#;;;my drabbles

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Shadows:

So I didn't want it two, but I guess this is going to be four parts lmao. Onyx is going to kill me when they open tumblr. I'm unafraid. I'll die like a man. @bokketo also I should edit this before I go eat lunch and move on to the last bits, but I'm not going to. Hot ppl have typos.

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Rán sighed irritably as the limp, sweaty body next to her snored loudly. For the third time since he’d succumbed to the bliss of oblivion, she pinched his meaty finger between two of her own and used it to peel his arm off of her. It fell to the bed beside his face with a muffled fwump. 

She reached over into the drawer of the nightstand and fished around for her cigarette case. It was still open. This was her third one in the last two hours. Not that they were helping. She held the cigarette between her lips and summoned fire to the tip of her finger with a wordless spell. To the right of her, something moved, and it wasn’t the man beside her.

Rán took a deep drag and shut her fist, cutting off the light.

No part of her was going to miss Hogwarts when the term ended in a couple of months. She hadn’t wanted to come when she was eleven, and she hadn’t wanted to return any year after that. Quidditch had been the only thing she’d ever really enjoyed at Hogwarts, and now she had four professional teams beating down her door, begging for her to sign their contracts. There was no point in playing school yard matches with teams that had literal children flying around the pitch with all the grace of obese bumblebees. 

Thank Merlin the season was over.

It had left her painfully bored, though, and there weren’t many people capable of entertaining her here. The idiot snoring beside her was proof of that. Rán cut her eyes in his direction. The only light in the room came from the occasional glow at the tip of her cigarette, but she knew just where his arm was. She had to resist the urge to press the glowing ember against his skin.

The closest he’d gotten to getting her off was pissing her off. Boring. Disappointing. Useless. Just like half the other idiots in the school. How pathetic not even to be good for a quick shag. Her finger twitched, itching to take her irritation out on him, but she resisted.

Just a couple more months. She’d take her N.E.W.T.s and never look back. 

Rán snapped her fingers, and the flame returned. This time, she bid it to travel down the length of her finger and settle in her palm. Its light was meager, but enough to illuminate the room. The door to the wardrobe had been left askew, and their clothes were strewn all over the floor, but other than that it was perfectly tidy. 

There it was again.

Something in the corner of her eye was moving.

This time, Rán turned her head slowly to face it. Beside her, behind the useless lump of man-flesh was his shadow. Only unlike him, the shadow was not sleeping. It mimicked his position on the bed exactly, but carved from the darkness, two yellow eyes were open and looking at her. When she stared into them, its mouth split open in a smile filled with jagged teeth.

She exhaled a plume of smoke—unbothered. Strange that her own shadow was not cast beside it. Rán moved her free hand, twisting it in front of the flame, but she couldn’t force her own spindly finger to touch the thing. 

“Interesting.” Perhaps the first interesting thing to happen to her in months. Her head tilted to its side. “Do you see me?”

The thing nodded its head.

“Can you speak?” 

It nodded again, and then its toothy grin was ripped open as its mouth spread wide. All she heard were whispers, far too faint to form intelligible words. It droned on and on until the jaws of the creature snapped closed like a bear trap. 

Curious, she reached down and took the limp arm of the sleeping man and slowly moved it one way and then the other. Still, there was a sliver of impossible light between the shadows where they should have melted together, but it obediently raised its hand and flopped back and forth. When her grip loosened, it dropped like a stone.

If she pressed the last few embers of her cigarette to his arm, would the thing scream in pain? 

Instead of asking, she reached over for her wand. The wood thrilled at her touch, ever eager, ever hungry. Just like her.

“Dornröschen.” She whispered, twisting her wand over the prone form beside her, pushing him further and further into the realm of dreams and pinning him there like a mounted insect. The air in his chest stuttered and stilled as he froze entirely. 

There were no pupils in the eyes of the thing staring back at her, but she felt its presence around her trembling. Was it with fright or frustration? Her fingers delicately stroked the hand that she lifted back up into the air, tickling along the flesh. She got the distinct feeling that the thing did not want to, there was a tug against her own spirit as if it meant to shove her back, but still it raised up its hand.

“Are you afraid? Do you feel?” She hummed. She bid the flame to float in the air before her, and held the hand by the palm. With her free hand, she flattened out his fingers and took hold of the one closest to his thumb. The thing on the wall hissed at her, but it was helpless to stop her as she wrenched the extremity to the side abruptly with a sickening crack.

The shadow figure’s finger mirrored the flesh and blood one in front of her, but it still grinned. No scream of pain, no angry flare of magic pressing against her own spirit. She jerked the finger back into place. It’d still be broken in the morning, but he wouldn’t know how.

“Not afraid then.” She still didn’t release her hold. Her eyes were trained on the strange splinter of light that somehow separated them. “Maybe you just don’t like being told what to do.”

Rán considered the being for another long moment, and it never tired of watching her. Why was it watching her? 

Its mouth began to move and it whispered again, but it was with a thousand voices, each piling on top of the other, none in sync. Whatever it said, it said it again and again. Rán tried to read the non-existent lips, mirroring them with her own. Nothing. Nothing. She could understand nothing.

Frustrated, she propped his arm against the side of the bed and decided to try something else. There was an ornate pocket knife in the still-ajar drawer of her nightstand, and she took it out and flicked it open.

Hogwarts didn’t teach blood magic, but she’d seen her mother use it many, many times over the course of her life.

The blade was cold on her own palm, and when she drew it back the slender wound wept blood. She tossed back the covers, cupping her hand and letting it gather in a tiny pool along her palm. When enough had gathered, she held it up to the wall where the shadow was cast and tilted it down to flow across the figure’s razor teeth. It was still talking. Whispering and whispering. It sputtered against the liquid on its lips.

“I know you.” A thousand voices lilted. “I know you. I know you.”

The sliver of light around her own shadow faded away, and she could feel it now. All she could see was the shadow, but it was bigger than that. It curled around her, rubbing against her naked legs, over her hip, across her breast. She shuddered, but not from fear. 

“Fuck!” Teeth sunk into the bleeding wound. They were sharp like an animal, and they split open her flesh further. The presence curled tighter against her, and it felt like the very air was shivering. Across her breast, along her neck, pressing between her thighs. It took far too much will power to step away and return to the bed.

It was laughing at her. Wispy little giggles. Rán, breathless and exhilarated, found herself laughing back. The thing was still there, still close enough to touch, and she reached her blooded hand out and snatched it. She jerked, just to see what would happen, and it yielded to her. So did the body beside her, mirroring the shadow’s actions like a puppet on a string. Rán laughed again, perched on her knees.

“I know you.” It kept singing. “I know you. I know you.”

She let go, and watched them both fall back into the bed. “Good.”

[xparadisexlostx]

Shadows:

@bokketo I swear to god Onyx. I swear I'm done sdlfkgnsdlfgks I'm very sorry. This one is actually kinda wholesome. Especially in comparison to the last one.

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There were things in the dark. Entities that showed themselves to very few and bent to only the sharpest minds. Rán Malfoy’s cut like a guillotine. 

It made sense. Her father dabbled in all manner of forbidden sorcery behind the ministry’s back, and her mother was an incarnation of a spirit herself. If Rán wasn’t equipped to reach into the darkness and shackle the shadows to her will, no one was. As her skill grew, they eagerly came to her call. They saw everything; they were everywhere. No whisper behind her back went unheard. There was nowhere a man could hide that the darkness would not find him.

She tamed the wild spirits that lurked in the night, and she bridled the parasites that latched onto the shadows of witch and wizard alike. They went unnoticed to the untrained eye. They left no trace. They allowed her complete control if she desired it.

There was a stirring in the bed behind her. Rán looked up from her desk to where Lily Potter laid tangled up in her sheets. Her heart fluttered as she traced the tender freckles of Lily’s face. She was so beautiful it made her ache. Every time she looked at her, it was like she was the one being pulled along by the strings. It unsettled her as much as it thrilled her.

She’d chosen Lily Potter for very practical reasons. Lily wasn’t meant to have such power over her. She wasn’t supposed to feel this much.

