#the windows were so mmmmmm nice

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Futile Devices

Miguel O'Hara x civilian f!reader

Summary: The deal was explicitly no strings attached. You were finding it harder to keep up your end of the bargain. 

Word Count: 8.2k (A behemoth of a fic, I'm so sorry guys)

Warnings: FWB, language, angst, reader is totally in love with Miguel, Miguel being a bit of an ass, probably a tad toxic? SMUT, p in v (no protection), cum play, low-key breeding kink? Like super low-key. Oral (f receiving). Miguel climbing through windows. Idk why I'm obsessed with that thought lmfao I make him climb through windows every chance I get. Idiots in love. Probably a rushed ending, sorry!

Thanks to @whatthefishh for beta-reading. Partly inspired by this.

Also, this is mega ultra cliche, we all know they're gonna end up together, so just enjoy the ride! It's not the destination, it's the journey 😌 Hope you guys enjoy, and if you do, pls let me know what you think! I love reading your comments!

MDNI pls.

...

It was always a mission getting to Miguel's office.

Headquarters wasn't built to accommodate civilians, the winding pathways and corridors a danger if one wasn't too careful.

You had to be extra careful. 

You hurried toward Miguel's office, heels clicking against clean tiled floors as you dodged a fuck ton of spider people and the inescapable attention of one annoying Peter Parker.

"Come on," Peter Parker number two hundred tried his luck again, "just one date. I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go." 

"No." You rolled your eyes, swatting him with the manilla folder in your hands like you would a fly. 

“Look, all I’m saying is you should give me a shot. I’m funny.”

“So is every other Peter Parker I’ve encountered.”

“I’m different.”

“I doubt it.” 

He deflated, keeping up with your quick steps. “Who doesn’t like funny guys?”

“Me.”

“Sure,” he stretched the word out, unconvinced, "so if not funny guys then what? The ones with sticks up their asses, like Miguel?" He snorted with a shake of his head. You knew it was a sort of rhetorical question but you couldn’t help swallowing thickly, your hands gripping the folder a little too tightly. 

Yeah. Something like that.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach when Peter Parker two hundred raised his brows at your silence. So maybe he did want an answer.

"Nah, there's no way. I'll try again tomorrow." He smiled, shooting a web out in some random direction and swinging off toward the floor above. 

Fuck. That was close.

You breathed a sigh of relief, loosening your fingers over the folder before quickly hurrying toward your destination. 

You pressed your watch against the sensor outside of Miguel's office, waiting for the metal door to slide open. It didn't. You tried again. Still nothing. Again. It wouldn't budge.

"Ugh, come on, Miguel!" You banged the door with a tiny fist as if that would make a difference, "open up!" 

Lyla appeared suddenly, her sprite-like form circling your head once before she faced you.

"You probably shouldn't go in there," she warned, "he's in a…mood." 

"He’s always in a mood," your hands were on your hips now, the manilla folder crinkling further in your hand, "I need to report a couple of grievances—"

"Mmmmmm, I'm sure that's the last thing he wants to hear right now, Miss HR." God you hated when they called you that. You rolled your eyes, swatting her away with the folder which did nothing, of course, and pressed your watch against the sensor. 

"That's not gonna work, honey."

"So let me in." 

"Promise to be nice?"

"To who?" You snorted, "You or Miguel?" 

"Me," Lyla grinned, adjusting her heart-shaped glasses, "forget Miguel." 

You sighed, cracking a smile, "Lyla, would you please let me into Miguel's office?" The Ai made a noise of approval, comically saluting you before granting you access.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya." She sang, disappearing from your sight. 

You sighed. Miguel's shifting moods were nothing new to you—not anymore. Back when you both worked at Alchemax, he was passive and less quick to anger. But that seemed a lifetime ago. 

Life progresses. People change.

“Mig?” You called out, peering up toward his solitary platform. You could hear the soft hisses of machinery, the yellow glow of Miguel’s holo screens illuminating the area above like a radiant star.

He didn’t answer. 

“Miguel,” you tried again, “we have some things to discuss.” You slapped the manilla folder against your hand as if he’d recognize the sound of formal complaints filed within the last week. 

The platform began to descend after a moment, and you breathed a sigh of relief as his figure came into view. His shoulders were stiff, his body rigid as he swiped through the yellow screens.

“I told Lyla not to let anyone in.” His voice was cold, frigid even. He didn’t bother to face you, his eyes pinned to his screens as he leaned forward, the muscles of his back flexing through his suit. 

You couldn’t see what he was looking at but you could hear it: the soft giggles of a little girl, the cheers of a soccer game, the chuckles of a man now broken. It wasn’t the first time you’d heard the sounds of Miguel’s past. It probably wouldn’t be the last either.

“I-uh, got some reports to share with you.” You felt foolish. Lyla was right. HR complaints were the last thing on Miguel’s mind. 

“Reports of the anomaly on Earth 9811?” Your brows pinched in irritation. He knew those weren’t the reports you had. You were fucking HR, not on active duty, let alone a spider person. 

"No, you'd have to ask Jess or Gwen about that, but you need to listen—"

“I don’t want to hear it.” He grunted. You saw his hands form fists at his sides, the same hands that’d fisted your sheets in the throes of pleasure just days ago. 

You shook your head. It was not the time for that kind of thought. 

You carefully opened the crinkled folder, pulling out the paperwork you’d printed from your antique printer to read aloud from it.

“Peter Parker of Earth 5431-02 has formally filed a complaint,” you began, your eyes scanning the black text before releasing an exasperated sigh, “he’s saying you threw a chair at him?” Miguel grunted, the holo screens shutting off at his (Lyla’s) command.

“He’s an idiot.” Miguel snapped, finally turning to face you, his sharp features shadowed by the lack of light. He regarded you carefully, red eyes tracing your figure. You’ve grown used to the way his eyes lingered over you, especially when you were under him, his body pressed against yours, but sometimes you couldn’t help but squirm under his more severe gaze.

“Well, yeah,” you reluctantly agreed with a tilt of your head, “but a chair, Miguel?”

“It’s not like it hurt him...badly.”

“That's not the point."

“The point is that I got my point across.” Miguel snorted. 

"It's the principle. You don't go around throwing fucking chairs at the people who work for you!" 

"Mhm." 

"You're their boss! What kind of behavior is that?"

"Uh-huh." 

You were about ready to strangle him but knew your fingers couldn’t even go around his throat properly. You’ve tried before, under very different circumstances. You settled for pinching the bridge of your nose, as he often did, taking a breath to calm yourself before you completely lost your shit. "Listen to me."

"I'm listening, HR."

"Ugh, look," you pointed a finger up toward him, your brows knitted in obvious irritation, "annoying or not, he's still a member of the Spider Society, therefore, he has every right—”

“—to file a grievance under any circumstance as a result of an injustice, discrimination, or harmful behavior, and is to be given the respect to which every spider person is due as a valued member of the society. I know.” Miguel finished the legal jargon for you, hopping off the platform with an ease that’d always surprised you.

He stepped into your space, his large body casting a long shadow over you as he snatched the crinkled paperwork from your hands. 

“I’ll speak with him.” He grunted. You pursed your lips, watching as his eyes scanned over the page.

"Make it right, Mig. Apologize. Formally. Or informally. It doesn’t matter— there’s nothing normal about this place anyway.” You placed your hands on your hips as you leaned forward, aware of how he was suddenly gazing down at you. “Just be nice, okay? Compensate him with, I dunno, a minor mission. He always wants to get involved, so let him.” 

Miguel rolled his eyes, heaving a great sigh while running his hand through his hair. “Fine.”

“And no more throwing chairs to make a point.”

“Uh-huh, fine, anything else?” God, you wanted to smack him. You opted for snatching back the paperwork from his hand, smoothing out the wrinkles over your skirt-clad thighs before searching for the proper page.

“Yeah," you brought a finger down on the page, "the spiders are getting bored of the cafeteria food.” That was enough for Miguel's face to pinch in displeasure.

“What’s wrong with empanadas and churros?” He scoffed, waving his hand to dismiss the complaint, “And that stupid blue burger with my face on it?” He paused, eyes squinting for a moment, “You know what? That can go. Get rid of it.”

“Fine. Do I have permission to organize a survey?”

“For food?” 

“Yes, for food. They want options.” 

“Aye, por Dios,” Miguel grunted, waving his hand again, “Fine.” 

“Fine.” 

“Anything else?” 

“Nope.” You organized the documents back into the manila folder before handing it over to him.

“You know you could just send this electronically, right?” He looked down at the folder, his eyes tracing your neat cursive in black ink.

“I’m old-fashioned.” You shrugged, turning on your heels. You heard him snort out a laugh, a tiny thing that made you smile. He has a nice laugh.

“One more thing,” Miguel called out, demandingly. You looked over your shoulder at him as he regarded you with heavy eyes.

“What is it?” 

He boarded the platform once again, the machinery coming to life and slowly elevating him back to his preferred height. He tossed the folder somewhere over the desk, to be forgotten. It was the least of his worries at that moment.

You watched Miguel ascend above you like some kind of heavenly being, the yellow light of the holo screens illuminating his tan skin till he glowed molten gold. You waited on him with bated breath, his response sinking straight to your core.

“Keep your window unlocked tonight.” 

…

He loves it when you ride him. 

His large hands were glued to your hips as you bounced on him expertly, your cunt soaking him in your sticky juices. 

Most nights began this way—with Miguel's cock buried deep in your pussy after a long day of enduring his insufferable attitude. You'd fuck the stress out of him—fuck the astronomical weight of the multiverse off his shoulders if only for a few short hours.

"Been thinking about this all day." He groaned under you, throwing his head back over your pillow when he felt your walls grip his length viciously, fighting to keep him in.

"Yeah?" You gasped, your hands firmly planted on his bare chest as you made work of your hips, rotating them in delicious circles—the way he liked—your thighs spread wide to accommodate his massive size. "W-wasn't enough to curb that a-attitude though, huh?" 

Even amid the utmost pleasure—of Miguel's length hitting a spot that had you trembling—you found the strength to taunt him, your hazy eyes catching a glimpse of the twitch in his brow. That meant trouble.

Within seconds Miguel had you on your back, his imposing body trapping you against your mattress. His cock slipped out for a moment but he had no problem finding his way back into your slippery channel, snapping his hips strategically to reach as deep as he could.

You cried out, your hands scrambling to find purchase over his shoulders, your pretty manicured nails digging into his perfectly golden skin.

"F-fuck! Miguel!"

"Wanna say that again?" He growled, his face hovering mere centimeters from yours, "Go ahead, say it again." You did nothing but whimper as he pounded into you mercilessly, his cock stretching you open. 

"That's what I thought." Miguel chuckled smugly, delighting in your little chokes and stutters, egging him to keep pounding you relentlessly. You tried speaking—tried to articulate your words to him, but you couldn't, too cock drunk to focus on anything else but his gorgeous face twisted up in pleasure and his thick cock kissing the secret place within you.

He had you coming soon after, stars exploding behind your lids as you trembled in his arms. Your cunt squeezed him just right and he came, panting in your ear as he filled you to the brim. 

His spend stained your sheets when he pulled out, and as always, he watched it dribble out from your swollen cunt with lidded eyes. He wasted no time in taking his fingers and stuffing the mess back in.

“Keep me in there.” He muttered, swiping through your puffy folds one final time before he ripped himself from you. You immediately soured, keeping your gaze on him as he quickly cleaned himself off with a cloth you left for him on your nightstand. 

You admired his figure: the ripple of his muscles as he moved, the broadness of his shoulders, the glow of his skin in the dim lighting of your bedroom. 

Miguel was gorgeous. You’ve always thought so.

His suit glitched before coming to life, covering his sculpted body in the usual blue and red you've come to know. 

“Did…you want to eat before you go?” Dinner was on the stove, cold but still good. You sat up against your headboard, more of his spend leaking out as you fiddled with your fingers over the soiled sheets. 

Miguel shook his head, sighing as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“I have to go.” He said, stepping forward, grabbing your hand, and placing a chaste kiss over your knuckles. It was the only form of affection he’d allowed himself to give you. He’d never kissed you before. Probably never will. It wasn't part of the deal.

Your heart sunk, your skin searing where his lips had lingered. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Most nights ended this way—with your aching cunt full of his seed and your eyes wet with unshed tears as you watched him leave through your window, disappearing into the night.

…

A few days later, Peter B. Parker landed in your office. Quite literally. 

He plopped down on the seat in front of yours from seemingly nowhere, a messily packed diaper bag hanging loosely from his shoulder. He had his daughter snuggly pressed against his chest in her carrier, her chubby arms and legs flailing over his pink robe.

You yelped, dropping the pen in your hand, clutching your chest in freight. 

“Jesus! Where the hell did you just come from?!”

“Up there.” Peter pointed up. You followed his line of vision, noting the door to the air vent busted open, barely hanging from its hinges. “Sorry about the vent.” He offered sheepishly, taking a large bite of a slice of pizza he'd pulled from a greased-up brown paper bag. 

"You could've just taken the elevator!"

"Takes too long to get to the basement.” He said between a mouthful of pizza, “Why'd Miguel give you an office down here anyway?" 

"I'm scared of heights." You reminded him, watching Mayday struggle to release herself from her carrier prison. Peter snorted out a laugh, dropping the diaper bag on the floor while simultaneously taking another bite of his pizza.

“Doesn’t make sense to work in a place like this.”

“It was the deal I made when Miguel asked me to work for him. Chew with your mouth closed.”

“Have you tried the cafeteria pizza?" He asked suddenly, ignoring your demand and speaking with another mouth full of the greasy treat, "It's the new thing. Everyone's going crazy."

You smiled smugly. "I know. You’re welcome."

“Ah, I should've known Miss HR was behind this!” You rolled your eyes at the nickname, rummaging through your drawer before tossing him a few napkins.

“What can I do for you, Peter?” 

Mayday whined, crawling out of the carrier and over her father’s thighs. She hopped on your desk, scattering some of your paperwork. You quickly caught her before she tumbled off the edge, cooing at her before placing her in your lap. You squeezed her in your arms and she let out a scream of delight before squirming, reaching out in wonder at the different knick-knacks on your desk. 

“Right, almost forgot." Peter took the last bite of his pizza, wiping his face and fingers with the napkins you provided before his face morphed into something serious. "Is this guy bothering you?” He pulled out a yellow holo pad, one presumably given to him by Miguel, revealing a video of you and Peter Parker two hundred from the other day. 

You blinked, your eyes tracing the moving image carefully.

”Oh. Not really,” you finally said, ripping your gaze away from the screen, “Nothing I can't handle. Why?” 

“Miguel asked me to investigate the situation discreetly.” 

"Asked?"

"Well, demanded, you know Miguel," Peter shrugged, reaching down into the diaper bag and procuring a lollipop when Mayday began to whine, “he’s concerned. I figured it’d be easier to just ask you about it.” 

You frowned, grasping the sweet when he handed it over to you, pulling off the wrapper and placing it in Mayday's chubby hand, “That’s hardly discreet.”

“I didn’t wanna follow the guy around!” 

“He's making you do that?”

“‘Of course he is. Doesn't like the guy. He barely tolerates me!” 

You snorted. “Why does Miguel even care?”

"You know him better than any of us do. If anyone would know, it’s you." 

Well, that was true.

You knew Miguel before he created the Spider Society, before he was ever Spider-Man. You knew him before his addiction to Rapture, before he experienced fatherhood, before he lost Gabriella. 

Back when, to the world, he was just some guy in a white lab coat. 

But he was never just some guy to you. 

You’ve loved Miguel for years. You’d loved him in your early days at Alchemax, when he was fresh out of college and eager to begin his shaky career, back when you were hanging on to the corporation by a measly thread of an unpaid internship. You were a pair, stuck to each other like glue.

A few years later, when you both decided to take it a step further and mess around, well, that only ignited your feelings further. Miguel was an attentive lover. He knew your needs and fulfilled them, taking you to the heights of pleasure before humbling you just as smoothly with his strict rules about your agreement. 

He didn’t have time to cater to someone's feelings—didn’t have time for a romantic relationship when he had too much on his plate. But his sexual appetite demanded attention—and why not with someone he’s called a friend for years? 

You were just a friend. And that’s all you’d ever be. 

It was just sex. That's all it'd ever be.

“You okay?” Peter ripped you away from your thoughts, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered with a sigh, gently resting your chin over Mayday’s soft curls. “Is Miguel worried?” 

“You’re the closest thing he has to a friend, of course he’s worried about you. Those were his words, not mine.” Peter shrugged, putting his holo pad away, “so is there a cause for concern?” The thought alone almost made you smile. Almost. Instead, you scoffed, shaking your head.

“I’m usually the one that handles these situations, you know.”

“And who’s supposed to help you?”

“I don’t need help.” 

“Right.” He didn’t seem convinced. “Miguel doesn't seem to think so. You sure?”

“Very.”

“Alright, I did my part!” He clapped his hands as if he’d successfully completed a mission, “Time to go, Mayday!” He stood, grabbing the babbling baby from you and placing her back in the carrier.

"She's precious." You said, gently pinching Mayday's drool-covered cheek as she teethed over her lollipop.

"Takes after her dad." Peter grinned, snatching up the diaper bag, "Listen, if you ever need any help—"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, get outta here, Parker." You shooed him away, quickly organizing your wrinkled paperwork together. You could still feel his eyes on you as you kept your hands busy, and when you finally looked at him he had a silly smile on his face.

"What?"

“You guys are idiots." He was still grinning.

"What?"

"Nothin'," he said, pressing a kiss to Mayday's red curls, "Just do me a favor. Don't mention any of this to Miguel, alright?" 

You crossed your arms, leaning back against your swivel chair. "Sure."

...

"So you think I need help?"

Miguel's hands immediately stilled on your hips as you stirred the boiling pasta over your electric stove. 

You didn't hear him come in, but you had a feeling he’d show up. It had been a couple of days since he’d fucked you, and there were many stressful days between then and now.

So you’d left your window unlocked just in case.

"What are you talking about?" He muttered, his fingers lightly dancing on your waist before pulling away completely.  

"Nothing." You huffed to yourself, cutting off the heat and getting on your toes to reach for the pasta strainer on the shelf above. After a second of watching you struggle, Miguel put a hand on your shoulder to stop you, reaching forward to grab it for you.

"Doesn’t sound like ‘nothing’.” He finally said, observing you strain the pasta over the sink, the steam from the hot water engulfing you both in what felt like a thick cloud of tension. You peered over your shoulder at him, your eyes raking over his solid form.

“You know, Peter Parker two hundred?” You asked, witnessing his face contort from passive to extreme annoyance.

He sucked his teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose. He leaned back against your counter, looking so out of place in your tiny kitchen, his broad shoulders almost the entire width of your cupboard. “I told Peter to be discreet.”

“He said you’re worried about your only friend.” You continued to tease him, emphasizing the word as you lifted the lid to a pot where a homemade Pomodoro sauce was bubbling. 

“I said that?” Miguel muttered, feigning innocence, watching you take a spoon and scoop some of the red sauce for a quick taste. You could feel his gaze on you, his eyes tracing the way your tongue licked off the remnants of sauce. 

You hummed in approval before scooping up some more and turning to offer Miguel a taste. You lifted the spoon toward him, and after a moment of contemplation, he hunched forward with arms crossed over his toned chest, mouth opening slightly to allow you to press the spoon past his lips. 

His eyes fluttered as he savored the rich taste, humming his own tune of approval. 

"Is it good?" 

“Mhm.”

