s done with your fingers, he yanks your hair back from behind, exposing your neck to him perfectly.

He litters your skin with bites, harsh and painful bites.

But he blesses each one of them with a hungry kiss, lips breaking apart for his tongue to lick over with care, as if each one is an apology for hurting you.

He licks a stripe up the length of your neck. And then another. And another.

You squeal from the sensation, unsure whether you like it or not but the way your pussy quivers around his cock tells you the answer.

You have no qualms with him scenting you, but this is entirely new.

And you’re sure the others will be keeping their distance from you for a very long time.

“Jisung!”

He grabs your hands and pins them down before slamming into you. Then he’s forcing your leg onto his shoulder, opening you up in ways he’s never done before, exploring and reaching deeper than he’s ever tried.

He pounds into you without a care. The mix of his cum and your arousal spreads on both of you and the noises it makes when he slams in and out drives you insane.

Jisung cums again, hips slowing for just a moment before he flips you over. You can’t keep yourself up by your legs but he holds your hips up at the perfect level.

And when he’s done with you like that, he holds you in another position. He orders you and pushes you with such meanness, but kisses and holds you with tenderness.

And before long, you’re on your back again, cupping his face while he batters his cock into you with such fierceness and hunger in the same position you started in.

You know it’s his favourite. He loves seeing your face.

Little by little, you’re edged up the bed with his thrusts to the point where you hold your hands up against the headboard so you don’t crash into it.

“Fuck! Jisung!” your cry is long and loud — surely the entire neighbourhood could hear you.

He keeps going, hard and fast and even when he feels your walls clenching incredibly tight around him, even when he feels his own cock twitching and leaking cum inside you, he doesn’t stop.

You don’t know how long he goes on for and you lost count of how many times you orgasmed. In the end, they all begin to blur into one as your body becomes numb with an overload of sensations.

The cries escaping from your throat make it sore; your voice turns raspy but he keeps going.

Your limbs lose their hold and you become a mindless doll simply for him to use until he’s satisfied.

But tonight, he’s completely insatiable.

With the little energy you have after hours of relentless fucking, you sneak your hand under the pillow. The pouch is still there and you fiddle with it for a second, attempting to reveal the silver necklace.

But something comes over you.

Maybe an epiphany.

Maybe another orgasm.

Whatever it is, your hand retracts from the necklace and reaches into Jisung’s soaked hair.

Little by little, he regains his sanity as he empties load after load inside you. The immense pleasure comes and fades away, bringing him back to reality and his expression isn’t so fierce anymore.

He’s getting better. He just needs to work himself to exhaustion and hopefully he’ll be finished at last.

His entire body is covered in heaps of sweat and you give him one last kiss before you allow fatigue to take over your body.

You’re covered in bruises and engulfed in soreness, whilst at the same time, you struggle to feel anything but his beating heart.

He’s taken over you completely.

“You’re mine,” he whispers as you drift away. “You’re mine.”

#✧ jella writes #✧ jella's fics #underworldnet halloween writing event #nct x reader #jisung park #nct jisung x reader #nct dream x reader #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct jisung smut

[veryace-ficrecs]

looking for voltron (legendary defenders) found family or klance, i love some good banter. i’m also always up for some good angst but no pressure there

I can sure do that for you!

Voltron Fic Recs

This Is The Part Of Me (That You're Never Gonna Ever Take Away) by negativefouriq - Rated T

Lance finishes reading the file, then turns to face Shiro. Shiro braces himself for an onslaught of questions, and readies himself to message Coran — “Is this your way of quietly kicking me off Voltron?” — and freezes. Huh? “Pardon?” Lance swallows roughly, eyes trained on his fidgety hands. “Um, I asked if this is your way of kicking me off the team,” Lance repeats. Shiro has never felt more like his brain was completely empty, because he has no fucking clue what to say. --- OR: Shiro and Lance have a misunderstanding. But Shiro wants nothing except for his kids to be happy, so he clears things up as quickly as possible.

Singularity by this_book_has_been_loved - Rated T

AU where instead of landing in the trash nebula, Pidge finds herself on the same planet as a certain Galra prison camp

The Lost Paladin by dinosuns - Rated T

If he doesn’t leave, all of him will be reduced to cinders. But if he leaves, all of him will be undone. A course that he will choose to chart, no matter how it breaks his heart. It’s a battle that cannot be won. - Their names burn inside him, seared onto his soul. Black coal sits in the centre of his chest, fuelling a fire that was soon to be smothered by the very people that set it ablaze.

Bad Diagnosis by ElfGrove - Rated T

Pidge has been having bad headaches for nearly a week straight, so she decides to see if the infirmary has some sort of Altean Advil. The actual news is not so great.

Tag in, tag out by Rangergirl3 - Rated T

When a teammate is in danger, Keith doesn't stand by when there is something he can do to help - even if it might cost him his life.

Family Can Be 2 Aliens and 5 Ex-Paladins by Lilacs_and_the_sea - Rated G

The war is over, and everyone's back home with their family. Everyone except Keith.

i'm family? by seph_bites - Rated T

“You were right when you said I shouldn’t be leader. All of you were right and Shiro was wrong. I can’t be what you guys need,” he said quietly. “No,” Hunk said defiantly. “You’re the one who’s wrong. Because you’ve been there for us. You didn’t want to be the leader of Voltron but you did it anyway. For us.” “And I almost got all of you killed in the process! Look, once Shiro can pilot Black again, what would I stay for?” “Us! You’re supposed to say us, you asshole!”

A Family By Any Other Name by Calacious - Rated T

Lance and Keith discover a lone survivor on a planet whose inhabitants have been wiped out by a virus brought to them by a visitor from another universe.

the perfect pair by polypinneaple - Rated T

“Don’t– you know it’s not different Shiro, Pidge and I work just as much if not more and what, they can just skip practice today because they’re homesick, or what, tired? This is a war!” “If they can’t pull their weight then maybe they shouldn’t be here. No! I don’t want to hear it, I’m going to go train.” ••• Hunk wasn’t an angry guy, he wasn’t short tempered or easily poked. But something about the way Keith spoke about Lance made him furious, he didn’t care what these people thought about him, but his Lance? Hunk would go to war and die fighting if it meant Lance was happy. AKA Lance and Hunk deal with feeling like outsiders to Team Voltron during their first few weeks in, it doesn't go well.

It's Okay by TerrificTea - Not Rated

It was supposed to be a simple intel mission. In and out. Simple right? But this is Voltron, and now Lance and Pidge are trapped after an explosion, leaving Pidge concussed, confused and with a rapidly growing concern for her teammate.

Voltron Means Family, And Family Means No One Gets Left Behind by Spazzcat - Rated G

Five times the merchant vessel Castle of Lions gained a new crew member, and one time they all refused to leave.

Family, Then and Now by NightPurity - Rated G

Hunk likes to bake, but sometimes, his thoughts get a tight hook into him and start to pull him down. Coran, he happens to stumble upon a hurting Hunk. Sometimes, it hurts thinking about those you've lost, but also, it helps to talk about it. Of course, hope can help keep you afloat.

#veryace asks #voltron #keith kogane #lance mcclain #pidge gunderson #takashi shirogane #vld coran #princess allura #vld #voltron legendary defender #found family #klance #ao3 #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs

[thewolffswife]

Tease | TW & SW

@rosee-sensuelle​ and I have an au in which susie and toto are both your professors. becuase we’re greedy and one wolff isn’t enough. anyway. i wrote this. but if you know me irl, no i didn’t. 

cw: mommy/daddy kink/dynamic, much smut, very nsfw, afab!reader, student/teacher relationship, mff throuple  

You and Susie are sitting at the kitchen table. You’d been spending more time at their apartment than your own student flat, and you’re surprised they hadn’t got sick of you yet.

         Susie’s grading papers from the latest assignment she’d set your class. You’re finishing up some other homework, a piece for Toto’s class, when, out of the corner of your eye, you see her picking up the next paper and smirking.

         “Well, well, well,” her voice is light and teasing. “Look at whose paper is next!”

         You gulp. She’s never graded your work while you’ve been sitting right there, and you feel a wave of uneasiness come over you. The assignment was a bit of a struggle, and you can’t face her being disappointed in your work. Not as she’s going over it for the first time, while you’re sitting right there.

         She shoots you looks as she marks and makes comments, smirking at the nervous look on your face. She’s writing extensively, and you want to cry. You know you’ve completely fucked up, and hope that she will let you retry after she explains it to you.

         You let out a shaky breath as she finishes marking the last page. She flips over to the front, and you watch her write something on the top, before sliding it over to you.

         You reach for it, and you can see that you’re visibly shaking. You need to calm yourself down, but you’re finding it a struggle.

         At the very top, in her gorgeous, swooping handwriting, she has written ‘good girl’ next to your mark and her signature smiley face: 35/35. You let out a shaky exhale in relief.

         You start flipping through the comments, eager to read her opinion, and you inhale sharply.

                     I can’t wait to fuck you later.

 Why do you look so nervous?

 God, I love teasing you.

                      Are you squirming because you’re worried, or because you need to be fucked?

                      Should we go upstairs, or should we wait for Daddy?

          Before you can answer, you hear familiar heavy footsteps entering the kitchen.

         “Well, hello my beautiful girls.” Toto rasps seductively, rolling up the sleeves of his denim shirt. “What are you up to?”

         “Just giving our little one a little scare,” Susie winks as she nods in your direction. “Decided to have a little fun and mark her recent assignment,”

         “And how did our sweet girl take that?” Toto chuckled, picturing your reaction in his mind’s eye.

         “Oh, it was delicious watching her squirm, darling.” Susie gives you a look, sweet and reassuring and full of lust. Her voice deepens, “You know how much she loves praise.”

         ‘Oh, I do.” Toto wraps his arms around your waist, you’re just tall enough on the bar stool he doesn’t have to bend down too far. He kisses your neck, the feeling of his day-old stubble tickling at first before the scratchiness kicks in, but it feels so good. “Such a good little thing,” He groans against your skin.

         Your eyes drift closed, but you can hear Susie get up from her seat and walk towards the two of you. She takes your hand, and Toto releases you from his encompassing embrace.

         You groan in protest of his absence, but you follow Susie as she leads you up to the bedroom, Toto following right behind and tapping your ass affectionately.

         You cross the threshold into the bedroom and it’s like a switch flips in your brain, fuelled by need. You pull Susie into a kiss, instead of waiting for her to make the first move. You’re frenzied as you undress her, tearing at her clothes, wanting to get your mouth on as much skin as possible. You move from her mouth to her neck, to her collar bone, and stop for a moment to take her bra off.

         You’ll never get over seeing her breasts, feeling them in your hands.  You lean down, taking one nipple into your mouth, sucking, and running your tongue over it in familiar patterns. You nip at it with your teeth before moving onto the other one.

         You feel Toto behind you, undoing your pants as he presses his hard dick into your ass, provoking a moan to spill from your kiss-swollen lips.

         Susie grasps your chin in her hand and lifts your head so you’re looking at her. She doesn’t say anything, just leers with hunger as she leans down and kisses you. You feel Toto work he hand into your panties, the pair he chose for you earlier that morning, and chuckle at just how wet you are.

         “God, Susie.” Toto breathes out, voice husking with arousal. “She’s so fucking wet. Every time, fuck.” He pulls his hand out of your panties and you see his fingers glistening in the light. Susie pulls away from, grabbing his hand and sucking his fingers into her mouth.

         A quiet whimper slips from you, and her lips, still painted red from her day of teaching, now smudged around her face and yours, curve into a small, pleased smile as they manoeuvre you onto to the bed.

         She presses her thumb between your spit-slick lips just as Toto bottoms out, his thick cock sliding deep into your dripping cunt. You whine, still sensitive from Toto slowly fingering you open; the sounds spilling from you like slow honey.

         Toto’s fingers tighten, his rough fingertips digging divots into the flesh of your hips. He stills.

         He’s heavy in you, the weight of his cock splitting your cunt wide, the stretch just as intense as that very first night, stinging, just slightly, as your walls struggle around his girth. It slips molten across your nerves. You arch into the spark of it, your hips pressing closer, and a low grunt pitches out of Toto as he fucks even deeper into your wet heat.

         “Oh, good girl. Sweet girl,” Susie coos. “Look how well you’re taking Daddy.” She rubs her thumb against the wet of your tongue, pressing down just enough to hold it in place. You can feel the spit collecting in the corners of your lips, can feel it puddling under your tongue.

         “Suzanne,” Toto groans, and your cunt spasms around him at the deep rasp of his stern voice.

         She drags her thumb from your mouth, smears your spit and remnants of her lipstick over your lips. “Look at Daddy, little one.”

         Toto’s already watching you when you turn to him, his brown eyes darkened to the expanse of the night sky; deep and hungry. He glances over, takes in the way your chest heaves, tits jiggling with it. He meets your glazed-over gaze again, even with his pupils blown wide.

         He flexes his hips, the fat head of his cock scraping against your silken walls. He’s so deep in you.

         “Fuck.” You choke out. “Fuck – ah – you’re so big, Daddy,”

         Susie smoothes the hair on your forehead back, whispering in your ear. “Too much?” You shake your head desperately.

 “Use your words, sweet girl. Can you do that for Mommy?”

“’S not too much” you slur, cock drunk.

“Good girl,” She murmurs warmly, eyes transfixed between your legs.