Rán pushed back her chair as quietly as she could and tucked her book back on the shelf as she crept back over to the bed. Lily was sprawled out in every which way, taking up an impossible amount of space, and Rán had to inch her way carefully onto the bed to keep from disturbing her. It wasn’t a courtesy she’d have shown anyone else.

“Soft.” Kalliope whispered in the back of her mind. Rán forced her familiar out. She wasn’t in the mood for teasing. Here, in the silence of her bedroom, basking in the glow of the fire, she didn’t want to be strong.

Rán oh-so-gently tried to reposition Lily. She managed to squeeze under the redhead’s arm and reclaim a sliver of bed on the edge. It was enough. It was perfect. Lily sighed contentedly, and Rán mirrored her without even knowing. God she smelled so good.

Something moved.

Rán turned her head to see two glowing, hungry eyes staring back at her on the wall behind Lily.

“I know you.” It whispered. “I know you. I know you.”

Did the famous Harry Potter know that a parasite had latched itself to his sweet girl? She was surprised that she hadn’t noticed until now. 

It was a golden opportunity. All she had to do was a quick little binding spell. One spell. It wouldn’t hurt. Just a prick of her own wrist and a tiny incantation, and her little Ravenclaw would never crow unless she wanted her to. She’d never walk away. Never break her heart. 

The entity appeared so still against the wall, but she could feel its presence writhing around the room. It called to her again. Its empty eyes pleaded with her.

Rán lifted up her hand and summoned the wand. Not her wand. Not the beautiful cherrywood creation Olivander had placed in her hands all those years ago. No. She called the iron wand. The wand her mother had gifted her when she left childhood behind. It appeared from nothing, cold and heavy in her palm. 

She rarely used it, but it was the only sort of wand suitable for commanding spirits.

Rán turned the iron in her hand, opened her palm, and it shot forward like an arrow. There was a muffled scream as the spirit recoiled. The yellow eyes grew wide as the shadow grew along the wall, twisting and hissing mutely. But its head stayed pinned in place by the iron stuck between its eyes.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” She snarled, her voice both quiet and venomous. With a twitch of her fingers, the wand shot back into her hand. “And stay the fuck away from my girlfriend.”

The spirit scrambled and clambered against the walls, spitting at her like a wildcat. It crawled over the paintings and scrambled over the curtains, then it melted into the corner, and she felt the presence fade.

Rán wrapped her arms around Lily and buried her face into her fiery hair. They were, blessedly, alone.

[fmhobeus]

so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

[truetogaia]

just thinking and crying over the way simon would continue to refer to you as “his girl” even after your sudden passing.

he would talk about you as if you were still alive whenever relationships came up in conversation. and he’d be so reluctant to allow anyone, even his respected comrades, to try and comfort him.

“yeah, me n my girl have been together for years now. she’s everything. all i’ve got, ya know?”

he would make sure to always keep your resting place full of life. Whether that was by planting your favorite plant, and naming it after you, or always keeping it filled with bouquets of your favorite flowers. and he’d always take your beloved pet that you left behind to go see you.

“did you miss mommy, p/n? i bet our girl missed you so much.” and he’d smile sadly when your baby showed signs of recognizing your grave. his heavy hand petting it comfortingly “so excited to see her today, yeah?”

cod masterlist

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Tangerine: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Y/n: Sure!

Y/n: Whats your favorite color?

Tangerine, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?

[tojisun]

!! suggestive-ish; dirty talking n insinuations; simon n his big body <33

"c'mon, sweetheart," simon murmurs, watching you with narrowed eyes. "won't you tell me why you wanna ride me?"

you puff a trembling breath, gaze turned away from him, before replying, "wanna feel you, s'all." you chew on your words, the rumble of your voice is so soft that simon almost missed it.

almost.

he doesn't bother hiding his smirk.

"is that right?" he sounds breathy even to his own ears. "anythin' else?"

he watches as you shake your head, still looking away from him, all shy and docile in your embarrassment. simon almost heaves a saddened sigh, but he sees the way your eyelashes flutter in nervousness, your bottom lip all bitten and nibbled on, and decides to take it easy.

well.

easy on his terms.

"you wanna take me to the hilt, yeah?" simon begins, his voice genuine even with the faint teasing tone. he adjusts the two of you on the sofa, grunting in satisfaction when your eyes flick up to meet his shyly.

"you wanna take control? wanna set the pace and do all the work?" he massages your hips, working his hands to grab fistfuls of your muscle and fat, groaning at the way your skin dimples.

he pulls you close to him, your chest pressing against his own, and simon tries his best not to flick his eyes down just to see the way your tits are all squished up against him. god, even just feeling the softness of them makes his cock stir underneath his jeans.

simon brushes his lips over the shell of your ears, purposeful in their teasing touch. then, "you wanna know how deep i can go in you, huh? wanna take your sweet time – or not, depends."

he lands a smack on your ass, the slap ringing between you two, and simon chuckles at your bit-off squeak. he watches as you tilt your head up to glare at him but simon just grins, teasing and meanly, before pitching forward to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

"no one's stoppin' you, princess." the words are mumbled into your skin and simon revels in the way you breathe in sharply, fingers trembling from where they are fisting his shirt, before groaning in quiet pleasure when he feels you rutting down onto his chub.

yeah. simon's gon' ruin you tonight.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

[swordsandholly]

Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because you’re just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize you’re a bit… dense.

Total ditz to be precise.

But they can’t really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.

Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. It’s really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Don’t worry about it too much, dove. He’ll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? You’re getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?

Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. He’ll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, you’ve got tae get in close. Closer.

Until you’re bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.

Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft ‘baby girl’ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever you’re standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - he’ll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.

Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. He’s feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when it’s pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.

After that he can’t get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud he’s the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.

[aeyumicore]

☾ .⭒˚ business trip ♡ zayne x afab reader

⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: zayne x afab!reader (very fem!reader)

☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, pwp, pwf

⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 6.7k (good lord)

☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, tiny reference/spoiler to lore, explicit sexual content, pure pure filth, dubcon if you squint really really really hard, size kink, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral sex (f!receiving), lots of making out, finger fucking, tongue fucking, cum as lube, finger sucking, choking, slight inappropriate use of evol, slight use of y/n, dom!zayne

⋆.˚ ☾ video link: not necessary to watch in order to read and enjoy, but i highly recommending watching the memory for context and a visual for the fic! https://youtu.be/JAQ22yAhnUI?si=bfOLaJ-byJMyT9Vn

☾ .⭒˚ a/n: as promised she is here! this is based of the five-star card ‘business trip.’ a lot of the initial dialogue is from that card's story, with some small changes. this contains very tiny spoilers/references to some of the lore (honestly not really, if you’re reading this you’re probably addicted to the game enough to know the reference).

this is my very first finished fan fic/smut! i’m used to writing research papers and lab reports, so i am still learning to write fiction/dialogue! please be kind :) also fun fact i was writing this in first person but then decided to switch to second person so if there’s any stray grammar errors i apologize lol search and replace is so wonky

if you can’t tell i am absolutely feral for zayne and need to thirst for him with fellow zayne simps. my dumbass cannot write porn without a shit ton of plot/feelings. hope you enjoy!!

⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾ 18+ only ☾ .⭒˚ minors dni ⋆.˚ ☾

people who didn’t know zayne would assume that he was a cold person, and you couldn't really blame them. as a world renowned cardiac surgeon, and the chief cardiac surgeon of a massive metropolitan hospital, he had become an expert at control, especially that of his emotions. he let the world know only what he wanted them to know, and he was extremely selective about who he let truly know him. 

having been zayne’s girlfriend for a few months now, you had the privilege of being on the receiving end of his rare affections. and while he was undeniably blunt and straightforward, you knew he was anything but cold. under the winter blizzard that was his exterior, zayne was warmer than the summer sun. 

but despite being intimately familiar with zayne’s affections, you couldn’t help but be disappointed when he picked you up from the train station returning home from your ten day mission. after months of dating, you were no stranger to the cardiac surgeon’s distaste of pda and need for professionalism, but after ten days apart you couldn’t help but be disheartened by his nonchalance when picking you up.

so when he put on a random movie and sat on your couch, you couldn’t help but pout and prop your knees up to your chest on the seat cushion next to him. 

