#/ i needed something to ease my brain off from working so late tonight

[stnexus]

a slip of the tongue…!

jason todd x fem!black!reader

MINORS DNI, NSFW, 18+

summary: stressful days and sleepless nights, jason has a remedy for that one. just don’t give him any attitude, that’s all he asks.

cw: minor little heated argument (reader literally just has a lil freak out moment), a few mentions of jason’s scars, reader is stressed, insomnia (?), reader thinks jason’s mad for a second but that gets cleared up quick, nsfw, squeaky bed frame(?), praise kink, overstimulation, dumbification, dacryphillia, oral (f!receiving), squirting, creampie, mating press, missionary, cowgirl, this one kinda sensual you guys (i need this man so bad. tonight…we FEAST.)

names used (?): baby, pretty, pretty girl, beautiful, beautiful girl, good girl, daddy (used in moderation you guys)

word count: 3.5k+ (yet i was struggling to write my 1.2k final essay. THIS IS 12 FUCKING PAGES.)

A slam of the front door was all that rang throughout the house, the pitch black darkness was like a cold greeting. One that you had gotten used to when you would come home from work late in the evening. With Jason on his patrol and the house void of  anyone else, you were left to your own devices. Something that you sometimes wish was not the case. 

Dropping your keys on to the side table of your Gotham apartment, you pushed your heels off and kicked them out of the way of the front door. Flipping the light switch up and to the on position soon after. As your bare feet connected with  the cold wood flooring of the apartment, it seemed to ground you just a bit. 

This week at work had been hell, your boss had been working you so much you felt like if you blinked within his line of sight he would scold you for goofing off. So here you were. Sore feet, skirt and blouse cladded body tired as ever. Stripping yourself of your clothes one by one you held the pile of clothing in your arms until you reached your room, gliding through it to the connected bathroom.

Dropping the clothing in the hamper in the bathroom, you glanced at yourself in the mirror above the sink. Your eyes were glazed over from your tiredness, your pretty brown skin was beginning to lack its glow, and the bags under your eyes were getting heavier by the minute. Stressed wasn’t even the word needed to explain your state of being. 

Another sigh fell from your lips, and a yawn followed soon after as you made your way to the shower. grabbing your pink bonnet off the sink where you had left it, you gathered your braids and tucked them into the bonnet, the band laying snug on your forehead. you hoped that the water that would soon come beating down against your skin could help you become less stressed. 

your shower was therapeutic, but not enough to fully ease your mind. no, what you needed and wanted was jason. you had missed him all day — knowing your home would be empty when you arrived home due to him needing to tend to important matters. as you climbed into bed, dressed in pajamas that consisted of an old shirt and shorts, the squeak of the old bed frame that needed to be replaced welcomed you. 

i need to remind jason to help me pick out another bed frame next weekend. your thoughts rang.

grabbing at his pillow on his side of the bed, you pulled it towards you. his scent seemingly pulls you out of the brain fog you were currently in, just slightly. but it is still not enough. soon you would realize even attempting to fall asleep was futile. even though your eyelids were heavy and begged for rest.

you tossed and turned for hours, huffing out a frustrated sigh many times into the dark bedroom. peeling your eyes open you peered at the alarm clock that read ten minutes to five in the morning. it dawned on you that it had been  almost six hours that you had been fighting to fall asleep.

shaking your head as you grumbled, you stretched your limbs as you pulled yourself from the bed. your bonnet slipped off in the process, but you paid it no attention. trudging out of the room to make way to the kitchen. grabbing a cup from the cupboard, you pulled the fridge open as you grabbed the bottle of juice and opened it. beginning to pour it, that's when you heard it—

it was the sound of familiar heavy boots hitting the wooden floors of your apartment. even though happiness played at the edge of your mind, your face barely portrayed it. you slightly jumped as your eyes met his own as he stood in the entrance of the kitchen. jason’s arrival was quiet, surely because he was confused about who was in your kitchen this time of morning. seeing as you were usually asleep.

“what’re you doing up, baby?” 

his question flowed through the air as he began to close the gap between you two. his helmet was nowhere to be seen, most likely tucked away somewhere in your apartment.

“couldn’t sleep,” your words came out rougher than you had intended. there was a beat of silence but it washed away as jason spoke again. his brows furrowed for a minute then relaxed as he rubbed a hand over his face, fingers running over his scars for a mere second. 

“so, before i forget, bruce wants the whole family to come over for dinner saturday,” he informed as he backed away slowly, sitting at your dinner table as he pulled off his boots. “said he’s not taking no for an answer.”

“jason, i don’t know—” you tried to inject, though he had not seemed to notice.

“i’m sure alfred will probably be cooking almost all day tomorrow, in preparation. everyone eats like they’ve never seen food before—”

“jason, fuck, i already have enough on my plate right now. my boss is up my ass every time i walk into the office. i’m up to my neck in paperwork, all because he decided to spontaneously lay off two of my coworkers. i haven’t been able to sleep one bit, even though i’m tired. on top of that, i have to work on saturday. i don’t have the time to worry about a fucking dinner at bruce’s house.”

the kitchen filled with silence as you stood in front of the fridge. jason’s eyes taking in your current state as he sat still after your outburst. your braids cascaded down your back, but the few that slipped over your shoulder to frame your face made him aware of the bags that began to form. you looked overwhelmed, stressed even. he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to realize at first — which usually doesn’t happen.

“…you do seem tired, baby. i’m sorry i didn’t notice,” jason broke the silence. “how about we go to the room, i know exactly what you need to get to sleep.” 

“no, jay i’m sorry– ”

“it’s nothing to be sorry for, baby. i’m not angry,” jason ensured as he stood and walked over to you. grabbing at your free hand and pulling you towards him, taking the cup of juice from your hand. your head laid on his chest momentarily. “how about you go to the room? clothes off for me by the time i get in there, pretty girl.”

the weakening bed frame squeaks once again as you drop onto the mattress, jason grabs onto your ankle and dragged you closer to him as he got on the bed soon after. grabbing softly at your face, he slightly squished your cheeks together as he leaned down towards you to plant a peck on your lips that drifted into a heated kiss. without words, he pulled away, placing slow, open-mouth kisses down your neck — one of his hands grabbing at one of your breasts as he tweaked and played at your nipple. 

you felt completely vulnerable with how he was completely dressed; having quickly showered in the guest bathroom to give you some space. jason had dressed in a simple black shirt and gray sweatpants. his scent flooding your senses

“ you feel so soft, baby,” jason complimented,  “ ‘could play with this pretty body all day, every day.”

his words pulled a moan from your lips. reaching out to brush your hand over his hair you let out a small gasp as his lips wrapped around the nipple he had just toyed with. your hand tightened just a little around his hair, a flurry of black and whitened strands peaking through your finger as your acrylics ran over his scalp. his tongue dragging soft circles around the hardened bud at that moment. pulling away after almost two minutes, jason placed a kiss right above your nipple — then repeated his earlier actions with your neglected nipple. 

“pretty fucking tits,” jason grunts, eyes darkening as he looks up at you with your nipple between his lip, “such a beautiful girl.” 

“shit— thank you, daddy,” you let out as his hand snaked between you two. pushing your thighs that parted to accommodate him apart even more. feeling his rough fingertips part your slick folds in a teasing manner, you whined for some sort of friction and lifted your hips at his actions. to which jason listened as he sat his palm right above your cunt, thumb dipping downward to rub tight and heavy-handed little circles over your clit. 

“ ‘s that feel good, pretty girl?” 

“y—yeah,” you stutter out. 

“you know all i wanna do is make you feel good, right?”

“yeah, you make me feel so good, jay”

“so the next time you feel overwhelmed,” jason began as he began to lay kisses down your torso, stopping just below your navel, “don’t bring that attitude to me. just talk to me, ‘ya understand?”

“yes, f—fuck, i’m sorry daddy,”

locking eyes with you, jason licked a long stripe over your cunt. his tongue caressing your attentive clit. he did it a few more times before wrapping his lips around your hardened bud, taking harsh sucks at it as if he were trying to pull an orgasm from you. 

“ ‘taste so fuckin’ good,” jason spoke as his eyelids became heavy with lust, “nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout baby.”

feeling his hands drag over your inner thighs your hips seemed to move on their own as you attempted to grind against him. only for jason to let out a moan around your clit, hands now close enough to feel a thick finger prodding at your slit. sliding in slowly as his eyes trained on your face. the drag of his finger in and out of you was mind numbing as he found your most vulnerable spot within mere seconds — feeling you clench around him in approval of his actions.

“ ‘you gonna cum all over daddy’s face?”

“yes…!”

your dragged-out and whined confession was followed by almost immediate proof. the walls of your cunt clench around jason as he adds a second finger, tongue still dragging over your clit. a sheen of your cream decorating his fingers as you came crashing down.

“that’s it, baby, let it out,” jason spoke as softly as he could. lapping at every bit of your essence he could take in as if he would be ripped away at any second. though, your release did not stop him. his fingers continued to work you open as he pulled his mouth away from your cunt. watching as you clenched around his fingers repeatedly from the lack of a break. adding a third finger, jason listened to the moan you squeaked out in response. 

he was so attentive towards you, so it had not  shocked him when you declared that you were on the verge of cumming yet again. instead, he buried his tongue between your folds once again. his tongue heavy and wide as he parted your cunt. licking and kissing at your clit as if he were making out without it. 

“j—jay don’t stop,” you begged as your hips chased after his tongue. 

“mhm,” he hummed in agreeance, the vibrations from his response knocking you over the edge. the last moan you drew out hitched in your throat and slowly progressed into a slight whine. your thighs closing around his head, to which jason used his free hand to open them once more.

“there you fucking go, good girl,” jason groaned out a praise, laying a single kiss on your clit before he sat up from his position on the bed. bending down towards you to plant a messy kiss on your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. as he pulled back you took in his disheveled look as he took in your somewhat dazed look from reaching your high twice. watching as he pulled his shirt off, you were greeted by the scar that spanned across his chest and abdomen.

“that was just two,” jason spoke, “i want to see you cum until you can’t think.” 

it was something you knew he would follow through with. especially when he laid you back down, spreading your legs once more as he tugged his sweats and boxers off in one go, getting you to wrap around his waist. with his knees digging into the mattress he slid his cock back and forth between your sticky folds, groaning as his tip met your clit and caused you to twitch due to sensitivity. wasting no time, he lined up his tip with your entrance. sliding in gently, he placed a hand between your breast, slightly pushing you into the mattress, while his other hand gripped your hip.

you could feel him filling you inch by inch, stretching you out as he pushed himself into you. your mouth slightly agape as he reached the hilt and left you with a moment to adjust.

“you’re so tight,” he slurred out, “ ‘thought i opened you up enough with my fingers, baby. loosen up for me.”

“i’m trying, jay— fuck, ‘feels like you’re in my stomach,” you replied in shaky voice. which only caused jason to grin in response. 

“you poor thing, you can take it. i know you can.” 

pulling his hips away from your own he swings them downward onto you, repeatedly. drawing — in his own words — the prettiest sound from your lips. his own moans and grunts slipped through at times, his sounds making you feel just as good as his actions. 

“oh shit, you feel so good daddy,” you swore as your fingers found a purchase wrapped around the hand pushing you into the mattress, the scars decorating them lying just beneath your fingertips. his strokes were sensual and deep — like he planned on driving you crazy. if he wanted you to think of nothing else but him he was definitely on the right track.

“yeah…? i want you to show me how good it feels. cum for me,” jason stated as his hand reach up at your cheeks, “you know what i want. let me see you cream all over me again.” 

“jason you’re so nasty,” you forced out as his hip persisted. you were growing a bit embarrassed at how you were squeezing at jason’s cock, his stamina surely helped him wade off his release. 

“i know you ain’t complaining,” he said with a huffed out laugh. a few swears falling from his lips as he pushed the feeling of wanting to cum far down his list of priorities.

“i—i’m not, shit, i’m cumming…!”

“cumming so good you’re trying to milk me i swear,” jason groaned out as he watched the layer of your sticky orgasm cover his cock, “fuck— not yet though, ‘gotta make sure i take all that stress away.”

it felt like he had already done so, with the way your mind became fuzzy as you surged through your third release. jason’s hips barely skipping a beat as he fucked you through it, prolonging the feeling of ecstasy. your words were starting to fail you as he pulled you down the mattress and stood to his full height at the foot of the bed. he raised one of your legs over his shoulder, the other following soon after as he pulled you into a mating press. 

grabbing at his forearms that he planted firmly on each side of you, you swore you could feel him everywhere as he pushed himself into you again. the feeling starting to become overwhelming as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. kissing at your brown cheeks he stilled for a moment as his eyes softened. 

“you’re so fucking beautiful,” jason spoke as his lips met yours again, “i’m so lucky to have such a hardworking, intelligent girl.”

amidst him praising you, he began to move. feeling as though he was trying to dig you out in the current position. 

“ ‘l—love you,” was all you seemed to let out as your words drifted off into useless babbling. his hips hitting the back of your thighs with each thrust as he planted a kiss on one of your legs.

“you know i love you too, baby.”

the room seemed to grow hotter as the bed frame below you squeaked at jason’s well paced thrusts. the little hair that began to grow in on his happy trail becoming covered in your slick as he rubbed against your clit with each thrust.

this time you were unable to even form the words to warn him of what was to come. you felt a tightness in your lower stomach that seemed to get worse with each movement from him. but this one felt different. the constant rubbing against your sensitive cunt in combination to him stretching you out was like he was trying to break you.

“that’s it, i know. i know, baby,” jason cooes as he reads your face, “all you need is to be fucked out. make a mess for me.”

you swore you saw stars as you gripped at jason’s arms. surely leaving impressions of your acrylics on his skin as you came. spurts of clear fluid bouncing off his abdomen as he continued to push himself in and out. 

“f—fuck, i need you to do that one more time.”

it was not long before you found yourself on top of him, bouncing as good as you could with how tired you were becoming. pushing his cock into your overly spent cunt, he had let you sink down at your own pace. it took everything in him to hold himself back but tonight was not about him. jason wanted to live up to his earlier statements: all he wants to do is make you feel good.

he watched as your bouncing started to become sloppy, your legs weak from the many times you had cum before. reaching his hands out, he intertwined his fingers with your own as he took in your fucked out state. 

“need me to help you, pretty girl?” 

“y—yes please,” 

that was all it took for him to pull you towards him. your head falling onto the white pillows beside his head, your face right next to his. taking a second to place your hands behind your back, he held your wrist together with one hand as he grabbed at your waist with the other. your knees stayed planted onto the mattress as he positioned himself. fucking up into you, his own hips pushing you up and down. the bedframe squealing under his continuous movements seemed to encourage him even more.

“ ‘treat me so good, daddy,” your whines were broken and tired. he was sure you would sleep nice and good when you two were done. but for now a chuckle left his mouth.

“you deserve it,” jason spoke in between his own breathy moans, “you work so hard, fuck—  yeaaa… squeeze me just like that. you are worth everything, baby.” 

the tears that had been playing at your eyes since he had you at the edge of the bed seemed to fall at the ringing of his words in your ears. feeling your heartbeat quicken and your stomach tighten you forced yourself to make sense through your nonsense rambling.