Toto slips his big hand to the nape of your neck and tugs you up into a slow kiss, pulling you from Susie. It shifts him in you, and you clench down on his cock as it drags over your sweet spot. His fingers tighten on your nape. He gives you a hard, strong stroke that sends pleasure racing up your spine like lightning. The white heat of it crackles under your skin as he splits your cunt open, as he drives thick into your little hole. He lifts your leg higher, to wrap around his hips, and your voice breaks on his name, ‘Daddy…”.

He keeps a steady pace, slow and hard, and you scrabble to get your hands on him, to dig your fingers into his broad shoulders.

Susie doesn’t let you go anywhere.

She’s cupping your tit, her thumb feathering over your pebbled nipple as Toto takes you apart. He’s pressing you back down into her lap: you can feel the heat of her cunt through the silken, expensive lingerie.

You hiccup a moan into Toto’s mouth as she rolls your nipple between two long fingers, and then she tugs. The sensation splinters through you, runs molten beneath your skin to pool low in your cunt.

Toto grunts as you tighten around him. He rolls his hips, and you jolt as he hammers into your g-spot. He’s thrusting harder now, his cock hitting deep, until you feel remade around him. You curl your leg around his strong hips, your walls fluttering. He bites out a sharp curse in German. And then he’s fucking you harder, his balls hitting heavy against you.

“Fu- ah- ck! Daddy!”

“You can take it for me, Schatzi,” He grits out, his raspy words almost lost amid the sound of your wet, greedy cunt taking him in. “Such a good girl.”

Susie’s hand skates over your belly, down over the bulge he’s creating, her teasing touch leaving a blazing trail of fire against your skin. You give a sharp cry as she brushes against your swollen clit, but she traces lower, until she’s circling around your soaked hole. She spreads her fingers around where Toto’s cock splits you, and he hisses out a sharp breath.

She laughs, soft and low, and then grinds the heel of her palm against your clit. You arch with a shout as it scorches through you, the pinpricks of sparking pleasure gathering at the base of your spine, flickering, and splintering beneath your skin.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Susie coaxes as your cunt tightens. She strokes the sopping edges of your stretched hole. Then, she moves her fingers up, making sure to drag against your sensitive flesh and Toto’s hard cock alike, until she’s sweeping light circles around the nub of your clit.

“Mommy…” You whine, struggling against her grip again, muscles winding tight, your thigh quivering where it’s looped over Toto’s hip. Your cunt is pulses around his cock, tightening around him even as he pushes further, white heat flickering through you. “Fuck, Mommy – ah – Daddy, please!”

She leans down, Toto tilts his head just enough so that she can pull you into a filthy, deep kiss. She leaves you slick with spit as she pulls back, scraping her teach against the swollen flesh of your lower lip. “Be good for us little one, cum,” she says.

Toto fucks into you with a deep, hard thrust as Susie increases the pressure on your clit, hard little circles over the sensitive nub.

You shatter in a shriek of their names, lightning strikes pulsing incandescent through you as your cunt clamps tight around Toto. He fucks you through it with short, shallow strokes, all he can manage with how tight you are around his cock. Susie circles your clit again, and your whole-body jolts, hips shaking and back arching, and then Toto’s pulling you to him. You can faintly hear him murmuring praise through the humming in your ears – so pretty, take it so well, your cunt’s perfect, Schatzi, you’re perfect, ich Liebe dich, so good, my love – as you clench hard around him. He drags you up against his broad chest, his hips flexing, and he groans your name into your mouth as he cums.

You slump against him as his cock twitches inside you, pumping you full of him. He presses his lips to your damp hairline, giving a few slow strokes as he murmurs soft words to you in German you can’t translate. The words flow fuzzy through you, nonetheless. You can feel his cum starting to trickle out of you, hot and sticky.

He lays you back on the bed, your head cushioned on Susie’s lap once more. They both his as he pulls out.

Susie smooths a cool hand over your damp hairline. The bed shifts as Toto get up; Susie leans down to kiss you.

It’s a soft, lazy kiss. Decadent. She kisses you slowly, coaxes your lips open with ease, runs her tongue over the plush flesh of your lower lip before pushing inside. You sink your hand into her hair, spool the soft, blonde strands through your fingers.

She trials her hand down your sternum, over your hip, until she’s stroking over your quivering thigh. You sigh into her mouth. She keeps kissing you, that same languid pace, until your lips are shining wetly with her spit.

Her hand slips higher, until she’s cupping your cunt. You squirm as she presses her palm against the hot, slick mess of your and Toto’s cum.

“You can give me once more, can’t you?” she asks, parting your pussy with two long fingers. You wince at the wet sound it elicits. “One more from Mommy, a reward for your paper, huh, little one?”

“I… maybe?”

Susie dips a fingertip into your fluttering hole. You feel the rolling drip of cum being pushed out around it, it trickles down slowly.

It makes your cheeks burn hot with embarrassment.

She sinks her finger into the warm depth of your cunt. You whine and push up into your hand. Her lips curve into a smirk.

“Oh, I think you can.”

She pushes a second finger in, bringing her thumb to rest on your aching clit, and you almost scream with the knife-edged burn of it, the pleasure just shy of too much. She curls her fingers against your front wall, tapping against your g-spot, and this time you jolt, your body curving with it.

“Mommy…”

“Hmmm, sweetheart?”

She presses again as you open your mouth, and you keen. She drags her fingers out and lingers for a moment, feather-soft touch, before thrusting them back in quickly. The movement brings a rush of cum with it. It trails sticky down your cunt and ass. You shiver.

“So messy, my little one,” Susie muses, sinking a third finger into you before you can even think of replying. She catches you in another lazy, luxurious kiss, swallowing down your moan.

She fucks into your slowly, her fingers spearing deep. She curls them deftly, and your hips buck against the pleasure scraping raw over your nerves.

And then there are thick-fingered hands, huge and strong, pinning you back down. Toto holds you steady with ease.

Susie pulls back, checking in. “Okay?”

You nod breathlessly. Toto squeezes at your hips. You glance down at him.

“Yes.” You say, using your words like they need. “’m okay.”

“Good girl,” Susie purrs, and then your voice cracks on her name as she twists her fingers and sweeps a tight circle around your clit. It scorches through you, makes the smouldering embers of your orgasm flare almost painfully.

Susie is less merciful that Toto: she sets a hard pace from the start, fucking up into you with pin-point precision. You fist at her hair, back arching hard.

“Mommy! Fuck…”

She swipes over your clit, and your legs twitch and try to close. Toto settles between them to keep them apart, but he drops a soft, open-mouthed kiss against your hipbone.

Susie kisses you again, swallowing the desperate little whines you’re making. She fucks you fast, fingers clever and practiced against the fluttering of your cunt. She taps your clit until you mewl, each touch sending white head clawing through you.

She’s murmuring sweet filth against your lips as she winds you up – could have you on my fingers all day, you’d look so pretty like that, you’d sound so sweet, so wrecked, you’d be so good for me. She sweeps a thumb over the apple of your cheek lovingly as you sob her name.

It isn’t until your hips are consistently flexing against Toto’s unyielding grip that she finally presses firmly against your clit. It seers through you, bonfire hot, and you cum with a noise you didn’t know you could make.

Susie’s forced to stop thrusting by the clench of your cunt, her fingers caught in the tight grip of it. The orgasm shudders through you even as it fades. Your thighs ache as your muscles loosens going to jelly beneath Toto’s careful touch.

Susie hums as you spasms softly around her fingers, boneless against her as Toto’s cum still oozes around the length of them.

She pulls her fingers out and spreads them, watching the mixture of your and his cum string between them. She scrunches her nose in that adorable way, and you open your mouth without thinking.

“Oh, look at you.” She purrs, pressing her fingers between your lips. “Isn’t our little girl just something.” She whispers, almost awe-struck.

“She is,” Toto responds. He sounds unbearably soft.

         “Still,” she tells you, petting your hair and pulling you into her as Toto strokes over your thighs, wet cloth in hand as he waits for you to stop trembling. “Next time you get full marks, I’m fucking you with the strap first.”

#toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x susie wolff x reader #susie wolff x reader #toto wolff #susie wolff #formula 1 x reader

[latenightsimping]

And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God

Summary: The afterlife means many different things, for many different people. Religions, faiths and beliefs all wonder what happens when you pass on. For Eddie, it’s finally going home.

Pairing: Eddie Munson

Word count: 2,080

Warnings: V ANGSTY NEAR CRIED WHEN I WROTE THIS YOU’VE BEEN WARNED, angst to fluff, heavy themes of death, heavy themes of pain and sadness, has a bittersweet ending to it, mentions of bad fathers, themes of bullying, themes of depression, themes of bereavement. just a real bad time all ‘round but it’s good at the same time? idk read at your own risk okay

AN: Had a breakdown, started working on it, bon appetite. I’m fully on the camp of ‘Eddie’s still alive and the Duffer Brothers are being very fucking mean arseholes by making us wait for two years’ but I like to think what Eddie’s version of Heaven is. And I think it would be this. Because for me, it would be seeing my Dad again. Aight I’m gonna start crying again. Anyway, enjoy. Love y’all, make sure to give yourselves aftercare if you need it. Also, before I leave, the inspo for this bit of writing is Placebo’s ‘cover of Running Up that Hill because it makes me sob. 

Eddie always figured that dying would hurt. And he was right.

He could remember sharp teeth tearing into flesh, the sickening sounds of ripping and chewing barely audible over the sound of his screams. It was as if he had been dipped in hellfire; bathed in the flames and forced to stay conscious for it all.

He remembered the tenderness that fuelled Dustin’s careful movements as he was pulled into the young boy’s lap. Looking up and thinking Thank God. Thank God I’m not going to die alone. The small part of him that was still aflame felt guilt. Here he was, after seeing so many horrors, now having to watch someone die in his arms. Dustin was too young for all this. A child in a veteran’s uniform, battle scars where medals should have adorned him. He wanted to say so much to him. Tell him he was proud, and that he was so sorry for bowing out so soon, and there wouldn’t be an encore. But all he could manage to force from his lungs, choking on his own blood, were the most important things that he could think of through the haze.

“I didn't run away this time, right?”

I’m sorry that it had to end this way. But I would do it again, if it meant you were safe. Please, just tell me I did the right thing this time. Tell me that I didn’t die in vain. That Chrissy didn’t die in vain. Please tell me that I did the right thing for once in my life, please.

“You're gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”

From the moment I first saw you in that Weird Al shirt, I knew I had to protect you from the worst this world had to offer. You were so scared, and I knew that feeling well. I didn’t want you bringing home bloody noses and crying yourself to sleep from the cruel words running through your mind on a loop, just like I did. But you’re going to have to do the same for others, okay? I know you can do it, Dustin. You’re so strong, and so kind. I just hope I helped you, that I did a good job protecting you.

“I think it’s my year, Henderson. I think it’s finally my year.”

For once in my life, I’m not a burnout that sells pot to make ends meet and can’t graduate. I saved people. I’m nothing like my old man, who would have turned tail the second shit went sideways. I did the right thing, for once in my fucking life. I can rest, knowing that. It’ll be okay.

“I love you, man.”

I love you. Thank you for staying with me, so I wasn’t alone in the last moments. That’s all anyone asks for, right? To not leave this world without someone watching over them? Soon, the pain’s gonna stop. After all, to die would be an awfully big adventure, wouldn’t it? I love you, man.

I love you.

The last words on his lips stained with cruor was a declaration of the warmth, care and adoration for one of his best friends. Before he was pulled into the blackness, a numbness, nothingness, seeping into his very soul that couldn’t be explained with the human language. Something that could only be experienced during the last moments of someone’s life. The smoke that rises from the candle of the soul when it’s snuffed out. The black sands of time, the last few grains meeting the bottom of the hourglass. His last words weren’t a complaint, or a curse, or a cry of anguish.

It was love.

It was love, as pure as the bright light that surrounded him, bathing him in a peaceful warmth. It was as if he had blinked, but more instant than that. It was as if he was always in this room. It took him a few seconds to recognise it.

He recognised the pale yellow walls first. He remembered his Mother singing along to Here Comes the Sun as she painted them, covering up the disgusting beige that was underneath it. Dressed in old overalls spattered with paint and a rag as a bandanna to keep her wild brown curls out of her face. Could remember being six years old, watching with curiosity from the covered up couch, and thinking she was the prettiest woman this side of the Wabash river. The way that she looked back and smiled at him, the corners of her eyes crinkling and her giggle sounding like silver bells.

She had dome everything to make this place a home, no matter how little money they had. She’d scrimped and saved for paint, and had traipsed around countless yard sales and flea markets for good furniture. Sure, the couch was a little lumpy, and the coffee table had a deep gouge running down the middle. But that didn’t matter when the home was filled with such earnest warmth and comfort. His old man had left by this time; had walked out in the middle of the night and never came home. And at so young an age, he knew he was truly relieved to see the back of him. Just him and his Mom, in this run down home that still had cracks, but was more than enough.

So what was he doing back here?

Looking down at himself, he could see he was wearing his favourite shirt, one that he had lost long ago. The faded Anthrax shirt that Wayne had bought him for Christmas, now without the tears of being flung around the Hawkins High parking lot during a brawl. Now, it was as pristine and soft as he had remembered. His most comfortable ripped jeans and sneakers, and his prized possessions of the leather jacket and battle vest fitting like a second skin. No blood, no bite wounds, no pain. He felt the best that he had ever felt. He even smelt of his favourite cologne.