“do you have a question for me, zayne?” you rested your head on your left hand that was leaning up on the sofa back. his face snapped to yours from the tv screen, eyes lighting up with amusement. they bore straight into your own, making you want to squirm in your seat. even without touching you, zayne was always able to make your blood heat and your skin singe. 

“what do you mean?” his tone held the faintest trace of humor and you had a feeling he knew exactly what you meant but wanted to hear you say the words. 

feeling emboldened by his teasing obliviousness, you deftly swung one of your legs over his lap, and effectively straddled him on the couch. his hands instinctively gravitated to gently rest on the plush of your hips. you squeaked in surprise at the feel of his ice cold hands against your exposed waist, your shirt having ridden up. you could feel the distinct outline of something you’d terribly missed on your time away, and it made you harshly bite your lip to suppress the sounds your body tried to force out of your mouth.

the corner of his lips raised at you, the faint ghost of a smirk gracing his face. he murmurs softly, his voice sending shivers straight down your spine while his fingers danced down with it, “how was your trip? was it okay?” 

still sulking, you whined, “not at first. after all, i could always see you whenever i wanted to.” your hands softly ran down the smooth fabric of his suit vest, drifting over his expensive tie, “then slowly i got used to it.” you shifted in his lap, intentionally grinding gently, hoping to provoke any sort of reaction from him. you needed him to be as affected by you as you were by him. 

“got used to being alone again? right?” besides his growing erection, he was as calm and collected as always. in your frustration at his nonchalance, you missed the little signs of zayne losing the tight grip he always had on his control. his grip tightening ever so slightly on your hips, the brief but sharp intake of his breath, his jaw slackening gently as he bit the inside of his cheek. 

exasperated, you climbed off his lap and settled back into your seat beside him. with zayne, it could often be difficult to tell when he was teasing or genuinely oblivious. and your own frustrations were clouding your perception to any of the little indicators that he was anything but in complete control of the situation.

“sure, but it’s not…” you trailed off feeling embarrassed, eyes falling to your hands on your lap. maybe you were being too needy? 

gripping your chin in his thumb and index finger, he lifted your head to meet his deep green eyes again, “indeed, it’ll become dull regardless.” the unmistakable sound of need in his voice as his piercing eyes locked yours in place was beginning to utterly derail your thoughts. 

you cover his eyes with both your hands, unable to stand his intense stare, “you’ve been staring at me.” 

“but i can’t see you like this,” the amusement in his voice is undeniable. 

“shhh. that’s the point.”

gently, he pries your hands off his face without much resistance, “let me see you.” his eyes once again found yours, holding bits of amusement, adoration, and hunger. you averted your eyes and childishly stuck your tongue out at him. 

“you wanted me to say something?” the teasing in his voice transparent as glass.

unable to contain yourself any longer, you whine, “why did you act so normally at the train station? i was disappointed.” craving his skin on yours, you reach your right hand out to gently brush your fingers over his lips. he wraps his much larger hand over yours and moves it to cup his cheek. turning his head ever so slightly, his lips ghost the inside of your palm with a delicate kiss. 

when he finally speaks, his voice has dropped to an octave that sends waves of pure primal pleasure coursing straight down to your core, “what did you want me to do in front of all those people?” 

biting back the shiver threatening to unleash through your body, you continue with your petulant ramblings, “we haven’t seen each other for a few days. didn’t you miss or worry about me?”

“the weather was nice there and you responded to all my text messages. so you must have been fine,” he gently plays with your hand, still enclosed in his. “now tell me, is there something you want to tell me?” 

you could tell zayne knew exactly what you wanted to say and what you wanted him to say. but ever the tease, he wanted you to say it aloud. 

“tell me what you want,” he’d always demand with his lengthy slender fingers stuffed deep inside you, thumb pressing harshly on your clit. forcing you to say the words. 

“i…missed you,” you confess through hooded eyelids, only daring to peer up at him through your eyelashes. your own daydreams were causing a dampening puddle to form at the apex of your legs which you squeezed shut tightly, embarrassed at how eager you were for him.

in a flash, his hand released yours to snatch the remote off the coffee table and shut the movie off, turning to face you again. his sudden movement snapped you out of your filthy reminiscing, “why did you turn off the tv?”

forcefully, he cups the back of your neck, entangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer until his face is a mere inch from yours, eyes glancing fleetingly to your lips. you could feel his minty breath against your lips and it made you unleash the uncontrollable shiver you’d been suppressing, “are we really here for a movie?” 

breathlessly and defiantly, you pushed him further, “isn’t that what you wanted?” your hands gripped his bicep, reveling in the taut bundle of muscles that you’d imagined far too many times on your trip, taking you so forcefully every night prior. 

“i’ve changed my mind now. is that okay?” and with that zayne closes the short distance between the two of you, capturing your lips with his. 

you couldn’t help but moan at the feel of his icy lips on yours after far too long, far too many lonely nights. he greedily swallowed it, hands moving to tangle deeper in your hair. zayne’s lips were always a pleasant blend of winter ice but also a home-like warmth, the feeling absolutely addicting. a feeling reserved just for you.

zayne pushed you down softly, until your back met the cushioned sofa. he parted your thighs and settled between them, hovering above you.

“such a brat. did you want me to take you like this in front of everyone at the station?” he murmured, hands leaving you to loosen his tie. the unbelievably erotic sight had your knees weakening, the dampness between your legs intensifying. they instinctively clenched at the feeling, which zayne noticed immediately, evident by his satisfied smirk.

“tell me how much you missed me,” he demanded softly and firmly as his hands found their way under your shirt, teasing the skin of your naval and dancing up just below the swell of your breasts. his cold touch pulled a needy whimper from you and your pelvis arched up seeking any kind of friction against his body. zaynes actions fried your brain, rendering it nearly impossible for you to process what he was asking of you.

suddenly his hands abandoned your chest and he raised his hips so your bodies no longer touched, to your dismay. the loss in friction had you whimpering pathetically for him. instead, his hand made its way to your mouth and his thumb pressed into the parting of your lips, “answer me.”

“wh-what? what did you ask?” you panted dumbly, tongue intentionally grazing his thumb and savoring the salty taste of his frosty skin. you could see his erection growing against the restraint of his slacks at the feel of your tongue eagerly tasting him. 

using his free hand, he ghosted it against your jeans covered cunt, just barely catching on your clit. squeezing your eyes shut, you gasped and hoped he couldn’t feel how embarrassingly wet you already were for him, despite him only just having touched you. his touch was light and fleeting, just enough to leave you starving for more. 

his thumb, still in your mouth, pressed down firmly on your tongue. this time, he asked more forcefully, “tell me how much you missed me baby.” his domineering attitude short circuited your brain and once again all you could do was moan and thrust into his hand. zayne, dissatisfied with your repeated lack of response, pinched your clit, roughly enough to snap you back into reality and leave you panting for more. the truth came tumbling out so fast you had no time to be ashamed at how desperate he’d made you.