You beamed, eyeing how he licked his lips like a satisfied cat, his fangs protruding slightly when he ran his tongue over them. The same fangs you’ve felt over your delicate skin from time to time. 

Miguel was a biter. You didn’t mind.

Miguel grunted, using his thumb to wipe off a bit of sauce that lingered near the corner of your lips. You inhaled a shaky breath, your eyes fluttering from the heat of his touch.

"What else did he say?" He murmured, looming over you, his hand now gently cradling the back of your neck, thumb caressing your skin. 

"T-that you're worried about me?" You breathed. Miguel pulled you closer suddenly, the faintest noise of surprise escaping you. His suit always felt strange under your fingers, the digitized fabric almost slippery, like fine silk. It was ridiculous how perfect you felt wrapped up in his arms. You sometimes wished he'd show up in civilian clothes. You missed his lazy outfits when he'd throw on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats. 

You couldn't remember the last time you'd seen him in anything other than his suit (and his naked form, of course). It meant he was always on the clock, devoting all his precious time to the multiverse. 

It meant that whenever he was alone with you, he considered it work.

And yet, the suit made you feel secure and safe—like nothing in the world could harm you. And there was truth to that, though the only thing harming you these days was Miguel himself. But that was your fault too.

The deal was explicitly no strings attached. You were finding it harder to keep up your end of the bargain. 

You gazed at his full lips. You desperately wanted to taste them, to know how soft and warm they would feel molded against yours. If you were brave enough you might have stolen a taste, might have felt those sharp canines for yourself on your tongue.

Miguel’s thick fingers trailed into your hair, gripping the roots with just a hint of pressure, his lidded eyes taking in every part of your face: your brows, your eyes, the bridge of your nose, and your supple lips—wet and swollen from biting them so damn much.

"Maybe just a little," he finally answered, his shoulders shifting in a slight shrug. You could feel his length press against your hip, hot and throbbing, demanding attention. 

It filled you with pride knowing your proximity was enough to get him excited. It shouldn't though. It was only arousal. Basic primal instincts. 

You shouldn’t be feeling pride for any of this. You had to remind yourself of that.

You closed your eyes, willing your heartbeat to slow down just a bit. Could you really be this love-sick? So hung up on a man who was emotionally unavailable? If you hadn’t fallen before, then you knew you were plummeting now, so far gone that you’d let Miguel do anything to you.

So when he whisked you away to your bedroom, dinner long forgotten, you didn’t put up a fight.

He fucked you from behind. 

It was a tight stretch, your wet cunt fighting him as he tried pressing his swollen tip in with little luck. 

"Gotta let me in," he grunted, spreading your cheeks wide to gaze down at your twitching holes, "you're too tight. Let me in." 

"I'm trying," you panted, tears in your eyes as you buried your face into the sheets, "i-it's been a while." 

"It's okay," his large hands caressed the globes of your ass in comfort, "it's my fault. Haven't been fucking you enough, hm? S'my fault." Miguel rubbed his cock through your soaked folds a few times, the obscene noises of your sopping cunt causing him to grunt. 

"Goddamn, so fuckin' wet." He muttered before lining himself up and carefully pushing in again. You cried out, fisting the sheets when he successfully got the tip in. He groaned, the guttural sound masking your tiny mewls as he pushed on, your wet cunt coating him entirely in your sticky essence, easing his entry just a bit.

"Fuck, Miguel, it h-hurts." You whined, the stretch of him both painful and pleasurable as he bullied his way in, his girthy cock plunging through your fluttering walls. 

"Shh, I know." He rarely cooed as he did now, reassuring you with gentle noises and tender touches as he eased into you, balls deep in your core, “Look how good you’re doing for me. S’good.” A fresh wave of arousal dripped from you at his praise, your fluttering cunt allowing him to push and pull as he pleased.

He began a steady rhythm, holding your hips tightly to work you over his length, muttering to himself all the while as he watched how your creamy juices clung to his cock and covered his skin.

The pain quickly subsided into blinding pleasure. Miguel had you mewling into your mattress, your eyes rolling and drool slipping past your lips, your back impossibly arched, and your swollen cunt wetter than it’s ever been. The slapslapslap of his hips against your ass was loud in the quiet of your bedroom, your moans even louder when he skillfully hit something inside you that made you see stars every single time. 

You loved the feel of him, loved the stretch of his cock, loved how your cunt would ache for days after as if to remember him. 

“Coño,” Miguel growled, keeping a large hand on your lower back to keep you steady in your arched position, “you sound so pretty when I fuck you.” He suddenly gripped your hair, pulling you up as he curved over you, continuing to spill filth into your ears.

It was too much. 

“M-Miguel, I’m g-gonna—”

“Cum for me.” 

That was it. The dam burst within you, your eyes rolling back as you cried out, cunt spasming and gushing all over him.

“That’s it,” he muttered, sloppily thrusting into your tightening core, “good girl.”

“Miguel,” you continued to whine, grinding against him, “Fuuuck, I love you.” 

You didn’t even realize what you said until it was too late, so wrapped up in the bliss of it all that your mouth worked faster than your brain could think.

You froze when you felt him still above you. He released your hair, bringing his hand back to your hips before gripping them viciously, chasing his own release. He rammed into you faster, slamming his hips against your ass one final time before letting out a guttural groan deep from within the confines of his chest. You could only imagine how he looked: tan skin glistening, chocolate hair plastered against his brow and head tossed back in pleasure. 

Miguel said nothing as he gently removed his cock from your aching sex, letting his seed dribble out from you and soak into the sheets.

As soon as you turned around he was already in his suit, pushing a few buttons on his watch before he brought his wine-colored eyes to you. 

"I have to go."

“Mig?” You whispered his name softly, your naked body burning with embarrassment, “I-I’m sorry I—”

"I’ll see you tomorrow.” It was the same thing he always said, but it hurt twice as much. It was as if he were on autopilot, disconnected from what just happened. 

You felt your heart plummet into your stomach as you watched Miguel leave through your window with a speed he usually reserved for missions.

His spend caked your thighs. There was so much of it coming out of you, more so than usual, his cum ruining your sheets enough that you’d need to change them before bed. 

You sniffled, eyes watering, tears threatening to fall. He didn’t even kiss your hand goodbye.

You ripped yourself away from the soiled sheets, stomping over to your window as his cum leaked down your inner thighs before slamming it closed, locking it for good.

...

“You made this?” Miles exclaimed with a mouth full of spaghetti, clumsily twirling another forkful over his paper plate. You were handing out some of the spiders' leftover Pomodoro pasta from the previous night. You’d lost your appetite. It’d be a shame if you let it all go to waste.

“Yeah, eat up, there’s enough for everyone.” You scooped out more pasta from a Tupperware and onto a paper plate for Gwen. The younger girl’s eyes sparkled as she grabbed the plate, immediately slurping up a bite.

“Oh my god,” she muttered, lips covered in red sauce, “why are you working at the Spider Society when you could be a chef?”

“It’s because Miguel begged her to work here,” Miles quipped, a lone spaghetti hanging from his mouth.

“And who told you that?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Uhh,” his eyes flew over to Peter B., who was waiting patiently for his own plate of pasta to be served. You turned and narrowed your eyes at Peter, who chuckled nervously. 

“Listen,” he began, hands thrown up in surrender, “the kid got curious, okay? He was convincing, I mean, look at those eyes.” You huffed, snatching Peter’s plate and loading it up with pasta.

“You guys are annoying,” you muttered with no bite, shifting your gaze toward Hobie, who sat quietly with his legs thrown up on the table, “Hobie, fuck the government and all that, but you need to get your dirty boots off the table if you want some food.” 

Hobie sighed dramatically, letting his boots drop to the ground.

“Fine, boss lady.” 

Satisfied, you handed him a plate.

“So, let’s talk about you being a chef?” Gwen tried again, scrapping the remaining bits off her plate. 

“It’s just pasta,” you shrugged, pulling out a chair and taking a seat, “anyone can make a Pomodoro.”

“My dad can’t.”

“…why?”

“He’s Irish.”

“And a bloody cop,” Hobie interjected, twirling his pasta with a plastic fork, “hate those.”

“Here we go,” Gwen huffed, the beginnings of an argument forming. You chose to ignore them, letting Gwen, Miles, and Hobie bicker between themselves.

You squirmed in your seat, crossing your legs to cure the throbbing within. You could still feel Miguel, the stretch of his cock, and the inevitable ache that lingered afterward. You were still full of him, your cunt wet even hours later, plaguing you with the thought of never feeling him again. 

You drummed your fingers over the messy table littered with paper plates and napkins, your body hunched forward, lost in thought.

“So…” Peter began, adjusting the collar of his pink robe, “you gonna tell me what’s going on or am I gonna have to force it outta you?” You whipped your head to look at him, brows furrowed as you regarded him.

“What makes you think something’s going on?” You whispered, hoping the cafeteria was loud enough so the rest of the table wouldn’t hear.

“Something’s going on or you wouldn’t be whispering,” Peter whispered back, his blue eyes pinned to yours as he searched for answers. 

“It’s nothing.” You answered quickly, continuing to squirm in your seat, fighting to ignore your achy cunt. 

“Did you guys finally smooch?” You froze, your hands gripping the edge of the table with a force that made your knuckles go white. 

“Peter, what the fuck are you talking about?” You hissed, watching him happily eat his Pomodoro.

“You think I don’t know?” He challenged, “It might not be obvious to everyone else but I know what’s going on.” He winked at you, dabbing a napkin messily over his mouth.

Your heart was pounding, ready to beat out your chest, but you schooled your features as best you could. You swallowed thickly, crossing your arms over your chest as if to make yourself smaller. 

“Okay, fine, you know. What of it?” 

“Miguel’s being mopey.”

“Mopey?” You snorted, shaking your head, “He’s always mopey, isn’t he?”

“This is a different kind of mopey,” Peter raised a brow, “it’s actually kind of… frightening.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s got nothing to do with us, for once. Usually one of us pisses him off enough to throw things but he’s on a mission. Said he needed to clear his head. So what happened?” You sighed, shoulders sagging.

“I might have said something I wasn’t supposed to last night.”

“What?”

“We made a deal,” you explained in a whisper, “no feelings, just…you know,” you wiggled your fingers, hoping it would be enough of an explanation. Peter nodded, urging you to continue, “Well, I messed up.”

“How?”

“ItoldhimIlovehim.” You blurted out, your hands flying over your mouth. Peter blinked with a subtle tilt of his head, before a grin stretched over his lips. You groaned, now covering your eyes, “W-what is that, why are you smiling? Stop it.”

“I mean, one of you had to say it first.”

“Peter, you’re killing me here.” He rolled his eyes, inching close enough till your knees brushed against his.

“You don’t think the big guy feels the same way?”

“No!” You squeaked incredulously, “There’s no way. You should’ve seen him yesterday. He could barely look at me!” 

“You caught him off guard.”

“I know that, but he still could’ve said something. Anything.”

“He’s a guy. Guys are stupid.” You groaned, pushing your hair out of your face. You turned to look at the other spiders. You knew they’d been listening given the way they all turned away immediately.

“Someone is stupid,” you muttered to Peter, feeling dejected, “and it’s definitely not him.”

...

You took a deep breath before placing your watch over the sensor.

The door to Miguel’s office didn’t budge, not to your surprise. Lyla must have blocked the systems again.

What were you even doing there? 

You hadn’t seen Miguel in about a week. That was ample time to inform you he wanted nothing to do with you. You couldn't blame him but still, it was…unprofessional. He was your boss at the end of the day. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have started fucking the head of the Spider Society. Your weak heart wouldn’t be in shambles if you didn’t.

It was a stupid move, you knew, telling someone you love them in the throes of passion when they clearly weren’t on the same page, unprovoked or not. He probably hates you. He must. 

You’d given yourself enough time to think it through and given yourself so many pep talks before deciding a professional relationship with Miguel was for the best. No more friends with benefits.��

No more keeping your window unlocked.

You took a breath and tried again. No luck. 

Did he fire you? That couldn’t be right. You were still in the system and able to enter HQ with your keycard just fine. 

“You’re always catching him at a bad time,” Lyla sighed beside you, whipping out her tiny little holographic phone, “he didn’t even want to take a photo! Unbelievable!” The small image on her screen revealed a snarling Miguel, clearly unamused by the bunny filter plastered over his face. It was cute, even if he looked a bit terrifying baring his fangs. 

Lyla shifted to face you, hands on her little hips as she looked you up and down.

“You look niiice,” she quickly snapped a photo of you, “no cute filter needed.”

“Uhh, thanks?”

“Now it’s your turn to say something nice to me.” The Ai grinned when you rolled your eyes. 

“You look…extra yellow today, Lyla.” 

“Thank you! I’m in default mode.”

“Okay, so I’ll just come back later then?” You rushed to leave but Lyla stopped you, zapping in front of you suddenly.

“Nah, I’ll let you in.” You could hear the door to Miguel’s office opening, “Fix him.” 

“What? How am I supposed to do that?” 

Lyla shrugged, “I dunno, I just know you’re the only one that can.” She waved farewell, disappearing in a glimmer of gold. 

You groaned, dropping your head in your hands for a moment to collect your thoughts. Your palms began to sweat—they always did when you were nervous—so you quickly wiped them over your black pencil skirt before facing the office entryway. 

It was dark as usual, the only light illuminating the area was Miguel’s bright yellow screens. They hung above him as he sat slouched in his chair, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. His head turned lazily to regard you. 

“I heard you’ve been mopey.” You began, cracking a smile when he snorted. He shook his head, watching you slowly approach him like one would a wounded animal.  He didn’t confirm nor deny the accusation.

“What do you need?” 

“To talk to you.” You said, finding the courage to step into his space, leaning back against his desk and blocking one of the yellow screens.

“About?” 

“Us.” Miguel hummed, running a hand through his messy hair. He sat up in his chair but said nothing else, allowing you the space to speak freely.

“I-I wanted to apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable,” you began to fumble with your fingers, unable to keep eye contact with him for very long, “I know that what I said was…crossing the line—”

“Did you mean it?” He asked abruptly, the question forcing your eyes away from your fingernails and toward his chiseled face. He looked exhausted, eyes heavy but swimming with curiosity.

“W-well, I mean, it was a moment of—”

“Did you mean it?” He repeated, his tone stern as he awaited a proper answer from you. You bit your lip, slowly nodding your head.

“Yeah. I did. Still do.” 

The silence that stretched wasn’t very long but it felt like an eternity. Miguel only stared at you, his jaw tight as he sat forward, his elbows resting on his toned thighs.

You wished you could read his thoughts, take a peek at what ran through his mind. He was always so good at hiding his emotions, never showing an ounce of what he felt. That wasn’t always the case but after Gabriella, he didn’t show much of anything. 

“I think it’s best we don’t see each other anymore,” you finally concluded, crossing your arms, “we should stop.”

“What?” Miguel’s eyes narrowed, “What do you mean stop?” He was towering over you in a matter of seconds, forcing you to crane your neck to look up at him. Your heart was pounding, your hands flying to grip the edge of his desk.

“Mig, we can’t keep doing this.”

“Yes, we can.” He caged you in his arms, bringing his face just a few inches away from yours. He never had much of a problem with eye contact, but you did. You chose to look at his collarbones and the large swoop of his shoulders. It was intimidating and arousing all at once and you weren’t getting anywhere with this speech, were you?

“We can’t. Not when we’re not on the same page.” 

“Who says we’re not?” You felt his fingers graze the side of your face, pushing a lock of your hair behind your ear. You turned away, squeezing your eyes shut, feeling the familiar prick of tears behind your lids.

“Stop playing with me.” You said, pushing him away with little luck. Miguel shifted slightly at your touch, watching you rub at your eyes. 

“I’m not.” 

“Then why have you not said anything for a week?” You hissed, the frustration threatening to boil over, “You’ve left me agonizing over this for a week, Miguel!” You wiped furiously at your cheeks, catching a few stray tears. “I’m such an idiot.” 

Miguel grabbed your wrists in his hands, yanking them away from your face. His concerned eyes met your wet ones, a frown tugging at his lips.

“Stop.” He demanded, taking your flushed face in his hands and wiping the wet streaks away with his thumbs. “Don’t say that about yourself.” You glared, cheeks puffed and swollen from the pressure of fighting away tears.

“Fine,” you snapped, ignoring the way he stroked your cheeks, “you’re the fucking idiot.” 

“I am,” Miguel agreed with a sigh, refusing to release you, “I didn’t know what to say. Thought you might have been lying—don’t look at me like that.” 

“You’re pissing me off.”

“I know, beba.” The endearment startled you for a moment, your glossy eyes peering up at him as a rush of excitement settled in your stomach. He’d never used endearing words with you before. It had you stumped for a second before you remembered yourself, your brows furrowing in irritation

“Why would you think I was lying? Mig, I’ve loved you for years, you buffoon!” Miguel loomed closer with every word before he kissed you, silencing you effectively. Your eyes fluttered, your lips unresponsive at first until he coaxed you into a gentle rhythm. 

Kissing Miguel was so much softer than you imagined. 

You thought he’d be all tongue and teeth, desperate to devour his victim. His kisses were syrupy and deliberate, steady and reassuring. He was taking his time learning the shape of your lips, the plumpness, how perfect they felt molded against his. 

“I’m sorry, beba,” he said between kisses, letting you snake your arms around his neck to pull him closer, “perdoname. I’m an idiot.” You hummed in agreement, continuing to assault his lips sweetly. You couldn’t stop kissing him if you wanted to, sneaking your tongue past the seam of his lips to taste more of him. 

He growled, tightening his hold on you, allowing you to taste at your leisure. He tasted fresh, like the spearmint gum he always had on hand.

“Perdoname,” he repeated, wanting so desperately for you to forgive his transgressions, slotting himself between your legs.

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” you teased, feeling the familiar ache of arousal blooming in your core, “show me how sorry you are.” Another growl ripped from him, animalistic and provoked. He wasted no time, pushing you down so that your back was flat against his desk and your legs were wrapped around his hips. 

He pressed a button beside you and suddenly, the platform began to elevate. 

“Mig,” you sat up in a panic, but Miguel only pushed you back down, lifting your skirt up till it pooled over your waist, “w-why are we moving up?”

“Privacy,” he grunted, spreading your legs, running his thumb over the soaked patch of your panties. Your hands scrambled to find purchase on something over the desk, your heart hammering in your chest as the ceiling seemed to loom closer.

“Y-you know I’m scared of heights!” You squealed when the platform came to a jutting halt, squeezing your eyes shut. You didn’t even want to think about how high up you were.

“It’s okay,” Miguel purred, gently rubbing your clit through the fabric, “you’re safe, you’re with me, beba, no tengas miedo.” 

“M-Mig, please,” you didn’t even know what you were begging for at that point, you just needed something, and whatever that was, he gave to you. You felt him push aside your panties, and you finally spared him a glance, almost choking at the sight of him mesmerized by the sweetness between your legs.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, slipping a finger through your folds, “you dripping all over my desk.”

“Y-yeah?” 

“Mhm,” he hummed, easily ripping your panties apart before getting on his knees, “smell s’good.” He muttered, licking a stripe up with his fat tongue, scooping whatever mess you made. He moaned at the taste before completely diving in, eyes closed and large hands keeping your trembling thighs spread for him.

As always, you were a whimpering mess for him, mewling with every precise stroke of his tongue. It was the first time he’d done something like this, and god, it was nothing you could have ever dreamed of.  