The sounds of humming made his head snap towards the source; the kitchen. He knew the humming well. The melodies that had stopped the day she died, and no song had never sounded the same since. He thought he would feel fear, or confusion. But all he could feel was content. Like this was the place he was meant to be all this time, and the living world was only temporary. The confidence of that knowledge fuelled him to take the steps towards the archway, rounding the corner to be met with the figure he wanted to see so badly.

Wayne had always said that Eddie took after his Mom. And that was true. Who could deny the matching halo of curls, and the deep umber eyes? He had his father’s nose, but that was it. Everything else was purely her. And here she was. Harmonising her favourite song as she chopped up vegetables, the pale pink apron that he’d clung to so often as a child still tied around her waist. He took in her profile; the slight upturned nose and slightly parted glossy lips. His heart fluttered like a trapped bird in his ribcage, lips breaking into a grin.

“Mama?”

She turned her head to him, a slight look of confusion on her face for only a second before it became one of joy. The same little crinkle around her eyes that he remembered so vividly as she put down the knife and opened her arms, an offering for an embrace. “Hey baby,” she whispered, voice so soft and gentle that he could cry.

It was near automatic, closing the gap between them and throwing his arms around her. He was taller than her now, no longer having to wrap his arms around her thighs. Now, he practically towered over her, and he could bury his face into the crown of her head. She still smelled the same. Like lavender and roses, a scent that had long faded from his lungs now filling them. He held her so tightly that he was surprised he didn’t crush her, but he couldn’t stop. What if she was going to go again, leave him all on his own like she did ass those years ago? But if she had any complaints, she wasn’t voicing them. Tears welled in his eyes, and he squeezed them shut to stop them from falling. “Mama, I… I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too sweetheart,” she mumbled into his chest, slightly pulling away to look up at him. Her eyes flickered over all his features, a grin spreading across her face as her hands came up to cup his jaw. He leaned into it, savouring the warmth of her palms. “God, I- look at you,” she chuckled, the pad of her thumb coming up to carefully caress the skin just under his eye. “You’ve got so big, huh? Still the same handsome face, though.”

He couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled from his chest, too scared to even blink in case she was going to vanish. “It’s been twelve years, Mom. And I missed you. Every single day.”

“I missed you too baby,” she whispered. “But… You’re here so much earlier than I thought. What happened?”

He shook his head, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. She was still there. This was all real, and she wasn’t a figment of his imagination. He thought reality was the last life, but this… All his senses seemed to work so much better. He could smell the comforting scent of his Mother, could smell his favourite meal – one that he hadn’t had in thirteen years – being cooked on the stove that only she could work just right. He could feel her soft hands on his face, the sensation grounding him. Could see her beautiful features that mirrored his own, looking up at him like he hung the moon. That past life all felt like a horrible nightmare, one that he was just waking up from. One that he didn’t want to tell her about just yet.

He shook his head slowly, a shy smile flitting across his lips as he rubbed his fingers over the small of her back, enjoying the feeling of her soft cotton dress against his skin. “I’ll tell you later.” Later, he figured, could mean any time in the future. And he had the feeling that he would be here for a joyful eternity. “Is this Heaven?”

“I think so,” she nodded, her hand coming up to brush errant hairs away from his face. “And my Heaven just got better, now you’re here with me.”

His chest tightened, and he couldn’t stop the heaving sob as he hugged her again, holding her so close as if he was trying to pull her into himself. Burying his face into her neck, inhaling her perfume as if he would never smell it again for the second time around. It wasn’t sadness, though, that fuelled his cries. It was happiness. Pure, unfiltered joy, that he finally had what he always wanted. What he wished for every single night, especially when the day had been hard.

He had his Mama back.

“Ssh, none of that,” she cooed, a gentle chide as she rubbed his back soothingly. “I’m here, baby. I’m here for you, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

“Pinky swear?” he mumbled, causing the woman to softly laugh. To the two of them, a pinky swear had been stronger than any laws. It meant that the one promising would move mountains, just to make it happen. He hadn’t made a pinky swear for so long. Not ever since it didn’t feel the same, when her delicate little finger encircled his.

“Pinky swear,” she echoed, pressing a kiss to his temple.

If this was Heaven, this was the perfect final act. He had the only person that he truly wanted more than anything in this world, back in the home where he knew love without a price tag. No more bruises and broken bones, or cruel words with such abundance that he could drown in them. No more knowing cold, or hunger, or hardship. No more loss and anguish, no more mourning.

He knew it, deep in his gut. Now he was here, all that negativity would be washed away. It was all worth it, to finally be here.

It was finally worth it to be home.

#cw: death #cw: angst #cw: bereavement #cw: injury #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine

[little-miss-vader]

Hey Crow, do you have any writing tips.

I’m really good at writing for my English exams, I get top grades, but I struggle to write my own fanfiction, yk? I think one thing I struggle with is only focusing on dialogue. Writers in books will include the space, air, environment, the colour of the walls but idk how to write about the side stuff.

HIIII POOKIEEEE!!

my most honest answer is daydreaming. immerse yourself into your story, make it feel like yours. i’ve always had a vivid imagination and i can almost always hear, see, and almost smell my environment when i’m writing about it. take your time! sometimes writing comes in bursts, sometimes it comes in little waves. don’t rush it, build the world in your head and don’t ignore anything. it’s kind of like meditation in a way, you build this world in your head and kinda try your best tune deeply into it. it’s honestly helped me become more aware in real life and that in turn makes for even better writing cuz there is no inspo that is better than real life inspiration.

dialogue is harder to do though. read it in your head when you write it. can you imagine the conversation flowing the way you’ve written it between the two characters? think of their characteristics, how they’d respond to things is ALWAYS going to vary from character to character. this one’s a little bit like method acting, you have to kinda become them in your head. take on their personality for a moment. best way to do this is consuming any media that involves them or reminds you of them because you get a good feel for their actions and reactions. the one thing i find that ruins dialogue is when out of nowhere they have a completely uncharacteristic response to something. for example, ROTS anakin wouldn’t blush and stutter if he met you and you struck him as beautiful. he’d turn on the charm, toss you lopsided smile and ask you questions about yourself. AOTC anakin? he’d be a murmuring mess, just stumbling over himself and saying stupid shit without thinking.

once you get a feel for who you’re writing, it kinda sticks with you. it becomes like a second nature kinda thing.

LASTLY try not to over think it!!!!!!! over thinking dialogue will ruin a scene immediately, let it flow, make slight adjustments until it feels right. knowing when to stop tweaking something is important bc the first draft is almost always the most true to character thing you’ll write, it’s based off gut feelings and like straight vibes. tweaking it too much might kill the characteristics that make the character. (this one’s kinda circumstantial, you’ll know when you’ve over edited if you take a break and come back to proofread.)

all in all i think your writing is wonderful, what i get in my inbox from you is always a treat! it’s an art form, practice makes perfect.

granted, my entire high school life was about performing arts as i went to art school, so this kinda stuff was pretty much planted into my brain. it’s not easy and it takes a while for some people. don’t beat yourself up if you’re having trouble. take a breath and try again in a few hours. eat something, drink some water, maybe even take a nap. you need to be fuelled and replenished in order to use that noggin to write good stuff.

LOVE YALL SORRY THIS WAS A BIT OF A RAMBLE!

#crow chat #thank u for the ask! #anakinwarner

[steventhusiast]

Fanfic Tag Game

tagged by @hbyrde36 for this lil tag game EEEE i love tag games :D

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

12. a lot of them aren't stranger things related tho! and they're allll oneshots. working on my first (first for this account anyway) multi-chapter fic atm :D

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

27,486 hoooo boy idk if that's more or less than expected. like i said, mostly oneshots!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently only writing stranger things fics, but every now and then i go back to my spider-man phase so i'll inevitably write spider-man fanfic again. i've also written moon knight (tv show) fanfic before. i just love when my blorbos suffer what can i say

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

NONE of these are stranger things fics fdhgskjfhd

When Peter Forgot What Day It Was

Debriefed

Protector

When the Past Calls

Avengers, Meet Moon Knight

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i try to! i didn't for a while because i didn't know how to respond to like, comments with just emojis? i've always appreciated them but yeah only started trying to respond to ALL comments recently. love comments so much, so i want to encourage as much as possible!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm idk i tend to write hurt/comfort, like it ALWAYS ends with some sort of happy. so idk. i mean there is To All The Days We Were Together (To All The Time We Were Apart) which i'm SUPER proud of and that is super sad because it acknowledges eddie's canon death while also being a steddie fic. poor stevie

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmmm maybe Google Translate? it's not got LOADS of plot in it it's just a cute lil meet cute.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

gonna also knock so hard on wood for this, but so far no. i've received a comment pointing out how i've gotten various cultural aspects wrong before and just corrected, but never something hateful. i'm definitely VERY afraid of getting hate though. i am fuelled by validation

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

no, i kind of want to give it a try though? i used to write it (like when i was fifteen/sixteen LMAO) and the things i wrote did well but,, obviously i didn't know anything? you know? idk maybe i should give it another go

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not really? crossovers feel like BIG projects and i haven't really done a big project yet

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no. i've had people request to translate my fics before though? which doesn't count but like,, feels weird because i think one time (when i was writing on wattpad), the person didn't even ask they just started publishing my fic translated and didn't credit me.......... was so strange

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

LMAO yes. both with permission and without as mentioned. i don't mind it if people ask, you know! i just have to make sure it links back to me- it's my work

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

i don't know, this is a hard one. steddie right now,, but like. i just enjoy fics my favourite charaters are in, you know? i will read any ship that is well written and contains steve, and most ships that are well written that contain robin, etc etc.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i would LIKE to think i will finish my WIPs but i don't know. im not very good at that. we will see, i don't wanna say any and discourage myself

16. What are your writing strengths?

i find these kinds of questions very hard to answer HAHA. i think maybeeee i'm quite good at writing internal monologue? i don't know. i get worried to say things like that because i don't want to sound like i'm boasting and it not even be a boast that's supported LMAO. i TRY and ENJOY writing internal monologues of characters a lot, and often have to cut things out to make sure it's not going too internal

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

transitions. i'm TRYING to get it in my head that i don't always have to detail every little thing for the reader to know it's happened, you know? need to work on figuring out things people can assume has happened, or fill in the gaps for, and what people can't

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don't mind it! i think it depends, you know? if the reader is supposed to understand the dialogue, i prefer if there's a translation in brackets or something, or when it's written in english but the dialogue description tells me the language, more than if i have to scroll all the way to a bottom of a chapter to find the translation. and if the dialogue is NOT meant to be understood by the main character/reader (unless you speak the language of course), i LOVE it i think it's neat

19. First fandom you wrote for?

troye sivan..

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

either Separation Entwined (she is near and dear to my heart) or When Peter Parker Forgot What Day It Was because it's me combining all my favourite spider-man oneshot tropes into one thing fhdjsgkdf

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[olderthannetfic]

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(I am the anon you’re responding to. Hello!) I admit, I was a little bit annoyed when I first read this—I’m also in a situation where I’m obligated to my family and forced to see my abuser all the time and, if I were to tell my family what she did, the only person who wouldn’t either accuse me of lying or tell me it was my fault is my mother. I’m aware of how much incestuous abuse fucks up family life and how difficult it makes trusting and being open with them—and I’m very sorry you are also aware of this.

The point I was initially trying to make was that abuse is abuse, and abusers are going to abuse whomever they have the easiest access to, regardless of what circumstances surround that abuse. But you’ve brought up some really good points that I hadn’t accounted for in my initial, admittedly anger-fuelled, comment. You’re absolutely right that cultural expectations and other family members’ reactions, knowing or unknowing about what’s happening, can make things worse and that is something that needs to be discussed more. I apologise for implying those didn’t have any impact at all in my previous comment (I was intending to call the previous anon’s unwillingness to look up research into consensual incest or acknowledge any points of view that did not agree with their own lazy, not that anyone who felt there was a connection there was lazy).

I think what keeps me from being willing to say that, as a rule, the familial aspect of incestuous abuse is the key part of it is that there’s so many varying aspects that go into abuse, how do we account for people whose situations are entirely the opposite of each other? For people who have no familial obligations or family, just their abuser? For people who don’t think of their abuser as family? For the million other unique circumstances that surround each individual case of abuse? To me, it feels like the only things they all have in common is that someone was abused by a family member, so the abuse seems the practical thing to focus on. I suspect we will have to agree to disagree there.

At any rate, I truly wish you well, anon, whatever that may be worth to you, and I hope you’ll soon find yourself in better circumstances. Best wishes to you and all your endeavours.

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[alhaithamhabibi]

your post was beautiful, really fuelling the daydreams right now and i’m living for it.

anywho, i return with more bird feed for the brain. male!roxie who’s surprisingly good at praising his puppy (yeah, that’s readers official title now. or the occasional pup. and yes, reader does respond to it like it’s their name.)! when he’s feeling nice, he loves to pat your head and praise you gently. usually, the praises turn back to him, in someway.