“s’much, i missed you so much zaayne,” you slurred, unable to articulate your words through the lust, “thought ‘bout you ev’ry night.” you reached up to run your fingers through the dampening black bangs that rested against his eyes. “missed you s’much zayne. need you s’bad.” 

his gorgeous green eyes darkened and he shut them, “fuck.” 

satisfied with your begging, he bent down to capture your lips with his once more, pressing his erection against your heat, grinding torturously slowly. his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, demanding access to what was his. you happily granted him entrance, enjoying the feel of his tongue against yours. enjoying the taste of him so intimately close to you. 

he pulled away, groaning, “do you want to know why i acted so normally when i saw you at the train station?” you whined at him pulling away, having thoroughly gotten over your previous brattiness and just wanting nothing more than him to utterly devour you. you reached your hand up to cup his cheek again, trying to guide his lips back to yours and shut him up. you continued to grind into his erection, rutting needily into his crotch, completely and utterly desperate for him. you were at the point of no return, and not even your own embarrassingly unabashed horniness could shame you into stopping.

instead, he affectionately leans into your hand and shuts his eyes, like a cat purring into a palm. the pure adoration mixed with the fiery sexual tension enveloping the air surrounding you was absolutely suffocating. and you were positively addicted. 

he put his hand over yours, holding it lovingly against his cheek, “even in front of all those people, i knew once i saw you again–” he brought your joined palms to his lips and grazed a fleeting kiss against your skin, then released your hand.

continuing, “if i touched you again after all that time –” he bent down over you to gently graze his teeth against your racing pulse, suckling and nibbling carefully while his other hand cupped your sex again to which you eagerly ground into. his long slender fingers teased your slit, paying special attention to your aching clit.

he continued his ministrations on your pussy, his breathy rasps right next to your ear,  “i knew i wouldn’t be able to stop.” 

his words snapped the coil that had been building in your core from the moment your eyes landed at him at the train station. you whined as your thighs trembled to a halt against his fingers. the culmination of it all, missing him terribly for ten days, the feel of his perfect body pressed against yours, the incessant teasing, but especially his confession, led to your quick unraveling. covering your eyes in sheer embarrassment, you came against his hand, still completely dressed. 

zayne peered down at his soaked hand, voice low, vaguely amused, and unbelievably turned on, “did you just cum, love?” 

embarrassed, hands still covering your reddening face, you wailed, “y-yes..i’m sorry!” 

“don’t hide from me y/n,” his fingers, covered in your slick, pried your hands away from your eyes. “did my little brat miss me that much? she’s so eager for me she came just from humping my hand huh?” 

you nodded enthusiastically, despite the sheer embarrassment, determined to please the man before you, “missed you more than anything. needed you s’bad. haven’t felt you inside me in s’long.” he swore lowly under his breath, barely audible, his control slipping. 

“i’m sorry for not behaving the way you expected at the train station, my love,” he rose away from you, undoing his loosened tie. “let me show you how much i missed you.” his words unleashed butterflies in your stomach as you watched him shed his clothing, layer by layer. zayne was truly something sculpted out of legends. as his long fingers expertly unbuttoned his white collared shirt you pressed your palm against his hard stomach and murmured, “wait let’s go to my bed.”

but he didn’t stop, instead arching his eyebrow at you, “did you think i was joking?” 

your eyes snapped away from the contours of his abs leading to the dusting of his pubic hair, not at all able to follow what he was talking about. “s-sorry?”

he chuckled, finally shedding his expensive white shirt somewhere on your apartment floor. he crawled back to hover over you and deftly removed your bottoms and panties, then spreading your thighs apart and using his own leg to keep them propped open. 

“we’ve already started, and i won’t be able to stop any time soon.”

you shivered at his words and hooked your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his. the kiss was bruisingly passionate and messy, his tongue exploring all the places he longed for the past week and a half. with one hand he gripped your hair, and with the other he skillfully unhooked your bra and caressed your nipple with his fingertips. you whimpered into his mouth as he played with your body in ways only he knew would have you completely ruined. wanting to please him too, you reached your hand down to release his cock from its confines and grasp it in your hand. it stood completely rock hard against his naval, his prominent vein bulging and throbbing in your hand. because of zayne’s evol, he always ran very cold. his skin was often icy to the touch, but his manhood always burned your palms, blazing so deliciously hot. 

you held it tight in your hand, jerking up and down gently but forcefully. teasing the underside of the head with your thumb, you briefly panicked at how he would fit inside you after so many days not being stretched to accommodate him. his manhood was like him in every way: intimidating, imposing, and glorious. 

zayne pulled away from your lips, burying his face into the crook of your neck and biting into the soft skin there. the most erotic groans spilled out of his lips against you, but his hand gripped your fist halting your movements. through gritted teeth, he seethed, “stop.” 

scared you’d hurt him, you instantly snatched your hand away. he noticed the guilt on your face and half-smiled reassuringly, “i was about to finish all over your pretty little stomach from just your hands. this is how much i’ve missed you.” the more he spoke, the more your next orgasm was building, your body aching for his with every filthy word he uttered. 

his hands gripped the small of your back and lifted you slightly, giving him access to remove your top and unlatched bra. his eyes hungrily roamed all over your body until they settled on your eyes, “you are the most beautiful thing i will ever set eyes on, in all my lives.” 

your head tilted, intrigued by his choice of words, “all your lives? have you discovered the secret of reincarnation, dr. zayne?.” zayne chuckled, but did not respond, instead kneeling completely naked and god-like before you and you couldn’t help but beg, “p-please zayne.” 

he smirked, confident as ever, hands reaching down to ghost right above your pussy, hovering so close but not touching, “please what, baby? use your words, you can do that for me, right?'” 

you bit your lip, trying to grind your crotch into his hand, whining when he shifted to dodge your advances. 

“tell me what you want.” 

unable to take the teasing any further, “p-please jus’ touch me, anything, please.” 

“my girl is so damn needy.” finally he sets his fingers against your soaking slit, slipping his lengthy middle finger in. throwing your head back, you moaned arching your back off the couch, rutting into his digit. 

“so desperate for me,” he practically purred, pumping his single finger in and out, “did you have to use your own fingers when you were away?” 

“y-yess thought of you every time,” you moaned, “p-please, more.” you shrieked in pure ecstasy as you felt his lips find your sensitive nipple while simultaneously inserting his index finger. 

zayne has always been hyper fixated on your breasts. the way the skin pebbled under his touch, the way the plush fat felt underneath the massage of his palms, but mostly the way you writhed under the lathering of his tongue. while his fingers forked in and out of you, his tongue swirled dizzying circles around the peak of your breasts. he nibbles, gentle but still enough to make you yelp. you can feel his smile against your skin as he suckles soothingly. he alternates between the two, never wanting to leave the other one neglected. your pleasure is the most important thing to him, a job he takes seriously. only when you’re a squirming whimpering mess does he feel satisfied. 

pleased with his work, he detached from your chest, trailing down further. he leaves a path of kisses down your torso until he finds himself facing his main course. as he admires your throbbing cunt, his fingers still scissoring in and out of it, his tongue swipes against his lips. the hunger in his eyes is evident, as if pondering all the different ways he could devour you. finally, he graces your pussy with his attentive lips, wrapping around your clit and just barely grazing with his teeth. 

zayne ate like a man positively starved, his tongue working magic on your body. he suckled diligently on the bud, making the filthiest slurping noises. your toes curled, resting on his broad hard shoulders, and your thighs clenched around his jaw. with his free hand, he sought your nipple out, pinching gently against the pebbled skin, ravishing absolutely every inch of your body. he shifted downwards until his tongue was inside you, his nose rubbing against your clit delivering such relentless mind-numbing pleasure. his tongue fucked you earnestly and through the blood pounding in your ears you could hear him moaning at the taste of your juices, dripping down his chin. 

zayne inserts his fingers again, tongue going back to lap diligently at your clit, “you can take another one cant you?” he grunted against your most sensitive region, his breath a warm caress. 

you sat up weakly on your elbows, absolutely winded from the blinding pleasure but determined to keep up with him, “i can! i can!” 

“that’s my girl.” he inserts another finger, stuffing you completely full. moaning unabashedly, you latched onto his hair and fucked yourself onto his fingers. “you taste so fucking good. couldn’t stop thinking about you, spread out for just me, while you were gone.” his filthy words went straight to your core and you felt your next orgasm building at an alarming rate. 

“zayne zayne zayne,” you chanted, completely fucked out, “please d-don’ stop.” his fingers quickened inside you, the lewd wet sounds of his fingers pounding against your skin filling the room. while keeping himself buried inside you, he shifted on top of you until his face was right in front of yours, eyes gazing into you deeply. zayne crashed his lips onto yours once more, forcing his tongue in, claiming every part of you. not that you objected at all. 

his kiss was so unbelievably filled with need, showing you just how much he had missed you. his entire mouth tasted of you, lips so wet from a mix of your spend and his saliva. the passion of it all was enough to send you reeling towards your second orgasm. nails digging into his bicep, you tried to warn him that you were just about to come undone all over his hand. with his three fingers stuffed in you, he used his thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit, sending you reeling over the cliff of pleasure

“that’s it, juust like that baby. cum for me,” he cooed. you were a babbling slurring mess as you trembled on his fingers, releasing all over his hand. he continued to gently pump in and out of you, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm. you fought to stay conscious as the overwhelming pleasure of two climaxes bled into the sting of overstimulation. 

weakly swatting at his hand still inside your puffy cunt, “s’too much zayne. s’too sensitive.” he finally removed his hand, the sudden emptiness drawing a gasp from your lips. zayne brought his absolutely drenched fingers to his mouth, devouring your slick off of them.