He moaned into your cunt, the gentle vibrations sending shockwaves through your body. You trembled and whined with every loud slurp of his mouth over your clit, his tongue swiping over your precious bud before working his way down to dip inside your hole. 

“Fuck, Miguel,” your hands flew to his hair, your fingers weaving through the thick strands to keep his head in place. He skillfully nipped and licked the surface, lifting his face away slightly to spit into your cunt, watching it run through your puffy folds with lidded eyes before devouring you again.

“You taste fucking amazing,” he groaned, sucking your clit between his lips.

You threw your head back, letting out the prettiest moans for him. You forgot about everything, about where you were and how high up you were from the ground. You couldn’t care less as long as Miguel continued to eat from you like a madman. 

You could feel the tension in your abdomen, the clear sign that you were close. Miguel continued to drink from you, slurping obscenely at the fresh arousal that dripped into his mouth.

“Close?” He asked, giving you kitten licks, his hands squeezing your thighs encouragingly. 

“God y-yes, so close.” You could feel him smiling against your folds before starting up a vicious rhythm again with his eyes closed. 

With a loud cry, you came into his waiting mouth, your back arching and body withering over the table from the overstimulation. Miguel licked and sucked every inch of you, determined to catch every drop of your orgasm. 

“Oh my god,” you moaned, releasing your grip from his hair and draping an arm over your eyes. Miguel stood, removing your arm and leaning over your fatigued body. He looked down at you with intense red eyes, his mouth and chin completely covered in your slick. You bit your lip when a smile curved at the edges of his lips before he swooped down to kiss you.

You moaned, completely aroused all over again from your own musky taste on his lips. He slipped his tongue in your mouth, allowing you a proper taste. 

“Perdoname.” He begged again over your lips before gently brushing the tip of his nose against yours. You giggled, pushing him away slightly so that you could sit up on your elbows. 

“Mm, I don’t know,” you teased, “you’re gonna have to try again.” Miguel shook his head, tapping a button on his watch, and allowing his suit to vanish. You gasped at his sudden nakedness, your eyes glued to his throbbing erection. Miguel grinned, fangs bared, tapping his cock over your sensitive cunt.

You closed your eyes as he immediately pushed in, moaning as he worked himself into your tight channel. 

In your euphoric state, you barely registered him grabbing your hand and placing a chaste kiss over your knuckles, whispering over your skin. Your ears picked up a few words, some naughty and some sweet, but your heart fluttered and your chest tightened when you caught the last two words before he began pounding into you.

“Te amo.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #spider man 2099 #atsv #across the spiderverse #spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse

[riatheghoul]

Tear You Apart

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x Black Reader

Song: Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge

Warnings: smut, angst, and slightly suggestive, p in v, lots of praise but slight degradation, use of the pet names: sweet girl, baby, and doll for the reader and baby for Eunwoo ([plz let me know if i missed something)

Word Count: 1,245

request(?): this is a request by the lovely @blowingcookies

Disclaimers: I do NOT own any of these picture credits to the owners and this is PURE FICTION ALSO UNEDITED

Tag list: @cookiesdiaryx @penny44224 @heeyboooo

“Who was that?” he questioned cold as ice pushing into you slowly making sure that you felt every inch of him. “I- mmmmmm fuck~” you stammered. “Come on sweet girl I know your trying to save him, but you need to fess up.” He said as he began pounding into your desperate cunt, trying to get as much information out of you. What information? you might ask, well A few nights ago you decide to go out partying just to see if you can find someone to mess around with for the night seeing as you got dumped by Eunwoo about 2 months ago.

The club was loud and packed which meant you could definitely find some one that would be ok with a one-night stand or even a sneaky link while you begin to settle into the single life. After smoking the scenery out someone caught your eye, he’s tall, and his eyes are so pretty.  The next thing you knew he was kissing you in the middle of the club. “Let me take you somewhere private” he insisted you nodded and let him know that you guys can go to your place because it close. He nodded and few minutes later you guys were out the door.

The next morning you woke up for breakfast and you and him talked about arrangement’s moving forward. You guys were going to strictly fuck and nothing else. Now before anything he wasn’t near as good as Eunwoo, but you need someone just as of right now and he was the closest and prettiest option. He agreed then finished his food while you made the call to Eunwoo asking for some weed since you knew he sold it on the side just for pocket money. He said sure and that he was in the way.

Your link let you know that he had to leave so you walked him out. You guys got each other’s number, and he kissed your cheek as a goodbye. While he was pulling away you noticed a black car parked in front of your place and Eunwoo smoking out of his car window with annoyance practically written on his forehead. You shooed your boy toy away and as soon as he took off you got into Eunwoo’s car.

You know by the way he looked at you that he was fuming you let him burn holes into the side of your head. You didn’t want to look at him because you knew that you wouldn’t leave this car walking straight if you did. He took at breath and let it out while telling you to price he wanted, and you grabbed your wallet spit of your hoodie pocket and gave him the cash. After handing you the bag you reached for the door “Hold it” he demanded you sat back down in the passenger seat mentally cursing to yourself.

“Here” he handed you a pre roll “Share this with me” he said voice laced with guilt, but you could hear something else in there it sounded like longing. You thought about it and decided to share it with him. Maybe you guys could have closure for your relationship. He lit it taking a nice strong hit then passed it to you. After a few more hits and him talking to you about how guilty he felt about leaving you and why he did it. He said that he didn’t want to hurt you with his side hustle and things were getting a little crazy.

You understood completely you knew what you were getting into when you started dating him and he always told you that when shit goes south, he doesn’t want you connect to him in any way. You told him that you were only upset because he didn’t communicate that that was the reason he wanted to break up with you and that you would have understood then and that you understand now. He grabbed your hand caressing it with his thumb and that was the start of everything.

Before you even said the word, he was slamming your house door shut locking it while kissing you like he missed you because he did. He grabbed your hair tugging it to make you look up at him “You know you’re in trouble, right?” He said bluntly you nodded a little confused but pushed all of that aside, you needed him. “Good now jump.” He instructed and you did what you were told. He carried you to your bedroom leaving hickeys wherever he could put them. You bit your lip holding back the moans that were desperate to escape.

Once he laid you down gently, he caressed your throat with his thumb “do you remember your safe word pretty?” he asked with a small bit of concern. “Yeah, I remember it butterflies.” You said reiterating it to him he grinned at you “good girl I’m so proud of you honey.” He praised. You felt a whole zoo in your stomach as you watched him kiss down your body. You squirmed under him, hands running through his hair watching him get lower and lower. “Are you gonna be good and take what I give you?” he questioned and you nodded vigorously “please I need it so bad~” you begged pleading with your eyes.

He smirked that damn smirk that made the hairs on your body stand attention. You knew you were in for a long night and boy were you right. He’d been edging you for about 2 hours now your were babbling but you knew that he wasn’t going to let you cum until he got a name. “What the name doll? I’m not gonna let you sum until I get his name” he insisted slowing down his strokes mentally giving you a few minutes to answer him. “devon, his name is devon now please let me cum” you pleaded and he started speeding up “Did he know that you like you like your right hand behind your head when you fuck because it hits your favorite spot? Huh?”

He asked putting your leg behind your head fucking you deeper and deeper with each stroke “You’re mine do you hear me? I don’t care how many times he made you cum last night you belong to me.” Your face twisted with the overwhelming pleasure running through your body. You shook your head “no shit baby please don’t stop~” you cried “good, god baby I missed you so much” he groaned. You grabbed him slamming his lips on to yours you pulled away arching your back off of the bed “I’m gonna cum baby” your breathing got faster and faster as he sped up “I’m gonna cum too pretty where do you want it?” he asked putting he forehead to your so he could get a better angle of you taking him “inside please~”

He groaned watching your face as you came all over him moaning his name over and over again. That was enough for him, and he came coating your insides with his seed. While he was catching his breath he wouldn’t stop whispering praises to you. Once you caught yours you snuggled up to him “Just promise me something, okay?” you said grabbing his attention “anything” he answered with out a second thought “just promise me you won’t leave me like that again” you said while yawning snuggling further closing your eyes “I promise” he answered.

A/N (before official post): this is a request by the lovely @blowingcookies thank you so so much mwahhh

A/N (after official post): i honestly didn't want to post this in the poor of condition i feel like it needs more work but let me know i just want to make sure i do this justice i hope you like it @blowingcookies ok byeeeee~

dividers cred: @saradika-graphics and @anitalenia

#cha eun woo #cha eunwoo x black reader #eunwoo x black reader #eunwoo #eunwoo x y/n #kpop x black reader #cha eunwoo smut #x black reader

[redheadspark]

Heyyy How are you? It's been a while, sorry

:( I wasn't feeling so nice but I'm getting better.

About the Prompt Fall part 2, I miss Azriel!

Dear Author could I please request Azriel x female reader, for numbers 17 and 24?

Thank you so much

Sending virtual Hug!🤍❤️

Omg I just want a crush to cuddling like this:

A/N: Hello darling! I'm sorry you weren't feeling yourself, but I'm glad you're feeling better!! I'll write a sweet Azriel oneshot just for you ;)

Hold Me Close

Summary: Azriel never told anyone apart from his mate, but he was a massive cuddler.

Warnings: Fluffy

"Are we going to move from this spot anytime soon?"

"Mmmmmm...nope,"

"That's what I figured."

You nuzzled into your mate some more, breathing in his scent that was a mixture of citrus and a hint of pine along with some of his sweat from his training session at the House of Wind. You could of sworn he was going to keel over when he flew to your little home in Velaris, looking beyond exhausted and was about to collapse on your doorstep. You just tutted, bringing him inside to hold him close on your massive couch in the sitting area. it overlooked the cobbled street in the front of the house, which didn't get a lot of foot traffic but was safe and quiet. The only thing heard outside was the rustling trees from the wind that came from the towering mountains and the leaves falling onto the cobbled ground.

Autumn had come to Velaris.

You never minded it, it was rather nice to have a change of pace in the bustling city of Velaris within the Night Court. Many people were dressed in sweaters and coats, the swirling leaves made it inviting for children to jump into, and new sweet scents of treats slipping through the cracked windows of the food stalls. It was all inviting, a season of change for certain.

Azriel never minded the cold too much, he would prefer to be with his mate under the covers in your massive bed or on your couch in front of a roaring fire. he was more prone to having moments of peace and quiet after working the new Illyrian soldiers to the bone or being the Spymaster for Rhysand and Feyre. He didn't mind the work at all, anything that would help Velaris and Night Court thrive was all Azriel wanted as a member of the Inner Circle.

But with you? He didn't have to think about it too much.

You had your own duties in the Inner Circle as Mor's right hand. She kept you busy and occupied throughout the day, and you didn't mind working with her since Mor was one of your closest friends. She was one of the first ones to catch onto you and Azriel being mates, highly endorsing the pair of you together.

So it was no brainer she was your maid of honor in your wedding.

On this particular afternoon, Azriel was having your wrapped in his arms. The first layer of curtains were drawn in the sitting room, giving you the right amount of privacy to let the both of you be bare on the couch with only a quilt covering the pair of you. Sprawled on your stomach and half laying on your mate, your mind was slowing drifting and your fingers were dancing along his arms and shoulders to soothe him and let his day melt away. You both were still in your "honeymoon" phase, which seemed rather silly since it's been almost a year since you two were married. But either of you cared or wished to cool down your love and affection for one another.

It never got in the way of your jobs with the Inner Circle and for the High Lord and High Lady. While you worked, you remained poised and professional. Azriel was always cool and calm when he was on his Spymaster patrol with other Courts, and you were the same with your delegation work with Mor. But when it was just the pair of you...all bets were off.

And neither of you cared.

"Come closer, I'm cold!" You heard Azriel say next to you as he was breathing in your hair and wrapping his arms around your bare back. You grinned against his neck as you huffed closer, feeling the body warmth between the pair of rise. Azriel sighed in relief, "Much better. You're like my now personal heater,"

"That's so romantic," You joked, Azriel pinching your side to make you squeal. He laughed, the mood lightening a bit as you both were simply laying together in piece and with the cool sun about to set over the bustling city. You watched the leaves fall, the dancing reds and oranges giving the beautiful image of a painting.

"Never thought we would end up on the couch," You mused, Azriel tracing his fingers along the spine of your back, "This is a first for us, on the couch of our sitting room,"

"I've always wanted to try it," Azriel admitted, sounding so modest as you grinned widely, "Cassian did bet that we would end up on here sooner,"

"What a dick," You snorted, then moving over to rest your arms on his upper chest to look at him lovingly as you moved some of his dark locks out of his face with your fingers, "Too bad our bed is much bigger and softer....with satin sheets to boot,"

"A wonderful wedding present from our High Lady no doubt," Azriel said in agreement, searching your eyes with his hazel ones and giving you his soft smile. You shivered a bit, Azriel moving the quilt up a bit along your back to be perched over your shoulders to keep the chill away. Right after he was done with placing the quilt over you, he simply stared at you and drank in the image in front of him. His mate, bare and blissfully happy, wrapped in his arms with a sense of love and peace floating in the room. With the rosy cheeks along your skin, your hair askew and down your back from being in a braid all day long, and some small kissed marks along your neck and collarbone.

You looked beyond radiant to him.

"What is it?" You asked, leaning up a bit to touch your nose with his. He merely shook his head, nuzzling your noses together and staring into your eyes deeply as he reached up to trace your jawline with his scarred fingers, but in a delicate fashion.

"Nothing at all, my darling mate," he replied in a hum, sounding so calm himself, "I'm at peace with you here, it's all I need,"

You beamed, hearing that from his mate made your heart soar. Azriel was always one think of others before himself, to place himself last for any need. You loved that about him, but you wished to have him care of himself more. To have that sense that all was well for him, nothing to worry about or to look out for. Seeing him there, wings out and pliant as a sign of vulnerability and comfort, tussled hair and loose limbs, and his face ever showing love and contentment, it was more than enough for you.

You kissed him soundly, feeling him pull you closer as the quilt was falling down your back again as his fingers started to wander....

The End.

Fall Prompt Round 2

#azriel x oc #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x female reader #azriel x y/n #azriel x you #fanfiction #writing #azriel acotar #acotar fandom #acomaf fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #acowar #acomaf #acotar #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #a court of frost and starlight #a court of wings and ruin #a court of silver flames

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

BIRTHDAY SEX -Jisung

Jisung x reader

Genre:SMUT SMUT with angst

Word count: 2.9k

Sum: Your boyfriends mother has decided to have a birthday dinner, you are nervous because this is the first time meeting your boyfriends family.....How could this possible end well.

Trigger warning: unprotected sex, foreplay, Breast play. And other forms of play and sex just sex as a warning lol if you are under 18 I suggest you scroll right on.

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"Happy birthday, baby," you say as you kiss your boyfriend to wake him up.

 "Mmmmmm, good morning, honey," he says, rolling over.

 "It's your birthday…. don't you want your present" you smirk.

 Jisung springs up onto his elbows "you bought me a present?" He was so confused because he told you not to buy him anything.

 You bought him a nice gold chain "oh honey, I love it so much," he leans in to kiss you.

 "JISUNG, HURRY UP. WE HAVE WORK," Minho shouts. You can hear him heading towards the door.

 "Jisung……… oh hi Y/N……. hurry dude, we must go…you think you can sleep in just because it's your birthday" he chucks Jisung a shirt.

 "Morning, Minho" you smile and wave.

 "Morning…. I want you outside in 5 "he closes the door.

 "You better get up, Ji", you say, kissing him.

 "Come visit me", he grins as he pulls away, flicking the bed sheets and hopping out of bed.

 "Remember we have dinner tonight…. your mum said to be there at 8" Jisung nods.

 "Come get me at 7, okay" he walks over and kisses you goodbye.

 "I love you," he says as he leaves the room.

 "Love you", you yell so he can hear you.

 ……..

 You wanted to look nice. You had only met Han's mother once before. Han didn't really open to his mum about your relationship. It was hard you wanted to impress her. The one time you met her, she was adorable, but the circumstances were rough. I mean, you were practically straddling her son on the couch.

 Y/N

"Ji, what should I wear."

 Han

"Nothing 😏"

 Y/N

"Ji serious here. I want to impress your mum."

 Han

"Okay…. Um, how about I give you my card you can buy something nice for both my mum and then later for me 😜 "

 Y/N

"You are actually not helping me."

 Han

"So you’re not coming then?"

 Y/N

"I'll see you at 7 😙"

 Han

"😭😭😭😭😭"

 ..,…..

 As you filter through the clothes in the store, this young store clerk comes up to you.

 "Can I maybe help you" she smiled you nodded.

 "Please, I'm struggling…. I'm meeting my boyfriend's mum tonight," you say shyly.

 "How much are you wanting to spend" she smiled. They had some stunning clothes here, so you decide to check your bank account.

 "$1000" you look stunned. Ji sent you $1000 to buy an outfit for tonight.

 "Sorry, can I have a minute" the girl moves to another customer.

 You call Jisung, "Hey baby, what's up" you could hear music playing in the background.

 "Han Jisung…… I'm so mad at you" you didn't want him to waste his money on you, especially when it was his birthday.

 "Why?" He sounded worried.

 "Why would you transfer me money?" He couldn't see it, but you stomped your foot down.

 "Because I love you" he was so sweet.

 "I have a job Ji……you don't have to pay for me" sure, it wasn't a well-paying job, but you still earn enough to get you by.

 "Shut up and go buy that dress you've wanted for months now…… I'm sick of seeing you sad every time we walk past the shop window," he noticed. You thought you were being discreet. You were happy just to admire the dress from afar.

 "Ji", you couldn't get the words out.

 "I know…. now please spend my money….if you need more, I'll send you some, okay…I love you with my whole heart. I must go text me, okay" he made kissy noises through the phone at you.

 "I love you" you hope he heard you as he hung up.

 You hang up, and the young girl walks back to you "everything okay, ma'am" she smiled. You couldn't help but grin. He was so kind and thoughtful.

 "Could I please try on the dress out the front"

“Good choice, of course” she walks over to the dress.

“I have shoes that will go so well with this dress if you would like”, she was excited.

“Omg, no way, yes, please” you are practically skipping over to the dressing rooms.

You put the dress on, and it was made just for you, you walk out to get the girl's opinion, and her mouth is wide open. “Omg, you look so beautiful. I might cry for real” she is doing a little happy dance. “Your boyfriend is so lucky”, she smiles, fixing the back a little.

“You think so” you can’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror.

“I know so” that was enough to sell you everything.

“I’ll take the dress and shoe, thanks” you walk back in and get changed into your jeans and shirt. You walk up to the register, “which comes to $450. You almost had a stroke but remembered what Ji said about getting whatever made you happy.

You tape your card “thank you so much for today” you grin as you walk out of the shop.

“Good luck with dinner,” she said, waving.

……..

You look at your phone, and it’s already 5:30. You’ve been shopping for hours you got some lovely earrings to go with the dress.

You plan to give back the money you didn’t spend, so Ji wasn’t too out of pocket. You decided to call him. You know it’s early, but you want to show him your dress.

“Baby… haven’t spoken to you in hours having fun” he sounded so happy.

“I want to show you what I got you busy” you knew the building was only 20 minutes from the mall.

“Omg yesssss….come visit. I want to see” the excitement in his voice was so cute.

“Okay, see you in 20.”

…….

You get to the building “wow, JYP Entertainment”, you say, looking up as you walk in. You could see so many people.

Y/N

“I’m here. What floor are you on.”

Han

“On floor 6…..108.”

You are in a lift, and the bell rings. The door opens, and he is, jisung with a massive smile. He yanks you out of the elevator.

