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[journeyballs]

juice that makes you cum hard

You sit casually in your home, in your night gown that Kanaya made for you way back then, you sip on your juice, a juice that a nice looking anon has seemingly offered to you out of basic kindness.

To be honest, you find yourself a bit bored, a lot of your friends haven’t been showing their faces all that much, and it worries you, you know Scratch got rid of that friendship itch but you can’t help but feel like you’re still….craving something

Better yet, your balls feel all tingly at the moment, and not in the usual way, they almost feel….bubbling, like they’re utterly compact with swimmers, like if someone took a look at your semen through a microscope it would look more sperm then liquid, and the worst part is, the more you drink this juice anon gave you, the weirder you feel….whats even in this thing?

Oh

SPLURRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

You start gushing ropes like crazy

SPLURRRRT SPLURR SPLUUUUURRRRRRRT

Not just your normal ropes either, this is the condensed stuff, you can feel it from the way it travels through your shaft and on your skin, this is like jello compared to the normal pudding feeling your orgasms usually have.

SPLLLLLUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRTTTTT

You desperately hug your shaft in a vain attempt to try and choke back your climax, but you find that it only makes it worse, as it ends up bulging out your rod until it hurts too much to hold it end, making you have to release and let it shoot out all at once.

You desp-

S P L U R R R R R R R R T T T T T

You desperately crawl for your phone as you lay on the ground, you cock shooting your spunk everywhere, from the walls to the floor to the tv to the fireplace, some has even gotten on you!

You look into your contacts, and texting the first person you can to come to your house, it’s an emergency.

[rottingworship]

Bloodlust

[The Proxies x Reader]

Summary: You, a newly turned vampire, find yourself with a new group of friends. One night, things get dicey, leaving you running. When you are found, you come to the conclusion you are very frustrated. Your new friends are more than willing to help you out.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! Depictions of murder, blood drinking, biting, praise, vaginal sex, cream pies, oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, voyeurism, not so healthy relationship dynamics, not beta read (let me know if I missed any!)

Word Count: 7.1k

A/N: They/Them pronouns used for reader, but reader has a vagina. I have a second part of this planned. It will be more rough and definitely not as sweet as this one. I have a lot in mind for Vampire!Reader. The vampires aren't based off any particular media, either. Just a mesh of medias, I guess! this was supposed to be posted in October, but you get it now instead... this was me getting used to writing four characters at once, the next part will be very fun!

Being a vampire is new. Being able to smell everything, hear everything, and see everything is new. Your strength is something you never could have imagined. Sunlight is annoying now, practically burning you. Your body is always cold. You don't have to breathe, but it is something you are still used to doing. And every fucking time you inhale you are greeted with new scents.

Bloodlust though?

That's something you would not wish on your worst enemy. You almost wished you were dead when you woke up from being freshly turned. Or ‘saved’. Your throat was on fire and your entire body burned. Burned for something you did not want, but something you now needed.

Your first kill was horrid. Blood covered you and the victim. You wanted to sob but being a vampire does not let you do such human things.

Now? It's been almost three months since turning, and while you have a dysfunctional but somehow working support system around you, things still suck. Sometimes you wish you had not been spared. You wonder if this is a fate worse than death. But your friends do make it bearable. They keep you fed and do not seem to be judging you when you do happen to get messy. There is only one problem.

They all smell absolutely delicious.

Tim and Brian smell slightly better than your average human. You cannot help but wonder if your brain is playing tricks on you, since you are so close to them. You think that maybe you love them so much they now smell better than most. Toby is a slightly different story. He smells better than anything you can even remember loving as a human. You want to bite him and never let go. Ever. Your brain tells you to attack anytime he enters the room. ‘Latch on and do not release’ is all you seem to hear.

You have yet to have an incident around the men. They are careful with their sharp objects, and you are careful with your sharp teeth. There has been no instance where you have smelled them actively bleeding. Not until Toby decides to get your food by himself.

“Y– You-your eyes are changing.” Toby notices before anyone else. Normally, at least now that you aren't human, your eyes are red. Blood red. When hungry they get darker, until eventually, they are black. “I'll go get-get you some fresh bl-blood.”

He leaves before you can protest. Some time passes, about two hours, and Toby has not returned. He is pretty quick with his outings. You have grown anxious.

“Tim!” You shout as you walk down the hall, “Brian! Toby left and hasn't come back!” Brian's door opens first. Then Tim pokes his head out. You pout at the both of them and wait for them to come out of their rooms.

“Well shit,” Tim starts, “I sure wish we had something better than a bloodhound to find him.”

“Yeah, that'd be fucking insane.” Brian smirks at you.

“Ok, guys, I get it. I can smell him, but-” you fidget slightly, “I don't trust myself.” The mood shifts immediately. They both sigh and step out of their rooms. They meet you in the hall and you let them take the lead. “I can hunt him down. I just need my accountability partners.” You force a smile. You are joking, but only slightly.

“Accountability to not fucking murder Toby?”

“Suck him dry,” Brian laughs, “and not in the way he wants!”

Tim snorts. You blink at them. You stop and cross your arms. “Now is not the time for jokes…”

“I'm really not joking,” Brian shrugs and keeps walking.

You ignore him. A scent like nothing you've ever smelled before hits your nose and you almost moan. You cover your mouth and freeze. Your eyes widen and you look at Tim and Brian. “He's somewhere near.” It's taking all of you to not sprint towards the scent and devour him. “Someone is with him. I can smell more blood, that isn't his.”