“ ‘wanna kiss, jay.” 

to which he didn’t complain. his hips never faltered as he turned his head towards you, connecting your lips once again. groaning as he felt you gripping around his cock as if he were attempting to leave your soaked cunt.

“want me to fill you up?” he questioned in between the kiss. a question you tried your best to answer but only forced out a mumble of mhm, yea. 

it didn’t take long, as you reached your peak, squirting once more as it dripped down jason’s balls. his lips were still on yours as his hips stuttered, moments later flooding your cunt with ropes of white cum. despite not looking down, you could feel his cum leaking from between your legs as you gushed around him. only for him to fuck back up into you a few more times before slowly pulled himself from your pussy.

“how do you feel, baby?” he questioned as he let your hands go. the hand that was on your waist moving to remove a braid from your vision as it had begun to slip as he adjusted himself under you. he had put his body flat against the mattress and allowed you too just lay on him in your fucked out state. 

“tired,” you replied as much as your worn out body would allow you. 

“how about we go pee, then when we get back we can both sleep all you want? i don’t have to handle patrol tomorrow, Dick’s got it covered.”

“mhm…i’d like that.”

“thought so. and don’t worry, i’ll handle that boss of yours, go ahead and call off for Saturday,” jason smiled fondly as he grabbed at your body. gearing up to pick you up and help you to the bathroom.

[whorety-k]

Ebony Coasts [Part 1]

Happy Mermay everybody!! I'm deciding to come out of the woodworks and actually write something because of the brain worms all of my favorite writers are giving me. I decided on some Corvus Corax love today because I feel like he's often part of the forgotten Primarchs in fanfiction (and I'm also a Raven Guard girlie <3).

Pairing: Merfolk!Corvus Corax x fem!Reader (second person POV)

Song recommendation: The Night Does Not Belong To God - Sleep Token

"And you remember everything / Only till the sun recedes once again / And the night comes down like heaven."

Warnings: Ocean mentions / potential thalassophobia

Word Count: 2.2k

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

The full moon above hung in the sky like a beacon, illuminating the ebb and flow of the tides. Stars were all but drowned out by its glow, glimmers of the crashing waves reflecting what little light they put out. As it so often did this time of night, the chill settled deep into your bones. Still you were at ease.

You were never quite sure what called you out to the ocean so late in the night, and for whatever reason 'The waves are calming,' wasn't enough for your friends and coworkers to get off of your back. It had become a habit to gaze at the stars as a stress-reliever after your recent move closer to the coast. The two-hour work commute had taken its toll on your psyche, and you have not regretted your choice to find an apartment closer to your workplace.

What you now lacked in commute stress, you more than made up for stressing over your newest case. Coastline conservation was your forte; you were the one often called in to solve complex cases, and yet this one seemed to leave you puzzled each time. From kids tearing up the natural flora or an illegal succulent harvesting operation, you had been able to solve every situation that had been thrown your way before, but this situation didn't match any of the patterns you had trained yourself to look for.

It stumped you.

Caves were dug practically overnight into the cliffside, then left completely uninhabited by the time you found them. No one man could have accomplished such a feat without at least a noise complaint from the houses on the cliff above.

Random caches of sea glass, precious stones, jewelry, and other shiny objects were tucked away within pits in the caverns as if hidden for later. Interestingly enough, these caches seemed to grow in size if they were left untouched. The last hoard you had taken as evidence resulted in that particular cave being completely abandoned overnight, often filled in.

And most puzzling: there were no other actual signs of anyone ever having tread there. No tools, no trash, no foot prints. Nothing but the little stores of trinkets. It was infuriating. Whatever punks had been tearing up the coastline were masters at their craft.

Tonight, you were determined to catch the bastards that had been giving you stress once and for all. You even had the local authorities on speed dial (despite your distrust in them properly handling the situation) in case anyone decided to get violent.

A gust of frigid wind draws you from your thoughts. The night isn't getting any younger, and you need to get down to the cave. You hug your windbreaker jacket closer to your body as you wander back down the metal dock, boots clunking loudly across the water. The crackle of gravelly sand crunching replaces the heavy thumps as you descend onto the illuminated beachfront.

You almost lose track of time as you travel along the high tides. You've walked this particular beach head a hundred times at nearly all times of day, and by now it's all beginning to blur together. You force yourself to focus on the present this time, fiddling with the moonstone pendant around your neck. You had taken it from the last cave for study, but when it solved absolutely nothing, you decided to keep it as a token to remember what you were working towards. ‘A stone of new beginnings’, they say. Maybe it'll be the beginning of actually solving this damned case.

A cavity in the cliff face finally comes into view. From this distance, the high tide creates a shallow cove that appears to fill part of the cavern. There aren't any tracks other than your own as you approach. Whoever created the small structure must not have returned to it just yet.

A flicker of white catches your eye.

You come to a dead stop.

It barely registers that you're just at the maw of the cavern when you remember how to breathe. You quietly chastise yourself with an annoyed huff. Doing this job for as long as you have, you really should be more used to the way the reflections on the water’s surface play tricks on you, especially when at nightfall. With a shake of your head, you take a step into the thin layer of salty water covering the floor of the cavern. You silently thank the waders you wear for keeping your feet dry.

The moonlight doesn't reach farther than a few meters in the darkness of the space, you note as you tread deeper into its embrace. Without the wind chill, it is far warmer than the marine layer settling just outside. Your hand fishes into an inner jacket pocket to retrieve your flashlight–

Splash!

…Of course you'd drop it. Right now, of all times. Professional.

You kneel down into the sparkling abyss and feel around for the waterproof torch, letting out a sigh of relief when its plastic casing finds your fingers. You grasp the pesky light and stand back up to onyx orbs peering directly into yours.

You blink. It blinks.

A flurry of movement torrents the cave as rapid splashing fills the air. In your panic, you slip on the wet stones and fall back into the water as the jet-and-alabaster creature looms before you, eyes boring into your very core. This thing is huge. Its skin gleams unnaturally white, rippling with lithe muscles as it leans down over you, trapping you between its muscular arms. You desperately look up into its (his?) stony face as you try to sprawl backwards, searching for any purchase in the puddle currently soaking your backside. It stops you with a large clawed hand on your chest, pinning you down firmly to the flooded floor. The creature (man?) is delicate enough not to slice you open.

“Stop.”

You freeze. He stills. Did he just speak–?

“Your efforts are fruitless. Cease this before you harm yourself.” The deep voice that comes from the man is rough, as if it is not often used. “Please,” it adds, quieter.

You stare up at the man like cornered prey, but you heed his words and stop your fight. The hand on your chest briefly trails to your neck, claw catching on something before shifting to cradle your back. He lifts your upper half until you are sitting upright once again, assuring you'll hold the position before he retrieves his hand.

The moon and proximity allow you to finally get a semi-decent look at the man before you. He must be at least three meters tall, even leaning over slightly. Long black hair frames a strong, admittedly handsome face. His blunt, wispy bangs just barely hide black eyebrows knit with concern and amusement. Webbed ear-fins hide amongst his ebony hair in the dark, a gradient of charcoal grey at their edges. Your eyes respectfully shy away from his athletic chest to the gills tucked along his ribcage. When he finally moves back enough for you to fully sit upright, you notice the dorsal fin that trails down his entire back, leading into a tail that looks as if its melting into the water below. His fins drape over him like the softest silks, sharing that charcoal gradient from what you can see in the dark.

Your eyes widen at the sight, and the giant seems to catch on.

“Why do you continue to return here, little human?” he inquires.

You look back up at his face to once again see that perfectly neutral expression. It frightens you to know that he knows you've been here before, when you had no idea he even existed until just now. Finding your voice takes an embarrassingly long time. “...I…”, you start, voice laced with thinly veiled awe, “...work in coastal habitat conservation. I've been trying to figure out who was vandalizing protected areas on this beach head.”

The man’s head cocks to the side curiously, the only indication that he had heard you. It's his turn to observe you now– at least, you think that's what he's doing from the subtle shifts of the muscles surrounding his eyes. The fully black scleras do not make his gaze clear in the low light, but you swear you can see how his expression seems to fall.

“I am no vandal. I am merely an inhabitant, and I do not appreciate such accusations,” he growls.

Your words get lost in your throat as you straighten up and move to apologize, instinct kicking into to reassure the creature you've just met that you didn't mean to imply that he was a vandal. If anything, in hindsight, you're the asshole raiding his home.

You're cut off when he raises a hand to silence you, softly shaking his head. He seems disappointed, but the wave passes him by. Firmly, he presses, “I intend to stay here, and I would hope that you will be of no trouble for me to do just that.” You don't miss how he clasps his clawed hands together before him.

You quickly nod your head, shifting to stand back up. The chill of the sea water soaking through your clothes down into your waders is starting to become too much. Your body begins to tremble. With an unsteady voice, you croak out, “Nope! No problem here! Technically, it's my job to protect your habitat, so…” You voice drifts off as you realize you're either going to have to:

A. Convince the world that mermaids exist, or,

B. Lie on your report.

…And telling the world about merfolk sounds like a lot more paperwork than you're willing to do in this lifetime. You can't imagine what horrors bureaucracy and media would do to this (so far) gentle giant. If he exists, there's certainly more of his kind and you are not about to accidentally start an illegal merfolk poaching trade.

A quiet huff leaves the pale merman, and you focus back up on him. It takes a moment for you to realize he's laughing at your crisis. You fold your arms, body still shuddering from the chill. “Your secret is safe with me,” you declare, confidently standing up straight.

The merfolk nods in response, clearly amused by the whole situation despite the grim countenance that colors him. A silent staring contest commences between the two of you, gentle sounds of crashing waves filling the air from outside of the cavern. The scattered moonlight causes his scales to glitter like obsidian. You get the feeling that you're going to be watched from the shadows to assure you keep your promise, and you're not sure how to feel about it.

His soft voice breaks the silence, notably warmer. “You will be returning here again regardless.”

It's not a question; it's a statement, and you reckon it's not an incorrect one. You defend yourself, “It's not every day that I discover something out of my childhood fantasies is real and causing me hassles with my job.”

Your comment earns you another soft huff of a laugh. It's the best you'll get out of him, you assume. “It is not every day that a human raids my den and steals my belongings,” he chides.

Sputtering at his accusation, you avert your gaze and draw your lips into a tight line. The heat in your cheeks could burn a hole through steel. “I didn't know! I... can't exactly get those back for you until they're cleared out of evidence, but I will try.”

The answer seems to charm and please him. “That would be pleasant.”

Another bout of silence fills the cavern as you feel yourself being studied. Awkwardly, you tell the merfolk your name, extending an arm out for a handshake.

The man stares at it blankly, blinking once before he places his hand on top of yours. It's not correct, but at least he has the spirit. Now that you're not in a panic, you notice just how cold his hand is on yours. “You may call me Corvus Corax,” he says, withdrawing, “Is it normal for your kind to shake as you do?”

You cross your arms over your chest, rubbing your hands over the wet jacket covering your upper arms. “Not particularly. I'm wet and it's freezing,” you jest, giving Corvus a smile.

The words have little weight on Corvus Corax. Cold and wet are his normal. If hypothermia doesn't take you, embarrassment and culture shock certainly will. You look down at your clammy hands.

“I should get home before I freeze to death,” you state bluntly, wincing as a breeze from the mouth of the cave causes the wet windbreaker to stick to your back.

Corvus nods, simply staring. You aren't sure what you're expecting when you give him a wave, but the sheer amount of nothing he seems to give only serves to intrigue you further. You can feel his eyes on you as you turn to exit the cave, mentally preparing yourself to falsify a report about a group of ne’er-do-wells digging into the cliff face for an unknown reason and how they narrowly evaded identification… however unbelievable it is. You step out of the cave in a distracted daze, still convincing yourself of everything as your boots crack on the gravel once more.

You know you'll be returning. Corvus knows you'll be returning. Gingerly, with trembling hands, you reach up to fiddle with your pendant once more to ground yourself when you have a jarring realization.

That bastard took your necklace.

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[Part 2]

[cherrycola27]

Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Eventual smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 3: State of the Union

Sweat dripped from your brows as your fists made contact with the punching bag. You twisted and landed a kick to the left flank of it.

"I just don't get it Jay, how can someone who used to fly multimillion dollar aircrafts be so stupid sometimes?" You huffed out. You took a step back from the bag and took a long sip of water.

"Maybe all those years of inhaling jet fuel killed a few brain cells." Jaycee joked back with you.

"I mean, one minute he's doing good, everything is sunshine and rainbows, and then the next, he is a giant bone head and taking shirtless jogs around the grounds for fun. Do you know how long it took me to get all those paparazzi photos tracked down?" You sigh as you lean forward to stretch.

"You're lucky I love you and was able to stop Amber from publishing that thirst trap online." Jaycee laughs.

"I know. I owe you one." You grin at her. "You owe me several. But I am cashing in on one tonight. I can't believe I get to cover the State of the Union in person!" She squeals. You laugh at her. "Remember, you're their to work, not to oogle the vice president the whole time." You joke with her.

With Jaycee being your best friend and a member of the media, she'd been able to come to the White House several times. After a few visits, you couldn't help but notice the crush she had developed on Jake.

"You're no better than me!" She tells you as you grab your things to hit the showers.

"I do no oogle Jake." You shoot back. "No, but I've seen the way you look at Bradley." She accuses you. "I'm his Chief of Staff. It's literally my job to look at him." You defend yourself.

"I've also seen the way he looks at you. That man is constantly giving you puppy dog eyes. He's got it bad for you." Jay continues.

"He does—" You pause before lowering your voice. "The president does not give me puppy dog eyes or have it bad for me," you whisper to her.

"Sure, Jan." Jaycee mocks you in her best Marsha Brady impression.

You roll your eyes at her before hitting the showers. You let the hot water ease your sore muscles. You relaxed as it flowed over you. Kickboxing with Jaycee had become your form of stress relief when dealings at the White House got to be too much or when you needed escape. This shower was going to be your last moment of peace until tomorrow.

Tonight, Bradley was giving his first State of the Union address, and you were nervous, to say the least.

He'd been getting on your nerves lately. Choosing not to listen to you like he once did or brushing you off. But the moment he needed something that only you could handle, he'd come crawling back to you. He'd apologize for being an ass, He'd beg for your forgiveness, you'd fix the problem, and the cycle would start again.

You stepped out the shower and got dressed. You said goodbye to Jay and made sure she had her credentials for tonight. You then hopped in your car and drove back to the belly of the beast.

............................

You looked at yourself in the floor-length mirror of your room. Tonight, you were wearing a strapless cocktail gown. It was black with white geometric blocking on the sides. The bodice had a tasteful plunge with a small black mesh insert to keep it classy. The top of the dress swooped into two white peaks that accentuated your neck.

It was a beautiful dress, but try as you might, you couldn't get it zipped up all the way. You would worry about that after you put on the finishing touches of your outfit.

You took a deep breath and looked at your reflection.

You had your hair in its signature low bun. Your makeup was soft, but red lipstick added a touch of glam. You fastened your tennis bracket and reacted for the oval cut earrings Bradley had gifted you.

You had just fastened the back on the second one when you caught sight of him in your mirror.

"You used to knock. What if I had been changing?" You teased him as he stepped in with his tie in his hand.

"Your door would have been locked if you were." He shrugged. You opened your mouth to say something smart back, but he wasn't wrong.