“I missed you,” he said, grabbing your bags in one hand and locking your fingers with his.

He pulls you into his studio and closes the door. You can hear it lock.

“Why are we locking the door?” You say confused.

“Because”, he points to the couch you sit he takes a seat on his office chair.

“So you want to see my dress” he smiles and rolls his chair towards you.

“Yep,” he looks at the picture and snatches your phone. “Noooo, is this you” he laughs.

“Yeah, why is there something wrong” you didn’t like that he laughed. What was funny?

“You look so fucken hot…….I’m getting nervous” he was going red.

“Nervous. Why?” You tilt your head.

“Well, because…..wow”, he does a dry gulp.

You slowly push the phone down and look deeply into his eyes. He places the phone on his mixing table and pulls you onto his lap.

“Ooops,” he says as you giggle, wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him. His hands roam your back, lifting your T-shirt slightly.

“You haven’t seen my shoes or jewellery yet,” you say, breaking the kiss.

“Show me” he lets you go, and you wonder over your wear he placed your bag. And pick out your shoes and earrings. When you turn around, he is now sitting on the couch.

“Tada,” you say as you lift them to show him.

“I like those shoe’s baby” it’s such a turn on when he’s interested in the stuff you like.

“Oh, baby……I forgot it wasn’t that much, so I’ll give you back the rest of the money” you go over to grab it so you can transfer it back to him.

He grabs you and pulls you towards him. “I want you to keep it”, he smiled. he grabbed the back of your thighs as he came back to sit on the couch.

“But it’s your money” he starts to move his hands up and down your thighs.

“No, it’s our money” he starts to kiss your clothed stomach. He squeezes and pulls you closer to his body. He pulls away and looks up, pulling you onto his lap. You straddle him on the couch.

“Ji, should we be doing this here,” you say as he brushes your hair out of your face.

“It’s soundproof, so why not” he gives you a cheeky grin.

Your fingers brush down his face as you lean in to kiss him. It was on Jisung's hand squeezed your ass as he repositioned your body on his. His hands once more lift your shirt slightly. You brake the kiss to remove your shirt. “I love this bra,” he said as his fingers traced under the wire.

Jisung didn’t have quickies. He liked to take his time. He wants to tease. He looks at you and smiles as his hand reaches and cups your breast.

He pulls away from your lips “you make me so horny,” he says out of breath. When you think about it, you can feel his clothes up on your core. You giggle, and he squeezes your breast. “You like it when I tease, don’t you” his fingers clasp onto the back of your bra, releasing it. You nod as you take off your bra, jisung licking his lips.

His tongue flicks your nipple. “I love it when you tease me”, you say. You run your fingers through his hair. He pulls away and lies you down on the couch. He takes your pants off “well, you know what I love about you?” You shake your head “tell me, Ji.”

“I love your lips” he kisses your soft, plump lips. “Your collarbone”, placing another kiss on there. “Your beautiful breast”, he sucks and flicks your nipple once more, making you moan. “Your stomach is a masterpiece” he kisses down to your pelvic born.

“Now for my most favourite part”, he spreads your legs and places a kiss on your clothed, throbbing vagina.

“Is my baby ready for me?” He says, pulling up from your core. You nod. You can’t seem to get the words out. Then you get this idea, what if you tease him a little and make him wait. You prop up onto your elbows “don’t you want to know what I love about you?” He looked a little shocked. He was so used to teasing you, so the fact you took it to spin yourself to tease him was such a turn on.

He nodded “yes” was all he could say.

You check the clock. It's now 6:30 pm “we have to go, or we will be late for dinner Ji” you kiss him softly while slowly getting up off the couch.

“WHAT….. you are such a tease”, you giggle as you put your jeans and t-shirt back on.

“Let's go, baby. The last thing I want is to be late for your mum” you grab his hand and yank him off the couch. He pauses to readjust his hard cock in his pants.

“Okay, but as soon as we get home from dinner, your all mine” he smacks your ass and smiles.

“Deal”, you grin in his face.

……….

“Oh my god, Ji, I’m so nervous” you are shaking at the front of this restaurant. “I am freaking out” he grabs your hands and looks deeply into your eyes.

“Nothing to be nervous about……I love you…..they will love you” he smiled and leant in for a kiss.

“Uhhhhmmmmmm jisung”, a lady called from behind.

Jisung changed. He held your hand firm and introduced you to his family. “Mum, Dad, this is Y/N” His mother pulled you in for a big hug jisung was still holding onto your hand.

“Welcome to the family”, she said as she pulled away and cupped your face.

“Jisung….. you didn’t tell me your girlfriend was this sexy” you assume this is his big brother.

“Ya, keep your hands and eyes off her” you could tell he wasn’t joking.

“It was a joke”, he said, putting his hand on his shoulder.

In Korea, PDA is rare. You a Ji sit together in the restaurant, his family was so lovely to you, and jisungs mum served you a plate “thank you”, you said Boeing, your head out of respect. Jisung slid his hand up your thigh under the table, shocking you.

He turns his head and whispers into your ear, “hurry up and eat…..I’m so horny looking at you in this dress” in order not to make the situation awkward you say, “Please….I would like a soju. Thank you for asking” you smile at his family and jisung gets up to go and Oder soju from the bar.

“Thank you for making him come out with his family tonight”, his mother said as soon as jisung was away from the table.

“Of course…..it was a battle, but I really want to spend time with you guys and get to know you” Your smile jisungs family is so welcoming.

“We want to thank you so much…..we’ve never seen him this happy…. He barely speaks two words to us, so we are grateful,” his dad chimes in.

Jisung comes back with a bottle of soju “let’s get this party started jisungs brother says as he reaches for a bottle. You all eat and drink. You drank. You made yourself tipsy.

“Okay, I should take her home”, Jisung said, standing from his seat.

“But we are just having fun”, jisungs brother said.

“Yeah, well, it’s my birthday……and she’s my girlfriend, so we will go home when I want” you stand up and collect your things. He takes your hand a pulls you outside. The cold wind hits your face starting to sober you up.

“You okay, baby”, he says, feeling your cheeks. “You feel so cold….I told you to bring a jacket” he takes off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders.

You stop for a moment, Ji still standing right next to you. “I really love you so much” you turn him and pull him in by his shirt. He lifts your chin as he knows exactly why you are clinging to his shirt “let's go home and finish what we started” he pulls away and grabs your hand in his.

……..

Once you get back to your apartment across town, all bets are off. Jisung wasted no time pushing you into the flat and pinning you against the wall.

“New plan….. no foreplay tonight”, he said, unzipping your dress.

“Fine with me”, you say, shimming out. You took it to spin yourself to remove your bra and panties.

He picks you up and leads you through to the bedroom. You giggle as he slams you onto the bed. “You make me so horny”, he said, taking off his belt.

“Ji, hurry up” your impatiens make him panic. He is now struggling to undo the button for his pants. “Here I got it” you move his hand and unbutton his pants. You also undo his shirt. His solute was breathtaking, the moonlight shining just perfectly on his body.

You quickly come out of your trance as Ji slides his fingers to spread your folds “good, your already wet for me” he rests both your legs on his shoulders as he lines up with your core Ji knows this is one of your favourite passions, so for him to put you in it first up shows you he’s not playing around.

He enters, “Ji yes”, you moan. This passion narrows your vagina, helping him hit your G spot. He grabs both your breast and squeeze “you are so fucking hot…..I love your little perky tits” he lets go allowing them to bounce as you get pounded.

“Ji, I want to ride your dick”, you moan. He slowly pulls out and lays down on the bed. You have wanted to try this new passion for a while now, and what a better night than his birthday to give it a go.

“Lift and bend your knees” he follows your instructions. with one leg between his and one outside his hip, you line him up and start to grind his bent leg providing some much need clit stimulation.

“Oh baby, you look so good like this” he rubs his hand up and down your thigh placing your hand on his chest. You begin to grind faster “I’m cumming”, you scream as your body jolts from the intensity of the orgasm. You slowly ride until your body calms down. Jisung flips you and kisses down your body, his face hovering over your centre. “I wanna taste you”, he says, ploughing into your vagina, licking what feels like every inch.

“Mmmm, you taste so sweet, baby”, he says, kissing up to your body. As he comes up, he inserts himself inside you. He pumps into you slowly. First, you can tell he doesn’t want this to go too fast.

“Ji harder”, you moan. Again he follows your instructions. While pumping into you, he likes his fingers and starts to rub your clit.

“Come on, baby….cum with me” he grinds his teeth together.

“I’m so close, baby”, you moan just a couple more pumps, and your eyes go foggy. You begin to see stars floating above your head “jisung”, you moan so loud it breaks his concentration. He feels your walls squeeze around his penis, and he lets go.

“Oh, baby….fuck….I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before,” he said in your ear as he collapsed on top of you.

You play with his hair as his naked body lays on top of you for a couple of minutes.

“Happy birthday”, you whispered into his ear.

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SUMMARY: You’ve had a crush on Reiji ever since you met him, but maybe you were being too pushy. WARNINGS: angst, smut, mentions of anxiety and depression, reader is insecure about her size/weight, Reiji calls reader a whore a couple of times, not really public sex, but he fucks you in a classroom WORD COUNT: 4k

Seeing his raven hair and gloved hands from behind, a smile adorned your features. Running up to him, you began walking beside him.

"Reiji-san, need help with any experiments today?" You questioned eagerly.

"No." He stated coldly.

"Well, are you hungry?" You bared your wrist to him.

"No."

"Mmmmmm....... Is there anything you'd like me to do or help with...?" You stared up at him, a wide smile on your face.

He sighed.

"Leave. Please, leave. Honestly, I don't even know why I'm trying to spare your feelings. Stop annoying me, stop following me around, and stop offering to do things for me!  You're a bothersome woman. I mean, can't you take a hint?" He glared down at you, watching as the smile fell from your face.

"I- I-..." You looked down at the floor, swallowing your tears.

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"He really said that to you!?" They slammed their fist on the table causing everyone around to look at you guys, eyes wide. You let out a sigh. "Please don't make a big deal out of it, b/f/n. Everyone is entitled to their own feelings and opinions of me."

"Tch. Like hell they are! Who would say that to such kind, beautiful person like you. Tell him to bring his ass to the front of the school so everyone can see me kick his undead ass!" They slammed their other fist on the table, a crack emerging.

You jumped, looking up at them with wide eyes.

"Please... please stop." You looked down at your wrist, sighing. Reiji wasn't the only one who wouldn't bite you, they all wouldn't, except for Laito. Maybe... it was your appearance...?

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You frantically pulled clothes from your drawer as your searched for your favorite hoodie. It was the most comfortable one you had, black, and it was baggy as hell on you. You loved it. Finding baggy clothing with your body type was difficult and annoying. Honestly, you hated shopping. It left you feeling self conscious and you never found anything that you really liked.

Pulling the hoodie from your drawer, you changed into some comfortable shorts, and that hoodie, then you cleaned the mess you made.

You fell back on your bed and stared up at the ceiling.

What were you supposed to do now?

You didn't want to cry, you were stronger than that. So what? His words were harsh, and you weren't feeling the most confident in the moment, but you'd get through it.

Usually, you'd be following Reiji around, asking if he needed help with anything. You sighed and placed your arm over your eyes.

You weren't going to cry.

You weren't going to cry.

You weren't going to cry.

So, why were you crying?

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Glancing at his doorway, Reiji quickly looked away and back down at his book. Where were you? Wait, what? What did he care you were? Anywhere but near him was perfectly fine.

He crossed his arms over his chest, sparing one last glance towards the door before continuing reading.

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The rest of that day, you made sure to keep your distance. Not only that, but you didn't even show up for dinner. Were you... avoiding him..? Usually, you would be all up on him, forcing him into hugs and never leaving his side.

Not like he missed it though!

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The ride to school was awkward to say the least. Even his brothers could feel it.

"Tch! Would you guys just make up!! The tension is so thick, how the hell am I supposed to breathe in this damn car!" Subaru was ready to kill you two.

"Pfffffft! Even Subaru the clueless noticed! That's how you know it's bad!!" Ayato was hunched over laughing.

Reiji popped him for this causing Yui to tense up. If Ayato was mad, she was collateral.

"Reiji!" He was ready to throttle the man, but Yui grabbed one of his arms.

"Ayato-kun!"

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at Reiji.

So now  you were paying attention to him.

He immediately looked down at his book in hand, glancing up a few seconds later to find you looking out the window.

Your eyes were puffy and red. Had you been crying because of him..?

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"He what!? I'd pay money to see that!" You're friend laughed.

You knew they were trying to lighten the mood, but honestly, thinking about it made you feel worse. You averted your gaze to the floor.

"Oh no, Y/n, you're not gonna cry over that bastard, are you!?"

"Can we just drop this..?"

They smiled at you,.

"Sure, did I tell you about-..."

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Honestly, you hadn't felt this bad in a while. You felt like you were on the verge of tears every time someone glanced at you. Being this insecure was unlike you. Of course you have insecurities, everyone does, but it never usually affected you like this.

You kept your head down in the halls, messing with your hands, or sleeves, anything to calm your anxiety. Your heart was beating at 1000 miles a minute, your hands clammy, and you were working up a cold sweat.

You were literally trembling. It's just a fucking hallway. Why couldn't you walk down the hallway?

You knew they weren't watching you, you were probably forgotten in their minds, but that didn't matter.

You were on the verge of tears, your breathing unsteady. They were probably talking about you. No they weren't- but they could have been.

If they weren't talking about you earlier, they had to be talking about you now. You were walking funny, you could feel it. Actually, you looked funny too, huh? This uniform doesn't flatter you, does it? Your hair looks funny too, doesn't it?

No it doesn't. But it could have.

You speed walked to the bathroom, stumbling inside. Your legs were shaky, your nerves going crazy.

Crouching down to the floor, you held your face in your hands.

How did it get like this???

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You crouched there in the bathroom for a few seconds before collecting yourself and going back out into the hall.

You gripped onto the strap of your bag and made your way to class, trying not to stand out.

You could feel your hands clamming up again, and the cold sweat coming back.

You kept your gaze glued to the floor, trying not to trip, and watching to make sure you weren't walking funny. You were going to make it to class, and when you did, you were going to stop acting like this. That's what you repeated in your head as you walked through the hallway.

That was, until you collided with a broad figure, your bag flying onto the floor.

"S-Sorry !"

You crouched down, beginning to collect your stuff off the floor. You watched the feet of the person you previously collided with as they backed up and began to crouch down. wait... those looked like Reiji's shoes.

No, he must like a popular brand.

You looked away from his feet, praying to every god you could think of.

Please don't be Reiji!

The person crouched down and began to help you collect your fallen items. That's when you saw it, the glove.

Jumping back, you stood abruptly and grabbed your bag from the floor.

"Don't bother, I can do it myself." You glared down at him, e/c eyes burning into the hand that was reaching for one of your papers.

Ouch. "No need to be so harsh, Y/n. I caused you do drop your possessions, so I should help you collect them."

He collected the rest of your papers, and stood to hand them to you.

"Throw them in the trash, I don't want them anymore." You crossed your arms over your chest, turning to leave.

All he could do was stand there, mouth agape.

The trash?

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You skipped the rest of your classes that night, opting to sit in an empty science lab.

Reiji doesn't skip, so you're fine, and the only other empty room was the music room that Shu liked to be in.

You'd rather not go near that perverted man. He scared you.

Though, if you were being honest, you were hoping to see Reiji. Maybe just in passing, once, or maybe he'd come into the room. Maybe he'd apologize to you. Maybe he'd tell you he missed you.

Hah.

Wishful thinking, you guessed.

It's not like you were dating, why should he care if he hurt your feelings? I mean, seriously, y/n. He practically told you to fuck off.

You probably weren't his type anyways.

You pulled a chair up to the widow and gazed out at the moon.

You felt weak and stupid. I mean, he's literally never even showed signs of interests.

What were you expecting?

It's better that he told you straight up. Yeah. If you think about it, anyone else would lead you on in some sort of twisted kindness.

I mean, yeah, he waited a few months to do it, but he did it. Plus, who's to say he didn't figure out the day he told you. Maybe he thought you were just being nice to him at first.

"You know, Y/n, if you keep skipping classes, you'll end up like my good for nothing brother."

Your eyes shot to the door, red eyes meeting yours.

Should you jump out the window?

No. You're too high up.

"Can't you take a hint?" You stood, your chair dragging against the floor as you did.

Why couldn't you be the vampire?! He was blocking your one and only exit, and you couldn't even jump out the window!

"I think I was too harsh that day." He began walking towards you, and you cursed yourself for getting excited at this.

Despite your attitude, you really wanted him to be sorry. You wanted more than for him to apologize, you wanted him to realize he liked you. No matter how unrealistic your fantasy was, you so desperately wanted it to be true.

"You think??"

You started backing up, and he began to inch near you, grabbing your wrist before you could even genuinely consider jumping.

"You're not really going to jump out of the window because of me, are you?"

"Yes, I am." You pettily turned your head to the side.

Damn, you really hated him that much?

"C'mon, Y/n. Don't be so dramatic."

"Dramatic!?"

All the feelings previously were coming back and you just wanted to cry.

"You're a real asshole, you know that."

That's when he leaned forward, engulfing you within his arms.

You were going to faint.

He really wasn't trying to be a piece of shit. He was just not good with expressing himself.

It's not like he was trying to be insensitive, but he had hoped if you were going to jump out the window, it wouldn't be out of spite. Not that he wanted you to jump out the window. Fuck! See? He can't even express himself in his head, how could he to you?

"I'm truly sorry, Y/n. I regretted what I said as soon as I saw the look in your eyes. You know what they say, you don't truly realize what you've lost until it's gone. It seems I underestimated your importance to me. I was annoyed by my good for nothing brother that day, and I took it out on you. I dearly regret it, too. Please, forgive me."

Now this, this was unexpected.

"I-..." You really didn't want to be that person. You didn't want to forgive him that easily. You still remember the pain, your chest tightening. It felt like your heart was constricting.

You pushed his arms off and jumped away, looking back at him, his red eyes meeting yours.

His mouth fell open, the most emotion you'd ever seen him display to anyone.

"What did you expect? Did you think you could just come here, sweep me off my feet, give me some lame ass excuse for treating me terribly, as if you were ever nice to me, and expect me to forgive you? I'm just some bothersome woman who's feelings you don't know why you're sparing. I'm not going to be some product of your pity. You very obviously didn't want me not even a week ago, why the sudden change of heart? Just leave me alone. You know better than anyone how annoying it is to have someone continuously pester you after you've so obviously shown your distaste for their presence."

Your stomach hurt, your eyes burned, and your throat throbbed. The worst part was the way everything in you was screaming to forgive him, but being the stubborn person you were, you couldn't.

"You don't truly mean that, do you?" He took a step forward, eyes locked on yours.

Tears welled in your eyes, but you refused to let them fall, refused to say anything.

Each step he took forward, you took back until you were sandwiched between the wall and the person you least, yet most, wanted to be in this situation with.

He slammed his hand on the wall beside you, preventing your exit. "I suggest you calm yourself, Y/n. If your heart rate quickens at this rate, you may... well you get what I'm saying."

You let out a small squeak, more in fear than anything else. "Mind your ears, it's none of your bus-siness. Also, m-move your arm so I can leave." Fuck. Why are you stuttering Y/n!?

He leaned down, his hot breathe on your ear. "I can help you calm your nerves-" His right hand moved to rest on the small of your back. "If you would like."

You shuddered.

"But you have to ask." He smirked.