“absolutely perfect,” he groaned, removing them and gripping the underside of your thighs. in one swift motion he pulled hard and had you pushed up against his own body, your rear end elevated to brush right up against his hard body, his unbelievably erect cock.

tapping his member against your sopping cunt he gave you a lopsided smile, “you still with me love?” 

you sat up, unable to take your eyes off of where zayne’s body would connect with yours. following your eyes, he takes his manhood in his hand and teases it up and down, “i expect an answer when i speak to you y/n.”

your mind was mush and your body was still staggering from the sheer amount of pleasure zayne had just given you, but you knew you needed more. you needed him and you needed him inside you. 

peering into his eyes from underneath your eyelashes, you mewled, “z-zaayne. i need you. i can’t wait any more” 

he swore under his breath, his voice a deep sensual rasp, “so damn eager for me. don’t worry, you will have me, many many times tonight.” you shivered at his words, a hard and fast promise, as he lined up his cock with your entrance. 

“two of ten,” he muttered under his breath, teasing his head against your clit, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably as he smeared your combined arousals all over your cunt, better than any medical grade lube. zayne always had so much pre cum from edging himself, always putting your pleasure above anything else, before himself.

“ten what?”

a heart stopping cocky smirk graced his beautiful pale face, “you’ve been gone for ten days. i fully intend to make up for every single day tonight.” the full weight of what he was implying clicked and your eyes widened.

“th-there’s no way!” 

“isn’t this what you wanted? for me to show you how much i missed you?” he gave your pussy one last stern tap with his length, evoking a squeal from your lips as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut in anticipation. 

“i told you once i started i wouldn’t be able to stop.” and without waiting for you to protest further, zayne softly breached into your warm and waiting hole. you moaned in surprise at the massive stretch. the only reason he could enter you at all was because he had thoroughly prepped you with the two previous orgasms. the pain ebbed pleasure was undeniable as zayne stretched your body to the max. when you looked to see where his body was joined with yours, you gaped. he’d only managed to get his tip in. 

zayne fell forward slightly, gripping the underside of your thighs with a bruising intensity. his jaw was locked and he panted out, “please love, relax. relax for me. you’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“i’m tryin’, jus’ so big,” you whined, hands finding purchase in his soft hair. you took a deep breath, trying to loosen up, staring into his smoldering eyes while he pushed further into your guts.

“that’s it, such a good little slut for me. always so obedient,” he cooed, slowly but surely seating himself fully in your cunt. after ten days without him inside, it felt like losing your virginity all over again. but every single word he muttered went straight to the wet mess in between your joined bodies, helping to overcome the resistance.

the initial pace he set was torturously slow and passionate, his eyes only leaving yours when he threw his head back to groan deeply, as if unable to contain himself while he was inside you. any inklings of pain quickly dissolved into pure pleasure as his thick length burrowed deep inside. you watched zayne bask in the unstoppable stream of sounds that escaped your mouth, his body always taking yours in the most delicious ways. any embarrassment you previously felt went out the window as you made the most lewd and filthy cries for him. 

hooking your legs around his waist, you felt him brush against your cervix with his tip and realized even fully buried inside you, zayne’s length was not completely burrowed in your pussy. the sheer size of him made you clench around his thrusts, throbbing in ecstasy as he ravished your body. 

“so damn tight,” he groaned, the pace and force of his thrusts increasing, “gonna have to stretch you back out tonight, all night.” his thumb rubbed figure eights around your clit while you held onto your breasts for support as they bounced wildly from the growing intensity of his movements. the sight seemed to please him as he grunted and reached one of his hands to release your thigh and take a breast into his own hand, teasing the nipple between his finger tips. 

somehow even in your utterly fucked out state you were able able to moan out, “s’deep s’deep sooo good. please don’t stop. missed this s’much.”

the hand on your breast ventured upwards to gently close around your throat, with just enough pressure to leave you gasping in bliss, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. his fingers pressed into your pulse, “taking me so well. this pussy was made for me, huh?”

a stray tear of pure pleasure slipped from your eyes. zayne released your neck and swipes his thumb across your cheek, wiping away the fallen tear, “answer me y/n. who does this pussy belong to?”

“b-belongs t’you zayne,” you slurred, “allll yours, always.”

pleased, zayne folds your thighs into your chest, until your knees are nearly touching your breasts. planting one foot on the seat of the couch, he begins thrusting with an entirely new vigor. the new angle allows him even deeper, cock brushing against all your deepest, favorite places. drool dribbled from the side of your mouth as you cried out repeatedly in pleasure. his body was so satisfyingly heavy, imposing, and large against yours, a stark reminder of the sheer size difference between you. 

he shoved his hand between your two bodies to rest on your stomach, pressing down, “can you feel how deep i am love? can you feel me here?”

frankly, you could feel him in your damn throat, “y-yes zayne, feel it s’deep. makin’ me feel so goood. please don’t stop.”

“don’t worry, don’t plan on ever stopping.” his promises drove you ever so close to your climax. you moaned, back arching off the couch so sharply that you were almost levitating. zayne took this opportunity to wrap his two large hands around your waist, hoisting you off the couch leaving you squealing as he picked you up like a rag doll, seating you back on his lap, a mixture of your arousals moistening your thighs. his cock sat tall against your stomach and you longed to be stuffed again.

“look at the mess you made,” he murmured, eyes trailing to the space you sat completely exposed on him. with one palm gripping your ass, he slid his other between you to collect your collective slick on his fingers and shove it gently back into you. you yelped but took this opportunity to lift yourself onto your knees and take his cock into your hands. zayne watched you with amused eyes allowing you to take control, if only for a brief moment, before regaining it. a creature of habit, zayne loved control. in the hospital, the operating room, and especially in the bedroom. or well the living room. 

you impaled yourself on his length once more, a gasping and groaning mess every inch of the way. he kneaded the plush of your ass adoringly, trying to soothe the pain from the stretch. in this position, zayne reached the deepest inside you, literally rearranging your guts. using your fleeting strength, you began bouncing up and down on him, his strong hands on your rear guiding you along, but letting you do the work. the corner of his lips were slightly quirked up as he watched you struggle to keep up any semblance of rhythm or pace.

“does my needy girl need my assistance?” 

determined to wipe the smug smirk off his unfairly handsome face, you shook your head vehemently and only rode him more vigorously. but as his cock continued to spear in and out of you, the overwhelming pleasure in your gut and the burning in your thighs took hold and your knees gave out. you slumped your head breathlessly against his hard chest, as he chuckled and planted a kiss against the top of your head. 

“don’t worry sweetheart, i’ve got you. let me take care of you.” with the help of his strong hands, he bounced you on his lap. his large muscular thighs flexed underneath you as your eyes rolled back. hours upon hours of surgeries honed zayne’s endurance and he bobbed you up and down like you weighed nothing at all. sitting on his lap like this, your abdomen was pushed right against his, your clit rubbing along his pelvis and your nipples dragged along his chest with each sinful thrust. 

“eyes on me,” he commanded, his grip on your ass tightening enough to leave marks. in your fucked out state you force your eyes to focus on his, as his cock continues to deliver you unimaginable pleasure. with his eyes locked on yours, zayne lets out a deep breathy moan and murmurs, “i missed you so much y/n.”

your heart swells, your stomach clenches and you knew you loved this man. the butterflies in your stomach must have manifested in your pussy clenching around zayne’s shaft, hard. he hisses, but before he can speak you take his face in both your hands and press your mouth to his, swallowing his moans.

the feel of his tongue claiming every inch of your mouth pushes you towards your third orgasm. your lips separate, a string of drool connecting them still, as zayne hammers into you. you drape your arms over his shoulders, clinging on while he pounds into your abused hole. your clit continues to brush against his slick soaked pubic hair and has you seeing actual stars. 

he bent down to capture your nipple with his mouth, absolutely devouring it. squealing, you arched into his mouth as your fingers clawed deep welts into his back while he ravished your breasts. he continued to bounce you on his lap, pace never faltering.