"Well, I'm glad you're here. Can you zip me?" You ask, turning towards him. Bradley paused for a moment. He looked over the expance of your back that was visible to him. Your dress was almost zipped, save for the last few inches. He glanced at the exposed skin. His breath caught when he saw the tiniest bit of your lacy bra that was barely visible to him.

He cleared his throat before quickly zipping you up and stepping away.

"Thank you—sir." You teased him.

Son of a bitch, he thought. If only you knew what you were doing to him right now. That dress had his mind racing, especially because he wanted to know what the rest of what you had on under it looked like. Or what it would look like on the floor of his bedroom. Or what you would look like laid out in his sheets with your hair a mess and your makeup smeared. He could feel himself getting hard at the thought.

Shit! He needed to think about foreign policy or the frumpy old senators he was about to address. He could not go out there with a semi.

"Hello? Mr. President? What are you thinking about?" You break him out of his thoughts by snapping your fingers.

"Just running over my speech in my head again." He lied.

"Don't worry, you're going to be fine. Can you get my necklace, then I will fix your tie?" You gesture to the jewelry box.

Bradley quickly grabs it. His calloused fingertips brush over your soft skin as he hooks the clasp of the necklace he'd given you months ago. You thank him again before turning to knot his tie.

You have it secured in no time flat. You move to step away, but neither of you had noticed that Bradley's foot was on your dress. When you move, you lose your balance. His hands reach out and land on your hips, pulling you up right to steady you. You latch onto his forearms for balance. Your face is close to his as you catch your breath. His so close that if he leaned down a few more inches, he could kiss your perfect red pout. Both of you are frozen.

"Knock kno— am I interrupting something?" Jake trails off as he opens the door to your room. You and Bradley quickly shoot apart.

"No, nothing, everything is fine. See you down there." You brush by him as you quickly exit your room.

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From what you heard, Bradley's address went amazingly well. You didn't get to hear the end of it because you were whisked away to handle an emergency. Apparently, there was some unrest in the Pacific, and a foreign government was demanding American support to deal with a rouge group of pirates that had been terrorizing shipping lanes, but months ago, when the nation had tried to offer them assistance, they'd refused it. Now, they were demanding it and threatening to attack a Naval aircraft carrier that was stationed near their coast. Their government said they would have no issue with trying to overthrow the crew of the ship if the US didn't help them.

You sighed. You knew the Navy held a special place in Bradley and Jake's heart, and they would overreact to any threat against the Navy. You knew you would have to speak to Bradley and talk him off the edge when he heard the news. Even though he was the president, he couldn't just order the military to obliterate someone.

You left the conference room, and you could hear Bradley coming down the hall just as you went to find him. The rage in his voice carried down the hall. You needed to talk to him privately away from advisors and people with their own agendas.

"Bradley!" You yell as you chase after him. You need to talk to him. If he gets into that room before you, the testosterone of all of the men in there will take over, and he'll doing something that you know he will regret.

"Mr. President! Sir!" Damn him and his long legs. You kick off your heels and take after him. You poor Louboutins are left haphazardly in the hall as you sprint after him, still calling his name, but his tunnel vision has taken over. You sigh.

"ROOSTER!" You shout. He pauses and turns around slowly. In the entire time he's known you, you've never used his call sign.

"What, Y/N?" He sighs. "You need to calm down. You can't go in there like a bull in a china shop." You tell him breathlessly once you finally face him. You look up. He's a lot taller than you without your heels on.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do. I'm perfectly capable of handling this on my own." He warns you in a low voice before turning away.

"That's where you're wrong. In situations like this, you do need me to tell you what to do. If I left you to your own devices, you'd be getting in an F-18 yourself right now. You're the president, the leader of the free world. I understand that you love the Navy, but you can't just go in there with guns blazing." You reason with him.

"You don't understand Y/N, I have friends on that carrier. They are more like family to me. I can't let anything bad happen to them." He pleads.

"I get that, Bradley. I do, but you need to take a breath and think." You remind him.

"No," he begins with a fire in his voice. "What I need to do, is get into that briefing room and talk to some people who actually know what they are doing. I don't need a woman who has never severed a day—" you cut off Bradley's rant with a harsh smack across his face. He catches your wrist before you can pull back all the way.

Anger thrums through your veins. "I don't need you to remind me of my gender. You hired me to help you and to keep you from making stupid decisions. I may not know as much as you about the military, but I know my politics." You grit out. His eye are wide as they bore into yours. You maintaine eye contact with him, not backing down.

"Next time you say speak to me, remember who you're talking to." You warn him before jerking your arm out of his grasp.

You both soften a bit. Bradley opens his mouth to speak, but doesn't get the chance to.

You can hear voices approaching. You finally had Bradley's attention. You couldn't risk losing it now.

In a moment of annoyance or stupidity, you're not sure which, you grab him by his arm and drag him with you into a nearby storage closet.

"What the fuck Y/N?" He scolds you as you lock the door and block him in.

"I'm not letting you go anywhere until you calm down and listen to me. You've been ignoring me until you really fuck something up lately, and I'm not letting you send us into the next World War!" You scream at him.

Bradley looks at you and can tell that you mean business. The sting in his cheek serves as a reminder. He swallows thickly before nodding his head and letting you speak.

Now, no one quite knows what was said in that closet. The only thing anyone is talking about right now, is what happened when some poor unsuspecting media internet who got lost looking for the bathroom found.

You had just unlocked the closet door when it flew open. The intern eyes went wide as he took in the scene before him. You were sweaty from chasing down Bradley and arguing with him. Your hair was askew, your makeup was smudged, and your feet were bare. Bradley's suit was wrinkled, and his face was flush. You knew exactly what the kid was thinking before he could say it.

Before you could defend yourself, you heard someone yell at the intern. His head snapped to the side at the same time yours did. It was more members of the media.

The first one caught sight of you and Bradley as you emerged from the closet. They pulled up their cameras and started taking pictures just as the questions started flying.

"Mr. President, are you having an affair with your Chief of Staff?"

"Ms. Wiseman, did you seduce the president to obtain your position?"

"Mr. President, does this mean previous allegations against you were true?"

In the flurry of questions and camera flashes, you see Jaycee, who was desperately trying to help you.

You panicked as you looked from her to Bradley. You couldn't let the media spin this narrative. You couldn't let them ruin your career over something that wasn't there. You knew no matter how hard you tried, you'd never be able to convince them that you weren't having an affair with Bradley. So, you said the first thing you could think of that you knew would save both of your asses.

You held your hand up to silence the press. You looped your arm through Bradley's. He looked at you confused, but you shot him a reassuring glance as if to say, 'Trust me.' He nodded.

"The president and I are not having an affair. We can't be. " You began with a steady voice that oozed confidence.

You paused as you watched the facea in front of you. Their eyes were trained on you, waiting for you to spin your tale.

"The president and I are not having an affair—because we are engaged." You drop the bomb. You feel Bradley tense up beside you, but he doesn't react. He knows he can't right now.

No matter how crazy the words that have just come out of your mouth are, he knows that they are going to save both of your jobs. His presidency would never survive a scandal like this, and you would never be able to work in Washington again.

Your words seem to satisfy the media because their questions shift.

"Ms. Wiseman, how long have you and the president been together?"

"Is this why we haven't seen him dating?"

"When do you plan on getting married?"

"Why did you feel the need to hide your relationship?"

They all continue to shout at you. Suddenly, Jaycee pushes her way to the front and whistles to silence them.

"Ms. Wiseman and President Bradshaw will be more than happy to answer any questions people might have. In fact, they are going to sit down with me tomorrow afternoon in an exclusive broadcast that will be live stream on the official Washington Post website at five pm." She tells the crowd.

That pacifies them as they dispurse to break the news, talking amongst themselves.

Jaycee turns to look at both of you. You open your mouth to speak, but she puts her hand up.

"I don't know, I don't care." She beings. "All I'm saying is that I bought the two of you sometime to get your stories straight before tomorrow."

You both thank her before she leaves. As she turns to walk away, she pauses. "Bradley." She calls to him. He looks at her. "One more thing, before we meet tomorrow, you'd better have a ring on her hand." She warns before exiting.

After Jaycee leaves, you don't give Bradley a chance to talk to you before you are bolting for the bathroom. You sling the door open and vomit into the toilet. The anxietyfunally catching up with you. You stand up and wash your hands and face. You step out, and he's waiting for you.

"What the fuck was that?" Bradley demands. "That was me, saving your ass yet again. Because in case you didn't know, if you go down, I go down with you, and I'd rather not lose everything I've worked for because you wouldn't listen to me!" You scream him as you poke his chest before walking away.

"Where are you going?" He chases after you. "Home to fabricate our love story!" You scream back. "And my ring size is an eight!" You yell before rounding the corner.

Bradley takes a deep breath before pulling out his phone. He quickly pulls up the contact he needs and types out a message. He has a favor he needs to cash in.

Well, shit really hit the fan in this chapter! Thanks for the love on this series.

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[buckyalpine]

Painting

18+

Bucky x f reader 

I apologize for letting the squirrel lose. He has full control over my brain. I gave into wanting to write about subby Bucky. This is trash and filth, save yourselves. 

Smutty smut with subby needy lil jealous Buck. 

I know this is nasty. Like nasty nasty okay. 

Go get some help @ myself. 

He can’t help but watch you intently as you smooth lotion onto your skin, wearing nothing but a silk slip, the lingering scent of your body wash sending his senses into overdrive. Your hands rub up and down your calves, working your way up to your thighs and he nearly whimpers seeing the silk ride up your legs. 

His mind has been wandering lately. He tries to shake away the filthy thoughts that cloud his mind but they don’t want to leave, they sink in deeper. Yes, he’s all subby and needy for you but now he also wants to claim you. He’s been on edge all day, ever since a new agent flirted with you, training with you like he owned you, putting his hands on your waist and hips. He tried to flip you around the mat, touching you all over and Bucky nearly lost his shit. You took him down with ease but to see someone else touch you like that, as if they owned you, when you were all his unleased something inside him. 

His mommy belongs to him. He’s your baby and no one else should touch you like that, not when you’re all his. He adores you so much, you take such good care of him but right now he now he wants more. 

Your hands massage further up your thigh and Bucky can’t take his eyes off you. The silky material of your slip hugs your body and he can feel his cock twitch when he sees your nipples poke through the thin material. 

His mind starts to wander again. 

You’d look beautiful without that piece of silk covering your body. 

How pretty his mommy would look covered in him. 

Dripping in the mess he makes. 

Your body soaked. You finish with your moisturizer, making your way over to bed and you can’t help but notice the way your baby is looking at you with puppy eyes. You had seen that look before, but never quite as intense. 

He wants something. 

Needs something. 

You cock an eyebrow, your eyes trailing down his body, he’s only wearing his boxer briefs and they do nothing to contain his erection, his cock straining against the fabric. He’s already started to leak, a wet patch right where the tip is. You can’t help but feel your stomach flutter at the way he does nothing to hide it, a blush dusting his cheeks but he knows you can see how hard he is. 

“What is it baby?” You sit on the edge of the bed beside him, gasping when he pulls you onto his lap instead, having you straddle him. You loved when he got like this, so needy he just wanted to take from you. 

“Y/n...” He groaned, burying his face into your neck, his nose nuzzling against your skin. You can feel his cock throb against your core, grinding down on him, making him whine. “Mommy” 

“What do you need bubba” You coo, your hands grazing his scalp, gently tugging his short locks. You moan at the way his hands grip onto you, holding you close, whining against your skin when you rock your hips on his boner to tease him again. “Tell me baby”

Should he tell you?

He knows what he wants. 

One of his dirtiest fantasies. 

Tonight, he needs it more than ever. 

He holds you tight, keeping his face hidden in your neck, he’s so hard it almost hurts.

“Wanna make a mess on you” He whispered, starting to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck, wrapping his arms around you to keep you flush against him. You pull away slightly, biting your lip, your eyes urging him to continue. You could feel your arousal drip out of you when he moves his hands to card through your hair, making you look right at him, his eyes heavy with lust, “Paint mommy’s face” 

“How baby” You knew what he wanted but you wanted to hear him say it, your hands trailing down his body to play with his dog tags. 

“With my cum” 

You moan at the thought, your cunt clenching around nothing, his eyes are almost glassy, he wants this so badly. He needs to claim you. 

“Can I mommy?” You can tell he’s so desperate, his cock throbbing. You can feel his hips squirming under you, humping upwards, rubbing his boner against your soaked folds. “Please?” His lips brush against yours, his hands gripping your hips harder. “Please, wanna cum all over you” 

“Is that all baby? You just wanna make a mess” Your thumb traces over his bottom lip, tugging it down as he moans, nodding, already rolling you over so your pinned under him. “Go a head baby boy, show me how” 

That was all he had to hear, immediately pulling your slip off, his eyes raking up and down your naked body. He slips his briefs off, straddling you while your hands come to rest on his thighs, stroking his skin. His knees are on either side of your waist wanting to claim your pretty tits first. You nails gently graze his thighs and his cock jumps against his abs. 

“Feel’s good” He whines out, stroking his shaft over your body, his orgasm building up fast, the thought of him being able to cum all over your body makes his cock throb. He works his hand up and down his cock, keeping his strokes slow so he could admire you for a bit, beads of precum leaking from the tip. 

“You like that Jamie?” Your pussy is soaked watching him stroke himself on top of you, soft moans and whimpers dripping from his lips. He looks at you under him and images of the agent trying to pin you on the mat flash into his mind. His cock grows harder, warmth already spreading through his body. 

“You’re-fuck, please-you’re mine” His hand moves up to twist around the tip, his breaths getting heavier. You could tell he was close, his body pulled taut. 

“Go a head baby boy, cum on me” 

“Fuck-only I get to cum on you like this mommy” He fisted his cock over you, moaning with his head thrown back, he couldn’t hold off anymore. Your eyes locked with his, rubbing his legs up and down, loving how fucked out he already was and he’d just started. 

“Only you baby, only my baby boy is allowed to, show me who you cum for Jamie” 

“MAMA” Cum burst out of his cock, covering your tummy and nipples with his seed, his cock still hard in his hand as he milked every drop out. “There’s so much cum, fuck it’s so much” ropes continued to pour from the tip, his cum dripping down the sides of your waist and down your breasts. 

You moaned, feeling his warmth cover you, your beautiful needy baby still gently stroking his cock, utterly insatiable over you. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, seeing you looking so angelic under him, his cum glistening off your skin, his cock grew hard again, desperate to soak you. 

“Mommy….” His cock was soaked, his hand slicking over his length, touching himself again. He panted, moaning, watching you run your fingers through his cum, trailing you hand down to play with your clit, his cum mixing with your slick. You rubbed tight circles onto your clit while he stroked himself on top of you, your sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing against your fingers each time his body jolted from sensitivity. 

Your body squirmed, your legs trembling, face contorting with pleasure as you played with your clit, it didn’t take long for you to push yourself close to the edge. 

“James, so close baby” Your lips were parted, your eyes rolling back as you rubbed your clit faster, crying out when waves of pleasure crashed over you. The sight of your release was all he needed to feel his climax surge through his body again, the second more intense than the first. 

“M’gonna cum again” He moaned out, his cock right above your chest, stroking himself faster, “fuckfuck m’gonna cum” 

“FUCK MOMMY TAKE IT” He nearly fell onto you, supporting himself up with one arm, jerking his cock, his cum spilling onto your lower belly, dripping down your hips, spurts of cum landing through your already soaked folds. 