"H-Huh?..."

"Hah. You're so quick to forgive me now, even though I knew you were dying to earlier. What? You just want me for my body?" He teased, his mouth falling upon your neck, marking it.

"I- No! I h-haven't even forgiven you yet!" You protested.

"You haven't? Well then I should stop." He pulled away from you, turning to walk away.

It was now or never Y/n.

"W-wait a minute!" You called out, reaching out to him.

He turned to you, hiding his smirk as he did.

"Why, what is it?" He chuckled under his breath.

"Y-I I forgive you," You looked down at the floor, the tiles glowing with the reflection of the moon, nearly full, though not quite.

"You do? Thank you." He then turned again, beginning to walk away once more.

"Wait. Where are you going?" You called out.

"To class, where else?"

You blinked once. Then twice.

Did you read the situation wrong?

No way, what else was he trying to do?

"W-what about..? I..."

He smirked at you.

"Y/n, while I may be a vampire, I cannot read minds."

"Well... it's just... earlier you..." Your face lit ablaze, heat spreading across your cheeks.

"Earlier I?... He took a step towards you.

"You- you know..." You trailed off, hoping he'd get what you were trying to say.

"I seem to have forgotten, please, enlighten me."

"Well... y-you said you would help me calm my nerves..."

"Mhm..?"

"Might you... try to once more..?"

He let out a dry chuckle at this. You were so shy.

He caged you onto the wall once more, his breath on your ear once more.

"How do you suppose I do that?"

His hand was back on your waist, but this time he slid it underneath the fabric of your shirt. He licked at the shell of your ear, causing a surprised sound to leave your throat.

"Well... Like this, I would think."

He looked up at you, red eyes upon your e/c ones. Then, he pulled away once more, a smirk adorning his features.

"I don't really know what you mean by, 'this.'"

Grabbing his hand, you pulled him towards you.

You grabbed his tie, pulling him down to you, "You're teasing..."

He chuckled.

"If you'd answer me, mayb-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, your lips were on his.

Though he had nothing to compare it to, he was pretty sure you were a terrible kisser.

He could teach you, though.

"Mmm.."

Pulling away, he leaned in, whispering in your ear, "Quite sloppy, even for your first time."

Your face flushed.

"As if you could do any better."

He smirked, leaning in, his lips ghosting over yours.

"I think I can prove you wrong"

His glasses knocked against your face, causing it to scrunch when he leaned in.

You both laughed for a second, before your lips met once more.

With Reiji leading the kiss, it was 10x better. He seemed so skilled, and you couldn't help but wonder if he was actually experienced or just good at everything.

"So pretty."

He pulled away, beginning to trail kisses down your neck.

His hand trailed beneath your shirt, groping you beneath it.

You gasped, your hands curling in fists at your sides.

Were you seriously about to do this in an empty classroom at school? What if somebody walks in..?

Reiji let out a dry chuckle, his forehead meeting yours.

(FOREHEAD TOUCHES R SO INTIMATE I MIGHT CRIE)

"Nervous, yes? I won't do anything you don't want me to. Except bite you, of course." He added playfully.

(IDC WHAT U SAY IT'S CANON FOR REIJI TO BE SARCASTIC AND MAKE BAD JOKES.)

You reached your hand into the nape of his neck, grasping his hair there.

He groaned when you did this, which was definitely not your intention, but also definitely hot.

"You're not doing anything I don't want. It's just..." You glanced at the door.

"Oh? You want to be watched, don't you?" He smirked.

"I- No! Definitely not! W-Why would I-" He was teasing you again, wasn't he?

His lips met yours again, his cold hands meeting the skin beneath your shirt. He helped you out of it before removing your bra to stare down at your breasts.

Before you could cover them, his hands were on them, squeezing and pinching.

Your hand fell upon his wrists, tightly gripping them.

"R-Reiji-san," Your face felt hot, you felt hot in general. You rubbed your legs together ever so slightly in hopes he wouldn't notice.

You couldn't help yourself.

"Impatient, aren't we?" He chuckled before shoving his knee in between your legs.

"I tend to you so patiently with no worry of myself, yet you're ungrateful. That's fine. I'll just tend to one of my needs to make up for it."

"Eh!? I- No- I'm not- Ouch!"

Large gulps were taken from your neck, your knees slightly weakening. You honestly expected him to bite you, so you weren't quite mad. Just surprised.

Your hands fell from his wrists, one reaching into his hair, a strong hold placed there, and the other clenching into a fist at your side.

Pulling away, he smirked down at you.

"My my, how erotic."

The sight was quite pleasing to his eyes at least, your neck dripping blood down your shirtless torso.

He was really having the most difficult time holding himself back.

He sighed, reaching behind himself for a chair and pulling it forward. He sat down, reaching his arms behind your back and pulling you onto his lap.

"W-wait! Reiji-san! I'm too heav-" You choked on your words at the sight of his erection straining against his pants.

Reiji reached his hand into your hair, grabbing a handful at your scalp and puling your head back.

He began kissing and (softly) biting your neck, marking it as much as much as he could and licking up the blood dripping from your wound.

You let out a little gasp, grinding down onto his growing erection.

He sighed, releasing his grip on your scalp.

Sliding his hand beneath the edge of your panties, Reiji helped you remove them leaving you in just your skirt.

The fact that he hadn't removed any clothing made you feel even more exposed.

He grinned and ran his hand up your slit, teasing you.

He shoved two fingers against your entrance, his fingers disappearing within you.

"Ah... Reiji.." You gripped onto his shoulder harshly.

"Beautiful.." He sighed and began thrusting his fingers, your liquids dripping down his hand.

You clenched down on his fingers.

"Mmm... I don't think I can hold back anymore.."

His fingers pulled back, a lewd sound emitting from your heat.

He groaned at this, unfastening his belt and unzipping his pants.

He lined himself up with your entrance, an arm wrapped around your back, reaching around to the other side to grip your waist.

Pushing inside you, he let out a huff of air.

"Fffuck, don't clench so hard." He breathed out, his hand squeezing your waist tightly.

You clenched harder at the sound of his voice causing his grip on you to tighten, definitely leaving bruises.

"I-I-I can't. Not when you sound like th-at!" You squeaked out, falling against his chest to bury your face into the space between his shoulder and neck.

He smirked at this, thrusting up into you harshly.

"Oh~? You like it when I talk to you?"

Reiji held onto your hips, directing your movements. He had more length than girth, but still managed to stuff you full.

He leaned into your ear, "You like being fucked in the classroom, huh? Like that anyone can walk it at any moment? You want them to, don't you?" Reiji watched his cock as it disappeared within your cunt, pulling out all the way, only to be slammed back in.

You shook your head, tears wetting his neck at the intensity as you clenched and unclenched on him.

He chuckled, "Look at you, getting excited just at the thought."

You wanted to deny it because, really, you didn't want to be watched, but all you could do was let out muffled moans into his neck.

Grasping onto your hair, Reiji pulled your head away from his neck, your neck bared to him and moans unmuffled.

"Fuck, look at you. Such a whore for my cock. Bet you've been daydreaming about this, huh? Been thinking about this everyday? Trying to seduce me by throwing yourself at me?"

His thrusts increased in speed as he leaned forward to lick up your neck to your mouth, which he sloppily kissed.

His hand dropped from your hair to your heat, his thumb and index finger pinching at your most sensitive spot, causing lewd moans to leave your throat, increasing in pitch.

He lifted you up, laying you back on one of the lab tables, the temperature causing goose bumps to rise on your skin.

He pushed your right leg up to your chest, relentlessly thrusting into your cunt, enjoying the squelching sounds being produced.

"Mmm, I'm gonna cum. Spill it all in your tight little cunt. Fill you up with my seed. Mark you as mine. You'd like that, wouldn't you." Reiji reached his thumb down to your small bud once more, rubbing in slow, tight circles.

Your breathing became unsteady, arms curling around his back to pull him close to you and moans growing louder once more.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum!" Tears welled in your eyes, you back arching off the table and your toes curling.

Your cunt spasmed on his cock, your vision going dark for a second as the most intense orgasm you had ever experienced racked through your body.

Reiji let out a groan before spilling his load inside you, riding out your orgasms.

Your arms fell limp to your side, exhausted.

"I must say Y/n, you're far more risky than I had expected." He let out a little huff, helping you sit up on the desk.

He fixed his pants before helping you get dressed.

Reiji grabbed your hand, and in the blink of an eye, you guys were in his room.

"H-huh..?" Could they teleport or something? And why his room? Didn't he just pity fuck you or something?

"Uhm... should I... leave?" You stared down at his feet as you questioned him knowing the answer was probably rejection.

"Well... If you'd like. I don't want to force you or anything. Though, I was sort of hoping you would stay."

"St-stay...?"

This was requested on my Wattpad.

#diabolik lovers #reiji sakamaki #reiji x reader #reiji smut #reiji x reader smut #chubby reader #insecure reader #female reader #reiji x female reader #ayato sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #yui kimori #diabolik lovers smut #fem reader

[themountainsays]

Bro you got any brulores headcanons you sitting on? The crumbs are getting to me

And I just like being nosey

Kskd mmmmmm. Mmm yeah actually I've been thinking a lot about this one. Both Bruno and Dolores suffering from hallucinations as a result of abusing and exploiting their gifts (under Alma's order), combined with the general stress of being a Madrigal.

The idea is that Bruno used to have a lot of visual hallucinations, mostly relating to visions, sometimes even relating to future moments he hasn't seen yet. He can never tell if it's his mind getting messed up or if it's his gift acting up. It used to scare him a lot when he was a teen, and he never told Alma, but his sisters always helped him tell hallucinations apart from reality and comforted him when he was too stressed. He had good and bad periods in his life. He could go years and years without big problems and then all of a sudden start seeing things and people that aren't there all day, every day. They often got worse when he used his gift too much. It took a pretty bad physical and mental toll on him. He continued to have hallucinations inside the walls, though these weren't as grounded in the future. He would see family members whom he *knew* were actually out there, or he'd see characters like Jorge and Hernando, with whom he would talk with. He thinks it's his brain trying to cope with the loneliness. They weren't as bad as when he was young, but he's still scared of doing something dangerous because he couldn't tell what was real in his enviroment and what wasn't. Again, inside the walls, he has good and bad moments. Sometimes the hallucinations themselves are comforting, even, especially the ones he has while in the walls. It varies a lot on how stressed he feels and how much he uses his Gift. Really, if he took a long break from his Gift and was in a healthy enviroment, the hallucinations would stop completely, but he's still kinda "stuck".

Dolores on the other hand only has auditory hallucinations. She kinda has it worse, because 1) she never told anyone and has no one to help her and 2) she struggles a lot to tell hallucinations apart from real sounds. She has no idea if the broken window she heard two blocks away truly broke or not. Everything is so far away. Sometimes she'll hear someone's voice further away or closer than they should be. It's mostly voices saying scary things to her. They're never nice or comforting. It's always voices of people she knows. Those are easy to identify because she can tell she has no one actually whispering in her ear, and they're often "out of character", but they're quite stressful. She hears things that aren't there because Alma forces her to strain her power constantly, to act as this "human panopticon", which combines with the pressure to keep secrets. It's a symptom of abusing her power beyond its limit. She's very careful with what she hears and will always "listen twice" before confirming any information (for example, if she covers her ears and the sound is just as loud and clear, she can tell it's a hallucination).

Bruno realizes after coming out of the walls because he knew what it was like and recognizes in her his own experiences. She'll flinch at something that wasn't there or stare at an empty spot for a moment. He's the first person to talk to her about it and help her. He also tells her parents (with Dolores' permission), and has a very serious conversation with Alma, because he knows very well why Dolores's gift is turning against her.

Though I admit I want to do a bit more research on hallucinations and psychosis before I "commit" to this concept. I wouldn't want to play into any harmful stereotypes or ideas. I like to think the Madrigales could suffer from pretty bad physical and mental symptoms if they abuse their Gift too much and since Bruno and Dolores have somewhat similar powers that allow them to see and hear more than most, I thought something like hallucinations would be fitting.

#madrigalcest #brulores #shipcest

[fandom-strumpet]

Blue Eyes

This fic was inspired by the song Emerald Eyes by Anson Seabra

Word Count: 1,527

It was a boring Saturday, you were in between bad guys and the rest was unusual but welcome. The Salvatore house was the ideal place to relax and hang out, it was much more spacious and some how more like home than your actual home. You had been listening to music through your earbuds on the couch, bouncing your foot to the beat. Kai sat across the living room, diving into one of the old books from Stefan's collection on the wall. After listening to Emerald Eyes you decided exactly what you wanted to do that night. Putting your earbuds away, you cross over to Kai and drum a little pattern on his knees. "Hey, Parker. I want to show you something cool tonight." Putting his book down slightly he looked up with a curious smile, his blue eyes gleaming in the sun beam streaming from the tall window. "What is it?" "I want to show you the state park, we'll have a picnic up in my favorite spot and look at the stars." You flashed him a cheesy smile and wiggled your eyebrows. Ugh, I am so bad at this flirting thing. "Sounds fun. It's about damn time we got out of the house. I'll get the picnic basket ready." Half an hour later and you were both packed up and ready to head out. Kai pulled his favorite blue car up to the front so you could both hop in. With a creak and a thud, you closed the passenger door and slid in close enough to where you could rest your head on his shoulder if you wanted.  "Which way is the state park?" Kai asked, putting the car in gear as you started to roll onward. "Just follow the highway and you'll go straight to it." you tried to give a confident smile but you felt so nervous inside. Tonight is the night. The car ride was a blast, you found the rock and roll station and Kai turned the volume up. With windows rolled down, your hair blew wildly as the both of you sang along to the blaring music. Rolling hills turned into pine tree covered mountains, rocky cliffs started to appear here and there. The fresh forest air filled the cabin and you knew you were close to the entrance. “Right there.” you motioned and Kai slowed down to turn into the park. You turned the music down to hear him ask,“Which way now?” “Go left, the scenic view starts there.” you squirmed playfully, excited for the nights events about to unfold. Kai responded in turn by bumping his elbow against you with a smirk. The drive on the scenic view was surreal, not much needed to be said as you stared out the windows in wonder of nature’s artwork. Wildflowers were scattered here and there, the tall trees making a scene just for the two of you, showing off the fluttering leaves and the sound of the birds chirping away. About 10 minutes into the drive you reached the top of the mountains. There were wide, open spacious views of the surrounding mountains and hills. A green valley spread below while to the right it turned into a beautiful rocky canyon. Kai pulled the car to a stop in the mini parking space by the covered picnic area. He reached back to pull out the large picnic basket which looked to be filled to the brim with food. “Is here good?” Kai motioned to one of the large picnic tables. “Nope!” you shouted, still getting the blankets out of the backseat, “Go out to the big grassy area and find us a nice spot!” You bit your lip in excitement and Kai walked around in the grass trying to find just the right spot. He wanted this night to be perfect. He had never really gone on trips with just Y/N before and it was exciting, he was new to emotions but he always felt a different kind when he was with her. There was some emotion that he couldn’t describe, he tried to talk to Damon about how his stomach did flips like he was going to puke, his heart raced and he felt warm, he wanted to know what it meant but Damon just laughed and walked away. Maybe tonight he would find out. At last he found the perfect spot and just in time as Y/N came over with the thick blanket to lay down. “Mmmmmm I’m hungry! What did you pack?” your hand bumped into Kai’s as you both tried to open the basket.

 “Ha..Let me get it out.” Kai winked at you. 

You playfully rolled your eyes, used to Kai’s pretentious flirting. Did his cheeks turn pink? No. No way, you’re just imagining. You scoot back, giving him room to spread out the assortment of food he had packed.

“Damn- I didn’t know you could fit that much food in there. This looks amazing!” 

Kai gave you a proud smile, “I’ve had time to practice my cooking.” 

Digging into the food, your stomach had a taste of heaven. Kai closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his skin. You allowed your eyes to wander over him as he sat back on his arms peacefully. He opened his eyes and you cleared your throat, looking away quickly to avoid his suspicion. Once you were both full, Kai packed up the basket and set it off to the side. The sun had almost finished setting, the orange, pink and purple streaks quickly fading. Kai and you both laid down onto your backs with a content sigh. A chill started to kick in as the temperature dropped and out of instinct you both moved closer together. Kai’s put his arms up above his head to relax, for some reason it was so attractive even though he didn’t mean for it to be. His muscles flexed through his shirts created butterflies in your stomach. You could only imagine what it would feel like to be held in his arms. Kai looked up to the night sky, he couldn’t help himself from looking over at you. The way you gazed up in wonder, and how your eyes sparkled from the reflection of the stars. Humming, he allowed one of his arms to droop around your shoulder. You pretended not to notice, not wanting to make a bigger deal out of it than you should. Your heart said otherwise. 

“Look. Look right there at the colors changing!” you pointed, trying to show Kai the discovery you had made. 

“I don’t see what you’re pointing to.” he furrowed his eyebrows. 

You moved in closer trying again but he hummed a no in response. You made a risky decision but decided it would be worth it. You rolled on top of him, his chest pressed flush against your back and you held one if his arms against your stomach while pointing up to the sky with your other hand.

 “Look,” you giggled, “do you see it now?” You leaned your head back so you could look at  him. 

“I see it- what is it?”

“I have no idea- but it’s beautiful.” you leaned your cheek against his to look back up. 

Your smell was intoxicating to him, the rose aroma flooding his senses until all he could think about was you on top of him. He loved the feel of your body rising and falling against him.

 Kai breathed into your ear, “Just like you.” 

Your breath hitched, unsure if you really heard what you thought you did. Suddenly Kai’s hands moved to your waist to turn you over. He moved one hand to the middle of your back and drew lazy circles. The light breeze floated her hair into a halo, his breath caught at the sight and he moved his fingers through your hair. You loved the feel of his hand against you and felt a slight chill when the cold from his rings made contact with your bare skin. Even with the temperatures dropping, you didn’t feel the cold. You decided this was the moment. 

“I love you.” you said softly, looking at the man who was your all and everything.

“You- love me?” his hand froze on your back and he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

“More than life itself.” you responded without hesitating.

“I- um- sorry, I get nervous around such a pretty girl. You make my heart race, and the smell of you absolutely drives me wild.”

You looked down and blushed. Kai gently brought his fingers beneath your chin and lifted your eyes to meet his. “I love you too.” 

Mind racing, his hand slid down to your throat. The cold of his silver rings gave you goosebumps and just like that- he pulled you towards him, lips colliding into a sweet and tender kiss. A kiss of passion that starry-eyed dreamers wait their whole lives for. The kiss between two people who have at long last found their soul mate. Time stood still, the universe paused to watch the epic moment of the beginning of a love story like no other. 

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#kai parker #kai parker fanfiction #kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #emerald eyes

[koskareevesismyqueen]

Echo’s Girl, Part I

Pairing: Echo x f!reader

Description: Becoming clone trooper Echo’s girl

AO3 link here

Link to the optional explicit part coming soon

Rating: teen

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: none

Author’s note: This is more of a set up chapter for reader and Echo’s relationship. I will be posting an optional chapter for 18+ audiences in the next couple of days (please please please only engage if you are over 18 and prepared to read NSFW content). There will be 4 parts and we’ll see Echo next as an ARC Trooper! I hope you enjoy this part – if you do please consider reblogging it to share it with other people.