“m’close,” you warn over the erotic wet ‘pap pap pap’ sounds between you, “g’nna cum soon.”

“yeah? cum on me baby. need to feel you all over my cock,” his thrusts continue to hit your sweet spot and you feel as if you’re about to explode. at his command, you barrelled through your orgasm, digging your nails into his toned back. the pleasure was immeasurable as it coursed through every centimeter of your body. your head felt dizzy, toes curled, fingers clenched, nipples hardened further against him, and every nerve in your body sang for him. you wailed as he helped you ride out your orgasm, prolonging it as long as possible, still chasing his own pleasure. 

“that’s it love. make a mess all over me,” the over stimulation was starting to kick in again as zayne’s thighs and hands continued to rock you on his cock. 

“p-perfect, you’re so fucking perfect. do you know how many times i fucked my fist, thinking of this, while you were gone?” zayne was babbling now, and his cock was twitching persistently inside you. you could tell he was going to cum soon too. you held on for dear life as you willed yourself to withstand the overstimulation, wanting zayne to find release with you. it slowly ebbed into an addicting painful pleasure, making you uncontrollably squeeze your aching cunt around his throbbing cock. 

“f-fuck squeezing the soul out of me. i’m gonna cum,” he groaned into the crook of your neck.

“cum for me zayne i wan’ it so so bad you n-need it please. need your cum so bad,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut feeling another orgasm approaching so so unbelievably fast.

just like he had before, he gripped your chin with one of his hands, “look at me. i need to see you when i cum.” you forced your eyes open and watched as he stared at you with such intense lust, need, and love.

“where do you want me?” he grunted, his thrusts stumbling and you could tell he was finally at the precipice of his own orgasm.

“i-inside please cum inside me zaayne, i need you s’bad. need t’feel it deep,” you sobbed, your cunt tightening around him as you were about cum again. 

“you want me to fill you up baby? stuff you full of my cum? what if i get you pregnant?” you clenched in excitement at the vague warning of his words. without fail, zayne noticed. 

“my girl likes that idea huh? want me to breed this pretty little cunt? put my baby in you?” he was practically rabid now, the force of his bouncing rattling your brain, his words turning your body into putty in his hands. tears of overwhelming pleasure filled your eyes at his filthy promises and you could only peer at him through your wet eyelashes and nod eagerly, with your tongue almost lolling out of your mouth.

zayne cursed under his breath at the look you were giving him. he knew he could never deny you, not that he’d wanted to, especially not when you looked at him like that. he would spend his entire life, every one of his lives, loving you, taking care of you, protecting you, pleasuring you, if you’d allow him. 

as he watched the drool dribble down your chin, he thrust one last time, the brute force of it dragging the orgasm out of you while he spurted his release deep inside your womb. you were screaming, crying as the intensity of your last three orgasms made your body even more reactive to his cum painting your walls white. the culmination of it all had you squirting all over your joined laps. 

zayne watched in awe as you made an utter mess on his lap, his grip on your hips tightened and an icy frost formed on the top of your soft skin, under his palms. the alarming cold only served to increase the ecstasy of your climax. he didn’t seem to notice as the beautiful snowflake etched frost danced up your waist. yet you felt anything but cold as his hands held you against him. 

the aftershocks of your final orgasm caused your pussy to continue to throb around him, milking anything he had left. zayne was a moaning and panting mess when he finally noticed that he was losing control of his evol, the glimmering crystals weaving up higher up your sides. 

“shit, i’m sorry love,” he swore, pulling his hands away. you whimpered, not caring in the slightest, just wanting his touch back as you slumped against his hard chest, panting for air, body completely and thoroughly ruined. he took deep breaths to regain control of his evol, watching the iridescent flakes on your waist melt away as quickly as they’d come. as they faded completely, you shivered against him, cunt still quivering around him, draining every last drop of his seed into you. zayne wrapped his strong arms around you, cradling you gently, making sure his evol was properly contained before relaxing into your delicate body. 

you must have drifted off briefly because the next thing you knew zayne was placing you gently on your plush bed sheets, the sweat and slick cleaned off your skin. despite the brutal pounding your pussy had taken, you could hardly feel any soreness. no doubt thanks to zayne’s tendencies to care for you like a little injured duckling, even outside of the hospital. 

“you’re the best primary care provider, dr. zayne,” you murmured happily, nuzzling into his strong forearm, as he set you down on the bed. he chuckled, sounding not the least bit tired, sitting down on the empty space beside you. 

“at home, you take care of me. at the hospital, you take care of me. how’d i get so luck to have a doctor like you?,” you rambled, utterly content. he continued to laugh, leaning over so he could stroke slow soothing circles on your naked stomach. 

“i will always take care of you,” his gleaming green eyes beam at you, while the rest of his face remains calm, collected. and then he slowly smirks, “especially in the bedroom.” 

you blush furiously, your thighs clenching together again, his eyes never leaving yours. the circles he rubs into your skin inch slowly up, up, up until they’re caressing your breasts, again.

“zaayne, there’s no way,” you whine, your thighs trembling at the sight of heat returning to his eyes. but despite your protests your core quivers in anticipation and you can't bring yourself to swat his hands away. he slowly crawls on your bed, into, in his opinion, his rightful place between your legs. 

“we’re only 40% of the way done love, and as a surgeon i must always complete what i start,” he murmurs mischievously, hands gripping your knees, prying apart gently, slowly. 

“y-you can’t be serious!”

“please? i missed you, y/n.” 

feeling how your body reacted so eagerly to those three words, the words you wanted to hear him say so desperately at the train station, you knew you were in for a very long night. 

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Shadows:

This is part one, and hopefully the longest part, of what should be two or three drabbles I'll be posting for Rán Malfoy (who is not an official muse on my blog but is Beck's daughter with @bokketo's Draco so this is where it is going) because she is the loudest muse in my fucking head and won't go away.

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The world was black and cold. 

She had left behind the golden, glowing warmth of the house. Tip-toeing past her mum, who had fallen into a fitful sleep on the couch, clutching her round belly. Shuffling by the door to Nippy’s rooms in slow-motion to keep the elf’s big ears from hearing the creak of floorboards. Angrboda had been the last guardian at the gate—sprawled on a windowsill, staring out into the moon-soaked wilderness and flicking her tail. Rán waited until the feline’s attention was caught by some small, unfortunate critter that made her spring up and dart off into the darkness. The coast was clear, and Rán pushed open the door.

The first breath of cold winter air was refreshing; it made the heat of the wood stove inside feel oppressive. As she crept across the lawn toward the barn, her little fingers began to grow stiff and ache, and she quickly forgot that feeling, but she didn’t turn tail and race back to the safety of the fire’s glow. 

It was cold, and she wanted to check on Scuffle.

Frost caked under her nails as she clumsily fought with the swollen wood that latched the barn closed. She grunted, hit it, and shoved all her weight against upward until it popped free and the door swung open just wide enough to squeak through. In the evenings, the barn was pitch black, but she knew where a lantern was. Sticking her foot out in front of her and tapping blindly as she shuffled along, she felt her way to a straw bale. The grasses crackled in protest and prickled her feet as she climbed up on top of it, then used the extra height to clamber up onto the door of a stall so she could reach the post beside it. Blindly, she waved her hand in the air once, twice, and finally tapped against metal the third time. She snatched the lantern from the hook and hopped down.

Icy pain shot up her legs as she landed barefoot on the stone floor of the barn, and she yelped, but she didn’t cry. Malfoys didn’t cry. Nor did she drop her precious lantern. The little girl took a deep breath, shook one foot, then the other, hopped up and down twice, and then knelt down to go about lighting her lantern. 