His forehead came to rest on yours, panting and whimpering over the way his cock continued to throb. Your hand came down to grasp his cock, biting your lip over the way it was still hard in your hand. 

“Think you can give me just one more baby boy” You kissed his face softly, gently stroking his cock. His hips bucked into your hand, moaning into your lips, he wasn’t done just yet. He crawled up your body, his cock nearly brushing against your face as he played with himself again.

“Fuck it’s-mommy so sensitive” He let out a shuddered breath, stroking himself right in front of your face, his skin glistening with sweat, his chest rising and falling, desperate to paint your pretty face.  Your pussy clenched watching the way Bucky lost himself to you, his thighs spread apart, metal hand tugging and rubbing his balls, pulling them harder as he neared his final release.

“Mama...” He slipped further into his subby space, whining with glassy eyes as he looked at you with so much love. Fuck, you took such good care of him, letting him make such a mess all over you, your fingers running through his seed, moaning at his taste. He was so lucky to have you, no one else could ever have you the way he did. “Tell me I’m your baby” 

“You’re my baby Jamie” You cooed, your hands trailing up the back of his thighs, caressing his skin, his muscles tensed. 

“M’your baby mommy?” He wanted to hear it over and over again, he was yours. 

“You are bubba, you’re my baby boy, always” 

His moans grew louder, his balls throbbing, pulled tight against his body. He felt pleasure surge through his entire body, all his senses heightened. His cock was over stimulated as he continued to tug and twist his hand, desperate to have his cum drip down your face. 

“Gonna paint your face mommy” He could feel it pulse through his length, his body trembling, it almost hurt with how sensitive he felt but he couldn’t help it, it felt to good, he needed it so badly. “Fuckfuck, s’too much, oh fuck, I-, mommy please- 

“FUCCCKKK” He cried out as you gasped; warm drops of cum streamed onto your face, you were even prettier than he imagined, his cock continuing to leak. He squeezed himself, milking out every drop onto your face, the both of you moaning, a complete filthy debauched sight.  

His cock rested on your face, rubbing it through his mess, he couldn’t possibly cum more. Still. He couldn’t help but play with his cum on your face, fuck his mommy was the prettiest when she was soaked in him. 

He dragged his cock against your cheek, brining it to your lips, smearing his cum around further, moaning loudly when you parted your lips. He slipped the tip of his cock in, nearly sobbing when you suckled his sensitive tip, the sensation so overwhelming it almost hurt but it felt so good. Your soft tongue teased his slit, swirling around his softening cockhead, his chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut as you licked off every single drop. 

Bucky felt like he was floating as he stared at your soaked, dripping body, this would not be the last time he did this. You looked angelic, gorgeous covered in your sweet baby’s cum. 

“Come here baby” You pulled him down for a kiss and he let himself melt into your hold, moaning at how slick and sticky your body felt, pressed against his. He wrapped his arms around your body, tasting himself on your lips, getting himself just as messy as you as he kept your flush against him. 

“You wanna take a warm shower now, bubba?” You rubbed his back gently, kissing his temple while he nodded, hugging you tighter. He carries you over to the bathroom, steam filling the room, hands caressing each other as you clean each other off. 

He crawls into bed with you, snuggling his face into your boobs and for fucks sake he can’t seem to control himself tonight. Your boobs are so warm and soft. He can’t help himself, taking your nipple into his mouth, suckling and whining. rutting against your thigh. 

You gasp as he parts your legs, his cock hard again, nudging against your entrance, he couldn’t get enough of his mommy. Maybe he’d even make you one. 

“Wanna fill you next” 

Fucks wrong with you @ me

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[sukuna-darling]

Sᴜɢᴜʀᴜ/ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ…ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ Sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ’s ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ

prompt ┆ requested by anonymous ⥂ Scenario you say? What about Virgin Geto loosing his first time to Gojo's girlfriend? And ofc he's watching, could also be the other way around hihi

tags ⥂ 𝐦𝐝𝐢, PwP, m x w, some m x m x w, virgin!satoru, established relationship w suguru, teaching/corruption, voyeurism, fingering, face fucking, some jerking off, teasing, light degradation/praise

all works

“When you’re fingering her make sure to watch out for this part here.” Suguru pushes down on the bottom of your slit. Whilst your nose wrinkles in discomfort.

Easing his touch and gliding his finger deeper, he says, “Don’t let your nails scratch her and don’t push don’t to much it’s going to hurt in a bad way. You need to softly make sure you slip your finger past her lips, and softly rub her.” Suguru massages that sweet spot inside you.

Groaning around Satoru’s cock, whilst his balls slap your face. Satoru asks, “How could you hurt her in a good way?” Gagging around him as he lingers. Before continuing with his slow strokes. The taste of his pre-cum filling your mouth.

“I’m glad you asked. We will get to that having patience against a brat is key to breaking them. And whilst she is being good for us tonight. Who knows the next time she decides to catch an attitude.” Kissing your clit, parting his lips to flick your soft bud.

Satoru softly groans, “She’s been giving me so much sassy lately I’m surprised she is being good for us now. I can’t wait to do something about it when she says ‘make me’.”

Satoru sloppily thrusts his hips after his cock past your lips with a soft pop. His cock rubs across your lips. Kissing along the bottom of his cock. Whilst he groans,

“You weren’t kidding when you said her mouth is heaven. Fuck using my hand, her tongue is so soft! The wet warmth and when she squeezes me as she groans mmmn!” Satoru leans back to watch your mouth take his cock.

Your red painted lips wrapped around him. The color smeared around your face and along his length. He can’t see the way your eyes water. It’s the price he would have to pay for shoving his balls in your face. With every thrust he could feel your nose press into his sack.

Satoru moans, “Worship my cock and balls thirsty whore.” Suguru trails kisses down your lips. Nudging his tongue past whilst groaning.

Suguru says, “You’re going to have too much fun with Toru. Which means he can give you some company whilst I’m gone for the next two weeks.” Watching your boyfriend stand up, and Satoru takes his place.

Countless times you’ve admired Satoru, as much as you have Suguru. Their eyes opposed to each other as much their are. With Suguru’s eyes reminding you of a calm night sky right before the storm. With heavy clouds you can’t see which bring the smell of rain.

Satoru eye’s recall endless sparkling ocean which reflect the sun. Only to concealing crushing, dark depths. Inciting the same reactions one would have in the middle of the sea. Question it’s depths with fear or curiosity, or some might not even care at all. Too consumed in the sparkly surface of a seemingly calm ocean.

To have those very eyes studying your pussy is frying your brain. Biting into your bottom lips as he looks up and says, “You’re beautiful pussy is wet enough for both of us. Do you think your pussy take Sug and I for my first time? I want to feel your soft pussy squeezing me whilst his cock rubs against mine.”

Stroking your lips, wetting his fingertips. Whilst you moan, “I want to feel both of you cum in me.” Satoru pushes his finger tips in. He groans,

“So creamy I want to taste. After I learn how to make her cum with my fingers teach me how to eat her out.” Suguru grabs Satoru’s messy white hair. Turning his head and kissing Satoru.

The loud groan from both of them telling you that it is long overdue. Satoru slips his fingers deeper inside you. As he grabs the back of Suguru’s head, messing his bun and causing it to fall.

Suguru breaks the kiss, his teeth sunken into Satoru lips. Which looks puffier when Suguru lets go. He says, “I’m going to shut you up that way from now on.” Satoru grins and tells him,

“I’ll make sure to be more annoying.” Suguru yanks his head to the side, exposing his neck. Suguru crouches behind him, his bulky large body covering Satoru’s leaner body. Only Suguru could manage to drawf Satoru’s body.

Suguru warns, “I’ll do more than just bite. You will be punished, maybe I’ll make you watch me fuck her. And you won’t be allowed to touch yourself.” Sinking teeth deep into Satoru’s neck. Whilst Satoru curls his finger inside of you.

His ocean blue eyes unfocusing as Suguru reaches down. And you can only picture your boyfriend grabbing Satoru’s spit slicked cock stroking it.

Satoru’s eyes roll back as he bites into his bottom lip. The soft pumping of his finger stops. Only for him to slowly nudge a second finger inside you.

Suguru kisses the bright red bite mark on Satoru’s pale neck before telling him, “Rub small circles on her clit with your thumb. Don’t use to much pressure but don’t be too light. Pay attention to the way she moans and moves.” Suguru stands up and sits on the chair facing the bed.

Suguru says, “Once you make her squirt then you can feel how addictive her soft pussy feels quivering around your cock. Her pussy is going to be so much more sensitive after she cums the first time.” Satoru groans as he slips his fingers of your pussy.

Kissing your clit the way Suguru did before. Then sticking both of his longer fingers into his mouth. Looking at you as he groans. Whilst Suguru spits into his hand, the slick sounds of his hand gliding down his hard cock alongside Satoru’s moans it’s chocolate for the ears.

[lucivinyl]

kiss goodnight

Lucifer had never felt something nearly as crushing.

The clock on the wall ticked and ticked and ticked, and with each beat a second slipped away. Seconds made way for minutes, and minutes became hours. Three hours, to be most precise.

It had been three hours since Lucifer had invited you into his study with the convenient excuse of work-related problems. He'd handed you files after files, and watched the stack of paper grow thinner and thinner, much like his patience. There were only so many documents he could give before his time was up.

In his frustration, he slammed his pen onto the desk. You spared him a glance before returning to your– his work. "Is something wrong?"

"No." Yes . Everything was wrong. For starters, the space between you was ridiculous. Why were you sitting so far away when there was a cearly vacant seat right before him?

"Sure, whatever you say." You said with a hint of teasing and let silence fall over the room again. The piano tunes coming from the far corner of the room did nothing to ease his mind.

You had been caught up in his brothers' trifling matters the entire day. Every time he ran into you, one of them was guaranteed to be hanging out by your side. It wasn't something he could prevent, seeing as they'd grown to be dependent on you, but he still couldn't help letting his gaze linger. It was often accompanied by a feeling akin to envy– an emotion that he was almost ashamed to have.

He just wished it wasn't so hard to spend time with you. He wished he didn't need to concoct pretexts just to see you. He would give everything and anything just to be able to wrap his arms around you, to have you whisper sweet nothings to him, but he wasn't entitled to any of those. He had no right. The moment he came up to you, honesty failed him, and another lie had already escaped him.

It was pathetic beyond belief. Even in this moment, when you were alone with him, head propped up on your fist, the better part of your body hidden under his coat, a war was still raging inside him. It was the same war he'd been fighting for months, the same war that left his heart aching.

And the most ludicrous part? It could've ended so easily. It would only take six words. I am in love with you . Or five, you have captured my heart . Hell, he could condense them into three syllables: I adore you .

The only thing standing in his path was his pride.

"No mistakes in this one, as expected." You shrugged his coat off and walked towards him. Your hands didn't even graze when he took the paper from you.

"Is there anything else?" Your eyes darted to the wall to check the time. His heart jumped in panic.

"I may have one more," he flipped through the miscellaneous documents on his desk and pulled out a random piece. "Last one, I promise."

You examined the page, and hummed. "It seems that a promise is unnecessary. I've already proofread this," you raised your brow at him. "Are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit restless tonight."

"It's nothing." He heaved a sigh, but it didn't lessen the weight on his chest. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of a sensible reason for you to stay. Not when it was already past your usual bedtime. "Thank you for your help."

As if he wasn't already tormented enough, you smiled at him and turned. "Of course. I'll be taking my leave then?"

"Wait!" He called out before his brain could register it. Maybe you would desire some demonus before sleep. Maybe he could show you more of his favorite records. Anything to keep you by his side longer, to keep his feelings at bay. A goodnight kiss, perhaps? That would surely do the trick. Among all the late night hours he got to spend with you, there wasn't one where he didn't wish for it.

You waited. He teased the words on his tongue. It would be a short, simple question. He would handle it with grace.

It was unutterable.

"...Rest well," was what he settled on.

He must've imagined the disappointment flitting through your face before you left. If anything, he should be disappointed with himself. Perhaps it would've been better if he'd never figured out that he loved you. He'd only trapped himself in this personal hell, stuck with all these stupid feelings, unable to do anything about them, doomed--

You couldn't make it far before you heard a loud thud from Lucifer's room. Sticking your head back inside, you didn't see anything out of ordinary. Lucifer waved you off absent-mindedly.

Perhaps it was the fireplace, but you swore his forehead looked a bit red right then.

[thetriplets3]

hello, my friend. from the prompts list, may i please request "tell me about your day" where the reader asks Matt about his day?

or, maybe Matt makes a gluten-free pizza for the reader 😉 tysm ♡

how about both? this makes my little celiac heart happy. thank you for the request <3

ease my mind

Chaotic. That’s one way to describe the day I’ve had at work. People demanding more that one person can do at a time, getting berated for doing my job, being pulled in every direction I feel myself slowly falling apart. As soon as I shut my car door, my head meets the headrest as I let out a loud groan, before heading home.

I’m used to driving the same route home everyday. It's automatic for me at this point. Tonight however my overwhelmed brain has led me to your house. I stood aimlessly at your front door for a few minutes debating if I should just go, considering it is pretty late and you yourself have been busy lately. Before I can let myself think any longer I press your contact, calling you, not wanting to wake anyone else up.

“Hi honey what’s up?” You pick up at the first ring.

“Hi, could you please unlock the door for me?” I weakly say, not having much energy to talk.

“Of course I’ll be right there” you say. I can hear you rushing off your bed before hanging up.

Opening the door you immediately pull me into your arms, which is exactly what I needed. The smell of freshly baked food fills my nose, comforting me.

“Smells great in here” I compliment.

“I made pizza from scratch, it took a while” you chuckled.

Unconsciously let out a sigh and frown, homemade pizza and I can’t have any. Things got so crazy at work I haven’t had a chance to stop and eat anything since 11am. It’s hitting me now smelling this pizza just how hungry I am.

Since being diagnosed celiac, you’ve been more aware of how difficult it is for me to find food I can eat while we’re out, having to check every label and how much I hate not being able to just eat what everyone else does. You’ve started carrying snacks for me in your bag so I always have something to eat. I love how thoughtful you are. It makes me feel like a burden having to ask places to take extra precautions when preparing my food and limiting the amount of places we can eat.

“I made it just for you, it’s gluten free. It took a while because I wanted to make sure everything was safe and cleaned properly before making it. I double checked everything and even made Nick and Chris check too” you said proudly.

“Matt” my lips form a pout. “You did all that for me? Oh thank you my love, you didn’t have to” I gush, my heart doubling in size.

“Of course I did. I know how much you despise baking so you won’t make any gluten free stuff for yourself so I thought I would try. I tried a piece it’s pretty good. I was gonna bring it to you tomorrow but since you’re here now let’s eat” you say.

Each grabbing a few slices of pizza we made our way to your room getting comfy in bed. “How was work tonight?’ You ask.

“Wasn’t a good night. I’d rather not talk about it” I sigh, not wanting to remember the events. “Tell me about your day” I ask, wanting to be distracted and hearing you talk puts me at ease.