Part I – Clone Trooper

Your first fieldwork assignment. You were nervous, so kriffing nervous. You knew exactly what you had to do but somehow, being dropped off at the Grand Army of the Republic’s barracks, surrounded by soldiers and weapons and war ships made it all the more terrifying. You weren’t quite sure if you were built to be here. No, you knew you weren’t built to be here. You were a scientist and that’s where you were comfortable, in a lab or in the field conducting research. But with the Republic’s funding your best option was getting transport via the GAR, so here you were. You make your way off the taxi speeder, nervously playing with the straps on your bag as a soldier jogs his way towards you. You gulp. This was getting scarier and scarier by the second. How were you supposed to last on a warship for a week?

“Doctor?” He asks as he steps toward you.

“Uh, not yet but yes,” you say and his brow furrows in confusion, but he holds his hand out to take your bag anyway.

“Captain Rex,” he says with a shy smile, “I’ll take you to meet the rest of the boys. We’ll all be around for the next week until you’ve left us for your mission, so it’ll be good for you to have a few friendly faces.”

You nod and follow along, trailing behind him like a lost puppy, completely and utterly out of your depth but trying hard to stay afloat. He takes you over to a group of soldiers who are milling about, clearly enjoying a few moments of peace.

“Men, I’d like to introduce you to our guest. She’ll be staying with us for the next week until we drop her off for her mission. She’s no soldier so if anyone wants to accompany her, show her around so she can get used to being here…”

One of the soldiers steps forward, white armour with the signature blue decals that match the rest of the men, then his own unique handprint that adorns his chest. He reaches up and takes his helmet off and in that moment your heart stops. Yeah, every single man here looks exactly the same. But there’s something about him. You take a deep breath and smile as all the other men and Rex melt away. You hold out your hand to introduce yourself and he smiles sweetly in return.

“I’m Echo. We’ll load up onto the ship, get your stuff in your room and then once we’re in hyperspace I’ll give you the grand tour.” You follow him, suddenly feeling a little less lost and like you’ve found a little piece of home.

♡

You relax a little more once the ship has lurched into hyperspace. You’re no stranger to space travel but it still makes you feel a little queasy each time. Now you’re comfortably travelling and Echo’s grand tour has started you feel like you can semi settle for the next week at least. If you had to live this life for much longer you don’t think you’d cope, but it’s okay for now. Echo shows you the important spots like medical areas, the canteen, and transports. He even takes the time to show you a few quieter spots where you can get a little peace and quiet if you need it. For a few moments you stand in each spot drinking in the silence and the shades of blue that hyperspace creates, thinking about how peaceful the silence is with Echo. At one point, you tilt your gaze to look up at him and the way the blue falls over his features. He moves his gaze to meet yours and for a moment you stop breathing, worried your little crush was coming on too strong. But he just smiles that sweet, warm smile and gently takes your hand to pull you towards your next destination. He lets go of it as soon as you’re heading the right way, but you feel the lingering sensation of his touch on your palm and will him to hold your hand again.

Kriff, you think to yourself, suddenly disgusted that you weren’t acting like a lost puppy but a love sick one, you’d only been away from normal human contact for a few hours and you were already acting like this?

“That’s pretty much everything. We don’t have much to do during travel time apart from prepping for the next mission and we generally have to stay out of the cafeteria unless it’s our designated time to eat, but I guess I could chat with the service droids and see if you get special exemptions?”

“Yeah, that would be great. I need caf to keep me fuelled while I keep sorting through literature,” you say with a small chuckle as you hold up the data pad.

“So, what’s your research about?” Echo asks as you head back towards the cafeteria.

“I’m monitoring purrgil movements. We know…not a lot about them and now with the war on and more ship movement we need to predict their movements to ensure safety. I’m trying to better understand them, breeding patterns and movements so we can avoid them during ship movements.”

“Oh, so, I guess you’re working to protect the clones in a roundabout way?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I’ve never thought about it that way before. I just think of it that I’m protecting the purrgils too. Most people just think of them as a nuisance but they’re beautiful creatures which have been massively looked down upon. It’s sad, and I hope my work can change people’s opinions.”

You walk into the cafeteria and the white walls are a stark contrast to the grey of the rest of the ship.

“Wait here,” Echo says, motioning to an empty table, “I’ll go and chat to the droid.” Echo jogs off and you can’t help but admire him for a second before turning your attention to your data pad. You flick through your schedule, moving around what work you had planned for when to make your schedule for the next week a little more…hyperspace doable. The soft sound of two plastic mugs clinking off the table pulls your attention away from your work and instead to Echo’s warm smile.

“Droid says you can come in whenever. Even gave us hot cocoa now to seal the deal,” he smiles triumphantly as your eyes light up.

You take the mug in your hands, cradling it as you allow the heat to rise through you, then take a deep sip. It’s the kind of rubbish hot cocoa you had on camping trips when you were younger. It’s good.

“Mmmmmm,” you say between sips, “this is amazing. If I ever need something doing while I’m here, I’m coming to you Echo. Your negotiation skills are supreme.”

He lets out a soft chuckle which fills you with a warmth that the hot cocoa never could, and the two of you launch into easy conversation. You tell Echo more about your research and how you got into it, your life on Coruscant and everything that goes with it. He tells you about life as a clone trooper, growing up on Kamino and his brothers. The time passes fast and your schedule for starting up on work goes through the window but you don’t mind at all.

“Hey, Echo,” another clone trooper says as he jogs up to your table. He’s similar looking to Echo of course, but with a tattoo of the number 5 on his temple and facial hair on his chin. You briefly remember seeing him near Echo at the start of the day, although you can’t remember who Rex introduced him as, and assume the two are close.

“Hey, ner vod,” he quickly introduces his brother as Fives.

“We’re going to the onboard 79s tonight,” Fives turns his gaze to you, “you’re welcome to come, save you from being bored to death by this one all night,” he punches Echo in the process, and Echo glowers back at him.

“Yeah, sounds good. Any excuse to get away from doing work anyway.” Not that you had managed to do more than rearrange your schedule so far, which had been pointless anyway as you had ended up spending all afternoon with Echo instead.

“Okay, well we were going to head down in a couple of hours so I’ll see you then. Echo, we’re going to do some training to kill time. You in?”

Echo looks at you uncertainly.

“It’s fine, I should probably get a little work in and take a shower first anyway.”

“Can you remember where you’re going?”

“Yeah, roughly. I’ll find my way.”

“Okay, well as long as you’re still not wondering around the ship lost I’ll come grab you at 1900.”

You watch Echo go with Fives, a small smile creeping across your lips and a giddy feeling searing through your veins.

♡

You’re on fieldwork, you didn’t exactly plan to bring any nice clothes. You have a couple of pairs of leggings which at least flatter your figure and a couple of cropped vest tops that you usually sleep in. When you pair them together you don’t exactly look party ready, but you decide that you look good enough for whatever an onboard bar is like for clone troopers. You pull your hair out of its braids and put on the very small amount of makeup you packed. You decide, all in all you look good. But the nerves are eating you alive right now. Partly at not wanting to make a fool of yourself, but also the fear that you were maybe misreading Echo and making a fool of yourself that way. You shake your head to clear the negative thoughts, then jump at the knock on your door.

You step out and Echo is waiting for you, playing with his gloves and you hope, for a brief second, that he feels as nervous as you.

“You look amazing,” he says, his voice wobbling slightly. He had to be nervous, had to be.

You smile back, “so, this onboard bar?”

“Oh, it’s not much,” he says with a small laugh, “just a corner that was quiet enough for us to find a new use for it. We thought it’d get shut down, but I guess they decided a little down time was good for us.”

And he’s right. When you arrived at the ‘bar’ it’s not a lot at all. A dark space strung with whatever artificial lights had been found around, upturned boxes and storage containers. The bar itself was only obvious because of the sheer number of troopers milled around it. You suddenly feel a little self-conscious, the only female there, and almost as if he can sense it Echo protectively wraps his arm around you. The attention of the gazes pinning you immediately shift and you feel instantly better. Granted, it shouldn’t take a man’s protection to make you feel safe but with Echo it felt too good to deny. He guides you over to the makeshift table where Fives and a few of the other guys from this morning are sat.

“So, how did you manage to put up with this one all day?”

You let out a soft chuckle, “I grew up with 5 sisters, believe me I can put up with a lot.” But you lean back a little and give Echo a soft nudge, resulting in him giving you an affectionate smile. The night goes on and it’s incredibly easy with the boys, especially with Echo guiding you through in moments where you feel unsure. It’s obvious how close they all are, especially Echo and Fives who you now know grew up together. Rex makes a brief appearance although you get the impression that it’s more to keep up appearances and morale than actually wanting to be there. You can’t help but feel that he’s a little preoccupied, although you can’t blame him either.

You’re there for a few hours before you decide to call it a night. After all, you do have work to do at some point and you had spent a whole day away from it. Not wasted, because spending the day with Echo had been fun. But it was still time away from work that you couldn’t afford in the long run.

You turn to Echo, gently squeezing his arm to get his attention.

“You okay?” He asks, the liquid courage clearly showing as he takes your hand and rubs his thumb over your knuckles.

“Yeah, I was thinking of heading off soon. I have a bunch of work to catch up on tomorrow so I should probably wake up early.”

“Sure, I’ll walk you back.”

“Oh, it’s fine Echo. You stay here, I can find my way back.”

But he’s clearly made his mind up because he links in fingers in yours as he stands up, so you follow.

“Bye guys, it was nice getting to know you all tonight!” You call out as they say they’re goodbyes (and a few whistles in reaction to your’s and Echo’s entwined fingers).

You walk in peaceful silence back to your room, although you can tell that Echo is gearing up to say something. You stop when you reach you door, gently squeezing Echo’s fingers as an almost goodbye. But instead, he takes your other hand in his so the two of you are facing each other.

“I, uh. I just wanted to say that I really enjoyed spending time with you today. It’s nice to have a break away from the guys sometimes. And, I really like, uh, you. Specifically.” You smile at Echo’s words, his nerves feeling you with the sweetest feeling. Knowing that he clearly won’t make the move himself, you pull your hands away from his and place them on his cheeks, pulling the two of you together and your lips to lock. For a second, he pauses, clearly a little taken back. But then he gently places his hands on your waist pulling you into him and you deepen the kiss, fireworks exploding through your veins with ecstasy. After a few moments you pull away, willing your legs to keep working and not turn to jelly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Echo,” you say before placing a final soft kiss on his cheek and escaping into your room.

♡♡♡♡♡

#echo #clone trooper echo #arc trooper echo #arc trooper echo x reader #echo x f!reader #bad batch #the bad batch #the clone wars #bad batch x reader

[mosylufanfic]

The Hotel Room

For the Killervibe Gift Swap, for @firesoulstuff. Behold, a fluff!

The Hotel Room

Caitlin had to pause in the hallway to gather her suitcases together, so Cisco saw the hotel room first. "Ah, Caitlin," he called over his shoulder. "I don't know how to break it to you, but - "

"What," she said warily. 

"This room only has one bed."

She came up behind him and peered over his shoulder. It was an enormous bed. A lake of a bed. A national park of a bed. It looked glorious. "Honey," she said, kissing his cheek, "we're married."

"Oh yeah! In that case, we're fine."

She snorted and nudged him out of her way as he giggled. She heaved her suitcase onto the end of the bed, unzipping it. 

He flopped sideways onto the bed, groaning in pleasure. It had been a long flight. "What're you doing?" 

"Unpacking, what else?"

"We literally just got here."

"And everything is going to get wrinkled if I don't hang it up and put it away." She narrowed her eyes at him. "You should do the same."

He waved a hand. "Later. In the meantime, you're missing out on this bed." He swept his arms and legs out like he was making a snow angel. Even with her suitcase taking up part of the real estate, the bed was big enough for him to do that.  "You see this? You see this luxury? This squishy down comforter? Mmmmmm."

"I should have packed my blacklight," she murmured. "Hotels often don't wash their blankets."

"I'm pretending I didn't hear that," he said. "C'mon. C'mere." He rolled on his side and gave her puppy eyes. "I miss my wife."

"I'm three feet away," she pointed out, but put one last pair of linen shorts into the drawer and crawled up next to him on the bed.

It was incredibly comfortable. 

She let out a sigh and snuggled into his side. "This is nice," she mumbled as his arm looped over her shoulders and pulled her close.

"Best honeymoon I've ever had already."

They'd gotten married quietly nine months before, and put off their honeymoon until now. Caitlin didn't regret that - they'd had some good reasons. But it was wonderful to be here now, snuggling with Cisco, in the sun-washed room and the cloud-soft bed.

"When was the last time we had all this peace and quiet?"

"Too long," he said. "Waaaay too long."

"Mmmm." She should take this time to relax. Maybe even nap. How long since she'd just had a good long nap?

"You're thinking about your suitcase," he murmured into her hair. 

"Just a little bit."

He sighed and shifted his arm. "Okay, go."

She gave him a quick kiss and scrambled off the bed to finish unpacking. He stretched out again, dozing, as she hung up dresses and folded shirts into the drawer set, leaving room for his clothes.

Speaking of that  . . . 

"I see you looking at my suitcase," he mumbled. 

"Your eyes are closed."

"I see it anyway. I'll unpack later."

"But -"

"And if anything is wrinkled, I'll iron it myself with my two mighty hands."

She huffed to herself, but they'd worked out the whole laundry thing when they'd first moved in together, and she really just wanted to distract herself. She drifted toward the window to study the sunny beach below. 

"That was a deep sigh," Cisco said. He'd opened his eyes and was looking at something on his phone. "Is my suitcase that obnoxious?"

"No," she said. "I have to confess something, but you'll laugh at me."

"No, I won't," he said.

She gave him a skeptical look. 

"I promise," he said, crossing his heart. "What is it?"

"I miss the baby," she whispered.

He shut his eyes tight. "Oh my god, me too." 

"Really? Are you just saying that?"

He flipped his phone around and showed her what he'd been looking at - a picture of their daughter, all big brown eyes and chubby cheeks.

Caitlin's heart went to mush in her chest, the same as it did every time she saw that little face. They'd left her at Cisco's parents' house just that morning, but knowing they wouldn't see her in person again for a week felt interminable.

He pushed himself up to a sitting position. "We can Facetime right now."

So tempting. But - "She's down for her nap, isn't she?"

He checked his screen. "It's two o'clock over there, and Little Miss Her Mother's Daughter is probably waking up right on schedule."

She hesitated, but it was true. You could practically set your watch by their daughter's wake-ups. "Okay, do it."

He called his parents, who picked up on the first ring. They chatted politely about the flight and the hotel before his mother finally said, "Ohhhh, I hear somebody awake, you want to see?"

"Yes, please!" Caitlin said, and in another moment, the screen moved into another room and showed them their daughter. 

Though she'd been born bald, at six months old, Rebecca Ramon had a head full of thick brown hair, currently rumpled and disorderly from her nap.  She was rubbing her eyes as if she'd just woken up.

"Wakey wakey," Caitlin cooed, like she did every time she went to get her daughter up from her nap.

At the sound of her mother's voice, the baby focused on the screen, let out an ear splitting squeal and reached out, squeezing the air with her little fists.

"Who's that?" Cisco said. "Is that my baby? Are you my baby? Yes, you are!"

"Are you being good for Abuela?" Caitlin said. "We miss you!"

She burbled and kicked her legs with joy.

They cooed and babbled nonsense at her until she got distracted by something. A sunbeam? A fly buzzing around her room? A mirror on the far wall? Who knew, but they were both well-versed in their daughter's microscopic attention span.

"She's going to want a snack soon, Mama," Cisco said.

"Pssssh, I'm on it, mijo. You act like I didn't raise you." His mother propped the phone on the bedside table and scooped Rebecca up from her crib. "Ven a comer, mija," she said, lavishing kisses that made the baby wiggle and giggle. "Quieres banana?" She picked up Rebecca's hand and waved it at the screen. "Say bye bye, mija! Say bye bye!"

"Goodbye, we love you, be good!"

His dad picked up the phone then, but just to say goodbye, because the game was about to be on. They said their goodbyes and ended the call.

Caitlin let out a sigh. 

"Yeah," Cisco said. "I feel better too."

"I actually feel a little guilty about leaving her for a week," Caitlin admitted. 

"Yeah, we're the worst parents ever, leaving her to get spoiled rotten by her nana and tata for seven whole days," he said, looping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. 

She elbowed him. "I just - we've never left her this long before."

"I know, I know. But she'll be fine, and they'll be fine. And we'll be extremely fine after a week of sun and sand and relaxing, right?"

That was a good point. She relaxed into him. "We will."

They sat like that for a few minutes, then he let out a sigh. "Guess I'd better get unpacked though." He let go of her and started to get up.

She grabbed his shirt to stop him. "I think that can wait."

He eyed her. "Really? Who are you and what have you done with my wife?"

She cocked her head, smiling up at him. "It's just I thought of something else we haven't done in awhile."

The smile started at the edges of his mouth and spread over his face. "Oh, yeah? What's that?"

She tugged at his shirt, and he obediently dropped back onto the bed. She leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his mouth.  "Guess."

FINIS

#Cisco Ramon #Caitlin Snow #killervibe #killervibemonth #killervibemonth21 #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #fanfiction #FLUFFFFFF #domestic fluff #the flash

[toxophilitis]

Hot Daughter Peeps  cont

CHAPTER EIGHT

Tracy's cunt was still buzzing from the great fucking when she heard a car drive up the driveway outside her window. She jumped off the bed and covered her jutting tits. As she ran to the kitchen, her dress fell into place, high on her lovely young thighs, barely covering her cute little ass.

She dashed to the back door of Al Benson's house, waited until she heard him inside, and then knocked rapidly, urgently.

Al opened the door and smiled from ear to ear to see his little playmate looking so sexy in her cute little dress. His prick hardened in his pants as Tracy pushed her way in.

"Oh, Mr. Benson," she panted. "Hi. I glad to see you. I came right over after school, but you weren't here."

"I had to run to the store. Sorry I missed you. But I'll make it up to you."

"Mmmmmm, that sounds nice," Tracy purred, and felt better already.

"How about a kiss?" Al said, and took her into his arms so he could press his cock against her belly.

Tracy kissed him a hot one and licked his tongue when it invaded her sexy young mouth, but then she pushed at his shoulders.

Al grinned, "Are you naked under this little thing?"

"Yes," Tracy said, wriggling out of his embrace. "But we can't do anything right now. Mr. Smith went to get my mom and they might be back any minute."

"Well, I can kiss you until then," Al said thickly.

He took her slim waist between his big hands and suddenly lifted her off her feet and perched her little ass on the counter. He pushed her dress way up and got his face between her thighs and licked at her juicy little cunt.

"Mr. Benson!" she gasped. "Golly! You're enough to drive a girl crazy! We can't now! Ohhhhh, don't stick your tongue in me! You'll get me horny, and we can't fuck right now!"

Al chuckled into her muff and tongue-fucked her tight pussy-hole. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, licking his lips. "Have you been fucking?"

"Never mind that now," Tracy said breathlessly. "You have to tell me something. Why does my mom want me to stay away from you? We all used to be friends. What happened? I don't think she wants to tell me."

"I don't blame her," Al said, stroking her exposed pussy with his fingers. "It isn't something a mother wants to tell her daughter."

"What?" Tracy shrieked. "What's all the mystery about? Tell me, or I'll never fuck you again."

"Okay, you asked for it. Your mother and father aren't divorced. The son-of-a-bitch ran off with my wife! When me and your mother weren't around, they were fucking their asses off over there and in here!"

"Oh, wow!" Tracy gasped.

The wheels turned in her little head. Her eyes registered comprehension. Now she understood a lot of things.

"Oh, wow," she said again.