“ it’s truly a miracle you’ve managed to stay by my side this long, most people can’t. i’m so proud”

male!roxie who enjoys reading when he’s feeling domestic for once in his life, and lets reader rest their head on his lap as he does so. it was.. scary, at first. puppy expected some kind of prank. totally expected him to pinch their cheek and do his condescending ‘ nuh uh ‘ as if they’re a real puppy, but no, he allowed it!! how odd..

male!roxie who hand feeds reader. hear me out. say you’re just giving beside him on a chill day, roxie will definitely pluck a grape from the bowl sitting on the little table and hold it up to your mouth, wholeheartedly expecting you to accept this oh so gracious offer of his and eat as much as he wants you to. (he’s the one who asked for the grapes in the first place.. weirdo )

oh and if you’re wondering, yes, that is his excuse to shove his fingers into your mouth. he likes watching you splutter in shock about it. yeah, he’s so mean.

aw, I'm so glad you love the post! <333 and omg yes nonnie, you're so creative!!

praises are just a must for our glorious male!roxana, after all! with his golden fair hair, his captivating ruby red eyes, and that a smile that cause women and men to fall for him, you have to consider yourself lucky he kept you next to him! and he reminds you ever so often of that. he's your master so obviously he expects you to compliment him whenever you're both together which is almost all the time. he'll only ever praise you if you've been a good puppy to him. and if you haven't been good to him, you could see a very cold side of him which he doesn't even acknowledge you. even to the point he treats you like an actual dog which is definitely what you don't want to experience.

typically, it would be you to hand feed him. does he bite your fingers every now and then? yes he does but if you're lucky enough, he would kiss where he bit you even though he was the reason why it hurts. but some days, he likes to feed you from his hand. yeah, he would shove his fingers down on your mouth whenever he wants to but on the more genuine moments shared between you both. he likes to watch you make the expressions when he personally hand feeds you. either you're shocked or must accept it as him being him, he also takes notes of what food you like and what you don't. he'd be a horrible master if didn't know his puppy's preference even if he teases them about it.

domestic moments are not the rarest moments but are not uncommon in the agriche mansion. after all, he is one of lante's top three children so work is necessary to do. but after a long day of work, he'll just crash into the bed, taking you along with him. whether you were cleaning up his room or reading a book, he won't care. after all, won't you put his needs first as you always do? and during one of the more overwhelming days of being an agriche, he let his head rest on your chest and listens to your heartbeat which keeps him grounded in reality. to him, you may be his puppy but you're also his saving grace. you keep him from going insane in this household yet at the same time, he would go berserk if you're harmed in any way. you can't leave him in this hellish household. he won't let you.

on the unrelated note, i just keep thinking of this one scenario! when the night the black agriche falls and male!roxana runs away, he'll take you with him and disappear into the night. whether you find a lovely cottage to settle in or a bustling city filled with opportunities, you'll find a new side of him that isn't overshadowed by the agriche name. he may still be your teasing master and you'll be his loyal puppy yet somehow you feel as if you can finally reach out to him and he'll meet you halfway.

#— meena answers #the way to protect the female lead's older brother

[sapphoshands]

4 & 7!

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

hahahahaaaaaaa sooooooooo maaaaanyyyyyyyyyy??

okay, this is cheating a little bit, because i suspect it will be something i don't write until a few seasons from now, but the entirety of one googledoc currently reads:

"Who will touch me in the middle of this war." (Zaina Alsous, On Longing) Moiraine - confusion that even on a battlefield, she can still want - remembering back to the days as an Accepted taking down baby names, all the camp followers, the sex she didn’t understand then - now she does

7. Share a snippet from one of your favourite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

But perhaps it’s not surprising. Eight months apart, and barely three weeks in the Tower together before that, their stolen nights never long enough. Perhaps Siuan too is feeling the strain of their separation, alone in her ornate bedchamber and wishing her hands were Moiraine’s. Or perhaps — perhaps she’s spirited herself away to Tear, to drink bad ale and see if the sheets still smell of them together. She does sometimes, Moiraine knows, when the Amyrlin’s responsibilities weigh too heavily. Perhaps they’re not so far apart tonight, after all. Her free hand traces the rise of her ribs as though following the curve of a riverbank, calluses dragging on skin that feels, sometimes, as thin as the vellum of her map, worn just as rough through base neglect. She spans the distance between breastbone and navel and imagines Siuan stepping through a doorway in Tar Valon and arriving in Tear in less time than it takes Moiraine to traverse her own body. (from how time advances)

of my recent stuff, i particularly like this bit because i think it does some of what i'm best at without being too showy. the story is about time, and distance, and moiraine feeling battered by being constantly on the road, and it all comes together here while still being a little bit sexy.

this bit speaks to the reader to remind her that it's going to get much worst - 'eight months apart, and barely three weeks together before that,' compared to where we meet them in the show with a single night to make up for two years' absence.

'bad ale' is where this story started, with moiraine being reminded of siuan by tasting unexpectedly bad ale, but just like the ale is a comfort for siuan, their separation has positive qualities as well as negative, because they're still working together, they're still trying to save the world.

moiraine's body and the map are conflated throughout the story, but specifically here, and this is a paragraph that @little-brisk demanded in beta that made the whole thing hang together muuuuch better. 'spans the distance' calls back to a line in the first few paragraphs of the fic about moiraine's hands spanning the distance between where she is and where siuan is. the 'b - n' of 'base neglect' echoes in 'breastbone and navel' to underscore that comparison between her old beat-up map that's covered in dirt and incomprehensible notes and her body that is utilitarian, fuelled by whatever food they have around, not given time for pleasure.

but it's also not just moiraine that's in this - it's siuan, too, dealing with similar struggles, and that doesn't make things okay, but it does make them better.

#fic writing meme #talk to me #cairhienin

[sukirichi]

— there’s always a price to pay when you get your hands on a work of art.

PAIRING: tattoo! artist megumi x reader

REQUEST. tattoo artist au + mutual pining + size kink, praise kink, thigh riding + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy 

WARNINGS: feral megumi, scratching, vaginal sex, size kink, praise kink, mature content, slight overstimulation, sexual tension lol, unedited story

NOTES: ah thank you so much for this request, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Here is my third contribution for FERAL MEGUMI FRIDAYS! and oh wow tattoo artist megumi uh no thoughts head empty

WC: 5.4k+

The tattoo saloon loomed over you, the neon signs almost blinding in the darkness. You could feel your heart pick up its pace in your chest as you hitched your bag up higher, the excitement settling in your toes. Mustering up the brightest smile you could have, you cleared your throat and pushed the door open, the tiny bell on top jingling to signal your arrival.

Your eyes roamed around the walls covered with intricate drawings, the leather seats dark and kept in pristine. Now that was rare – your leather couches always wore out in just a few weeks.

Making your way inside, grip on your sling bag still tight, you bit your lip as you peaked behind the counter. Empty. No one was there, and the nearby opened rooms were empty as well. Scratching your head, you scrunched your nose in confusion. You were sure you got the right place.

With a heavy sigh, you turned to leave, then stopped in your tracks when a dark-haired man exited a door you hadn’t even noticed at first.

He was tall – taller than you; his arms stretched until the sleeves of his black hoodie were pulled down, revealing a sliver of black tattoos that marked his skin. Upon hearing your awed gasp, his cold blue eyes fluttered to yours, the man – who was absolutely handsome despite his frown – froze in his spot.

You waved a hand to him, your smile bigger than ever. “Hi!” So you would be working with this cute guy? Maybe job-hunting wasn’t such a bad experience, after all.

“Hey,” he drawled out hesitantly, approaching you with his ink stained fingers pointed at you. He was still frowning, which was a damn shame, since you were sure he’d look even hotter if he smiled. “So...you’re Y/N.”

“Yeah!”

“And you...” he tilted his head to the side, inquisitive eyes studying your form. You would’ve felt conscious with the way his brows furrowed, eyes unreadable and lips pressed into a thin line, but you were sure you dressed to impress on your first interview. You admitted, however, that maybe wearing a white collared shirt with a pink tennis skirt made you stand out like a sore thumb in the heaviness of the studio. “...want to be a front desk man here?”

“Yeah!”

“What makes you think you’re qualified for this?” he crossed his arms on his chest, and you didn’t miss the slight bite of his voice. So he was handsome – but cranky. Great. “You don’t look like you fit in here.”

“Judging someone’s appearance and inferring that it has any relation to their credentials isn’t such a professional thing to do, you know,” you raised your chin proudly, jutting a pointer finger to his chest. He clearly didn’t expect this because he scowled and took a step back, while you fought the grin that threatened to paint your face. “Would you like it if people told you that you’re not qualified to be a lawyer because of your tattoos and piercings?”

He scoffed, “I don’t want to be a lawyer. As you can see, I’m a tattoo artist. And to answer your question, no, I don’t give a fuck what people think about me.”

“I can tell,” you muttered to yourself before smiling back up at him. He was too easy to read; his brow quivering and lips firm at your faux enthusiasm. “But yes, I do believe I’m qualified! I’m a fast learner and I’m even quick on my feet! I’m really good at talking to people too so I believe I can help schedule client appointments really well and guide them with this whole process.”

“Being front desk man doesn’t mean serving the clients tea and biscuits.”

“I know.”

“You know?” he snorted with a roll of his eyes. He then gestured you to follow him all the way back to the front desk. You expected he’d teach you about how to handle the appointment books or pick up phone calls, but instead he plopped down on the leather couch of the waiting area, his legs crossed on top of the other.

Your eyes followed the patch of pale skin exposed from his ripped jeans before you looked away, not wanting him to see that you found him attractive despite his less than welcoming personality.

“What exactly do you know about this industry?”

“Nothing, to be honest, but I’m not here to be a tattoo artist or anything. I just really need a job and I assure you I’ve got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to manning front desks or counters,” you stated confidently, “I know I look out of place, but I really need this job.”

The man only narrowed his eyes at you. Contemplation was written all over his face, probably wondering why you couldn’t just work somewhere else. “Why come here, of all places?”

“Because it’s the only one that has a flexible schedule,” you sighed, “I can’t work shifts anymore because I’m too busy at university. From when I talked to your boss – Geto, was it? – he said that the salon was open 24/7 and I could work until before my classes start. He’s not really strict about that kind of thing.”

“So you mean to tell me,” he leaned forwards, looping his fingers with one another while his ice cold gaze slithered over your desperate ones. “You’ll be at university for half the day, sleep until midnight, and then come here to work and attend class a few hours later? Isn’t your schedule a little irregular?”

“Oh no, it’s not like that! I also have mock classes after uni and it lasts until late at night, then I help clean at the local shelter. They’re running out of volunteers and the dogs are really adorable and take my stress away so...I make sure to come by when I have time.”

“You are one odd creature,” he noted loudly, almost as if he wasn’t completely aware he vocalized his thoughts. Well, at least now you knew he wasn’t the type to think his words over, which either made him more entertaining – or insufferable the longer you worked with him – if you began working anyway. “You could’ve used your spare time to rest. Do you even eat?”

“Yeah, I have a granola bar right now with me! I actually brought two,” you pulled out the snack from your bag, “You want some? I only got the oats, though.”

“Keep it to yourself,” he rolled his eyes, slapping his hands over his knees before rummaging over something behind the counter. “Fine. If Geto said he’s okay with you, then you’re hired.”

“Really, that easy?” your eyes widened, but then you chuckled when this strange man glared at you in response. He sighed as he pulled out a piece of paper, a pen on top of it. The papers read something about application forms and credentials, and you beamed, happily writing your information away with a slight bounce in your toes.

Unable to keep your happiness to yourself, you looked back at the bored man, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. “Huh. I was kind of expecting you would grill me – you’ve got that scary look in your eye. Let me guess, you often scare clients off?”

It seemed he could never get tired of glaring at you, because his eyes fuelled with heat as he leaned against the wall.

You hated to admit that he looked ridiculously handsome like that – the guy wasn’t even doing anything remotely attractive in the first place!

“I’m the most booked artist here, and I ask that you don’t get too comfortable with me. You haven’t even started working here and you’re already riling up on my train,” he groaned when you merely laughed in response. He made quick work of signing something in your form before handing you a key. “Here’s for your locker. Come to work tomorrow. Geto won’t be around for a week so I’ll be the one judging your performance. If you fuck up in the slightest – I won’t hesitate to fire you, you understand? We always have Yuuji coming around anyway, you’re really not that needed for the front desk.”

“Oh,” you nodded at his harshness, unsure whether to feel threatened or amused. “O-okay. I’ll do my best then. I look forward to you – ah, wait, what’s your name?”

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Oh, that’s a pretty name,” you muttered to yourself, uttering his name over and over again until it rolled smoothly on your tongue. “Shame you have a shitty attitude along with that handsome face, though.”

“You trying to say something?”

You faced him, about to laugh when he scowled at your not-so-subtle comments. Waving your hands to him, you made your way out the door, your smile only irritating him further. “No, I wasn’t. I’ll be taking my leave then – see you tomorrow!”

Seems like working in a tattoo studio wouldn’t be so bad.

You came to work the next day early and pumped with adrenaline. The idea of meeting the moody tattoo artist caused you to be giggly and happy the whole day, not even feeling the exhaustion of a long day of hard work as you made your way inside the shop.

Clocking in at exactly two in the morning, you proudly tugged your name badge on top of your left breast, patting it for good luck.

The bells jingled, making you look away from your tag. “Good morning – oh, where’s Megumi?” The man standing in front of you was taller than Megumi, his head nearly knocking over the doorframe if it wasn’t for his poor, slouched lanky frame.