“I’m sorry honey, but hey look on the bright side you have the next 2 days off and you’ll be spending it with me, taking it easy because you deserve it” you softly say. “My day, hmm. I didn’t do much. I went to the store to get all the stuff to make the pizza which took up a good portion of the day because I’m not used to baking. Oh and I got some of your favorite snacks to keep over here so you have food when you stay over. Other than that we spent a few hours at the warehouse planning out some video ideas” You tell me, while your thumb rubs soothingly over the back of my hand.

“I can’t thank you enough for everything you do for me. You know how much I love that you carry snacks around for me but let me pay you back. I feel bad, gluten free food is pricey, I can’t let you spend your money on that for me” I plead.

“Oh zip it I don’t mind buying you things. I don’t want you to have to buy or pack food for when you come to stay over. I should have things you can eat here. I love having you here and being able to take care of you. I love you sweetheart” you say.

“I love you more. You made my day so much better. Can you keep talking, I don’t care what it’s about. I just wanna listen to you talk, you put my mind at ease” I ask, moving my now empty plate to the bedside table and get myself comfy in your arms.

“I’ll do anything for you honey” you promise me.

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[editorofeverything]

Back on my NaLu BS

A little snippet of a fic, but I needed a pallet cleanser from how hard I've been working to finish my long fic and nalu has been plaguing me especially this week, so enjoy a sleepy nalu fic

Natsu stalked across the dark city, a clear destination in mind.

It was late—so late, not a single soul could be found walking the quiet city. Even the streetlights and half-moon high in the sky provided little light between the dark buildings as he stalked through streets and alleyways.

Natsu wasn’t sure why he needed to leave the house. He even left Happy behind in his need to go, leaving the blue cat to snore peacefully on their little cot. He didn’t even grab any clothes, marching through the city with nothing but his sleep shorts on.

It was just—Natsu couldn’t sleep. He was tired, and Happy’s snoring and mumbling usually helped Natsu doze off easily, but tonight was different. Every time Natsu closed his eyes, he thought of golden hair and brown eyes. He thought of a warm scent of vanilla and roses and something else that Natsu couldn’t explain except that it was completely Lucy. He waited and waited to fall asleep, but after a few hours of tossing and turning, Natsu couldn’t ignore the itch at the back of his mind that needed to see her.

So, there he was, following the instinct to find her in the dead of night until he was looking up at her apartment. If he woke her, she would yell at him and throw something, so he had to be careful.

He jumped up to her window, easing it open slowly.

There she was. She was tucked deep within her blankets, top of her head just barely peeking out, but he could smell her calm scent and hear the steady beat of her heart.

Natsu didn’t know what he was doing. He didn’t want to leave, even after checking in on her. Would she be really mad if he stayed? He didn’t actually want her to be mad, but it was hard to ignore the instinct that wanted him to stay.

A breeze blew in and Lucy shivered, even under all her blankets.

Natsu was inside closing the window before he knew it. Well, he was already inside. He might as well stay and deal with the consequences tomorrow.

He crawled into bed with Lucy, easing the blanket open to slip next to her warm body. At least she was wearing something this time—Natsu paused with the blanket in his hand, taking in the too big white button down that hung off her shoulders and bunched around her waist, completely covered in his scent.

He didn’t know why he paused on it. Lucy wore his clothes sometimes. Lucy wore no clothes sometimes. Why was it weird that she wore his shirt to bed?

She already had traces of his scent—they spent too much time not to have their scents muddled together at this point. Her apartment especially spelled just as much like him as it did her. So why did this shirt make him feel so strange?

Lucy made a noise in her sleep, shifting onto her side so she was facing him, arms somehow finding him and pulling him closer to her.

“What am I, a pillow,” her mumbled to himself, forgetting the strange feeling the shirt brought out and instead focused on the warmth of Lucy’s skin pressed against his and the calming intermingling of their scents. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

~

Lucy woke slowly, warm and groggy and ready to fall back asleep no matter what the bright stream of sunlight beaming in through her curtains had to say.

“Hmm…” A deep voice hummed, and Lucy jumped out of her skin, snapping her eyes open to someone lying next to her.

It took a moment for her sleepy brain to understand, but it came to her slowly. The blankets had been kicked to the bottom of her bed at some point, probably because a salamander snuck into her bed and overheated her. At some point, Lucy had climbed half on top of him, pressing her front against his as she used him as a pillow and likely a source of heat.

Lucy… didn’t know how to react. She usually got annoyed or embarrassed when Natsu broke into her apartment, but she couldn’t deny in her sleepy state that she slept much better last night than she did in the past year.

Ever since Aquarius... Lucy just couldn't get to sleep, and even when she did, she couldn't stay asleep. Nightmares of losing her friend and her guild plagued her until she forced herself to give up on sleeping.

Natsu grumbled again in his sleep, arms coming around her waist just as he rolled onto his side, taking her with him so that they lied facing each other. Lucy blinked sleepily at his face, completely relaxed and breathing so deeply that Lucy couldn’t bring herself to wake him.

“I’ll yell at you later,” she whispered, tucking herself back into him and letting her eyes droop shut, just missing Natsu’s eyes slitting open. She fell asleep quickly, and Natsu tightened his arms around her and rested his head against hers before falling back asleep himself.

[sevenpersona]

Unholy

Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Animal attacks in your town have driven you to seek shelter at the local church. Though it isn’t as safe as it may seem.

Minors DNI

Warnings: sexually explicit content, explicit language, unprotected sex, violence, blood drinking, throat ripping, cumming inside, wall sex, talks of death, I think that’s it.

Inspired by the pictorial and also that Sam smith tiktok sound with edits to Jungkook (🎶 mommy don’t know daddy’s getting hot at the body shop doing something unholy 🎶) y’all know the one 🫣

This is my first non fluffy work so enjoy 😗

People have been showing up recently in town dazed, and bleeding from small bite marks. Everyone says that a lot of animal attacks happen here due to the close proximity to the forest. You don’t buy into that bullshit though. Animal attacks? Really that’s a cover up if you’ve ever saw one. 

You did an investigation into animal attacks in school, and not once did the victims of an “animal attack” look like the ones showing up now. You shiver. The mangled and mauled bodies of your research still haunt you to this day.

Recently a body was found at the hiking track, and your friend just so happens to be the coroner, investigating the cause of death. She was understandably freaked out to find that the body was completely drained of blood. And although it was a little unprofessional of her to tell you, you think it was out of worry knowing you live close to the woods.

Which convinces you to join a church but not because your religious or anything. However you are a teensy tiny bit superstitious and while churches and religious grounds don’t have the best reputation, you gain a feeling of safety. Maybe it’s all the candles, you do have a habit of collecting them. It could possibly the safety in numbers thing soothing your anxiety too.

Technically you aren’t joining the church but they were inviting people who didn’t feel safe in their homes to stay, so it was basically the same you know? 

All you know is that you feel a whole lot better here, than in your small house a few hundred meters from the forest. There was no inner alarm telling you something is wrong, study from home, cancel on your friends and don’t go on that hike. 

Well you did feel better until another person “joined” the church. He introduced himself as Jeon Jungkook. You weren’t sure why you got an off vibe from him but you tried to stay away. Even though he was damn hot.

You observed he was a loner, shy and introverted and he barely made an effort to communicate with anyone but he was kind and helped when needed. You also saw that he was strong. Like effortlessly carrying several kg’s of flour at once strong. Was it wrong of you to imagine him throwing you around like you were nothing, on holy grounds?

During your stay you kept up with the local news and your friends during your time at the convent and while no new bodies were discovered, more and more people were being found with small bite marks and no recollection of what had happened to them. 

Lately you were having a hard time sleeping. Worried you would wake up got the news of your friends being the latest victim of these attacks. Your friends had tried to put your mind at ease of course telling you of the precautions they had implemented. But they weren’t infallible and anxiety always had a way of getting the best of you.

You woke up again in a cold sweat. Nightmares plaguing your dreams. You hadn’t been scared of the dark in so long but tonight you longed for the comfort of the light to keep you company. Gathering the courage to run to the light switch you flick it on but your stomach drops when nothing comes of it. 

Searching your brain for a solution, your sleep addled mind gives you the idea to walk down to the church. The hallways are filled with candlelight and while that won’t be enough to curb my growing dread, the amount of candles at my destination are sure to give off a bright glow!

Mind made up you wander through the hall to the church. You never realised how eerie it would be here all alone at night, shivering as you realise only a short nightgown is covering you. Turning the corner you stifle a scream as you come face to face with Jungkook. 

“Hey, whoa!” His eyes are as wide as you imagine your own to be. “Sorry, I didn’t imagine anyone else would be up this late.”

“Sorry me neither.” Your heart is still racing from the shock. “I couldn’t sleep and my light switch wasn’t working so I was going to go to the church because of all the candles.” You ramble.

“Yeah, it’s super strange mine had shut off a few minutes ago too.” Frowning as he thought about it. “Maybe there was a power outage?”

You shrug in answer and move to walk off again. 

“Would you mind if I came with?” You were caught of guard with his question. Didn’t he just come from this way?

“Uhh sure?” 

“Thanks!” He chirped out.

We walked in silence until we reached the wooden doors of the prayer room. Jungkook kindly opened the heavy doors and you froze when you found the room in disarray.

There were two entrances to the room and while we came in one, the other door separating us from the outside was hanging by the hinges. The candles you were longing for were snuffed out.

You step back and end up shuffling into Jungkook. 

“What do you think did this?” 

“Definitely not an animal.” It seems that even in your terror, the sarcasm flows the same. 

He looks around for a bit before he goes stock still. “We should get out of here.”

“You’re right, whatever did that could still be lingering around.” Warning bells are ringing in your mind and you weren’t going to stick around.

Turning around you find the door closed. Wasn’t it open just a second ago? Maybe Jungkook closed it when we entered.

The hair on your neck was standing at attention. Goosebumps coming to the surface of your skin. You slowly turn and the next second you were on the ground. 

Jungkook tackling a shadowed figure. And then they were gone, it was like they disappeared. You tried to soothe your mind and your racing heart as you tried to comprehend what was happening. 

A moment passes and you scream as a figure appears blood covering it’s face, coming so close to you before being pulled back, flung across the room. Jungkook was suddenly in front of you chest heaving where he stood.

Good to know that you were right and that it wasn’t the animals attacking the towns people. Bad for your piece of mind however as now you have to come to terms with either vampires being real or that a person is draining people of blood and storing it for nefarious uses.

Stuck in your thoughts, you miss the figure, rushing back up to get the drop on you. Jungkook moves into its path, is lunged at and ends up underneath this creature. He’s not strong enough to stop it from coming after you. 

The creature soon has you in its grip, blood covered the lower half of its mouth and you wonder if this is how you meet your end. A shock of blood splatters across your face as Jungkook rips at the figures neck with his teeth. The creature howls in pain, dropping you onto the unforgiving ground, giving him the opportunity to thrust his hand into its chest pulling out its heart. 

The body falls limp and Jungkook kicks it off him, before standing up and wiping his bloodied lips with his sleeve. He turns, when you stand up and suddenly he’s in front of you, intense eyes softening as you flinch from his movement.

In response to your body’s reaction he moves to give you some space, but stops as your hand snaps to grasp his arm. You don’t want him to leave after that encounter, and although you aren’t entirely sure what Jungkook is, you trust him. 

“Thank you for saving me from whatever that was.” He makes a noise and you assume he’s listening. “I know that you probably aren’t exactly human either but I’m not expecting any answers-“ 

“I’m a Vampire.” He interjects staring at the floor.

You release his arm in surprise. “Oh! Well vampire or not I’m really glad you didn’t let me become a dead body for my friends to mourn.” Your morbid sense of humour and gratitude mixes oddly but you roll with it anyway. 

“So…that myth about vampires unable to go onto religious grounds is false then?” Curiosity takes a hold of you.

“Yeah it’s false.” Jungkook looks like he’s weirded out by you being unfazed that he’s not human. “And yes I can eat garlic, I’ve touched holy water and it didn’t burn, and I can go out in the sun.”

Cool! Good to know. Wait..”Does blood still rush through your veins the same as when you were alive?”

“Umm, I guess?” So he doesn’t know.

You pout a little wanting to know more. 

“Listen you can’t tell anyone about what I am-“

You interrupt him. “Why would I blab about you when you literally saved me from becoming a human happy meal.”

He whips around to face you. “Please don’t say it like that.” He whines. 

“Fine, fine….an empty human juice box.” You giggle.

He rolls his eyes in response to your teasing.

You shiver as a cold chill comes through the door. Jungkook looks at you, eyes widening as he takes in your attire. The nightgown you were wearing had been ripped dangerously high.

He inhales sharply. “I should go.”

“I don’t want you to leave me here alone.” You grasp onto him. “Please, please don’t go.”

He turns back to you and you notice the problem. You will your eyes to look away from his bulge straining against his sweatpants.

Words escape your mouth before your mind can comprehend. “I can help you with that.”

He groans, pinning you with an intense glare. “You don’t have to help, just because I saved your life.”

“This is not about you saving my life.” You huff. “Do you not own a mirror?” 

“What?” His confusion is evident.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you in the kitchen lifting shit around like it was nothing.” Being blunt was your best chance of getting railed by this man.

He stilled before letting out a guttural growl. The sound going straight to your heat. Backing you up against nearest wall, he cornered you in, the outline of his hardness pressing against your thigh. 

“Are you sure you want this?” He strained. “I won’t be able to hold back.”

You ground yourself against him in response. “Yes. I want it, want you.” Whining as he pulled away. 

He dove straight for your lips, kissing you passionately. Splitting your lips open with his tongue, he explored your mouth earnestly. He left you breathless in the best way as you broke the kiss for air, his lips trailing down your neck.

“Can I bite you?” You moaned at the thought.

“Words baby girl.” 

You whimpered at the pet name. “Yes!” 

Sucking bruises on to your neck, his hand moves up your thigh, cupping your clothed heat. Slipping a finger past your panties he gathers your arousal, a needy moan spilling from your lips.

“Needy, aren’t we.” He teases. “Don’t worry I’ll give you what you want.”

He pushes one finger into your heat, drinking in your sweet sounds before adding another pumping in and out slowly. Licking a spot on your neck he quickens his pace, your pleasure building as his fingers move skilfully. Nudging your clit with his thumb he brings you closer and closer to your climax. 

“So fucking wet. Dripping all over my fingers.” He spits out. “Gonna come already and I’m not even in you.”

Shaking as your orgasm nears, you cry out as he bites into your neck, white noise ringing in your ears as you cum. His fingers fucking you through it until your whimpering from the overstimulation.

The fog of your orgasm clears as you focus your gaze on his mouth. Blood lingers at the corner of his lips as your lips crash against his licking up into him tasting your life essence on him. 

Hands tangled up in his hair, you let one hand creep down to cup his bulge. A loud moan escaping him as you began stroking him through the fabric of his pants. Helping you shove his pants down his member sprung to attention slapping against Jungkook’s abdomen.

His cock was rock hard from the inattention, the angry red tip dribbling pre-cum. Moving to stroke him again, he stopped you.

Lifting you up against the wall to wrap your legs around his waist. “Wanna fuck your sweet little pussy.” 

Pushing your panties to the side, he positioned himself over your tight hole, sliding in bit by bit. Bottoming out he waited until you had became accustomed to his cock. His length was splitting you open deliciously, his body moulding into yours.