She fished the matches from her pocket and pushed on the little lever to raise the globe. The smell of sulfur tickled her nose as her aching fingers struggled to strike the match. It took three tries before it hissed to life. Carefully, she stuck it to the wick and watched it catch. A little halo of light illuminated the world around her, and Rán squealed with delight. She flicked the lever again, stood up, and ran down the aisle to Scuffle’s stall.

The pony was laying in a thick bed of pine shavings. His head shot up when light poured over the door and roused him from slumber. The flakes of wood that made up his bed clung to his wild hair. She giggled, and he whickered softly at the sound of her voice. 

“You ok buddy?” The barn kept out the wind, and his fur was thick, but she still worried he was cold. She pushed open his gate and looked into his water bucket. The icy water snapped at her fingers as she plucked some stray shavings out of it. He had plenty and it was clean. His feeder was still fat with hay too. Mum had made sure he was taken care of, just like she promised. 

He didn’t get up. The fat little pony watched her intently, but couldn’t be bothered to stand. He didn’t stir when she got close or spring to his feet in alarm when she crawled on top of him and warmed herself in his fluff. She laid on his back, feet buried in the pine shavings, fingers tangled in his heavy mane, and face pressed against the fur of his neck, until the stiffness faded from her arms and legs. If her mum wouldn’t have died of a heart attack, she might have stayed like that and fallen asleep.

Reluctantly, she gave him a little kiss on his forelock and left him to his beauty rest. She picked up her abandoned lantern and headed back toward the door only to stop abruptly. Something wasn't right at all. Where the door had been open just enough for her to squeeze her way through seconds before, now it was wide open. Not how she'd left it at all. And the wind was still as the frozen pond outside.

“Hello?” She called, thrusting the lantern out in front of her. Out of the darkness cast by the shadow of the barn door, came a huge, hulking figure. The thing moved and she heard the clatter of hooves. The fire in her lantern sputtered and struggled, then died altogether. There was no light left other than the weak splinters of the stars reaching through the open door at the end of the aisle, and it was being blocked by the thing that was still twisting and taking form.

It snorted a cloud of mist into the frigid air and she screamed. Without thinking, she threw the lantern as hard as she could. It sailed through the air a meager foot or two, then fell to the floor and shattered. She back peddled further into the darkness of the stable. The entity opened its eyes and they glowed a sickening red in the abyss. 

“MUUUUM!” She screeched. The thing was getting closer and closer. Horns protruded from its head---or was that its body---barely visible in the light cast by its own eyes. Too many eyes. At least ten of them, but she was crying too hard to see. Scuffle was pacing his stall behind her, whinnying in fear as it steadily crept closer. It filled up every inch of the space. It stood from ceiling to floor. It was all that existed anymore. Rán screamed, turning her back to the thing and running as hard as she could down the hall of the stables. Tears wet her face, and her whole body shivered. There was a back door to the barn. If she could just make it there.

The hall was free of clutter, thankfully, allowing her to run without falling, but she couldn’t see where she was or how close she was to the back wall. When she turned her head, all she could see was the blood red of eyes. The hoofbeats on the stone were still unhurried, but there were too many of them, like she was being followed by a whole herd of horses, and the thing was gaining on her with impossible speed. She could feel hot breath on her neck.

“NO! No no no NO!” Rán smacked the darkness at her back, but didn’t touch anything of flesh or blood. “Mum! MUM! NO!”

There was a sudden grunt from in front of her, and she slammed into an enormous, furry body. She fell down wailing and screaming, kicking and thrashing with her hands. She wanted her mum. She wanted her dad. Her daddy had never let anything hurt her. Everything had been safe when he was here. Now he was gone and the—the THING was going to eat her. 

Through eyes blurred with tears, she looked up at the thing. But this thing only had two eyes, and neither of them were looking at her. Deep and guttural, the reaver bellowed. It sounded a bit like a horse and a bit like a dragon, and very very angry.

“Sugar!” Rán squealed, frozen in terror. 

There was a thunder of hooves as the reaver barreled forward, and then a shriek of pain that sounded like nothing she’d ever heard before. Hoof scratched on stone, flesh thumped against wood and it groaned as it splintered. The thing hissed, then screamed once more, and it was flying backward at breakneck speed. One by one its eyes were fading to blackness. And though she’d never heard it before, she somehow knew that the sickening, fleshy crack was one of bone. Spindly, shadowy legs flailed in the moonlight, but the blackness would flash before her and a heartbeat later, they laid twitching and detached from the thing they came from.

One final scream, but this time, there was something hauntingly human in it.

Light flooded the barn as every single lantern sprang to life. It was so sudden that spots invaded her vision and she had to squint and rub at her eyes until she could see again.

“Rán! RÁN!” Her mother shouted, and then she was scooped up into a suffocating hug. 

She sobbed. Harder than she’d ever cried in her whole life, clinging to her mother’s curls for all she was worth. Her mum petted her hair and rocked her, talking too fast for Rán to properly make out what she was saying. When she did pull away, hiccuping and blinking rapidly, she could see past her mother’s pale, panic-stricken face to the doorway of the barn. 

Red eyes were watching her.

Sugar was standing completely still and totally relaxed. His eyes half closed and his back leg cocked without a worry in the world. Something dark was drizzling off the tip of his muzzle. There was no carnage spread on the ground beneath him. The only evidence of the battle that had just taken place were splintered stall doors and viscous smears of black on the floor. As her mum stood to carry her back to the safety of the house, and they got closer to the reaver, she could see a shimmering sheen on his body. Up close she realized that he was wet---covered in the same thing spread across the floor.

It would be years before she understood what happened that night. The only thing her five year old mind knew for certain in that moment was that there was more going on in the dark than she’d ever imagined.

[daisynik7]

Nanami gets a kick out of how innocent and pure you are in front of others. Around friends, family, coworkers, strangers, you’re still that shy, timid girl he fell in love with all those years ago. Always smiling with kindness twinkling in your eyes. Perfectly sweet to just about everyone you meet. You’re beloved by everyone in your life and in his. A true angel in disguise gracing this mundane world of his. 

When it’s just the two of you, though, you turn into a completely different person: a fiend hellbent on making him lose his goddamn mind.

Tonight, you're locked in your bedroom, fucking each other silly. Well, it’s more like you're fucking him. You straddle his lap, riding his cock, already so sensitive from his first orgasm. His creampie leaks out from your pussy, making a mess between you, but you don’t care. He’s twitching from overstimulation, moaning your name as you bounce faster on his dick, pumping another load out of him. He’s spent beyond belief, but he knows better than to deny you of your fill. No matter how much he whines about how sensitive he is, he wants this. He needs this. 

Limbs wobbly from exhaustion, he kneels behind you, watching with half-lidded eyes as you position yourself on your hands and knees, teasing his wet cock between your ass cheeks. He stares at your pussy, drooling with his cum, already eager to be back inside you. He lets you do all the work, be in control, use him as your own personal sex toy until you’re satisfied. And that doesn’t happen until you throw your ass back and forth on his dick, filling yourself up with his third creampie of the night, the sheets beneath you ruined with sweat, spit, and slick. 

To Nanami, there’s nothing better than being fucked stupid by you, his gorgeous, perfect wife. 

[xparadisexlostx]

Shadows:

@bokketo Maybe this one should have stayed in the drafts. It's going under a cut, I'll tell you that. Onyx if you never read this long rambling drabble where someone smacks Rán in the face and she proceeds to murder them without a second thought.... I understand.

In twenty years of life, Rán Malfoy had never been struck. There’d been a few elbows on the quidditch pitch. She’d been kicked by horses or hit by stray bludgers. When she was sixteen, she’d been bit by a particularly ill tempered pygmy puff. But no one had ever dared raise a hand to her. Perhaps that is why she hadn’t seen it coming.

She crumpled back against the kitchen table clutching her jaw and reeling. Her boyfriend—and she used the term very loosely—was apparently coming to terms with the action as well. He was boring a hole into her with that stupid stare of his, clenching his fists, and panting like he’d just fought off a tiger instead of someone half his size who hadn’t seen it coming.

“You’re a fucking bitch.” He huffed, pointing his finger at her. It was shaking. “If–if you hadn’t have—I’ve NEVER hit a girl but you—you’re a real fucking piece of work Malfoy.”