He had white hair that brushed atop his cerulean blue eyes, and your eyes widened because wow, he was beautiful.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Megumi told me you came around yesterday but he didn’t tell me the counter girl was this pretty,” He was in front of you the next second, his nose nearly grazing over yours that had you leaning back into the wall for space. “Hmm...he didn’t tell me that at all.”

“Oh, thank you. You are...?”

“I’m Gojo Satoru, one of the senior artists here. Since Megumi isn’t here yet, let me give you a tour!” Before you could react, Satoru already had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm waving and pointing to all the hung paintings and labels on each door. You found it odd that he treated you like you were an old friend, but you weren’t going to complain. Nice co-workers were always welcomed.

“Here is the holding area where clients wait to get their session done. This is Geto’s studio and right next to that is his office where he does all the finances and all that jazz, while this is my studio. Cool, isn’t it?”

Your mouth fell ajar as Satoru led you inside his studio, the walls painted the same aquatic shade of his eyes, but what caught your attention was the galaxy themed tattoo designs he made. They came in different shapes – a volcano head, a dragon, a worm, a four-armed monster – but inside them were all galaxies with sparkling and burning stars. You could see everything and nothing all at the same time.

“Whoa, you made all this?!”

Satoru’s chest puffed out proudly, “Yeah, I did. I’m flattered by your reaction, I really am, but you haven’t seen Megumi’s yet. There’s a reason our salon boomed even though he’s only been working here for two years.”

At the mention of his name, your interest was piqued, all ears and curious smiles directed to Satoru. “Oh, can I see Megumi’s studio?”

“You can – if you book an appointment.”

“But I don’t plan on getting any tattoos,” you frowned.

“You’ll never get to see his work then,” he chuckled to himself, the sound growing louder when you visibly deflated. What was the point of getting your hopes up like that then? “Megumi doesn’t like letting others in his studio without permission or an appointment.”

“Why not?”

“He’s just iffy about it,” he shrugged, “Don’t bother trying to decode his personality anymore, Megumi’s very hard to understand. Though if I were to make sense of it...” he rubbed his chin, eyes looking out into the distance. “I guess you could say Megumi’s not the type to be showy when it comes to his work of art. Did that clear it up?”

You blinked back blankly. “No, not really. But it’s fine – I don’t plan on getting to know him anyway.”

That was the biggest lie of your life.

The moment Megumi came around a few minutes later, a loud groan upon your animated greeting over his arrival, your chest bloomed with a different kind of fluttery warmth. He rarely came out after that, clients swarming in to both his and Satoru’s studios, but each faint glimpse of his door cracking open that allowed you to see him focused as he worked, you could no longer deny the heat burning down your legs.

You crushed on the grumpy tattoo artist.

And the more you came around work, greeting him zealously and teasing him to no end that he’d look hotter if he smiled, your crush only intensified for him – completely unaware that he too, couldn’t get his thoughts off of you even with his door closed.

In fact, he kept his door closed all the time because your voice distracted him too much.

“Hey, Y/N, you free?”

You looked up from the textbook you were reviewing, slamming it shut when Satoru’s head peeked out from his studio. He was still wearing gloves with a pen between his fingers, most likely still in the middle of a session.

“Yep! We don’t have appointments yet and I’ve already closed it for non-appointees. Did you need me to get you something?”

“Yeah, could you get Megumi for me? He isn’t picking his phone up and one of our special clients are coming soon. I’m packed right now so I can’t fetch him. I’ll send you the address and you get him, yeah? Just open the counter if you need money for a cab.”

You blinked owlishly at him. On one side, you’d be more than glad to see Megumi again. He hadn’t arrived despite it being four in the morning already, and you were worried, but you also didn’t have his number to ask how he was doing. Progress with Megumi was...slow, to say the least.

He still holed himself up in his studio, coming out only for bathroom breaks, although you noticed a drastic improvement when he finally began to mutter an almost shy “good morning” under his breath for the past few weeks.

It wasn’t much, but you’d have to make do.

“Uhm, when is this client of his coming? Should I run...?”

“Yeah, you need to fucking run. They’re coming in an hour and a half!” Satoru exclaimed, flailing his hands around like a madman.

Even after working with him for some time, you still couldn’t believe the older man was practically a man child, even asking for head pats sometimes. He would lean down with a pout, using a squeaky voice to call your attention, which always succeeded in Megumi fake gagging before he locked himself inside his studio.

“Forwarded you his address. Really sorry for the inconvenience, Y/N!”

“It’s okay!” you jumped out of your seat in an instant, not bothering to take your name tag off anymore as you left the salon, hailing the nearest cab.

Megumi lived quite far from the salon, which had you wondering why he chose to work there when there were plenty of salons in his area too. His place looked shady, as well, his apartment in a high-rise building with endless graffiti and several drunk stragglers hooting for you.

You ignored them all, taking two steps at a time from his staircase, your hands on your knees as you panted for air. Why did he have to live on the tenth floor?

“Megumi! Megumi!” you banged your fist on the door, throat parched from your sudden cardio session. You were sure you burned ten calories just from that sprint, and you sighed in relief when Megumi swung the door open, still looking handsome – and sleep-deprived – as ever in his black shirt and black skinny jeans.

“What?” he demanded. After seeing that it was you, he quickly snatched a water bottle and passed it your way, closing his door behind him. “Y/N? What are you doing here? How’d you know where I live?”

“Satoru said you had a really important client. You weren’t picking your phone up so he sent me to come get you.”

“It’s my day off,” he grumbled, answering your silent questions, your worries dissipating into thin air. Once you’d satisfied yourself by basically dunking the entire bottle, Megumi rolled his eyes, his hands flat on the small of your back while he guided you downstairs. The sudden touch flamed your cheeks; a stupid smile on your face. You were shameless, though, leaning back closer to him in the darkness of the early morning. “Why does he send a girl out of all people?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“It’s unsafe. My neighbourhood isn’t the best and who knows what would’ve happened to you if some goons came out?” Megumi hailed for a back, surprising you when he let you get in first and paid for the fee despite your outstretched hand prepared with the bills. “I can’t believe Sukuna chose this day to come of all times. I can never get a damn break.”

“Sukuna?”

“A special client. He’s a really huge tipper and comes on odd schedules – I didn’t think he’d come now.”

“Yeah, I checked the papers and he wasn’t there,” you frowned to yourself.

Megumi pressed his head against the window, eyes closed as his chest heaved up and down rhythmically. With the sun slowly shining from behind you, the golden stretches of it outlined his sharp features you adored, and you rested your chin on your palms, eyelashes fluttering at his beauty. “You know, Megumi, you’re really pissy sometimes – but you’re quite nice, aren’t you? I’d say you were even worried for me.”

He cracked one eye open, those blue eyes still shining with irritation, but make no mistake since his ears were flushed red. “I’m not. I just don’t want to be involved in a police investigation if they find your body near here.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Shut up.”

You and Megumi were beginning to get closer. You couldn’t pinpoint where he started to grow more comfortable with you, but it was definitely there and it was painfully evident that even someone stupid like Satoru noticed the sexual between you two.

He would always sniff the air whenever you and Megumi sat next to each other during lunch breaks, a wide grin on your face while Megumi buried his face in his hands, groaning because he knew the moment Satoru opened his mouth, nothing but dumb comments would come out. And dumb comments they were; the white-haired man merciless as he teased Megumi for acting like a cute little kid around you.

You never took it to heart, though. It was Megumi you were talking about; he was hot and cold; sweet then distant from one moment then an entire person the next.

Not that you minded, it only added to your fuelling crush on him, but you couldn’t control the way your heart fluttered every time Satoru whispered that he did like you, excusing that Megumi just wasn’t the best with words. Apparently, Megumi had spent too much time holed up in his apartment and studio that he had zero to little knowledge on how to talk to pretty girls – especially one that was clearly attracted to him as well.

Satoru encouraged you to go for it – that you should confess or break the ice first otherwise Megumi would never do anything about his raging boner every time you came around.

You only flushed at his statement, but you couldn’t deny that you too felt the same way.

One morning where Satoru and Geto were out restocking supplies, you and Megumi were left alone in the salon. Of course, he still resorted in the comfort of his studio, muttering under his breath that he wanted to try some designs before disappearing. Only this time, he left the door slightly open, the lights peeking through the slight crack.

Walking up to him with muted footsteps, you leaned over his shoulder, glancing over a sketch of...you? “Are you drawing me?”

Megumi yelped at your voice right next to his ear, throwing the paper away on the other side of the room before glaring at you. You laughed at his reaction, because how was it possible he was both so criminally sexy yet adorable? He looked terribly gorgeous today, as well, wearing a short sleeved black hoodie and black sweatpants, looking so comfortable and boyfriend like – and you couldn’t even begin to express your appreciation over his new lip piercing.

“Why do you always sneak up on me?” he snapped, “Didn’t I tell you I wanted privacy?”

“Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Megumi sighed exasperatedly, turning back to organize his pencils before glaring at you. “What do you want? Got no one else to bother since Satoru isn’t around?”

“I just wanted to see your art,” you mentioned, but kept your eyes directed on him instead of the plethora of sketches and designs hanging from his wall as to not offend him. “Satoru told me to never come inside. He said you’re really...private when it comes to your works,” you furrowed your brows at the last part, feeling your heart beat pulse at your tongue.

It was now or never.

“Can I see your tattoos too?”

“Why do you want to see them?”

“A work of art on a canvas who’s also a work of art himself?” you finally gained confidence to tease him again, getting riled up further when Megumi stiffened at your curious hands travelling under his shirt. His breath sharpened as his glare only deepened, though he didn’t make a move to stop you. “Why wouldn’t I want to see that?”

“Being flirty doesn’t work on you. It’s not cute.”

“You’re blushing though,” you remarked. Megumi groaned and pushed your face away until your buttocks landed on his recliner. Satisfied with Megumi not completely kicking you out, you swung your legs back and forth, still staring at his hoodie as if it was an offensive material.

“Can I...see?” Megumi rolled his eyes before he lifted his shirt up, revealing to you intricate patches of black ink splattered over ripples of muscles. Your mouth salivated, and somewhere down there, you drooled too. Tentatively, your hands reached out to finger the image of canines, Megumi shuddering over your cold touch on his warm skin. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”

Megumi pursed his lips before whispering, “These are the dogs I had as a child. My father got me them so I wouldn’t be too lonely when he’s away from work.”

“They’re very pretty. They look like black and white wolves,” you smiled, elated that he was opening up in more ways than one. Your touch flitted over to a winged creature under his left collarbone, small letters beside the image. “And this bird? Nue? He’s so majestic,” Your hands never stopped in trailing over his skin like a lost wanderer, sweeping over ink ink until Megumi completely discarded his hoodie to the side, his back faced to you.

A white viper tattoo stood large on his broad back, crawling until over his shoulder with the fangs ending just above his pecs. Megumi swallowed at each slivering touch, your fingers dipping and caressing every dent and curve of his body.

You couldn’t get your eyes off of him, your breath hitching in your throat as one of your hands gripped his biceps subconsciously. “You’re so beautiful.”

Megumi stiffened when your thumbs grazed over his nipple right next to the viper’s fang. Almost as if a switch was triggered inside him, Megumi growled, ducking to capture your lips with his in a sloppy, heated kiss. His hands tugged at the ends of your hair to arch your neck to him, his knees slapping your legs open before he settled comfortably between you, his low groans mixing with your breath moans.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. From the moment I met you,” he nibbled your lips, hands trailing down to thumb at your hipbones. “I knew that innocent good girl look was nothing but an act.”

You smiled through the kiss, a tiny gasp falling from your lips when Megumi pulled you closer until your heat grinded against the hardness inside his pants. Laughing at his harsh movements, you let Megumi tilt your head back, his lips sucking and teeth gently nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck.

“Innocent girl?” you echoed, legs now wrapped around his waist to pull him closer. “What makes you think I am?”

“White lace panties? Short tennis skirts and sunshine smiles?” Megumi clenched his teeth, his hands eager as he tugged the white lace down until it looped to your ankles. You gasped, back arching when he thrusted two fingers inside you, curling and fingering against your bumpy walls. “You’re not fooling anyone, baby, especially not me.”

“Took you long enough to understand I wanted you though,” you chuckled through broken moans, eyes shut tight while your legs opened wider, heels digging into the hard cushion of his seats. “I was wondering when I’d get to break you from that tough guy act of yours and have you fuck me good,” Megumi growled at your words. You leaned forward to scratch at his chest, your tongue licking the shell of your ear as you rasped, “And on a side note, I am a good girl – only to those who can make me feel good, of course.”

Megumi cupped his palm to collect your arousal dripping of his, finally shutting you up when his fingers grazed over your sweet spot that had you clenching around him. And those were just his fingers. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded smugly, hands coming up to tug harshly at his hair. Megumi hissed at the sharp pain, prompting him to fuck his fingers in and out of you faster until you leaked down to his chair, thighs trembling and your high-pitched moans coating the walls of his stupid. “Megumi, ah! Just shut up and fuck me already – been wanting you long enough.”

“Needy little girl,” He pressed you down on the reclining seat, settling between your legs before he spread your lips open with two thumbs. At the sight of your bare cunt clenching around nothing, Megumi groaned, teeth biting his lip because he could cum right then and there. “Fuck, look at you. So wet already,” he ran a hand over your slit to collect your arousal, eyes dark with lust as your juices webbed between his fingers. “All this for me? You’re so good.”