Squirming when you were ready, he hesitates before slamming into you. Fucking you against the wall hard, your eyes start tearing up being brought closer to the edge.

Jungkook spotting your teary eyes started fucking up into you like he was possessed.

“Gonna cry baby girl?” He grunts “My cock that good it has you crying over it?”

Loud moans become muffled as he presses a hand to your mouth. 

“You want us to get caught?” He huffs. “You would like that wouldn’t you? Getting caught doing something so unholy as fucking in a church.” 

Pulling down the front of your nightgown he bites down on your breast, groaning as he savours the taste of you.

Your tears spill over as you tip over the edge, eyes rolling back and mouth caught in a silent scream. Jungkook relentlessly pushes you through your orgasm before releasing into you. Panting against your chest he pulls out, before sticking his fingers in you to stop his cum from coming back out.

Limp against him, he manoeuvres your panties back into place before removing his fingers, sucking the mix of your release clean. 

“Good girl, you did so well.” He mumbles into your hair. “You can rest now.”

You pass out as he carries you back to his room, cleaning you up as best he can and laying you to rest on his bed. When you wake, Jungkook takes you to the bathroom, running you a bath for your sore limbs and getting food and water for you. You guess “animal attacks” aren’t so bad if they brought him to you.

[teaandfiction-28]

Fluff 4 or Smut 13. I need it, for reasons. I have no preference for when/where takes place, I just need a small fix of Hank/Kate while I wait for more BND. ❤️ [2/2]

For those of you that requested smut...you're my kinda people!! 😅 

Firstly, this ended up *way* longer than I expected. I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while to plug, what I think, is a pretty crucial gap in their story. 

Second, it’s kinda angsty, fluffy smut so I guess this could be considered a full-service one-shot! 😂 

But here you go @brinteylovesaliens, hope you enjoy!

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Prompt: “Strip. Now.”

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Romantic smut - more ‘throbbing cores’ and ‘heaving chests’ than you can shake a stick at! [18+ only]

Timeline: Set at some point between C1 and C2 of “Brand New Day.”

Sliding his key into the lock, Hank gripped the bunch of keys in a fist to stop them from jangling as he inched the door open and slipped inside, closing the heavy wood with a quiet click behind him. The apartment was pitch black, the early winter sun having long settled behind the horizon while he had been stuck behind his desk, one eye on the clock as he worked through the mountain of paperwork their most recent case had generated. 

He had barely seen her in the last seventy two hours but he had promised that he would get home at a reasonable hour tonight because today was the day she had been patiently waiting for for the last two months. Her doctor had been thrilled with her most recent blood results and their obstetrician had confirmed that the baby was doing great so she had been given the green light to return to normal activity; and there was one particular activity she had been very keen to resume. 

Of course they had been here once before after the nightmare that had been their trip to New York but somehow this felt different. The last time they had been intimate had been the night she’d picked him up from outside a bar in Pilsen and, physically and emotionally wounded, he had selfishly seduced her into pushing her own pain aside in favour of easing his own. But she had been shot before he was able to rectify that particular wrong and the thought of that being their last time together had felt like an anvil on his shoulders ever since. 

He had promised her that he would leave the district in Jay’s capable hands at five o’clock sharp so that they could spend a romantic evening together but, of course, Fischer had stopped by to demand that the case files be handled by the Intelligence Sergeant personally so, here he was at just after midnight, standing alone in her dark hallway rather than tangled up with her between the sheets. 

Kicking off his boots with a sigh, he snapped the lock into place and shrugged out of his heavy winter coat, quietly placing his keys in the ceramic bowl and beginning the familiar route to their bedroom. 

Just like the rest of the apartment, the room was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the strips of silver moonlight sneaking through the blind and, while he couldn’t see much of anything, he could see that their bed wasn't occupied. He hovered in the doorway for a few long beats, one hand on the doorhandle as his sluggish brain struggled to catch up but, before he could send out a search party, he felt a pair of arms slide around his waist, warm palms sliding over his stomach just above the waistband of his jeans. What started as just her hands around his waist soon became her lips brushing the shell of his ear, her breasts pressing flush against his back and her burgeoning bump settling against the base of his spine. 

“You’re late.” Her warm breath ghosted across his neck but, much to his relief, she didn’t sound angry. He could sense a little frustration, perhaps, but certainly not anger. 

“I know, I’m sorry. Fischer-” His apology was cut short when she sucked the lobe of his ear into her mouth, nipping none to gently before drawing the abused flesh back between her lips to soothe the sting. Her hands had started to roam along the lines of his chest and abdomen, lovingly caressing as though she were relearning every ridge and valley all over again.

“Strip for me.” 

In his mind, he had mapped out how this conversation might go. He had planned a response for a fiery ‘you promised you would be home early’ or a disappointed ‘there’s always tomorrow’. Hell, he’d even prepared himself for a ‘you can sleep on the couch tonight’ but he absolutely had not been prepared for the salacious order that she had whispered so enticingly into his ear. 

“What?”

“I don’t think I stuttered, honey.” She murmured idly, her hands sliding up over his strong chest as she pressed a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses to the back of his neck, starting behind his left ear and slowly working her way around to his right. 

“You know how long it’s been since the last time you touched me?”

Of course he knew. It had been just as difficult for him to keep his hands to himself over the last few months, wanting nothing more than to right at least one of the wrongs he had committed while lost in his spiral of self-loathing. But still she felt inclined to tell him anyway. 

“Almost three months. Three. Months.”

“I’m well aware, Kate.” He said patiently, lifting his hands to settle atop hers where they had come to rest just over his solar plexus, their fingers naturally intertwining. 

“Then don’t make me ask again. Strip. Now.” 

When he finally eased out of her grip and turned around, the sight that greeted him left him speechless. She stood before him as naked as the day she was born, every beautiful inch of her bared to his burning gaze and he found himself swallowing thickly in an effort to moisten his suddenly very dry throat. In the early days of her recovery, she had been reliant on him to assist her with the most basic of tasks and, as such, it wasn’t the first time he had seen her nude since the shooting but it was the first time he had seen her like this.

Her hair falling in waves around her shoulders, the very ends of the honey-streaked locks brushing against delicate collarbones that he was desperate to litter with deep bruises he knew he would still be able to see in the morning. He wanted to press long, slow, deep kisses the assortment of pink scars between her swollen, heavy breasts, if only to reassure her that the marks forever etched onto her skin were badges of honour that she should wear with pride. But it was the prominent swell of her stomach that had him throbbing in his jeans, the primal surge of masculine pride zinging down his spine in the knowledge that it was his baby growing inside of her. 

She looked utterly radiant and he found himself entirely unwilling to deny her anything. Unclipping his badge and gun and depositing them on a nearby dresser with practised ease, he lifted his hands to the base of his throat and got to work unbuttoning his deep navy shirt, slowly pushing the flat pearl discs through the corresponding holes until the fabric finally parted and slipped from his shoulders, landing on the hardwood floor with a quiet whoosh. His eyes were still locked on hers when his hands settled on the buckle of his black leather belt, the familiar clang of metal filling the room as he deftly released the thin metal prong and pulled the two ends apart so he could pop the button and ease the zipper down. Slowly but surely, the puddle of fabric at his feet grew larger until all that was left was his plain black boxers. 

Kate had been watching him with rapt attention as more and more of his remarkable body was revealed to her but her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest when he finally hooked his thumbs inside the elastic of his underwear and slowly eased them down over his lean thighs, casually stepping out of them before taking a few tentative steps towards her. 

Her intense, visceral attraction to him had never been a secret but, in that moment, Kate was sure that she had never wanted anyone more than she wanted him. 

Despite the familiar desire crackling in the air around them, there was an element of foreign nervousness that they hadn’t felt between them for a long time; perhaps since that very first time. For Hank, the moment felt too significant to rush so he simply closed the last few inches of space between them and took her in his arms. 

“How was that for you?” He growled, leaning in to seal his mouth over hers in a heart stopping kiss, his tongue running along the seam of her lips in a silent bid for entry. 

Kissing Hank Voight was certainly an experience in itself. Sliding his fingers into her hair, he grasped a fistful of locks in a loose fist and tilted her head to the side, creating ample space to slip his talented tongue into her mouth, a groan vibrating in his chest as he took his time reverently tasting her.

“Not bad, I guess.” Kate hummed when they eventually parted, their foreheads resting together as her arms looped around his neck. “I mean...it wasn’t exactly Magic Mike but-”

The anxious energy dissipated almost instantly at her gentle teasing and soon enough they were sprawled amongst the sheets in a tangle of limbs, hot lips and urgent hands leaving no patch of skin untouched. Deciding that their ‘no branding’ agreement was null and void on this occasion, Hank took his time sucking a series of bruises into the tender flesh of her throat, taking a moment to inspect his handiwork before continuing his journey south.

Settling himself on his elbows between her parted thighs, he blew a stream of cool air along the length of her glistening core, listening intently to her harsh intake of breath and subsequent groan of pleasure, her back already arching from the mattress towards his waiting mouth. Easing both thighs over his shoulders, Hank swiped the flat of his tongue through her sopping folds, grinning against her tender flesh when her hand slithered down the length of her body to clutch the back of his head. 

“Please Hank.”

Within minutes of her breathless plea, Kate was writhing beneath him, her skin flushed and sheening with sweat as he worked two thick fingers inside of her while his mouth created a perfect vacuum around her throbbing bundle of nerves, the dual stimulation edging her ever closer to the precipice.

“Don’t hold back. Let me hear you.” He growled, replacing his tongue with the pad of his thumb so that he could prop himself up on one elbow to watch her face as she fell apart in his hands. Her body was wound tight like a coiled spring, the muscles in her thighs trembling until the wave of pleasure finally crested, her inner walls clamping down on his still-pumping fingers and a guttural groan tearing from her throat, ricocheting around the room. 

By the time she reopened her eyes, Hank was hovering above her with a self-satisfied grin on his handsome face, bracing his weight on both palms with his hips resting in the natural cradle of her thighs, the hot, hard length of him sliding leisurely against her centre. 

“You have any idea how beautiful you are?” He murmured quietly, tenderly brushing a stray curl away from her damp face, drawing the pad of his thumb along her smooth cheek as he went. 

Her only response was a whispered plea and a slow roll of her hips against as his, her desire being made abundantly clear and, with his eyes locked on hers, he slowly pressed himself inside her in one firm stroke. For a long while, he held himself completely still, gooseflesh rippling over his skin at the sensation of her inner walls throbbing around him, simultaneously protesting and welcoming his intrusion. When he did eventually move, it was with slow, deep, languorous thrusts, seemingly content to simply enjoy the feel of her pliant flesh stretching to accommodate him. 

“God, I’ve missed this. Missed you.” She breathed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and winding her long legs around his waist in an effort draw him ever closer, needing to feel as much of his hot skin against hers as she could. The change in angle had the wide crest of him dragging against that perfect spot inside of her, igniting each and every nerve ending simultaneously, eliciting some of the most erotic noises from her that Hank had ever heard. 

Her nails carved eight crescent-shaped grooves in the skin of his back as her body arched beneath him, desperately grinding her pelvis against his in an effort to secure some much needed friction against her swollen nub. 

“Please Hank, I-I need...”

Dropping his head to her chest, he sucked one nipple in to the warm cavern of his mouth, tongue flicking over the stiff peak as he manoeuvred a hand between their undulating bodies, tracing tight circles around her pulsating clit with the pad of his thumb. 

“Come for me, Kate.” He growled against the damp skin of her breast, eyes focused on her flushed, sweaty face as she bucked and writhed beneath him. The onslaught of sensations and the sound of his deep, gritty voice had Kate’s entire body bowing in pleasure, her head thrown back against the pillows as she cried his name into the darkness, a kaleidoscope of colours flashing behind her eyelids at the intensity of her climax. 

Hank was right there with her, blindly searching for her mouth with his own as he spilled everything he had inside of her with a feral groan, his hips continuing to rock against her until he was completely spent. Conscious of his heavy weight against her belly, he slipped from her body and settled on the mattress next to her but, not quite ready to put any kind of space between them - physical or otherwise - he tucked her comfortably against his side as he fought to control his rapid heart rate. 

They lay silently basking in the afterglow of an incredible climax for a few long moments, savouring the intimacy that had evidently been sorely missed in recent months. Once they had cleaned up and slipped between the sheets, Hank pulled a boneless Kate back into his arms and, within minutes, she had fallen asleep with the sound of his heartbeat thrumming steadily in her ear.

As he stared unseeingly up at the dark ceiling, Hank realised with a pang of unease that a drunken, half-assed attempt at make-up sex could very well have been the last time he had made love to her if things had gone differently. Pressing a soft kiss the crown of her head and letting his eyes drift closed, he promised himself that from now on he would always treat every single time with her as though it were the last. 

After all, you never knew when your time would finally be up and, quite frankly, letting her believe that she was anything less than the very centre of his universe was a chance he was entirely unwilling to take. 

[tare-anime]

I saw this gorgeous art, and I can’t let it out of my head. Instead, my brain decided to make a story in under an hour (so pardon the quality ^^;)

Anyway, this happens after the Forgers’ identity reveal

And maybe kinda continuation/ inspired by this wonderful fic.

Summary: Loid just wants to pamper his wife after her long work. (AO3)

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Loid shuts the Spy Wars comic in his hand and gets up from the sofa. His mind already wanders around anyway. 

The clock already shows 11.30 pm, and his wife hasn’t come home yet. 

Yes, Yor has said that she’s going to work overtime for 3 days and 2 nights. And she’d be very ‘busy’ so that she won’t be able to contact him, but she’d assured him that it was just an ‘ordinary’ job. 

And yes, as part of their agreement, they have promised to trust each other abilities. 

But…..

Anya had long gone retiring for the night, but before she falls asleep she assured him that her Mama was going to come home very late, but everything will be fine. 

The kid was so sure, cause well…. Bond’s vision.

But…… 

This is already the 3rd night (30 minutes before the day change and it will be the 4th!!). And she hasn’t come home.

So as her husband, Loid has every right to worried, right?

He clicks his tongue when glancing at the clock once again. The long arm had just moved a strip.

Why must time be this slow??

Loid really hates waiting and doing nothing. 

After pacing up and down, he then decides to go to the kitchen and reheat the hot towel, and hot water for the tea. 

Just right after the water boils, he finally hears the jiggling of keys, and their apartment door opens.

Immediately, he turns off all the fire and briskly walks to greet his wife. 

The first thing he observes is her gait. And upon seeing that she walks like she normally does (with no sounds), he sighs in relief. “Welcome home, dear!”

Yor’s mouth hangs open for a while before easing into an apologetic smile, “I’m home. Oh, Loid, I’m so sorry….. Works took longer than-....”

Loid doesn’t let her finish, as he approaches her, hands hovering over her shoulders, “The most important thing is that you’re home now. Are you hurt anywhere?” 

He looks at her form from head to toe and circles around her while helping his wife take off her coat, making Yor giggle. “I’m good. Just a little sore. But nothing out of concern.”

Nodding in satisfaction, he then leads his wife to sit in their dining room deliberately ignoring her questioning looks, before returning to the kitchen. 

“Do you want to eat something? I can reheat our leftover or cook something simple-..”

“I’m fine, Loid.”

“Ok.”

Returning to the dining room, he gives her the hot towel and prepares the tea. Before Yor could ask, Loid already telling the reason, “Anya told me that you’re going to need something warm.”