Then her voice softened and her eyes got sad. "Poor Mom," she muttered. "And poor you."

She slipped off tie counter to her feet. Her heart went out to him. She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and unzipped his pants and got his big cock out.

"You poor man," she said sympathetically, and took his prick into her mouth. She sucked him off until she heard a car outside.

She slid her sexy young mouth way down on his rigid prick and swirled her tongue round and round his cock-head. She pumped her fist up and down on his thick cock-shaft as her lips, tongue and mouth took care of his cock-head.

Al groaned deep in his throat and leaned back against the kitchen table for support. He stared down at the golden head of his teenaged fuck mate and gritted his teeth with intense pleasure as Tracy blew him. Then she heard the car outside.

"Oh! I gotta go! Save it for me!"

"Save it!" Al choked. "Why don't you..."

But Tracy was gone. She flew out the door and pranced to her own kitchen, just in time to see her mother and Phil Smith coming in the front door.

"Hi, Mom," she chirped brightly. "How was the movie?"

"It was great. You should go see it. I think you'd like it."

Tracy looked from her mother to Phil, who winked at her. Was her mother trying to get her out of the house? Yes, that was it.

"I'd like to," she said.

"I'll give you the money," Phil said.

Tracy made her eyes big. "Oh, I couldn't let you do that. I'm not supposed to take money from strangers."

A typical mother, Carol broke her own rule when it suited her. "Phil isn't a stranger, darling. I told you he's a friend. And he likes you. Don't you, Phil?"

"Sure do," Phil said with a private grin for Tracy, who smiled back at him. "Here, take ten bucks and have a good time."

Tracy's eyes lit up as she got on tip-toes and gave Phil a kiss on the cheek. Only Phil knew that she felt his crotch and gave his prick a little squeeze.

"See you later," she bubbled, and hurried out of the house.

Why not go to a movie? she thought. It'll give me time to think about Mr. Benson and Mom. They shouldn't be enemies. What can I do about that?

She pondered the problem even as she watched the film. It was boring to her and she wondered if Mr. Benson was watching one of his fuck films. Now that would be exciting!

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the man sit next to her. The first time she knew he was there was when she felt something on her thigh. It was the man's pinky! It was creeping over the curve of her thigh toward her crotch!

Her leg jerked a little and suddenly a raspy voice near her ear whispered, "Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid," she whispered back, and the hand jumped.

Smiling to herself, she let her thighs open nice and wide. In the dark of the theater she slowly inched her dress up on her legs. The man's pinky touched firm flesh and froze a moment before continuing its slow journey to her pussy.

It froze again when it touched furry hair and a naked cunt. Tracy smothered a giggle and sat very still as several fingers found her pussy attractive. The next thing she knew, one lone finger was massaging her clit real nice.

Her arm was on the armrest between the seats. A big hand suddenly touched hers, then grasped it. Tracy felt her hand being guided in the dark to the right. It was lowered and her fingers curled around a big, thick, wet prick.

She moaned softly and slumped in her seat a little so the man could really get at her cult while she slowly jerked his cock. Now she was glad she came to the movie.

But diddling wasn't enough for her. Her breathing quickened and her nipples tingled, and her clit quivered and she was horny for something more than this.

Having no fear, she whispered to her mystery man, "I'll eat you if you'll eat me."

All she heard was a strange guttural sound, but she took that to mean that he was willing.

"You first," she whispered.

The hand left her cult and Tracy could barely see a dark form slide to the floor and come over between her outstretched knees. Hot breathing burned her crotch for a moment, then a wet tongue licked into her cunt. Her eyes got glassy as the man sucked her clit and tongued her pussy-hole for her. It was very exciting!

Her hands gripped the armrests then and her tits grew very taut in the tightness of her dress as her passion mounted. Her eyes burned unseeingly into the movie screen as she slowly churned her ass in the seat and came wetly on the drilling, probing tongue. She shivered and shook and vibrated beautifully and had all she could do to keep from crying out.

When her little earthquake subsided, the horny tongue between her thighs licked her pussy dry, as if its owner loved pussy-juice. Then the warm mouth kissed her cunt affectionately and Tracy felt good about that.

She waited until the man was seated again, then she copied his performance. She slipped to the floor and, on her knees, crept over between his legs. The man sat very still as Tracy jerked and licked his stony prick.

She held his cock firmly and licked her saucy little tongue all over it, up and down, back and forth. Then she took his prick-head between her lips and lashed it with her tongue until the guy groaned. She smiled on his cock and gave it nice sucks until her mouth got horny. Then she blew him in earnest.

She fondled his hot nuts and bobbed her pretty head up and down, faster and faster, as she began liking his prick. Once her mouth was horny for cock-sucking, there was no beating her. She mooned and whimpered as quietly as she could as she sucked the cock to its greatest thickness and height.

Then she licked and sucked hornily to make it burst. In the end, the man's hands came to her head, he pulled as he thrust his boner up into her sucking young mouth. His balls burst with a fury and huge wads of cock-cream blasted into Tracy's hot young mouth. She moaned and sucked all the cum up out of his hot nuts.

Because he had been nice to her pussy, she was nice to his prick. She licked her tongue this way and that and cleaned it dry of his hot slime. Then he killed his cock-head several times before releasing him.

She sat in her seat again and got her breath back. It felt awfully hot in that theater then. Fanning her face with her hand, she leaned over.

"Would you like some popcorn?" she whispered.

There was no answer, so she asked again. But her scent lover was gone. That saddened Tracy a little, but she got over it. She went and bought popcorn and soda for herself and enjoyed the rest of the movie.

When she got home, she found her mother in tears, sitting on the sofa with her head in her hands.

"Mom! What's the matter? Where's Phil?"

"I threw him out," Carol sobbed. "He wasn't a nice man."

"You what? But I thought you said he was a friend. I even kissed him!"

"That's just it!" Carol cried. "He said he wanted to... to... make love to you!"

"That was dumb," Tracy said, and she meant it.

Carol poured her heart out to her daughter. "We were... necking... and all of a sudden he started talking about you, about how sexy you are, and young, and desirable. I thought he was just complimenting you, but his face... got real hot and he said that terrible thing."

Tracy held her mother in her arms and let her cry it out. It was obvious that Carol was going to miss Phil's beautiful cock. So was Tracy.

"That's sad," she said earnestly.

"Well, it's all over now," Carol sniffled as she reached for a Kleenex and dried her eyes. "I won't have anything to do with a man who even thinks of hurting you! Can you imagine him even thinking about doing anything to you?"

Yes, I sure can, Tracy thought, and suddenly was very glad that Phil had fucked her when he did. It was apparently too late now.

Getting herself together, Carol sat up straight and said, "There's leftovers in the kitchen. Are you hungry?"

"No. I ate at the movie."

"A bunch of junk?"

"No," Tracy said. "I had some milk, too."

"Good girl," Carol said, and kissed her daughter on the cheek.

Pleading a headache, Carol said she was going to bed early. Tracy watched her go into her bedroom, and she shook her head dolefully. What was she going to do about her mother?

By the time Tracy thought it was safe to steal over to Mr. Benson's house, a plan had hatched in her fertile young mind. So it was with bated breath and a pounding heart that she hurried next door in the dark of night.

Al Benson was delighted to see her. He told her he had given up hope of seeing her again that day. Tracy pressed up against him and gave him a series of nice kisses on the mouth to make him feel better. Then they went into the living room, dark but for the TV, which was showing a real raunchy fuck film.

"Ohhhh, look at that!" Tracy cooed, her young eyes devouring a scene of two beautiful women sucking one huge cock.

"Want some?" Al offered.

Tracy sat on the sofa with him and faced him. "Not right now. I have to talk to you about something important."

Al didn't press the issue. He just stroked her tits through her light dress until her nipples were spiking, then felt her up between the legs. She heaved a sigh and shivered a little.

"We can talk later, you know," he said.

Tracy's tits had been neglected at the movie. Al's manipulations turned them on. She wanted to talk to him about her mother, but her thoughts sort of filtered away as her nipples tingled.

She pulled the front of her dress down and said, "Suck my tits, Mr. Benson."

"With pleasure!" he said, and he attacked her tits with lips, tongue and mouth.

In no time at all he had her on her back, legs wide and dress way up on her flat tummy. He licked and sucked her tits until she was moaning, then he transferred his hot mouth to her juicy cunt. He knelt on the floor and plastered his face between her hot thighs and devoured her pussy. Tracy went wild.

"I wanna fuck, I wanna fuck," she panted, squeezing her tits and grinding her ass.

"Okay, kitten," Al said thickly and goo between her trembly thighs with cock in hand.

"Fuck!"

He drilled his prick into her open, wet cunt. Her cunt-lips parted juicily for his prick and, though she gasped at his initial entry, her pussy went crazy on his plunging cock. She hugged him to her tits and humped her cunt vigorously, panting and moaning all the while.

Al's cock got soaked in her tight little cunt. It was getting easier every day to fuck the horny teen. He gripped her ass-cheeks in his big hands and yanked her butt upward as he buried all of his prick in her pussy-hole.

Tracy groaned when his cock-head rammed her guts. Then she shivered from head to toe and squealed that she was going to cum any minute. Al fucked her faster and she came wildly, fluidly, copiously. He buried his cock in her squirmy, cummy cunt and shot his fiery load of thick jism.

Cock and cunt clashed for several minutes, like two savage animals attacking each other. They groaned together as they came together. Tracy's pussy creamed and creamed and Al's cock gushed and gushed until they were both spent and gasping for breath. It was a wild fuck.

"Ohhhh, wowwwww," Tracy cooed, holding his cock deep in her tight pussy. "That was fantastic! Super! Awesome! Ummmm, what a fuck!"

Dazzled by his cock, overwhelmed with cummy pleasure, she hugged him tight.

"Golly, I forgot what I came over here for!"

"Something about your mother?" he reminded her.

"Oh! Yes! Get off me! Mr. Benson, you have to help me!" He got off her writhing young body and smiled at her exuberance. She was a beautiful teen fuck. He couldn't wait for her to say what she had to say so he could fuck her again.

"My mom broke off with her boyfriend, Phil," she panted. "She'll meet another guy soon if we don't stop her now. She's gonna get horny and that'll be it. We have to stop her."

"How?" Al wanted to know.

"With your prick!" Tracy exclaimed. "Have you ever made a pass at my mom? I mean, if my dad and your wife were fucking around, did you ever..."

"No, kitten. Sorry, but that never happened. Your mother isn't in to that sort of thing."

"She is now! She even has her vibrator and sexy magazines! She's horny! Now's your chance!"

Al looked dubious. "I don't see how I can help."

"I do!" Tracy bubbled.

[salty-dracon]

Liveblog of Deltarune Chapter 2, in one Tumblr post.

DELTARUNE SPOILERS

Checking out Deltarune Chapter 2.

Does time move differently in the two worlds? I hope not.

Ralsei is so nice to us. Thank you Ralsei for your rooms made specially for us, and totally not over the course of 10 years.

Thanks Toby Fox dog for.... something.

The Internet world reminds me of Mega Man. Is this place like Web 1.0 with those giant cathode ray monitors or is it something else? The mention of Space Pinball makes me think it's the Windows XP era.

I just noticed that a sparkle flew off from us when we jumped into the new world. Was that our second uninvited guest, Rouxls?

Everything about Queen makes me want to punch her stupid face in. Good villain, I guess? Ughhhh she's so mean but in a 16 year old on a chat room kind of way.

The Werewires have such a good design.

Queen attempts to beat us at a fighting game, but with the power of friendship we got through it. "Bosom or Perish" lol.

It's not a highly emotional game without a dancing sequence by a highly irritating musician.

Yeah they're hinting at the Queen having a sidekick and him speaking in a way no one can understand. So it's probably Rouxls.

The enemies in this area look so good.

BERDLY!!! I have a voice in my head for this guy and it's Byakuya Togami, even now.

Triple trucies!

If I ever acted like Berdly towards you, I'm sorry. Also people who act like him suck. I want to draw him doing the Virgin Walk now.

Gamer's Delight of course it is.

I finally figured out the words for what Berdly is. An isekai protagonist. That's it. He's an isekai protagonist.

Hmm. Spamton. Don't like that.

Noelle's honest discussion about the city is a nice break from all the silly shit. I'm glad she could experience it. Why was she spelling out “December” on her walk, though.

I ONLY PLAY MOBILE GAMES

Wow, I didn't expect a shout-out to Kiwami Japan, aka the knife guy who makes knives out of increasingly weird stuff.

Berdly being ass at solving puzzles is giving me, who is good at solving puzzles, life. “Face it, you’re just as big a dumbass as the rest of us!” got me. The backstory for him is interesting, though. Once again, the word “December”, alongside a silhouette of Noelle. Hmm.

I knew those screams weren’t Ralsei! Lol, they were some of those giant conefaced plague doctor Phoenix Wright things!

The Tasque Manager enemy looks so cool.

Oh god. Blue checkmarks.

Is Nubert supposed to be a reference to Omori’s “Humphrey”?

I deeply adore all of the old computer references, like “Mouse Wheel” and the windows XP background behind Queen.

Thanks Toby Fox dog.

That post where it’s three versions of “has food thrown at me, inexplicably eats it all instantly” is what Susie just did. Like the “witch hitting me while i’m sitting in her cauldron: stop eating all the potatoes” one and the “woman throws a drink at me but i swallow it all perfectly” one. That’s what Susie just did.

mmmmmm battery acid and hands and logic puzzles

There’s Rouxls. He’s a pirate now.

GOD DAMMIT!!!

Noooooo poor Noelle. YESSS SUSIE COMING IN CLUTCH

amazing. pre character development noelle lent her a candy cane and susie payed it back by not picking on her. *slow, sarcastic clapping* bravo, asshole. bravo. fuck you

Noelle :’)

Wait a minute. Wait wait wait wait wait. Noelle calls her sister Dess. Noelle stayed silent when one of the words in the spelling bee was “December”. Noelle is Christmas-themed, with her being a reindeer, her name sounding like “Noel”, and mentions of Christmas songs and candy-cane pencils. Is it possible that Noelle’s sister’s name is December, and she lost December to an accident or something?

This is the funniest conversation ever, in the Ferris wheel. Aww. I hope it ends well for both of them. Ah. Berdly came to ruin it.

NOELLE????? WHAT????

This possible revelation that Noelle can strengthen the Darkness, and that a lot of this world is built on her own memories of this person named “December”, leads me to believe that actually, all of the worlds here are built from the memories of a person, in this case, this world was built from Noelle’s memories. But whose memories are the first world built from? Susie’s? Kris’s? Ralsei’s?

All of these boss themes ROCK!

Yeah as I thought, Queen is only acting to save Noelle.

What does the Knight have to do with any of this? There was a Knight in Undertale, though, I think- it was that guy lying on a wall near one of the shops. So the Knight apparently created the darkness through the power of determination, and with determination, which Lightners all possess, anyone can make more darkness. Hmm.

Epic final boss fight against Queen! I wondered what mechanic they'd bring back- turns out it was the fighting game. Despite being an asshole it seems she didn't really want anything bad to happen.

The Roaring is going to be the endgame I guess. Maybe it's the reason all the monsters are underground in Undertale?

And everything was back to normal!

At least Lancer's got a new mom now. Lancer's dad does not like her one bit.

Sans. Good to see you. Funny as ever. Cracking fourth wall breaking jokes about how goddamn long this part took to make.

There it is again. Kris's soul acting on its own- or, by the player's influence. If the last chapter suggested that Kris's soul wasn't ours to control, why did it let us do so again?

What the HELL? So Kris sometimes pulls her soul out, shuts it away, and lets it sit there while she goes out and does her own thing? That explains the connection between last chapter and this one. There's no discontinuity. We just didn't see her put her soul back into her own body.

So what Kris did just now was slash the cars tires. Why?

Oh. And there's the connection between The Knight and the events of this story. Kris, or at least her body without her soul, is the one causing these fountain of darkness to appear. That's why Kris, with her soul, is the only one who can seal them. Kris is the knight.

#deltarune spoilers

[loversamongus]

Coffee, Chills, and Closeness | modern!Zuko x reader

a/n: I was really happy with the way Friends, Fevers, and Family Movies came out so I decided to write a sequel to it in which you now have to take care of a sick, grumpy, little Zuko. I just really love good ol’ fluff.

warnings: characters sick with the flu; some language

words: 2.2k

After a few more days of bed rest and bowls of Katara’s special flu season homemade soup, you were starting to feel much better. The color reappeared in your face, the bounce returned to your step, and clarity chased out the dizziness in your head. Your best friends noticed your change in health and mood almost immediately.

“Must be my soup,” Katara said as you bounced past her in the kitchen to reach your cereal. You couldn’t help but question a knowing look in her eye. You raised an eyebrow in response.

“Or maybe just some good nights of sleep,” she continued. “You’ve had a smile plastered on your sleepy face for a couple nights now.”

“I’m gonna ignore the fact that you’ve been watching me sleep and eat my breakfast now, if you don’t mind.”

But what Katara said couldn’t be completely ignored, no. You don’t often remember your dreams, but recently you’ve been able to remember one recurring image that has appeared in your subconscious for the last few nights in a row. A certain shaggy haired, golden eyed someone kissing your forehead, just the remembrance of the sensation is enough to give you the chills again. Of course, there were cowboy dolls and astronaut action figures dancing in the background so the mushiness of the dream didn’t last too long.

It’s funny how the nostalgia of your childhood could wiggle its way into any dream, conversation, or movie night decision. You didn’t have a particularly cushy childhood but it was stable enough compared to your friends. While little you sat on the floor of your living room rewatching The Lion King for the umpteenth time, Sokka and Katara were mourning the loss of their mother, Aang was shouldering enormous responsibility that isolated him from his grammar school friends, Toph was being sheltered and completely restricted from most activities by her parents, and Zuko. Well Zuko hasn’t shared much about his childhood with you but the parts he did definitely weren’t filled with faith, trust, and pixie dust.

Your thoughtful reminiscing was quickly interrupted by Sokka barging through the front door, carrying three cups of Jasmine Dragon tea. While handing one cup to his sister and one cup to you, a devilish smirk grew on his face.

“You got your boyfriend sick.”

“My what?”

“You heard me. Iroh told me he came in for his shift all wheezing and hacking and snivelly and had to send him home. Sounds a lot like someone I know.”

“I- Sokka, Zuko isn’t my boyfriend. “

“Yeah, yeah, and I’m not the funniest, sexiest, strongest, most talented man on the planet.”

You heard Katara nearly choke on her orange juice and you reached to pat her on the back before grabbing your wallet and house keys.

“Okay well, I don’t have time to unpack all of that with you. I have to get to the diner.”

At this point, Sokka had already made his bowl of cereal and with a very full mouth, he seemed to be talking to his spoon more so than you. “That’s because you know it’s Zuko.”

“What?”

“I said tell Suki I love her!”

With a roll of your eyes, you headed out the door. For a few moments, you grumbled to yourself over the annoyance of Sokka’s teasing. But very quickly into your walk to the diner, a wave of guilt rushed over you. Zuko is sick with the flu. You knew you shouldn’t have snuggled up to him or cried on his shoulder while watching Toy Story 2!

“Okay but it’s not all my fault. He’s the one that kissed me on my feverish forehead. That was a mistake,” you mumbled to yourself.

Once at the diner, you headed to the workroom to get your apron but before starting the breakfast shift, you took out your phone to send a quick text.

hey heard you were sick :( how ya doing?

Not a minute goes by before you get a response.