“Fuck – yeah, yeah I am,” you leaned back harder into the seat, groping at your own breasts while you nodded dumbly, too fucked out to even form a coherent response. “Going to be good for you, Megumi, gonna make you feel good.”

“Sorry, babe, maybe next time. I’m too impatient to not feel your pussy around me,” he pushed away at your hands that planned to pump his cock, his hand coming down to push you hard against the seat until his weight loomed over you.

You felt Megumi begin to align his tip at your center, dampening his mushroom head with your arousal first that had you both moaning left and right.

Hands scratching down his back as your teeth dug into your lips, Megumi pushed into you with one thrust, the sudden stretch making your legs shake and your body writhe underneath him. “Shit, why are you so tight? So fucking warm and perfect,” he rasped next to your ear, and you could hear how hard he was breathing as he thrusted into you, his cock hitting all the right places.  “Could fuck this pretty pussy all day, baby, shit.”

“Me-Megumi – t-too big!”

“Shh, you’ll be fine. You’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?” he cupped your cheek, grinning sinisterly as he watched the way your greedy walls sucked him in. “See how you take me so well? You’re so small and pretty wrapped around my cock. I could break you if I wanted you,” he growled, his hands gripping hard at your hips when you clenched around him, enticing the man above you to quicken his pace.

Megumi watched with a lust filled gaze as your breasts bounced at the relentless pace he started, his balls slapping at your ass. “Oh, you’d want that, wouldn’t you? You want to be stuffed with my fat cock in you? Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess? You’re so gorgeous when I fuck you stupid.”

“Yes, Megumi, agh. Keep going, keep going, I’m so close!”

“Oh, you feel like heaven around me,” he praised at your neck, his cock stretching you wide and pushing into you. Megumi groaned lowly at your ear as his palms flattened over your stomach that bulged every time he thrusted in, his balls tightening at the sight. “Look at how big I am for you, baby, but you’re doing so well. You were made for me – made to take my cock, shit, you’re so perfect around me. Gonna make you feel good, yeah? You’re such a good girl for me. Cum, baby, that’s right – I’m allowing you to cum.”

“Gumi, Gumi, fuckkk,” your legs tightened around him as Megumi panted with each harsh thrust, the black marks over his skin expanding and stretch when his forearm rested beside your head. His muscles clenched as he fucked into you deep, over and over again until he pushed you over the edge.

A silent sob left your lips when you came around him, your juices creaming around his cock. A few thrusts later, Megumi fell on top of you as you felt him spill his seed inside you.

He had too much that you felt both your cum dripping down your ass; Megumi pulling out with a slight wince from the oversensitivity. You struggled to catch your breath as you laid there, legs wide open and the cool air hitting your bare pussy. The door was still open, and Satoru and Geto could walk in on you both looking like this, but you couldn’t care, not when you could barely feel your legs.

You dropped your arm over your face, hearing Megumi pull his pants back up. “That was...”

“Intense?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, wincing as you sat up. Your hair stuck to your forehead in sweaty clumps, dawning on you now that you were still very much covered in your sticky cum. You recoiled from the seats as you realized Megumi hadn’t even put on a towel underneath.

“Shit. Is this chair even clean?”

“I sanitize it every after session. Don’t worry about it,” he rolled his eyes, his tattoos covered and hidden from your sight once more when he pulled his hoodie over his head. Megumi retrieved a clean towel from his drawers and wiped at your sensitive pussy, your legs immediately closing around his hands when the towel accidentally grazed your clit.

Megumi gripped your knees with a silent glare. “Stay still. I’m cleaning you up.”

“I didn’t peg you as an aftercare guy. Thought you would leave me hanging here,” you teased, but really, you were feeling warm all over again as you watched Megumi wipe you all the way down to your other hole, your legs still tensing up.

Once he left to wash his hands, you could relax, tugging your panties back up with immense struggle. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d fuck you good – you could barely feel your legs now.

“And have you make a mess by ruining my seat?” he sighed as he returned, helping you seady yourself while he snapped the slightly soaked panty back to your core. “No thanks.”

“You’re so mean, Megumi. I’m hurt.”

He rolled his eyes at your pout, leaning down to kiss you square on the lips. This time around, the kiss wasn’t rushed; it was slow and sensual, firm yet gentle, and his hands carefully massaged your sore hips that would soon bruise from his grip before.

“No, you’re not,” he mumbled through your lips, mimicking that lovesick smile on your face as he pulled away. “But babe, you know the rules. Now that you’ve seen my work of art – what tattoo would you like me to give you? My name on your inner thigh?”

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Love for Dummies, Part Four

Pairing - Fred Weasley x Reader Summary - Having gone from hating to helping, you learn more about what happens to be keeping Fred Weasley up at night Warnings - Mentions of drug and alcohol use. Words - 1.9K

PART ONE  PART TWO  PART THREE  PART FIVE MASTERLIST

Tuesday, 3:45pm

For the first time in the school year, Fred Weasley was seated in the Library. And, for the very first time ever, he wasn't just in the library snooping for different ways in which him and George could play out their pranks. But he also wasn't studying. The boy was facing across from you as he listened to you explain different ways to improve your sleep pattern from a book which was so obviously ancient.

"It sounds stupid." Fred commented, cutting through your words as you started going on about clearing the mind and other things he sworn Trelawney had said before in Divination.

Your shoulders fell with sigh as you looked up from the book. "And becoming dependent on an illegal substance to help you sleep is less stupid?" You quirked back. Something of which had certainly silenced Fred. You had paused for a second, shutting the book as you reached for Fred's attention once more. "I know a lot of it sounds like bullshit and it does sounds stupid, but we can't rule it out until you've tried it. How did you sleep last night?"

The boy shrugged, "Tossed and turned mostly."

"Okay, why?"

That question seemed to stump the boy in front of you. His brows furrowed and it was as if it was the first time he'd ever gotten asked the question. "What do you mean?" He stumbled out.

"I mean, do you know why you can't get to sleep? Like what is it that keeps you awake for so long?" You went on, pushing out a smile as a reminder that Fred could talk to you.

Fred shrugged as he leaned back in his chair. "I don't know." He muttered. In a matter of moments, it seemed as if he had just shut himself off again. He dropped his gaze from you, his eyes focusing on whatever it seemed he found so interesting on the floor. And you couldn't help but ache for him to return back to you.

So you swallowed, and leaned forward to make up for the space you had lost, reaching for his hands. "Fred," You called ever so softly as to assure him in your intentions. You weren't sat here anymore snapping back and fourth at another; you were here and you were trying to help him. "I can't do anything if you don't talk to me, you know that."

His eyes had shot instantly back up to your own the second your touch brush against his finger tips. Your words seemed to fade away the doubts which clouded the boys head as he began to string together how he was meant to explain all of it. All the thoughts which rushed frantically at night when it was just him and his head. "It's just-" He paused. "There's a lot going on and at night, it all seems to overwhelm me." He admitted.

Fred waited, urged you to say something as quick as you could to assure him in his words. To tell him that he was in fact not going crazy as he often thought. Or to just tell him that it was okay and that you didn't judge him for it. Because, as he stared back at you, he couldn't read your expression at all. "And these things that are going on, they're what exactly?" You asked, hands having not moved from Fred's.

The boy had almost scoffed at your question, the list of his worries having not stopped growing since he was young. "Well my grades for one." He started. Something of which you couldn't help but feel a sting of guilt at your gut knowing you had fuelled some of that. "Can barely go a day without McGonagall down my throat."

"Or me." You quickly interjected before Fred could move onto his next point. The boy seemed caught at that, eyes jumping at your pupils. "Fred, I'm so sorry. If I had known before-"

He rushed to cut you off, "But you didn't know." He told you. "Most people don't. And you couldn't have known if I hadn't said anything, okay?"

Fred raised his brow, waiting for you to acknowledge what he had just said. "Okay." You replied.

With that, the boy was fast in his decision to move along in his points. "Then there's me and George rushing around, trying to make our own name when it comes to joke shop items." You were well aware of that. Everyone was. Every now and again, there'd come a big puff of smoke or loud giggles from wherever Fred and George were centred. "Something we can barely keep up with considering the lack of money we've got. Another thing which won't leave my head."

It seemed common knowledge amongst Hogwarts of the Weasley's lack of things. Shared books, a lot of second hand clothing and equipment. It wasn't hard for most people to put two and two together. Though, most people didn't actually have a care for it. But there were always them. "I'm sure Malfoy and all that lot don't help." You remarked, recalling the serval times you would overhear the blonde Slytherin yelling insults at either Ron, the twins or Ginny.

Your words seemed to resurface a memory which urged a laugh from Fred. "You have no idea how close I've been to punching that boy." That was something of which you believed very well to be truth. "Can't have myself starting fights though. Bad grades are one thing, punching students another." Another thing which was sure to  push in Fred getting kicked out.

"What else?" You then asked when the boy didn't move onto his next point.

It didn't take him long to think of others. "The parties. Trying to organise them. The pressure that if we get found out, it'll be my fault." He explained, also explaining as to why he was constantly refilling his drinks at the Gryffindor party. "And then there's this almost expectation on both me and George to always be in the mood for a laugh, to always be the happy ones, to always be the ones to be the cause for the joke. Sometimes that just gets a bit much, and there's times when I can't just be happy."

With that, the boy finished his words and seemed to let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing as he realised it was all off his chest. For the first time, he had taken the thoughts which were strung in his mind and picked them apart. And now he stared at you, longing for you to cover him in comfort and assurance. At first, you reached your hands out again, letting them hold his. "I know this will probably not help much, but you really don't need to worry so much. No one expects you to be happy all the time; your have feelings, they change. And if people don't expect to see that from you, then they're inconsiderate." You spoke. "I understand how hard this must be and I want you to know, I'm here, if you ever need me to be."

Hearing them words had almost left Fred second guessing. They were everything he could ever have wanted to hear, yet he found himself reminded that this was very much new. A week ago, you could barely stand the sight of another. And that word. Inconsiderate. The same one you had used to describe Fred himself in what had been the first of serval arguments. He sent out a weak smile, "Thank you."

Your grin spread into a cheeky glint as you retracted your hands from his and returned the book you had in front of you. "Now," You spoke as you pushed the book over to Fred. "I know some of it might sound stupid, but you never know, might work for you."

Fred took the book yet his eyes never failed to leave your own. "Yeah." He muttered. And that seemed to be that. The two of you returned to your dorms and Fred found his head in more chaos than normal. But this time the chaos focused on you. And how much Fred's view had so suddenly changed when you looked at him with that spark in your eye instead of irritation. Or how your smile was genuine rather than sarcastic. Them notes seemed to have faltered his thoughts ever so slightly.

Wednesday, 11:00am, Period three

You held your books tightly to your chest as you weave your way through the busy corridor of students fighting their way to their next lesson. For you, that happened to be Divination. A class of which you also happened to share with Fred. And a class you didn't find yourself dreading like you had done the weeks prior. In fact, you almost found an urge in your step at the thought of Fred being there, sitting with him and talking to him like normal people for once.

As you walked through the hallway, you just so happened to spot the red head. Ahead of you for once. Your feet couldn't help but hurry up just slightly. You hadn't seen the boy since the conversation you had yesterday and you couldn't lie in that your mind hadn't been thinking back to it, back to him. So your speed increased and you wondered next to Fred's side, "So, how did you sleep?" You asked the boy, one brow raised as you looked up at him.

As was seeming to become his norm, Fred paced with half a slice of toast in his mouth. Which left you to assume he had once again not had enough sleep to then wake up and get his breakfast in time. The boy had shrugged as he swallowed the last of his food. "No better than usual." He answered, defeated in the result.

You half smiled back up at the boy, not happy it hadn't worked but trying to stay motivated for him. Because by the expression he held, he was anything but motivated. "Well, keep trying, it's not going to be perfect straight away." You told him.

Fred slowed slightly as he neared the entrance to the classroom. Then he fully stopped and turned to you. The hallway now found itself quiet, empty even. Had Fred not been about to say something which seemed important, you would have reminded him how you didn't want to be late. "A few of us are actually going to Hogsmeade this weekend. I know how much you work, I thought maybe you'd like to join. You know, unwind a little bit." He offered, almost unsure in it.

"What? No Gryffindor party this Friday?" You quirked with your lips spreading into a sort of grin.

Fred shifted on his feet awkwardly, "Well someone happened to tell me that throwing Gryffindor parties isn't my job."

"That someone was probably right." You remarked as the two of you stared back at another. Outside the classroom, knowing you were late yet you seemed to not care. Then again, this lesson wasn't taught by Snape. "I'd love to go." You finally answered him and a smile plucked at Fred's expression.

As the two of you walked into Divination, you couldn't help but wonder about the boy next to you once again. He really happened to be more complex than you could ever have first thought.

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hii! I have a request for prompt 71 with Andy or ransom ☺️

Hey lovely, thank you so much for waiting this long for me to post this and i really hope you enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it.

Prompt #71: "I'm gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you're spreading your legs for me"

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, unprotected sex, rough sex, ass spanking, vagina spanking, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, daddy kink, breeding kink and angst.

Word Count: 3,486

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In The Mirror

Standing in the middle of the master bedroom, you start to fold the freshly washed clothes before putting them away neatly in the closet. You start off by putting shirts away, Andy’s and then yours before moving on to jeans. Sometimes you wonder how he even has the room for his own clothes since you take up the majority of the space. But you just put that down to shopping trips he's so insistent on treating you to.