When Yor raises her brows, he just shrugs, “Bond said so.”

“Ah…..” Yor nods and chuckles breathily, “You shouldn’t have-...”

“I should. And I want to, Yor. I’m your husband.” 

The blush on her cheeks feels so satisfying, but Loid is not done yet. “You take your time in finishing the tea, I’ll prepare the bath.”

“Loid, you really don’t have to…..”

But of course, he ignores her protest.

After filing the bathtub with the perfect temperature water and bubble foam, he sees Yor peeking her head inside. “Perfect timing! The water’s ready.” Once again he intervenes right when she opens her mouth.

“Loid I-...”

“Come.” He takes her hand and leads her to their bathroom. 

When he puts his fingers at her zip, Yor stops him. “Loid, I can do this myself.”

Yes, of course, Loid knows that his wife can do all of this by herself, but for tonight he wants to be selfish. So he changes his face, and put on his best puppy eyes he can muster (if Anya can always make her mother do things for her with this expression, why can’t he?). “Please, Yor. I want to help you. Let me. Please?”

Yor opens and closes her mouth several times, but finally, she relents. Smiling fondly, she gives his hand a light squeeze, “Alright. Thank you, dear.”

Loid smiles as his heart fills with giddy happiness.

He then helps her prepare and enter the tub for the long-deserved relaxation. 

Squeezing the shampoo his wife usually uses, he then starts helping her clean her hair from sticky dirt. Of course, he also rubs and massages her scalp, base of her neck, and shoulders, which results in Yor humming in contentment. 

When he feels her head leaning limply following his every movement, Loid chuckles fondly as his eyes soften. 

He then leans forward and captures her lips. “Hey, don’t sleep in the tub. You’ll catch a cold.”

Her eyes flicker open and he can see the most beautiful ruby eyes full of mirth. 

He feels her arms snake around at the back of his neck and pulls him for another kiss. “Miss you too…..” 

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Fresh and clean, they finally settle on their bed. 

Loid circles his arms around her waist and pulls her close till her back is pressed into his chest, enjoying the warmth of her body. 

Nuzzling his head at the crook of her neck, he lets the smells of fresh bath soap and shampoo fills his nostrils. 

He feels Yor lays her hand on his and gives him a light squeeze. “G’night, Loid”

“Night, Yor.”

Loid going soft will always melt my heart <3

And finally, after two sleepless nights, Loid can finally have his decent rest.

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[invisibleraven]

Late Last Night

Luke can't sleep, so he goes for a walk, ending up in Los Feliz. Who he meets there will end up changing everything.

Honestly this idea came to me late last night and I've been pecking away at it all day. I dunno if it's going to go anywhere from here, but I thought I'd post it and see what the reaction was.

On AO3!

Luke held his breath as he eased open his window, praying it wouldn't creak and alert his mom that he was sneaking out.

Again.

They had already gotten into it once tonight and Luke wasn't eager for a rematch.

It's not that he hated his house or anything, he just needed to get out for a bit. He and sleep weren't on speaking terms right now, and he found a walk usually calmed his restless mind.

Slipping through the window, he made a soft thud on the ground, and he stilled, not hearing anything but his own shallow breathing and the vague late night traffic that never seemed to stop in LA. Not even in his sleepy little suburb. And nothing ever happened there.

He felt a chill in the air, pulling his flannel tighter around himself as he ambled down the drive, looking back only once to ensure his house remained quiet, dark, and still. It remained solitary so he continued on. The neighborhood had an eerie quality to it this late... Or was it early? Luke figured he was just one owl hoot away from being the atmospheric start of a slasher film.

He kept walking, enjoying the quiet of the world, though his brain was still going a mile a minute. What he needed to do was write, get his thoughts down on paper in some form so they would plague him no longer.

His travels brought him to Los Feliz, and as he walked by the picturesque houses, and he stopped when he noticed light coming down the driveway of one. Through a dense in line of vegetation, he could see a spacious garage, and light coming from within, accompanied by soft piano music.

Lured by the siren song of another night owl musician such as himself, he took cautious steps towards the sound. The door was open a crack, and he peered in. He could see guitars hung on the walls, amps and mics in a pile by the stairs, and the centrepiece of the room, a grand piano.

Sitting there with a glimpse of a smile on her face was a middle aged Latina woman, a long head of dark curls streaked with silver, traipsing down her back. She looked up at him and he saw her sparkling brown eyes, drawing him in. "Hello mijo, what brings you out at this time of the night?"

Luke took a cautious step in, amazed that she was still shredding the complicated piece on the piano while talking to him. "I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk, ended up here. Then I heard you play..."

"A fellow music lover I take it?"

Luke bit back a smile as he got closer to the piano and her. "Yeah. Me and my friends are in a band called Sunset Curve. We're pretty good."

"Show me then," she said, waving to a guitar on the wall. "Play me something."

Luke pulled out his phone, "I mean, I have our demo right here if you wanna hear it."

The woman nodded to the guitar again and Luke bit off a smile before taking it down. The instrument was still in tune, the strings giving a satisfying twang as he struck them. He picked out the melody he had been working on, a haunting ballad about a late night together, sharing everything two people could. But then it ended, as the sun rose in the sky, a new beginning bringing about an ending.

When the last chord rang through the air, Luke's breathing was heavy as he glanced up at the woman who looked stunned before erupting in rapturous applause. "I think you're more than pretty good there mijo."

"Thanks," Luke said with a blush. "Did you write the piece you were playing earlier?"

She laughed. "Oh no, that was Mozart. But I'll give you a Rose Molina original if you want." She then played a soft lilting piece, then transitioning to a harder rock style, her voice raspy and sweet, her accent coming out more as she belted.

Luke let a cheer as she finished. "Wow... That was incredible!"

Rose ducked her head, her hair obscuring her face a little. "Thanks... What's your name sweetheart?"

"My name's Luke."

Rose smiled. "Well Luke, as fun as this has been, it's well past my bedtime, so I can't imagine how long ago yours was. How about you head home, try and get some rest?"

Luke rubbed the back of his head, blushing. "Yeah, you're probably right." He made his way towards the door. "Thanks for letting me hang and play for a bit Ms. Molina."

"Rose," she insisted. "Come back any time Luke, feel free to make as much music as you want here. In fact..." she paused then, thinking, then lit up with a smile. "My daughter, Julie, she's about your age. I think she'd love to hear your music. Just don't tell her I said that or else it'll become some lame band her mom likes."

"Well then, I'll be sure to come back," Luke assured her. "Maybe not in the middle of the night though." They both laughed at that, and Luke waved before exiting the studio, turning back at the end of the drive, only to see it dark and lonely. Rose must have booted it to bed once he left, so Luke shrugged and went on his way once more, finding sleep came much easier this time.

The next day after school, Luke found himself walking the familiar path once more, stopping at the top of the drive. Only this time, the music was halting, mixed with curses and tears. Luke approached cautiously, not being a huge fan of girls crying; he always felt so useless because he was never sure how to help them. A charming smile and offer of a song usually didn't go well in those instances.

He knocked gently on the door to the studio, though it swung open against his fist. There was a girl there, swiping tears away from her eyes and looking up at him in embarrassment. Luke could see this must be Julie right away, she looked so much like her mom. "Sorry, it's just... I was passing by, and I heard music, and then crying... are you okay?"

Julie sniffled and have him a weak facsimile of a smile. "I'm alright. I was just trying to play and I can't. It's like I'm stuck."

"You wanna duet?" Luke offered. "Might help unstick you. Or I could call the rest of my band, we could jam together and you can join or not, less pressure that way."

"Yeah, that'd be nice. I'm Julie by the way."

"Luke. Lemme call the guys, they'll load up the van and be here in a jiffy."

The minutes between the phone call and the van pulling up were long and awkward, Luke and Julie filling it with idle chit-chat. Thankfully Reggie all but burst into the studio, a beaming bolt of sunshine that burnt away the air of gloom that had been permeating the space. He all but bounced over to Julie, and she gave him a much more genuine smile than she was able to muster earlier.

Bobby and Alex followed behind, lugging the gear and grumbling at Reggie about helping, but were cordial enough to Julie. Set up was quick, and soon Sunset Curve was playing a concert with an audience of one.

Julie grinned wide at them, bobbing her head and then getting up to dance as they played, and when Luke offered her the mic to sing along, she snatched it up, belting the words. The music almost faltered as she began to sing, Luke exchanging glanced with his boys.

Was this girl for real?

Her voice was gorgeous, hitting every note with ease, sounding angelic and devastating all at once. She elevated their sound and Luke felt his heart give a little skip as Julie sang at him, showing the gap in her teeth. Followed her with his eyes as she twirled around Reggie, the bassist blushing as she granted him attention, and Luke was tempted to drift over to join them as they sang the bridge together.

Alex shimmied in his stool as Julie rocked out in front of him, adding in a drum frill that Luke honestly loved. Bobby was a bit too cool to give her any more than a wry grin, but when her back was turned he sent Luke a look that clearly read 'holy shit dude'.

Luke knew now why Rose told him to seek out Julie. Her talent deserved to be heard, and all she needed was someone to elevate her. He wondered what she would say if he asked her to join the band.

Finally the song ended, all of them smiling and breathing heavy. Julie looked at them all, "Thank you for that really. It's just what I needed. Thank goodness you happened to be walking by when you were Luke."

Luke bit off an impish smile, and blushed. "It wasn't all me honestly. You can thank your mom, she's the one who told me you would like our sound."

Julie froze at that, turning to Luke. "That's not funny."

"I-it wasn't meant to be?" Luke stammered.

Julie turned to Luke, hands on her hips, and her next words turned the blood in Luke's veins to ice. "Luke, my mother died a year ago today."

[hourcat]

Fic prompt (sorry its simple) - girldads. Just the two of them, dads to a baby girl, throw in WAG Pierre too because you've got me loving him.

anon. anon. anon. oh my god. this is so. this was so. i'm sorry i didn't write more, i just 1) do not know how to write kid fic, and 2) would be sacrificing my own mental wellbeing if i kept going because girldads!piarles is so. its so. the galaxy brain you have. my god

anyway enjoy ily thank u for sendingggggg

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Pierre is up already when the baby monitor starts going off.

His early bird tendencies haven’t gone away despite moving from racing to modeling, really—if anything, they’ve gotten worse, considering all of the timezones he has to juggle with his international team. And ultimately, he doesn’t mind; early morning is when the world is quietest, when he can settle with himself and his future. The track is never too far from his mind, not even after being away for a couple of years. Charles lives the life full time, so he doesn’t exactly get what Pierre fantasizes about these days. He understands, but he doesn’t get it. So these early-dawn hours are some of the more precious ones that Pierre gets, day-to-day.

Unfortunately, he also has developed a habit of staying up late to work, like he has tonight. It’s been a year and a half since he’d been properly indoctrinated into the fashion world, started collaborating on designs and modeling for one brand or another year round, but he still feels the need to keep grinding the same as he’d done before in the garage: working until his brain scrambles is the only way he knows how to be, which doesn’t exactly leave him in the running for most-well-rested man.

And on top of that, having a baby has been—

Well, an adventure, for sure. He’s at Odette’s crib faster than he thought possible, doing his damnedest to not swing the door open too violently to startle her any further. “Ma cherie,” Pierre coos, trying to swallow his suddenly-flared nerves with a little sing-song tone. “What’s wrong? Papa is here, Odette, he’s right here.” With practiced ease, he lifts the crying baby girl into his arms, using his thumb to rub a soothing little pattern in her cheek. Contact seems to ease her distress a little; Odette’s wails have quieted into sniffling noises. “Are you tired, mon petit? Huh? My sweet girl.” He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “It is very late, you know.”

There’s a thud from somewhere behind Pierre, and then—“Pierre, Pierre, is she—” Charles stumbles through the doorframe, clearly disheveled from sleep, eyes huge. His chest is rising and falling rapidly. “Oh, thank god.” He pads forward, rubbing sleepily at his eyes with one hand. “How is our princess, cher?”

Pierre hums softly, gently bouncing Odette in his arms. “She is just sleepy, I think,” he answers, another soft hum slipping from his mouth as Charles presses a sleepy kiss to his cheek, then another to their daughter’s head. Odette babbles something soft and nonsensical in his direction. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

Charles chuckles, looping a loose arm around Pierre’s waist. His fingers press into the soft fabric of Pierre’s designer bathrobe. “But you were asleep already, mon chou,” he murmurs, beaming down at Odette’s sleepy face. “Our silly baby.” Pierre, still bouncing her, shakes his head in amusement. Charles continues, expression entirely melted from sleep and affection. “She is just like her Papa, no?”

“Silly sounds more like her Daddy, I think,” Pierre says softly, pressing another kiss to Odette’s face. “Mm, but we are falling asleep again, non?” Odette makes a soft, agreeable noise, settling further into Pierre’s embrace.

“Pierrot,” Charles breathes, sidling closer. “You are magic.” Pierre tries not to be cocky about certain things, parenting being one of them, but this—his husband is right. Their daughter has calmed entirely only mere minutes after the baby monitor was all but blaring through their home, just from Pierre’s quiet and careful attention. Charles kisses his cheek again, nuzzling gently at him. Pierre doesn’t say anything, just continues to bounce the baby until her breathing begins to even out again. “How did you know she was awake?”

“I was working,” Pierre mumbles, pressing one last kiss to the top of Odette’s head before returning her to her crib. She’s out entirely, fortunately for the two of them. Pierre turns to his husband, taking his hand. “Doing some research for the shareholders, you know.” A shrug. “Sorry, I should’ve stopped in to let you know she was okay.”

“Mmm, don’t apologize.” He presses another kiss to Pierre’s face. “Come back to bed, cheri, leave work for the morning.” He tugs at Pierre’s hand. “Nothing is life or death.”

Charles is right. He’d really only been up to do extra research for talking points on the next Zoom call, nothing more. And besides—bed with Charles is always better than most other alternatives. “Okay,” he finally concedes, squeezing his hand. “Bedtime for Daddy and Papa.” Charles chuckles and squeezes his hand back, leading Pierre back to the room across the hall without another word.

“Cheri,” Charles murmurs, crawling across the mattress and flopping onto his stomach. He yawns, nestling his head into his pillow. “You need to stop working so late. The bed is so empty when you’re not in it with me.”

“Mmmm, how do you think I feel when you are away for race weekends.” Pierre answers, sinking into bed right alongside him.

“You come with me, you know.” He’s half asleep but Pierre can hear from the tone of his voice that he’d be rolling his eyes if this conversation weren’t happening at 1 in the morning.

“But I do not get to share your bed the way I want to,” Pierre insists, scooting closer so he can drape an arm around Charles’ waist.

Charles laughs, muffled, into the pillow. “You know why we can’t fuck on race weekends,” he says, shifting so that he’s facing Pierre fully. The moon is so bright that it’s casting a glow through their window, light catching on Charles’ face and emphasizing the drool that has dried on his chin. It’s endearingly Charles. “You become my WAG and forget all the rules, mon petit?”

“I wish,” Pierre yawns, sinking more into the comfortable bed beneath them. “Mmm, Charlito. What was that noise, before you came into O’s room?”

Charles doesn’t answer for a moment. Pierre thinks he’s fallen back asleep already, and huffs softly, before: “I, uh. Fell out of bed.”