Rán flexed her jaw, tenderly exploring the split in the thin skin of her lips as she tasted copper. He kept yammering on, and the longer he spoke the more he stuttered, and the more his voice shook. She counted to ten, breathed deep, and stood up. When she looked back at him, he had tears in his eyes.

Pathetic.

“Baby… Baby I didn’t mean—I don’t know what came over me.” A tear slid from the corner of his eye, and he reached for her like a snot-nosed toddler would a teddy bear after throwing a fucking tantrum. He laughed pitifully through his tears. “You just, you make me crazy. You make everybody crazy. Come on, don’t be mad. I’ll–I’ll fix you up. What can I do?”

She schooled her expression and sighed, turning to pull out a chair at his shitty little kitchen table in his shitty little apartment. It took everything in her, but she forced her voice to stay meek and small. She even managed a sniffle. “Can you get me a wet cloth, please?”

“Of course. Of course!” He rushed forward to kiss her on the cheek, then practically ran into the bathroom.

“What a waste.” She mumbled as she reached into her purse. She plucked a little velvet pouch from the bag and emptied its contents into her hand. The distant sound of water running could be heard. One by one, she took her collection of little black pebbles, and set them before her on the table. Her finger pressed into the cut on her lip, and she placed a thick crimson dot to each one of them, muttering a quiet spell. 

Thomas was back. He pulled her chair away from the table and knelt down in front of her. His hands shook as he dabbed her lip, but at least he wasn’t fucking crying anymore. He smiled up at her weakly, brushing the hair back behind her ear.

“It’s—you’re ok. You can’t even really see it. A little makeup and–and we can put this whole thing behind us. I won’t ever–ever–do that again baby. I’ll make it up to you.” He kissed her forehead and she barely resisted the urge to retch. When he knelt back, she ran her fingers through his hair and smiled.

“Do you know what I always liked about you?” She hummed.

That brightened him up a bit. He forced another chuckle. “My devilishly good looks?”

“Mmm. That too.” Rán stood to her feet and took a firm hold on his chin. The afternoon sun was blazing, pouring in the window in the livingroom, warming the side of her face. It cast long shadows on the wall behind them. One of them opened its eyes.

“No. See what I always liked about you was what a good little dog you were.” She hissed, shoving him back roughly. He was a tall, muscular man, and it didn’t move him much, but it gave her a split second to escape the range of his arm as it tried to reach for her. 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” His voice was heavy with shock.

Rán rolled her eyes, “Oh please, don’t act so surprised. I say I want to go out, you show up on my doorstep an hour later. I say go home, you tuck your tail and scurry back to this little shithole of yours. I say fetch-” She paused, picking up the rag from the floor and tossing it at his face. “You fetch. It’s how we’ve always been.”

“You-” He rose from the floor slowly, his jaw clenched. Rán leaned back against the counter as he started toward her. “What the fuck is your problem. You're crazy!”

“Down boy.” Her fingers snapped and the shadowy creature behind him crumpled to the floor. Unable to stop himself, he fell along with it. Rán crouched down to his level with a mocking sigh of disappointment. “Unfortunately baby, when your dog starts to bite—you have to put them down.”

He jerked, scrambling on the tile at her feet. She patted his head and stood back up. 

“It’s not all bad though. I mean, can you imagine what my father would have done to you when he found out? I promise you, whatever comes next, it’ll be a whole lot more pleasant than that.” She shrugged. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to test out a theory, and there’s no time like the present.”

“W-what have you done? What have you done?! I can’t fucking move Rán this isn’t funny!” He was thrashing helplessly, and it sounded like he was crying again.

“Oh come on sugar, you had to know you were fucked the second you clenched your fists, hm?” She teased. Rán flicked her hair over her shoulder and twitched her fingers. The shadow grinned a toothy grin and sprung to its feet, jerking its human meat-sack with it. 

“Rán, baby, sweetheart, come on. I-I said I was sorry.” He rambled, trying to reach out his hands, but they stayed glued to his side. The panic in his eyes only grew. “I swear–I SWEAR I won’t do it again! Forgive me! Just forgive me please!”

“I’m not a very forgiving person.” She said with a tight smile. She took out her wand and tapped it against her split lip a few times. The wound and the blossoming bruise faded back into smooth, unmarred flesh. “Wait right here. Stay. Quiet.”

He didn’t listen, but she could hardly fault him. He was spiraling. It didn’t matter anyway. The shadow clenched its teeth together and all that could be heard were muffled whimpers. Nothing loud enough to break the soundproofing spells that wizarding apartments kept on their units to prevent noise complaints. 

She found what she was looking for on his dresser. An antique watch that cost a small fortune, passed down to Thomas by his father. She swished her wand and it lifted up into the air.

By the time she walked back into the living room, he’d stopped trying to talk. He was, however, frantically crying, and it made him look so ugly she couldn’t believe she’d ever let him touch her.

“Don’t look so glum.” She plucked her ritual stones from the table and dropped them back into her bag. The spell was already done, the spirit under her control. There was no need for them now. “You know, you really are doing me a favor. I appreciate that. Which is why I am going to make this quick and painless for each of us. Come on. Follow me.”

He didn’t have much of a choice. She snagged a bottle of fire whiskey from the cabinet, poured herself a glass, and then thrust the bottle in his direction. He mutely clutched it in his trembling hands and followed as she stepped out onto the balcony. He was whimpering and struggling so aggressively, spittle was leaking from the corners of his mouth. She sat the watch on the slender iron rail beside them.

“You’re going to want to drink up, baby. It’ll make this next part so much easier.” 

He didn’t want to, and she didn’t really care. The shadow raised a bottle to its lips, and the man followed suit. His jaw unhinged forcibly, and he sputtered the first time, coughing and spitting it back out. It flowed down his cheeks and onto his shirt.

“Oh don’t make a mess. Drink!” She held up her glass and tapped it against the bottle, knocking back the whiskey in one gulp. 

“P-Please.” His voice was raspy and half choked. “Please. If–if you ever loved me-”

She burst into riotous laughter. “Oh. Oh baby now it’s just getting sad. Don’t go out like this. It’s pathetic.”

He stared at her as she wiped a couple of stray tears from the corners of her eyes, forced out by her peals of laughter. Whatever he saw in her expression seemed to make everything clear. His sniffling slowed and came to a stop, and he lifted up the bottle and started to drink in earnest. When half the bottle was gone, she smiled at him.

“What a good boy. Now-” She flicked her wrist and the watch began to slip. “Go fetch.”

In the coming hours she would cry and clutch her father’s arm as she explained the tragic story of the terrible accident to the aurors. How she’d begged him not to drink so much, and how she’d tried to drag him away from the balcony. It’d never been up to code, and she’d complained about it dozens of times, but she never thought it would give way like that. And in the coming weeks, she would sniffle and shiver each time anyone brought up his name. When the investigation closed, she’d spend a few weeks in the Mediterranean with her grandmum to soothe her poor nerves. 

And in the evenings when she laid her head down on her pillows, the shadow on the wall would get down on all fours and bark.

It made them laugh every time.

[aakeysmash]

Katsuki just needs you to lay your eyes on him to get hard.

You can be sleepy and looking up at him with your eyes half open and he gets a boner.

Roughed up in the morning, teeth still not brushed and you just peek at him from one eye before snuggling into his open arms? He’s getting a boner.

Maybe you’re moaning with his food in your mouth while complimenting how good of a cook he is with sparkling eyes, and his blood rushes straight to his dick.

And it’s not always because he wants to fuck you, even if he does have a super high sex drive and would bend you over 4 times a day if you’d let him.

Sometimes it’s just because his heart skips a beat while thinking about how softly only you know how to look at his soul, even behind all his rough exterior.

[thatnewweeb]

Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.

At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.

They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.

Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.

When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.

You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.

It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.

After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.

He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.

You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.

When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.

From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Y/n: Hey I’m about to get in the shower. You wanna join me?

Tangerine: There’s a pistol taped underneath the island in the kitchen. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to shoot me. Aim for the head, don’t stop until I’m dead.

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”