Uncle exaggerates. I’m completely fine.

Letting out a sigh, you wonder how you could have met anyone as stubborn as you. The small smile forming on your lips is quickly erased by the sound of your manager calling for you to get on the floor. Your sick friend would have to wait.

The morning shift started out the same as it always had, and you were grateful for the routine after being out sick for the past week. A couple of the regulars welcomed you back with warm smiles and kind tips, while you still made sure to avoid small talk with some of the other diner patrons. Seriously, what was up with that cabbage obsessed man? The morning hours seemed to fly by with ease. Just as you were refilling a coffee pot, however, your calm routine was shattered when you noticed a very pale, black-haired man slouched over one of your tables.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper-yelled at him before passing his table to refill one of your other table’s coffee mugs.

“Getting some breakfast,” he whispered back, propping his droopy head up on his hand.

“Well it’s almost lunch now, you idiot.”

“Getting some brunch then.” A dopey smile appeared on his face but you could see in his eyes that he must not have slept well last night.

“Zuko,” you said, almost scolding. “You shouldn’t be here. You have the flu.”

“I do not. I’m just tired. Can I have some coffee, please?”

“If you’re just tired, why do you sound all congested?” you asked as you poured some coffee for him.

“Allergies,” he replied simply but unconvincingly.

“Oh my god, Zuko,” you began to raise your voice but immediately regretted it when you saw your friend raise his hands to his head. A migraine no doubt, the memory of those still fresh in your head from your own bout with the flu. Lowering your voice, you spoke to him again.

“Why did you come here when you’re sick?”

“It’s Tuesday. I always come in for breakfast on Tuesdays to see you.”

Goddamnit. After being out for a week, you completely lost track of what day it was. Also goddamnit again. Zuko really dragged himself out just to keep up this little ritual even though he looks AWFUL. Okay, not completely awful because somehow even when he’s sick, the way he looks at you could give you chills and suddenly you’re remembering that forehead kiss again and--

“Excuse me, miss? Can I get some more orange juice?”

“Yes, of course. One moment please,” you snap out of your thoughts and reply to your waiting tables.

Before going over to satisfy your customer’s request, however, you turn back to Zuko with a gentle smile. “I’ll bring you some toast and some fruit. I’m sure that’s all you’ll be able to keep down anyways.”

It didn’t take long for the kitchen to fill Zuko’s order and once it was complete, you headed back over to his direction. You had to stop right in your tracks for a moment though and take in the picture before you. In the booth sat a sleepy little Zuko still perched up on his hand but his eyes have fluttered shut. Noiselessly, you place down his plate of toast and fruit in front of him and gently nudge his shoulder to wake him up.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Eat as much as you can. I’ve got one more table to take care of before my shift ends. Then you can drive me home. If you can stay awake, that is.”

“Mmmmmm thanks,” he muttered into his hand. 

You left him to pick at his food while you finished up with your last table. When you returned to Zuko about twenty minutes later, you jokingly congratulated him on eating half of his toast and a couple pieces of cantaloupe-- probably more than you had eaten when you had the flu yourself. As you started taking away his plate, you caught Zuko reaching into his pocket to take out his wallet. Knowing what little you actually served him, you stopped him before he could take out more bills than was necessary.

“No, stop. We talked about this. I don’t take tips from friends.”

“It’s only fair and it’s the right thing to do.”

“No. You took care of me when I was sick, that covers it fine.”

“How ‘bout another tip? You should wear your hair up more often. It looks nice like that.”

“Here’s one for you. You’re delirious. Give me your keys, I’m driving.”

With that, your shift was over and you were gathering your things to go home. Zuko did manage to put up a little bit of a fight over letting you drive but once you shot him your “I’m serious, mister” look, he finally gave in. It was a short drive back home but you couldn’t help but glance over at your passenger every now and again. It was rare to see Zuko in such a state as he is always the put-together one in the friend group. That wave of guilt rushes over you again since you were the one that got him sick in the first place.

“No, it was the forehead kiss. His own fault,” you mumble to yourself.

“What?”

“NOTHING. Uh, Katara still has some leftover soup. Why don’t you come up and have some? OH! And we can finish Toy Story 2 since someone didn’t let me finish it last time.”

“I’ll come for the soup but not for the movie.”

“ZUKO. I was cured by the nostalgic joy of my childhood, it can cure you, too!!”

“I don’t have any ‘nostalgic joy from my childhood’ in case you forgot. My mother left, my father scarred my face, and my sister hates me.”

Thankful you had come to a red light, you looked over to Zuko with concern. But he did not look back. His head was leaning on the window and with his arms folded, he avoided your gaze and continued to stare out the window.

“Well, all the more reason to finish the movie,” you tried to say lightheartedly, but the rest of the drive was silent.

Once you’ve reached the apartment, you ordered Zuko to make himself comfy on the couch while you threw some soup in the microwave. You spy a note on the kitchen counter from Katara explaining that she’s out to lunch with Aang and Sokka went to the gym with Suki. You smiled, happy that you could avoid good-natured sibling teasing for the time being. When the soup was ready, you turned to find Zuko sitting on the couch under a pile of blankets and holding the remote for the DVD player.

“I thought you didn’t want to finish the movie,” you questioned, handing him the bowl of soup.

“But you do.”

Your grinned ecstatically, quickly moving to sit next to him on the couch.

“You shouldn’t get too close. You’ll get sick again.”

“I’m immune now, it’s fine,” you said as you reached to share one of his blankets.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works. At all,” he replied, but his protests ended there as the movie started back up.

As you were getting yourself comfortable on the couch, your arm grazed Zuko’s and your body shook, chilled from the cold skin. Zuko noticed immediately and looked over at you questioningly.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, you’re just cold. Eat your soup, it’ll warm you up.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Um, I had to take those pills when you watched me so the least you can do is eat some soup.”

With a small smirk, Zuko obliged and ate a few spoonfuls of soup before laying back against the couch. You cuddled up closer to him, figuring if the soup doesn’t warm him up, you definitely could. Once you rested your head on his shoulder, his head gently tilted to rest on yours, a much familiar scene from the time you were sick. Although the roles have been reversed this time around, the warmth of happiness bursting through your chest from this closeness is unchanged. You felt his left arm wrap around you before settling at your waist, and you reach up with your right hand to hold onto his. Sure, Toy Story 2 isn’t a romantic movie by any means, but it makes you happy. Just like Zuko does.

The movie ends with Wheezy singing his rendition of “You’ve Got a Friend in Me” and you looked up at Zuko as if to say, “See? I told you Wheezy comes back. I love this part,” but he’s already asleep. It seems like you’ll never be able to get him to watch the whole movie, but you sighed contently anyways. Then, in a fit of sudden boldness, you sat up to inch closer to Zuko and kiss his cheek softly. 

He stirred and looked at you through drowsy, half-closed eyes.

“That’s not fair,” he said. “I can’t kiss you back properly while I’m sick.”

You smiled and leaned in closer.

“I’ll settle for a forehead kiss for now.”

“Deal.” After giving to you what you asked for, he gazed admiringly at you for a few moments before falling back to sleep. You could have sworn he had a dopey grin on his face, too, and you wondered if this is what Katara saw on you the past few nights. You settle back against Zuko’s chest and let his breathing lull you to sleep. The two of you fell into such a deep sleep, while in each other’s arms, that not even the sound of Katara and Sokka double hi-fiving after spotting you both on the couch woke you up.

#zuko #zuko fic #atla #atla fic #zuko x reader #modern!zuko #I DID IT

[calliope-love-corner]

I dont have a title for this one

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I flop down on my couch and let out a long string of syllables that could be considered a sigh.

"Long day?" Annabelle asks from the kitchen.

"Mm." I grunt in response and gesture vaguely to the big pile of letters still sitting on the coffee table. "Feels like I barely made a dent."

She laughs and brings over two mugs of tea, sitting down next to my head.

"Here, sit up. You've been running around delivering letters since this morning, have a drink."

"Kay." I wistfully say, taking a moment to mentally prepare myself before sitting up. I let my tired body fall against the cushions and gratefully take the cup of tea, letting it warm my hands.

"I cut some flowers for your room, they're in the window. You were right, the daisies are actually quite nice."

"I told you, they're worth letting them grow!" I nudge her with my elbow and take a quick sip of my tea. "They're a pain to weed out later but they're really nice while they're in bloom."

Annabelle nods and does the same.

"Anyways, I take you're gonna get right back to work on these as soon as you wake up?"

I sigh. "Yeah. Probably. I'm flippin exhausted but it's totally worth it, you know? People are always so happy when they get them."

She smiles. "That's very sweet of you to play delivery man. I'm sure all parties are grateful."

"I'm just happy to be involved, really!"

"I know. You're fun like that."

I smile at her through tired eyes and feel my cheeks warm for just a moment. Then, I get a funny look from her, which I only start to process as she gently puts her palm against my forehead. Annabelle's face twists into a dissatisfied frown.

"Right. You're pretty warm."

I cross my eyes to look up at her hand. She's probably right, but I can't tell.

"Yeah, that makes sense. I don't usually run around this much, and I haven't really eaten. Or slept. Or had much water."

She stifles a laugh. "You're a bit crazy sometimes, you know that? Finish your tea and then off to bed, alright?"

"Mmmmmm." I grumble. "Can't, I have that project to work on. Er. Start. I only have a few weeks for it, remember?"

"Too bad. You should have thought of that before overexterting yourself."

"Oh, come on. You know I can handle it."

She scoffs. "I know you can, but you shouldn't! You're going to work yourself to death one of these days, I swear!"

"Babe," I whine, "I really gotta get to work on this! I really want it to be good, its going to be published and printed!"

"It will be good, darling. I have total faith in that, and one night of writing isn't going to change that fact."

Out of arguments, I punt my head into her shoulder like a cat. She sighs, and rubs my hair.

"You'll be fine with a night off. I promise. Ill even help you deliver some of the letters tomorrow, okay?"

"Mmm." I grunt in begrudging agreement. "Fine."

"Good. Alright, finish up, and then bed." She kisses the top of my head and stands up, much to my dismay.

"Yeah, yeah, alright." I sigh.

#all part of the master plan 🕷💐🕸 #a little creative touch #i got a lot of letters done today!!! #time to stalk blogs for the next 8 years to make sure everyone gets theirs #jk but i will be checking up on ppl regularly just in case tumblr ate their letter #selfship #selfshipping #selfship writing #tma selfship

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Blue bird anon: Hi, hon! I have this cute idea! Can I request Hawks x famous singer!reader? Hawks is hired to be bodyguard for the reader. He doesn't know that she has a songbird quirk, meaning she has a good singing voice and wings. Thank you~~

Hi blue bird anon ! Ofc you can. Enjoy love ! 💗

The paper flipped open to the Job Listings page and a heavy groan could be heard. The man reading the page picked up his coffee sipping it slowly while he read, he needed some extra cash, something to keep him busy and occupied when crime was low. It did not really matter what it was really, anything would do. Hsi eyes scanned the paper from top to bottom a few times, some things were circled with red markers while others had a X through them. He was about to give up when he saw the very last Ad. Bodyguard needed.

He tipped his cup up drinking and reading the ad.

Fly High Records looking for one bodyguard with experience in protecting people. Must be willing to go on tour and protect our singer from paparazzi. Please call if interested.

The cup was set on the table and red wings started to flutter around. He sighed with a smile. This could work

That afternoon he was at the interview in the big fancy Fly High Records building sitting in the waiting room admiring one of his feathers. This job seemed easy enough he figured, and he would get to travel around for free? Sounds good to him. A man walked into the room seeing the Hero and nearly dropped his clipboard.

“H-hawks?!”

“Hi !! i'd like a job please!!” beamed the happy hero.

“But but but what about being a pro hero?” The man was obviously confused about this whole situation.

“Ah well, all the UA kids are graduated and taking over all my hard jobs , i'd be lying if i said i wasn't bored”

“Oh well, thats true huh? They are doing a wonderful job”

Hawks got up, stretching out his feathers with a shake. “I agree, but I'm bored and I want to do something, I'm not retiring yet.”

The man hired Hawks on the spot. Filling him in with everything he needed to know about the job and you. You had a wing quirk like him and you were a singer , very famous all around the world it seemed, they kept close eye on you apparently. ‘Never let her out of your sight, dont let her go off on her own’. It was a little weird, he never wanted to believe idols had controlled lives. He could start right away which he happily did.

“So just down the hall and up the stairs is her floor, she should be down recording by now, we leave tomorrow for the Tour , its a 10 month all around Japan.”

“Okay! Sounds fun” Hawks waved leaving the room to go up to where you were, he waved to all the shocked people he passed without a care in the world.

*

Hawks knocked lightly on your door to hear a ‘comeeee innn’ coming from the other side. Your room had a large bed, fuzzy carpet with pink feathers everywhere, sky high windows overlooking the city and records lined up on the walls. Hawks closed the door behind him going in taking in the room , someone with a quirk similar to his it looked like, but where were you ? Hawks walked around the room admiring all the knickknacks you had on your desks while he searched for you. Hm… were you really in here?

A pink feather brushed against his nose and he caught it with a smile. “How pretty, where's the rest of you hm?”

“Mmmmmm...mmm”

He turned to see a pile of blankets next to the bed and heard humming from it. Hawks went over kneeling down to move a blue pillow revealing you to him finally. You were cute and had pink hair that matched your feathers.

“Hello miss Y/n, or should i say Pink Dove? My name is Keigo , but you can call me Hawks, im your new bodyguard”

You stretched whimpering, sad to be woken up from your slumber in such a way. “ i thought it was lunch,, “ you hummed out , crawling out of your nest whistling to call your feathers to you while you sat on your knees stretching again.

“Hungry? And I didn't mess up your nest, did i?”

Your wings fluttered around before settling down behind you. “ no no, my nest is fine. I am hungry, i was hoping it was Kashi bringing me my lunch, oh and its nice to meet you Hawks, i admire your hero work.” you sat criss cross looking out the window, you seemed to be longing, upset.

Hawks could see this and held out his hand to you. “Want to go get lunch?” he asked you.

You chuckled at his question and his hand. “ so they did not tell you i cant leave the building huh? “

“Well they did but i thought he was kidding if im honest.” Hawks retracted his hand to sit with you, taking in a deep breath. “Thats gotta be rough…”

“It is. They should be by soon though.”

“Yep..”

Quiet.

Hawks watched you stare outside, like a bird trapped in a cage , not allowed to leave. He scratched his head and leaned back on his hands. “Wanna leave anyway?” he asked.

You turned to him, you were holding one of his feathers running your fingers through it enjoying the feel. You would be safe, this was a pro hero after all. But you were not worried about that, management scared you, but.. Hawks was your bodyguard now.

“You'll protect me? From my manager when he finds out?”

“Dove ive gone up countless villains.” he got up extending his hand to you again. “Trust me, he does not scare me in the slightest.”

You took his hand getting up , your wings shaking with eagerness making a mess again.

*

Hawks circled this building alot on his patrols and found a way out for you , every building needed a fire escape, no matter how ugly it looked on the building. You took off with this man seeing the city for what it really was. Pretty, breathtaking, you loved it. It had been forever since you were allowed to free fly like this. Management ordered you to walk everywhere, save the flying for the show they told you, dont ruin the wings. All you wanted to do was fly high enough to touch a cloud every now and then. But you were always stuck on the ground in your cage

Hawks brought you to his favorite eatery around the back to avoid curious eyes. He ordered you a cheeseburger and fries with a shake. It had been a long while since you had fast food…

“Thank you , Hawks”

“Not a problem, we can eat at my favorite spot” he took your hand flying back up in the air to a nearby building landing on its roof.

“My favorite spot,” he sat on the edge with his legs hanging off the edge. “I can see everything from up here.”

You sat down next to him offering him some of your shake. “Thank you. This is amazing. Truly. I want to thank you”

“Not needed, helping you get outside is enough for me” he took a sip of your shake and you got pouty with him flying in front of him.

“Then just listen, then.” you told him flying back a bit.

It was beautiful, that voice, it was a songbird quirk. He smiled up at you setting the shake down to admire you. Two quirks huh? Interesting. It was music to his ears. Hawks felt a wave of passion rush over him from your voice. You could also produce pink notes that danced around your body it looked like.

You did not deserve to be caged up like this, you were not just a way to make money. Maybe he should retire as a pro hero and work full time getting you your life back.

#FeathersFic #hawk x reader #hawks #keigo takami #blue bird anon

[inanimatetffantasies]

Can you turn me into the cigar of a big beefy daddy bear?

Travis sat in his truck as he drove down the straight, dull road, staring down the asphalt landscape. He didn't mind the long drive if he a beer or cigar to ease the edge off of the boredom, but of course, he had used up his last cigar and drank all his beer. Now, these went any normal supplies, his beer of choice was a special mix called Rebel Brew that his southern buddy Logan showed him how to...transform. The cigars, Eastwood Mae Classics, were his favorite...a special kind of cigar of his own design. It’s special ingrediant...the soul of a foolish boy.

Travis smirked and adjusted his ass as he saw the unmistakable welcoming glow of a Rest Stop sign not too far in the distance. He knew there would be a hopeless boy just begging to burn up and be puffed out wandering there. The thought made him crack a smile as he turned into the rest stop and park his truck.

He stepped out and walked into the store, picking up some supplies like snacks and such, before walking out to the rest area. Sure enough, there was a boy sitting there, ready for the taking. Travis walked up and greeted the younger man. “Well, Howdy, kid, what brings ya down ‘ere?”. The younger man smiled, caught off-guard, and blushing. ‘Perfect Prey!’ Travis thought to himself, as he lured in the hook.

“You seem like a nice kid, ‘ow’s about ya travel a few miles with me, It’d be no trouble, honest”. Years of hunting these feeble young men thought Travis the perfect tone, way to act and words to say to reel his boy in. His words were soft and warm, inviting even. The poor bastard never stood a chance...

Travis guided his prey into his truck and drove off with the young man. When he was far away from the rest stop, Travis let that smirk spread across his bearded face again “Thank god, I found ya, ya dumb fuck! I just ran outta smokes”. He then quickly snapped his fingers and watched the poor boy shrink and smooth into a cylinder shape before thudding onto the car seat.

Travis pulled over on the side of the road and inspected his magical handiwork. “Mmmmmm not bad... Sorry kid...I was outta smokes, and ya were just in the wrong place, at the wrong time...at least it won't hurt ya...” Travis said though deep and hearty chuckles as he cut and lit his prise. He inhaled, sending a wave of burning, itchy orgasm throughout the boy’s body. “God damn, ya living cigars never fuckin disappoint, ya taste so good, that hint of a dumb bitch hits the spot real fuckin nice!”

The boy could feel himself slowly turn to ash and smoke but didn't care, or maybe he couldn't care anymore, just being a dumb lusty cigar who could only feel his owner's lips on his dick as he was inhaled and blown out as smoke that dissipated into the air. It felt so good, the boy was in a burning sense of lust and libido, he loved it, every inch of him as it was incinerated, it felt so fucking go-...

Travis laughed as he finished his prise, the stupid fucks soul was completely burned up, made into ash and smoke, and was too lost in the feeling to even realize he was about to burn away... That last part always got the old hairy trucker. Travis threw the last remaining piece of hos boy out the window and watched the road. Travis cracked his smile yet again, as another rest stop in the distance came into to view. “Today must be my lucky day! I could go for a pack of Rebel Brew!” Travis laughed as he drove down to the new rest stop, where a group of young spring breakers was looking to hitch a ride...

#inanimate transformation #cigar tf