Pierre chokes on a laugh. “Oh my god.”

“The monitor was loud! You know I am a heavy sleeper, Pierre, that shit scares me when it goes off!” The bed is shaking a little with their combined laughter. “Maybe if you weren’t working late you could’ve rescued me.”

Pierre shakes his head, still laughing. “No, absolutely not. You know I would laugh at you until I fell out of bed, probably.”

Charles smiles at him, sleepy and warm and full of love. “I know,” he confirms, although his expression turns cloudy a few moments later. “Pierre, are you sure it was just because O was tired? I think we should call the pediatrician in the morning, just to be sure.”

“Mon chat,” Pierre hums, trailing his hand up Charles’ back until it reaches his neck, where he cups his hand. “She was not warm or feverish when I kissed her.” He thumbs at the clean line of his husband’s hairline. “You kissed her too, you felt it.” Charles hums but doesn’t say anything. “And she did not smell, so it was not a diaper issue. She had her formula before bed, so it could not have been hunger.” Another hummed noise of acknowledgement. “I think she just woke up and could not get back to sleep.”

Charles sighs beside him. “You’re right,” he murmurs. “I just—you know how I am.” Pierre does. “She is our little girl, and as much as I am home, I cannot be with her all the time the way you are.” There’s a twinge of sadness in his voice. “I worry I am going to miss something.”

“Charles.” Pierre is cradling his cheek, now, aimlessly tracing the same pattern he’d been working on their baby only minutes ago. “Just because you are not home all the time, does not mean you are going to miss anything.” He stretches a little across the bed to press a tender kiss to his husband’s forehead, then flutters one to his nose and one beneath his eye. “I am not home all the time either, mon amour, and I do not get the luxury of bringing my family with me all the time.” He exhales, nuzzling more into Charles’ space. “If I have not missed anything, you will not either.”

Charles makes a soft, appreciative noise. “You are awfully confident about that.” But the cloud has passed over him all the way, once again leaving behind only sleepy tenderness that Charles seems to wear better than anyone Pierre has ever known. “She is lucky to have a Papa that is so sure of himself, Pierrot. You are so wonderful with her it takes my breath away.”

“She is just as lucky to have a Daddy that worries over her the way you do,” Pierre murmurs. The ministrations on his cheek continue. “You are just as wonderful, Charles. And really—” he retracts his hand only to grab at Charles’ under the blankets, knitting their fingers together. “We are so lucky to have her.”

Charles nods against the pillow, gentle smile curled across the half of his face that Pierre can see. “We are,” he echoes. “We really are.” Then he quiets again, sleep beginning to take its final hold of Pierre’s husband once again. Three-time world champion, Italian icon, fiery spirit Charles Leclerc is falling back to sleep and the drool seems to turn on again like a faucet. Pierre chuckles to himself, his own eyes heavy with exhaustion and relief at the knowledge that their daughter is okay.

“Mmm, Pierre?” Charles’ voice filters through his ears.

“Mmmm.”

“Would you want another?” Charles sounds like he’s about to fall back asleep any moment now—his brain is on autopilot, must be filtering the last of his thoughts out before he really gets sucked back in.

The idea is sweet, but Odette is still so young. Pierre is going insane with being a father of one, let alone introducing another into the fold. Maybe, but not right now seems to be his answer. “Mm, what, are you planning on fucking one into me?”

Charles moans a little at the halfhearted cheekiness but just rolls over in bed so that he’s no longer facing Pierre. “Might,” he finally answers, and then immediately falls back into steady breathing that proves he’d gotten dragged back under for the night.

Well then. Maybe Pierre will reconsider his position after all.

[lailyn]

This Magical Journey Called Multiple Chapter 11

“Hell of a night.”

Stephen could not agree more. “Hell of a night.”

“You sure Loki’s alright?”

It was the third time Tony had asked him the question but Stephen allowed it, on the grounds of it being a valid concern and Tony needing more assurances than the average person. Also, Stephen needed to hear it said enough times to believe it himself. 

“Yes, Tony, he’s alright.” 

Stephen deliberately omitted the ‘for now’; no good would come out of it, judging by the tension still oozing from his husband’s posture. 

He kneaded Tony’s stiff shoulders. “Hot chocolate sounds divine right now, don’t you think?”

Tony moaned, “God, yes. Don’t hold back on the bourbon, please.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Stephen said with a tired smile.

Instead of conjuring it by magic, he took it upon himself to make Tony's drink from scratch. There was something soothing about waiting for the milk to gently come to a boil, the marshmallow to partially melt into the thick, chocolatey goodness of the hot cocoa.

The smell that soon filled the kitchen was heavenly, as evident by the delight on Tony's face when he accepted the steaming mug. "You're a godsend." 

"Right back at you." Stephen eased himself onto the couch and gestured for Tony to come closer, who obliged without so much as a word. 

Stephen buried his face into the back of Tony's head, breathing in the residual scent of the ocean.

He remembered many a night just like this, spent in each other’s arms by the fire. While Tony would drink to forget, and he to remember, the sparse conversation hardly mattered when every breath they took was each other's, making all the hurts in the world suddenly seem so far away. 

"We dodged a bullet tonight," he murmured. 

Tony nodded into Stephen's chest. "All thanks to you."

"Hey, you deserve credit too. Like, some of it," Stephen chuckled. A kiss grazed the top of Tony's head. "Operation Amaterasu wouldn't have been a success without you."

Tony made a face. "I think we got off easy." 

Stephen was quiet for a while. "You do, huh?"

"Too easy means there's a catch somewhere," Tony said darkly. "I'm familiar with how the universe works by now."

Stephen rolled his eyes. "Have you been binge-watching apocalypse movies again?"

"No, being married to the Sorcerer Supreme and the God of Mischief is apocalyptic enough," Tony countered.

Stephen was not fooled by the playful inflection in his tone; it would not be the first time Tony hid behind a wall of dry humour. "Tony, are you alright?"

"I still think we should get Loki electronically tagged," Tony muttered. "It's not too late. I can still do it."

"I am not talking about Loki," Stephen said quietly. 

Tony extricated himself out of the embrace and placed the half-empty mug on the coffee table.

"It's a lot to take in, Strange," he admitted, clasping and unclasping his hands. "But I'll be okay."

"You sure?" 

It took Tony a while to answer. "Yeah."

"Coz if there's anything you need to get off your chest…"

"Nah." Tony shook his head, flashing his fretting husband a brave smile. "It's just…my catastrophist brain. I got all these what-ifs spinning around in my head, it's stupid. Just forget it."

Stephen could not contain his curiosity. "What if what?" 

"I am going to be a dad, Stephen. We are going to be dads," Tony enunciated the words, as though saying them slowly would somehow make them less true. "How crazy is that?"

"Crazy," Stephen agreed readily. "But we do crazy for a living."

Tony barked a laugh. "Only you can say something like that and make perfect sense."

"I've seen stranger things in my time," Stephen said, smiling at the slow but sure return of Tony's good spirit. 

"Guess I'm worrying myself ahead of time. If I turn out to be a shitty dad, there's nothing much I can do about it, is there?"

"That's simply not possible," Stephen said firmly. "You're gonna make a great dad." 

"You didn't hesitate at all there, Doctor," Tony said gratefully. "You must be telling the truth."

"Doesn't take a genius to figure that out," Stephen said. "Your fan club is overrun by minors. You're great with kids."

"Other people's kids."

"Peter worships the ground you walk on, and he's as good as ours," Stephen reminded him. 

Tony's eyes brightened at the mention of his ward's name. "He's going to freak when he hears the news."

Stephen groaned. "If you don't mind, please wait just a little longer before you tell him. I don't think I have the energy to counter his."

"You're great with kids too."

"It's okay, Stark. I wasn't fishing for a compliment."

"America adores you."

Stephen snorted fondly. "So we're great with teenagers. I don't see how that's going to help Loki much. At least, not for the next twelve years."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head over that. I'll get us the best nannies money can buy."

Stephen winced. "We'll have to see what Loki thinks about that. I have a feeling he's more a hands-on sort of parent."

"Yeah…" Tony had to agree. "Loki wouldn't let anyone touch our kids. Not without getting them to waive the rights to their own head and grant him leave to separate it from their body should anything happen to the babies."

Tony leaned back into the curve of Stephen's shoulder once more. "Guess it's just you and me."

"And you and me is more than enough."

Tony sighed a contented sigh and turned his head to drop a kiss on Stephen's chest. "You always know what to say to set my head straight, Doctor."

"That's what I'm here for, Tony."

Tony hummed. He spent the next few minutes picking at imaginary lint on Stephen's sweater. 

After a short eternity had passed,

"I wouldn't have left," Tony murmured.

"Hmm?"

"What you said back there." 

Tony raised his head off of Stephen's shoulder and their gazes met. "I wouldn't have left you."

Stephen's eyes watered. "We would have been miserable."

Tony shrugged. "Then we would have been miserable together."

Stephen still did not look convinced, so Tony wrapped his arms around his husband's waist. 

"You and me," he echoed Stephen's words from earlier, for no truer words had ever been said. "We're enough."

"We're enough."

[areolae]

Went out to a pool hall tonight to practice and shoot around and blow off some steam because I’m feeling the “sunday scaries” so strongly today knowing that my work team is extremely short staffed yet again and this week is going to be pretty rigorous. Though, I finished the second half of something I’m holding out some hope for which I don’t want to talk about on the internet yet, but I’m feeling very confident in what I submitted. I had a really great time in Philadelphia aside from the work summit. It was so fun to meet the girl who worked under me, we really became such close friends. I’m noticing that my absolute least favorite jobs have brought me some very close relationships and I feel like that was the purpose of this job, to meet my new friend! I got home late on Friday, took my best friend to my favorite bar yesterday and my friends in Bushwick came to meet us so she got to meet them which was so fun! Today I’ve felt nuts all day. Filled with dread for the week to come but trying to remain hopeful about what may possibly be on my horizon. But I’m happy I hit the pool hall lmao look at me finding outlets for stress that aren’t binge eating, binge watching, or doomscrolling. Brain wrinkles incoming…….I’m also seven more pounds down than I was three weeks ago so that’s good too lol. I’m trying to recap good things so that the daunting thought of work in the morning doesn’t feel so damning. I’m imagining what it’ll be like in a few months from now. What my body might be like, if I’ll look any different, if I’ll be better at pool, if I’ll finally land that *** *** I’m praying for, and if I do, will I love it? I don’t know how to stop feeling like I’m in a constant state of transition. I don’t know how to sit still with myself and not worry about tomorrow’s progress or the progress I’ll make in a few months from now and yes it seems positive it seems like it’s forward thinking and being prepared but in my case, I’ve never felt like I can just stay still. I have always felt like something about me needs to be different in order for me to be better received. I’m trailing off now because I’m high and I’m stalling because I do not want to go to bed and wake up in the morning to probably over 100 emails and my boss losing her mind. I pray for fulfillment and contentment in my career. I pray to come out of this financial hole I’ve been in for months and to feel more stable and confident in my ability to keep afloat. I really don’t know exactly what prayer means to me except that it feels absolutely necessary to me. I think I’ve known that my whole life. I am so stoned lmao. I feel out of sorts today which bums me out because I had such a fun time yesterday and I wanted that inertia to get me by for a while lol. Feeling sad but not like such a heavy sadness. This sadness feels like a bug I’m afraid to kill and I’m running away from it looking for someone else to kill it for me, looking for an escape. Hopefully it passes soon. I’ve felt this coming on for a little while now. Anticipating a morning filled with nausea and stress but praying for ease to come sooner than expected. I wish the mornings on weekdays were easier to get through but they make me feel so gutted and alone sometimes. Feeling so scattered!

[lachalaine]

Rules: Answer 21 questions and then tag 21 people you want to get to know better.

tagged by: @oflightningandfire​ thank you very much !!!

I tag: @takusanno / @killrate / @kuebcko / @weiwuxiian / @astrumtristis / @lifedenied / @bruisedpsyches / @ancestcr / @xaconite / @nightlcss / @saikuru-no-owari and YOU READING THIS, just snag it please !!  ✨

1- Nickname(s): J / Lady / Lady J / Crabcake / Sea Pancake / Jlax 

2- Zodiac: A Constantly Emotional Crabby

3- Height: 4′11“ or 5′0“ one of those dshabdhsa

4- Last movie I saw: Avengers Endgame but also ten minutes of Fairy Tail The Phoenix Priestess which i didn’t finish because i was on a treadmill and dying and couldn’t read the damn subtitles at the same time OTL

5- Last thing I googled: San Francisco Timezone

6- Favorite musician: Zedd and Madeon

7- Song stuck in my head: Do You Believe In Me by Eric Gadd

8- Other blogs: @selestiina though I never really used it admittedly whoops 

9- Do I get asks: Most times, yes!! I’m lucky enough to get at least one for every meme I reblog, and honestly, I always so feel eternally blessed and grateful when I do !! 😭 😭 😭 even if your girl is the definition of an actual Slowpoke and generally tends to answer most of them within a time frame of 8 fucking months dbashdhsab I’m so bad at keeping up I know OTL

10- Following: 285

11- Amount of sleep: 6 - 9 Hours

12- Lucky number: 13 ✨

13- What I’m wearing: Blue shorts and a purple shirt

14- Dream job: Travel Blogger

15- Dream Trip: I managed my biggest dream last year when I went to London, though I do absolutely want to go back because I feel like I didn’t get to experience everything I could have just yet, considering I was only there for a week. So London again, only for a month or two this time maybe. And on my own too. Also Japan and France as well hihi !! 

16- Favourite food: 👏 CRAB. 👏 LOBSTER. 👏 TIGER PRAWN. 👏 ALL THE SEAFOOD EVER  👏 👏 👏

17- Play any instruments: The piano a bit, though I really enjoyed playing the drums mostly. 

18- Languages: English and Tagalog. Very, very basic Japanese. 

19- Favourite songs: I have too damn many and I get some new ones every week because of my Discover playlist on Spotify, but these remain to be my absolute favorites no matter how many times I listen to them: Starlight (Lenno Remix) by Jai Wolf // Cyanide Truth by the Strike and SiDizen King // Spectrum and Clarity by Zedd // and nearly every song on Madeon’s first album. 

20- Random fact: Whenever I go to California, the first thing I do is drop by a Lush so I can purchase a large array of colorful bath bombs. One fizzy for each day I’m in the country, because we don’t have a bath tub out here in Manila unless we’re staying at a hotel and goddamn, but I intend to treat myself by lounging in a tub of overly scented bubbles for at least an hour every day that I have access to that ceramic beauty, okay?? my dad once said it smelled like a perfume shop had blown up in my room and i was admittedly very pleased

21- Describe yourself as aesthetic things: periwinkle and lilac / pastel hues / hibiscus flowers / sunlight over the ocean / starfish / pier against the sunset / british roses and japanese cherry blossoms / soft bunnies / an afternoon nap / vibrant acrylic paint on a wooden palette / tight hugs / warm smiles / unadulterated laughter / childlike glee / intentional silliness / cozy sweaters / shooting stars / purple hued twilight / the night sky / the sound of crickets in the evening / marshmallows over a bonfire / a strong breeze / the windows down while driving down a highway / books on old mythos lore / a colorful bath fizzy with sparkles unleashed in the water / glittery mica / spring rain