As you’re just finishing up, you hear the front door open before it slams shut so hard that the anger fuelling the slam of it can be felt even upstairs where you are.

Looks like Andy is finally home...

You decide to finish up with what you’re currently doing, taking your time before approaching your husband with caution. It was probably another run in with Neil, something you’ve grown accustom to dealing with ever since you met him. Doesn’t mean you don’t run out of ways to handle it occasionally though, your best option is to just allow him to vent before you distract him. Usually distracting him requires an old movie and takeout but other times it requires rough and needy sex.

“Andy” you call out as you pad down the stairs and into the kitchen, only to find him practically chugging a beer way to quickly. It must be bad if he couldn’t even wait until dinner to drink alcohol.

“You know sometimes i think why do i even bother going to work. I mean, Lynn sure seems to enjoy screwing me over for that fucking prick Neil and i’ve had just about enough of it”

Okay, now he’s really angry. You have no idea what to do or even what to say to him, you’re rendered speechless by his cursing and boiling temper.

“I was just about to make dinner, uh, lasagne perhaps. Or maybe we could order takeout again and rent that movie you were telling me about. It’s up to y-“

“Did you not listen to a goddam word i said? I don’t give a shit about dinner, do whatever. I’m going to take a shower” his decibels rise, his tone scolding as he storms past you and up the stairs taking two at a time until he reaches the top. You hear his heavy footsteps stomping to the bedroom and then suddenly it all turns quiet until the shower water starts to run.

Rather than leaving him to cool off, you decide to head up to check on him.

In a way, he was right. You practically ignored his annoyed state and changed the subject, in fact you couldn’t have changed it fast enough. But that’s only because you didn’t know what to say. When he gets like that, there’s not a lot you can say.

“Andy, i’m sorry” you squeak, stepping into the master bedroom to find him stood with his back to you as he removes his dress shirt and tie. His back muscles tense as he stands still for a second before turning around and tossing his clothes to the floor before starting on his belt.

“Andy” you mumble, desperate for him to acknowledge you.

“What?” he snaps, slipping out of all clothes until he’s in nothing but his birthday suit, his impressive size dangling between his legs.

“I’m sor-“

“I heard you”

You gently step closer to him, examining his face for any tell tale signs of discomfort before you rest your hand on his right forearm, “please, just talk to me. What happened today?”

“Like you care, all you seemed to give a shit about was dinner, so how about you go focus on that like a good little house wife and leave me to deal with the tough shit... does that sound like a deal?”

“That’s not fair, Andy. I didn’t know what to say to you, that’s all. You’ve had that many run ins with Neil lately that i lose sight of how to help you. But i’m here now, just talk to me. Tell me what i can do to make it better”

Silence.

His hand pulls from your touch, but before you can even understand what’s going on you’re back is already touching his toned tatted chest. His arms rest on your shoulders, keeping you pressed against him.

“Well, there is one thing...” he starts, moving your hair to the other side of your neck, freeing up some skin for him to feast on. His mouth nears closer, his hot breath fanning you torturously as his nose nudges at you. That’s when you feel his hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt teasingly, slowly lifting it up your torso with ease. You lift your arms in the air, allowing him to remove it before he discards it behind him without a care.

“Such a beautiful body, honey. Be a shame to waste it fretting away about dinner in that kitchen” you gulp in response, feeling his lips barely grazing the nape of your neck, the action causes a shiver to dance down your spine as his beard scratches you.

“Andy” your voice is nothing but a breathless whimper as you turn to face him, his hands instantly rest on your waist at the band of your booty shorts. Of course when he tugs at them, you know what he’s after now and you also know that no matter what you do or say, he’ll take it regardless.

He drops down to his knees, surrendering to your body and dragging your shorts down your legs as he sinks to the floor. You step out of them for him, even going as far as to kick them to one side before he pushes you back to the wall.

The palm of his hand gives your calf a soft squeeze as the other lifts your leg up to drape over his shoulder, your aching sex on show for his lustful orbs to focus on. The insatiable hunger is starting to drown out his mind, body and soul, he’s incapable of thinking of anything else but you, craving anything else but you.

He’s starving, desperate to taste you.

A couple more minutes pass with him peppering kisses along your ankle at first before moving up to your calf and then your thigh. You try to push him away due to the sensitivity there but he only forces you off him, he’s so much stronger than you could ever be and you know now that you’ve lost.

He presses another chaste kiss to your bundle of nerves before pausing and feeling your body react to his touch. Your shaking body begs to be worshipped and devoured whilst he begs to drink and breathe you in like you’re his only lifeline.

“Smell so good” he coos, poking his tongue out to give your clit a kitten lick as his nose nudges at your mound, the action causes you to roll your eyes to the back of your head. Whatever you did to deserve this agonising torture, you will make sure to never do it again. This is teasing at its peak.

“Please, Andy. I need you”

“Oh you’ll have me, alright” his response is quick yet snappy as he dives into you. His mouth latches onto your sex aggressively, sucking, slurping and biting. His beard scratching your inner thighs and it's sure to leave a burn there.

The tip of his tongue points all the more as he winds it around your clit rapidly and even with one hand gripping your hips roughly whilst the other strokes your leg up and down before settling on your ass, you still feel unsteady as if the smallest wave of pleasure could knock you to the floor.

His mouth right where you want him comes and goes as he takes breaks in between to come up for air, but right when you feel yourself getting lost in the feeling, it comes to a complete halt.

You glance down at him, eyelids heavy, chest rising and falling, only to find him rising to his feet.

“What the hell, Andy?” you ask, your entire body heating up.

“You sound angry” he cocks his head to the side as he grazes his hand across your hardened nipple.

“I am”

“Now, that’s exactly how i felt when i came home. Yet instead of comforting me like a good little wife should do, you made me feel worse. So therefore, you don’t deserve to cum”

What the hell is wrong with him tonight?

He shoots you a wink before padding into the bathroom, the shower water still running and steaming up all of the mirrors in your eye-line until he closes the door, locking it to prevent you from entering and leaving you standing there perplexed at his actions.

He did all of that on purpose. He built you up to the edge of ecstasy before leaving you to come crashing down all alone, all in the name of proving a point.

You reach for your robe off the hook on the bedroom door before storming out, brimming with frustration as you make a start on the dinner. Lasagne will do for tonight.

You prep it as fast as you can whilst the oven preheats to the correct temperature before putting it in and setting the timer. Now you can relax.

As soon as you throw yourself down onto the couch and flick the tv on, you hear the bathroom door open. You’re almost certain that he expected you to wait for him like a lost puppy dog but you refuse to play into his petty games of revenge. All because you didn’t comfort him. It was silly and unnecessary.

So for now, you’ll indulge in some reality television whilst you wait for dinner to cook and if there’s one thing that’s for certain, it’s that you are most definitely not putting out for him tonight. No matter what he says or how much he sweet talks you. It’s not good enough for him to treat you like that.

Whatever Neil did or said, that’s a work problem.

Andy can’t believe his eyes when he comes back into the bedroom only to find it empty. He wraps his white towel around his waist, covering up his modesty before heading out into the hallway and down the stairs. As he reaches the bottom of them, he spots you watching tv in the lounge, giggling away at whatever The Kardashian family are doing now, but whatever it is, he doesn’t care.

Instead of leaving you be, he stomps over “what do you think you’re doing?” he inquires, voice bellowing more than he intended “i’m waiting for the lasagne to cook, it’s in the oven. Enjoy your shower, honey?” you probe sarcastically, a rhetorical question. However your sarcasm infuriates him further as he picks you up with ease.

“Andy, put me down. NOW” you shout, kicking your legs and slapping his upper back as he drapes you over like you weigh nothing.

“Dinner is in the oven” you remind him, desperate to avoid burning it. But that’s when he puts you down before walking over to the kitchen and turning the oven off.

Your eyes widen as he approaches you once again, picking you up and carrying you up the stairs, taking them two at a time as he always does.

“Andy” you groan until he places you back onto your own two feet, his hands practically rip your robe off to expose your naked body before he does the same to the towel covering his manhood up.

“I’ll tell you what’s about to happen, honey and you’re going to listen” he informs you, stepping closer and moving you to stand in front of the mirror. You correct your abysmal posture as you look back at him in the mirror. A sinister glint in his eyes becomes crystal clear as a wicked grin graces his handsome face. His beard full, his hair still wet from the shower as droplets of water drip down his chest.

“I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me” the pure filth has you holding your breath in shock before exhaling dramatically.

He’s always been kinky but sometimes he still manages to leave you shocked. Although it’s times like these that you love him the most, the whines and whimpers he draws from you so effortlessly, the way he causes your body to tremble raggedly and most of all the way your entire world stops turning as he brings you to that cliff edge, pushing you off of it with his two large menacing hands.

He kicks your legs apart further before pulling your arms to the back of you. He hooks his arm inside of them to prevent you from moving away from him whilst his other hand massages your puffy petal like folds before circling your dripping entrance.

Once his tip is resting directly at the tight hole, he proceeds to move forward, the skin around your entrance catching onto him as your walls welcome him inside.

“Oh, fuckkk” he draws out the word, groaning and gasping for air as he drives home, the feeling overwhelming you to the limit.

How can one man have such a firm and tight grip on you like this?

How did you end up here, unable to utter out a single word as his pace picks up before he’s fucking into you so violently, snapping his hips with no signs of slowing down.

“Keep your eyes on yourself, honey, do as i say” he warns, and the moment you look up at him, you see the darkness and it causes you to look away, focusing back on yourself just like he instructed you to do.

The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls so fast is enough to cause the knot in your stomach to tighten painfully. The pleasure is almost too intense to bare, too much for your fragile body to handle. Yet you continue to take it, allowing him to fuck away his anger, channeling it into this moment.

His arm and hand tightens around your arms, holding you in place as he keeps his sights on you, watching as your mouth hangs open in the perfect O shape. Fuck, you look perfect like this with him bending you to his will, using you for the sole purpose of his pleasure and his pleasure only.

How did he get so lucky to be graced with you’re beauty?

The harder he snaps his hips into you, the more the coil tightens and the all too familiar feeling builds all the more inside of you. An ongoing reminder of your impending orgasm.

“Andy, i-i’m gonna c-cum” you tell him, begging for him to allow you the privilege of releasing, the privilege of creaming all over his rock hard cock.

A dark chuckle erupts from his throat, mocking your pleas for a release before tutting at you, the torment continuing.

“Please” you beg once again, only to be reprimanded with the harsh sting of his hand landing on your ass cheek “keep your eyes on the mirror, honey. You’ll come when i tell you to, quit being a brat”

The need to release is almost unbearable, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes and drowning out your vision before you blink, allowing them to stream down your innocent looking face for him to see. It only spurs him on more as he moves his free hand in from of you, kicking your legs further apart before smacking down on your sex brutally. Your body jerks in response before somewhat relaxing at the feel of him rubbing briskly at your pulsating clit.

“That’s it, honey. Taking that cock so fucking well”

“I need to c-cum, A-Andy” your voice trembles frantically in hopes of him taking pity upon you.

“Shhh, baby. Just let daddy fuck the frustration away, gotta fuck it all away” his words are pure filth but his tone is gentle and needy. He just wants to take his anger out on your body, channel it into something.

You can imagine that with the field of work he’s in that he finds it hard to keep his cool with Neil every day. Which is a shame because they used to be close.

Granted that was back when Neil first started and Andy mentored him, whipped him into shape and taught him everything he knows. And Neil is a better lawyer because of it. However, it also means that he’s just rude, obnoxious and cocky towards Andy, pushing him to the edge and taunting him a little more every day.

“Hold yourself back for daddy, you’ll cum when i give you permission to. Is that clear, honey?”

“Yes” you mumble, barely audible.

“What was that?”

“I mean, yes daddy” you correct, watching his eyes intently, searching for any sign of him letting up his tight hold and hard thrusts.

“Good girl, being so perfect for daddy and taking this fucking like a pro, huh?”

“Yes daddy”

Your eyes glaze over as you struggle to keep yourself in tact, the hold you have on your orgasm is slipping from your control slowly but surely and you know that if he doesn’t give you the go ahead soon then you’ll end up breaking the rules.

Something that will surely earn you a painful punishment.

“God, fuck. I’m gonna cum, you gonna cum with me, honey?” he asks, gasping. You throw your head back onto his chest, arching your back into him further. You nod your head as quickly as you can as you feel your knees turning weak.

“Count down with me”

“10’ you say in unison, his fingers rubbing furiously at your sex.

“9” the sound of your skin slapping together bounces off of the walls.

“8” the feel of his mouth latching onto the sweet spot on your neck, pearly white teeth sinking in to mark you up.

“7” the moans he’s eliciting are now flowing out of your mouth uncontrollably.

“6” deep grunts escape him as he pushes you against the mirror, causing your cheek to push up against it.

“5” the feel of him fucking into you tightens the coil for the final time, the feeling agonising.

“4” you scrunch your eyes closed, seeing stars as you arrive at the cliff edge.

“3” you say in unison as his thrusts turn from fast and rough to slow and hard.

“2” his cock twitches inside of you, your walls flutter around him over and over.

“1”

“That’s it, baby, cream all over that cock for me”

You let go, body shuttering as you stand up onto your tip toes. His grip on your arms lets up, causing you to fall forward, hands resting on the wall either side of the mirror.

“Oh god” he growls, hands splaying across the soft globes of your ass before he fills you with hot ropes of cum, breeding you unofficially.

He remains seated deep inside of you for a minute or two whilst the two of you struggle to regain control of your breathing, both of your hearts beating so fast that it feels as though they are on the cusp of exploding out of your chest.

“How are you feeling now?” you ask as he pulls out, turning to face him.

“Hungry for Chinese takeout and a night filled with fucking that tight cunt”

“Was that not enough?”

“I’ll never get my fill of you” he says, pulling your naked body flush against his “i want you all of the time and besides, that was just to channel my anger into something. The next time will be to make a baby”

“W-what?” your voice shaky as you raise your eyebrows at him.

“You heard me, i’m gonna spend all night breeding you, honey. Gonna make you all nice and round with my child. Gives me a chance to take my mind of that cunt Neil”

You nod your head, humming your agreement before pressing your lips to his.

Sure, you’ve had chats about kids before but this is the first time he’s openly suggested trying and even after his outburst, your love for him remains.

You can’t wait to spend the night tangled up in the crisp white sheets of your bed, filled with his cum.

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[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

Can you do Stolas with an imp and the imp falling for Stolas but hiding it, Stolas eventually finding out and confessing he felt the same? With Stolas being *ahem* himself per say

Stolas with Imp S/O

Youd worked all over Hell, in many occupations. From cooking to cleaning and a wide variety of maintenance.

And with your extensive experience in so many fields, it wasnt difficult to get a job serving in the prestigious Goetia Palace.

You got used to your duties quickly, thoroughly cleaning the east wing when lord Stolas walked by.

Now you'd only had a brief interaction with the owl Demon during your time at the palace, but by all rights he seemed a decent fellow, at least by Demonic Overlord standards.

However, as he passed by he was confronted by his wife. His wife, Lady Stella, went off on him, demanding to know if he'd prepared for a gathering later that day.

You knew about the gathering, and it was very clear Stolas had not prepared for it.

You watched as the owl sputtered and tripped over his words as he desperately tried to explain to his wife why he hadn't prepared for it.

You don't really know why you did it, most Imps would give an arm and a leg to see a noble being given a thrashing by there wives.

But Stolas didn't deserve such a thing, so you stepped forwards, apologising on his behalf.

Telling her you were still new to the job and he was helping you with an urgent matter and that's why he was unable to prepare for the gathering.

Stella stared at you for a long moment and just when you thought she'd say something, she smacked you clean across the face.

Between Stella's inherent strength and your small size, the smack sent you into the nearest wall.

Stella told you coldly to never distract her husband again, and NEVER address her in such an insolent manner ever again.

Stolas was indignant, yelling at her that that was completely unnecessary. Getting her to out of the room he rushed to your side, ensuring you were alright.

Asking if you were alright, you told him It hurt like Hell, but you'd gone through worse. You had a chuckle before the owl thanked you for stepping in like that, asking why you'd do such a thing.

You told him up front, he was probably the best boss you'd had and you couldn't just watch him be chewed out like that.

After that incident, you found yourself with a day off. Although it was explained by a scheduling issue, you always thought of it as a thank you, from Stolas.

After that, however, Stolas seemed to keep you close, personally asking you to attend to tasks he was unable to, and over time you grew to be his go to Imp when he needed something important done.

You quickly made yourself indispensable to the Prince, using your diverse skill set you could handle just about anything he threw your way.

You would organise his day to day, tell him when and were something important was happening, you were basically his personal assistant and as such you were basically attached at the hip, doing everything and anything to support your Prince.

You spent the majority of your waking hours with the Stolas, and much to your growing dread, you found yourself falling for the Prince.

I mean he didn't make it easy on you. The fucking owl seemed to go out of his way to be as adorable as possible, acting like a big child. And it didn't help that he was genuinely kind to you, caring for you as more than just an asset. He treated you like a respected being.

And getting such attention from a noble, was... intoxicating.

A touch, a smile. The Owls harmonious laughter at some stupid joke you made, it was borderline addictive.

But as much as you may... crave~ his attention, you could never reveal these feelings.

You may be his favourite Imp, but you were an Imp none the less. You were so far beneath him there was no chance you could even hope to gain his attention.

And as much as that tore you up inside, you accepted that. Deciding instead to channel that affection in a way that would best serve your prince.

Stolas was quite fond of you.

He was so used to people only helping him in return for something, But you were different. You served him while asking for nothing in return.

His colder, aristocratic side would say you were just doing your duty, just serving like a good little Imp should.

But he could tell. You went above and beyond serving him, helping him in every endeavour he faced.

Over time, he noticed you becoming more affectionate, being more open and light hearted, treating him more like a friend than a Prince, like everyone else did. Something the Owl found intoxicating in its own right.

Of course he had his Owlet for unconditional love and affection, but your affectionate had this strange affect on him. You were kind to him, asking nothing in return, and that made him all fuzzy inside.

But just as he came to enjoy your affection, feeling like he had something to make the cold and cut throat reality of nobility bearable, you pulled back. You became more formal, like all the others in his life that served him.

And while at first he had hoped it was just a temporary hiccup, it quickly got to a point stolas couldn't take it anymore.

The owl ended up using every trick he could think of to figure out just why you'd pulled back.

It was somewhat underhanded, but one night, after you'd said goodnight, Stolas used his Grimoire and observed your unconcious mind. But he never would have expected what he saw.

He got a full view of how you viewed him.

He didn't know if he should be flattered or shocked, as in your eyes he was on parr with a diety.

He was this being of pure mercy and kindness, so far above you, you held your feelings back because you believed there was no way you could get close to him.

Your dream slowly morphed to reveal how terrified you were of admitting it, an all consuming fear that such information would destroy the relationship you held as the most important thing in your life.

Stolas was in shock.

Afterwards he spent the whole night thinking about you.

He couldnt deny he had strong feelings towards you.

After all, you'd always gone above and beyond for him, you were his most trusted and beloved servant, and... he liked to think of you as his friend.

But now that he knew your dedication was fuelled by love, it gave him a whole new perspective to your behaviour.

The way you smiled at him.

The way you laughed at his jokes.

The way you stuck close to him, the way you got defensive on his behalf, so much so you'd started fights with other staff members whom had disrespected him.

All these actions had once seemed so innocent, seemingly coming from your deep sense of loyalty and commitment.

But now, he knew they came from a place of love and devotion.

He spent the whole night thinking it over, pacing his office, deep in thought.

But no matter how hard he thought about it, he always reached the same conclusion.

He loved you.

He knew it was crazy. After all, he had a family. He had a loving- er... Well, he had a wife.

He had a beautiful daughter, and yet here he was, having unknowingly fallen for an Imp.

He went over it a hundred times and every time he thought about it he simply couldn't deny his feelings for you.

You were kind, loving and selfless. Youd always seemed to put his needs above your own And for Stolas, whom had never know selfless love. He realised it was all hed ever wanted.

Now Stolas had to decide what to do with this information.

Unfortunately Stolas couldn't keep a secret from you to save his life, you could simply read him to well.

And it wouldn't take long for him to crack, finding it impossible to keep such a major secret from you.

He'd get you somewhere private, using the excuse of business to get you alone.

Once he was confident you wouldn't be interrupted, he'd basically pin you to a wall, the owl hesitating for a moment before telling you, he knew.

You tried to play it off, telling him you didn't know what he was talking about.

Only for Stolas to snap at you, telling you, you knew exactly what he was talking about.

He leaned in close, whispering he knew you loved him.

You tried to stay composed, but internally you were freaking. Doing your best to keep calm and play it off.

The problem was Stolas was so close, you could smell his morning coffee and he was staring right at you, not giving you any time to calm down and think of a clever excuse.

But you couldn't. You couldn't lie to his face.

So you confessed, you confessed to loving him. You confessed you loved him more than anything, more then you knew how to handle. So you hid it from him.

There was a long silence.

You expected him to drop you, throw you to the side and tell you to get out of his sight, or maybe just kill you then and there.

But he didn't, instead he... he kissed you.

He planted a deep passionate kiss right on the lips, and... and you just couldn't help but return it. You wrapped your smaller arms around his neck, giving him your all.

Breaking the kiss, Stolas cupped your cheek and you were left stunned once again, when he told you... He loved you too.

You were so happy you were almost in tears, holding Stolas so close you almost feared you'd snap him in half, the two of you sharing a moment of joy and warmth.

You pressed your forheads and for the first time in both your lives you held someone you knew loved you for you close.

You held each other close for a long while, Stolas pressing you against his chest. Leaning back, you just smiled at each other.

It was a warm little smile, a smile you gave to someone you cared for deeply.

Scratching your neck, you asked him "What comes next?"

A devious little smile crossed his lips as he stared down at you, a predatory glow to his crimson gaze.

He carried you briskly to the nearest bedroom, carrying you to the bed he dropped you, pressing you against the bed.

Sliding his hands up your shirt, he purred down at you, "After all you've done for me, I think it's only fair..." He licked his lips, "I return the favour."

He stripped you down slowly, trailing kisses across your body.

You spent the night together, wrapped in throws of passion, Stolas doing his very best to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

You went at it long into the night, you pouring all the love and affection you'd repressed for so long.

There being one particular moment where the owl lost his mind when you flipped him over, pinning him down and took control.

You went at it until you collapsed in each other's embrace.

The next morning was like a whole new reality for you two. You held each other close and just relished the new found love you had for each other.

Your relationship would continue in secret, the both of you desperate to keep this new flame alive. Your position as his right hand Imp enabling you to stay close and be with him in private without raising any suspicion.

The two of you had frequent little 'rendezvous', where ever, when ever you wanted too without much issue.

Stolas' favourite was having a quick romp in the car on the way home from a meeting.

As amazing as your romance would be, there would always be a risk hanging over, something you were always cautious of. Although your concerns were dismissed by Stolas and you really found it hard to stay focused around him.

But as perfext as your relationship was, it would all come crashing down when you were discovered by Stella.

Now Stella's reaction could vary drastically depending on the nature of there marriage.

If Stella genuinely loved Stolas, she'd likely loose her shit.

Going off on Stolas while also likely try to kill you.

The family would be divided much like with Blitzø, although this time you would actually be there to support Stolas emotionally, not to mention you'd likely have a decent chance of getting along with Octavia.

But If there union was, say, more business than personal. Well... terms could be reached.

She'd still likely freak out, but Stolas could temper her fury before it could get out of hand.

They could reach an accord, you and him could be together so long as your relationship never sees the light of day.

After that, your relationship went up a notch, Stolas not having to hold back like before, he would basically go feral with you, spending every available second wrapped in a passionate embrace with you.

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[just-a-little-cellist]

Hi, could you make headcanons of Mark Hoffman as a boyfriend(and if possible some NSFW), thanks ^-^

A/N: i don't know whether to be excited that people are requesting for saw or disappointed that y'all are fuelling my hoffman brainrot

nsfw is under the cut ;) enjoy!!

Mark Hoffman as a boyfriend:

- Oh? What was that? Did somebody say POSSESSIVE?

- Mark is heavily, heavily protective of you, especially considering his profession. Ever since he lost his sister, he's struggled to connect with people, so now that he has you he will burn down the world to keep you with him.

- One thing that helps to comfort him in this regard is PDA. He doesn't want anything too over the top, but something as simple as holding his hand will keep him grounded. It reassures him that you're right beside him and you aren't going anywhere.

- Mark is, first and foremost, a workaholic. He'll often get caught up in his work for much longer than he realises and you'll have to remind him to take a break, though he never means to neglect you. If you ask to spend more time with him, he'll try to make time for you or at the bare minimum let you sit with him while he finishes reading through a case file.

- He absolutely melts whenever you kiss him on the cheek. It feels so innocent and sweet and it makes him fall more in love every time.

- Not usually one to initiate hugs, but he is definitely the type to wrap his arms around you from behind when he's feeling particularly affectionate.

- His love language is undoubtedly physical contact. He's never been the best with words, so he puts all his feelings into his touch - if he can't cuddle with you first thing in the morning, he's in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

- It takes a while for Mark to fully open up to you, just be patient with him. He does trust you, it's just that there's a lot of things he struggles to talk about.

- He is an incredibly observant boyfriend, and will remember all the little things about you, like your favourite flowers, or your over-specific coffee order.

- Truth be told, Mark is intrigued by you. You, the person who has somehow put up with his cold demeanor and shattered the walls he put up, acting like loving him was the most simple thing in the world. As cliche as it is, you changed him for the better, and he has no idea how you managed to do it.

(NSFW!!)

- Mark is very dominant in the bedroom, however he's more gentle than you might expect him to be.

- He is wary of hurting you, since you're a lot more delicate than he is, and is careful about trying anything too extreme, even if you're the one to suggest it.

- But don't get me wrong, he likes it a little rough.

- If he's pent up after a hard day he'll get home and immediately bend you over the nearest surface, no hesitation.

- (consent is important to him though so the second you tell him to stop he'll panic internally, not wanting to cause you serious harm)

- Dear lord can this man talk dirty.

- He's not one for degrading, but will whisper the filthiest things in your ear as he fucks you, or while you're in public to fluster you.

- Make sure you've got something to cover your neck because Mark will constantly leave love bites all over you, although if you show them off it will drive him insane.

- His main kinks are bondage, light exhibitionism, choking, marking, and light impact play.

- also probably a daddy kink

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