Tim mumbles a ‘damn’ under his breath and you begin to take the lead. Toby is obviously hurt somewhere, potentially fighting someone off for you, and you need to find him. And not kill him. As you get closer the smell is taking over everything. A trail of blood appears before you. You stop yourself from figuring out if it is Toby's or whoever else is bleeding with him.

You see it, some man sprawled out, bloody and dying on the fall leaves. You begin to approach the body, hoping that if you feed, the want, no need, to ‘suck Toby dry’ leaves you. You do not get that far. A leaf crunches beside you, and Toby appears. Your head snaps towards him and you inhale sharply, your eyes narrowing. Your fists ball up immediately. He waves at you, says hi, and all you can do is hope you don't pounce. Your eyes scan him, and you see his thigh is slashed.

“Hey,” you hear Tim call your name. Blood is steadily coming from the cut on Toby’s thigh. You see it. Your eyes, dark and full of hunger, do not move from Toby. The need to feed is becoming stronger than the want to keep Toby safe. Toby does not move. It is almost as if he knows he's become the prey. Another crunch of leaves and a hand is grabbing your face. Harshly. “Hey.” Tim sounds much sterner. “Look at me. Focus on me.” Tim’s thumb rests on one cheek while his fingers grip on the other.

“I– I can't.” You want to sob.

“Okay,” Tim nods, “focus on that body.” He points to the twitching body on the ground by your feet.

Without thinking, you drop down on your knees. You grab the body violently; hatchet marks cover them. Your teeth sink into the soft flesh of the neck, and you begin to feed. You let out a low primal growl. Tim, Toby, and Brian, all watching you. Normally, they let you feed in peace. They never had watched you before. And now, here they are, staring at you, the back of your head burning from their stares.

You pull back from the neck and begin to bite and suck down the arm, getting as much ‘food’ as possible. Blood covers you. Your hands, mouth, and throat. By the time you are done you wish to cry. But you cannot. You are stuck, sitting with a bloody, dead body. Your friends are surrounding you. And your bloodlust is still lingering.

You turn towards Toby and watch him closely. Brian seems to have a sort of makeshift tourniquet on Toby’s thigh. The scent is still so strong. Your eyes hit a bloody knife inside the dead man's hand. The one he used to cut Toby.

“Don't-” Brian seems to know what you're looking at; know what you're thinking. You don't listen. Your hand snatches up the knife and you are quick to lick the blood up. Your eyes screw shut and you almost shiver. It is heavenly. It is not enough. Your head snaps towards Toby again and with a speed faster than the others can process, you are on him. He is on the ground faster than he knows it and you are leaning over him.

“Toby–” you growl, teeth gritting together, fangs bared.

“D-do it.”

Tim and Brian are frozen, watching in horror. You are much stronger than the both of them. You are stronger than the three of them put together, there is nothing they can do.

“Go a-ahead.” Toby is smiling under his muzzle. You are straddling him, pressing against his stomach, and your hands holding his shoulders down. You let out an animalistic noise, lowering yourself closer to Toby. His heart is pounding in his chest. He is not afraid though.

Far from it, actually.

It clicks. How he feels clicks in your head, and you are almost sent into a worse frenzy. You let out a strangled groan and leap up from Toby, and tear off deeper into the woods, going the exact opposite direction of your home.

Once your head is finally on straight, and you can think without wanting to murder, you find yourself on the outskirts of the city. Your shirt and pants are slightly ripped up from running through the thickest part of the woods. You, naturally, are unscathed. You cannot bring yourself to go home yet. You cannot hurt Toby. Dried blood covers you. It’s stuck to your skin; you feel it more than ever; painfully aware of how it’s dried and caked onto you in some areas.

You need to stay out of the sight of people, you know this. You don’t think that anyone is going to react normally to you. As you walk beside the almost empty road you look up at the sky. The moon is full; the stars are shining brightly. You sigh. Out of the corner of your eye you see headlights approaching, and they pass you just as quickly as they appeared. You look back at the road ahead of you and wrap your arms around yourself.

You hear tires screeching from behind you and the car that just passed turns back around, heading right for you. You look back at the blinding headlights and realize it is Brian’s car. You scrunch your face. You turn and keep walking. The car comes up beside you, and Brian rolls the window down. He looks over at you, your name rolling off his tongue. You do not look over.

“You aren’t running,” Brian states.

“Thank you for letting me know.” You huff.

“You don’t want to run,” Brian’s words make you stop. He pulls ahead a bit before pulling over on the side of the road. He gets out of the car and approaches you. “Listen,” Brian sighs, “something is going on–”

“No shit!” You snap. If you could, you would be crying right now. Everything is so much; everything is so, so amplified. You do not want to feel the need to eat the people who saved you. But here you are. Even now, you are keeping yourself from inhaling. You know Brian isn’t bleeding, and you are not hungry anymore, but your earlier actions have startled you. “I could have killed Toby! And you wouldn’t have been able to stop me!” You grip yourself tightly, holding your ripped sweater like a lifeline.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Brian comforts you. “You didn’t kill him. Toby really liked that anyway.” He smiles at you. A goofy grin. Your eyes drop to the road, and you instinctively suck in air, and you sigh out in frustration. Brian’s scent floods you. Your eyes look up at him and narrow. “Um,” He wants to take a step back, but he does not, “are you okay?”

Your brows furrow, sadness taking over. “I don’t… I don’t know.” You shake your head. “Brian?” He hums in response, and you continue. “I haven’t told anyone, but the three of you, especially Toby… You all smell different.”

“Like, stinky?” He seems concerned.

“Uh, no.” You laugh nervously. “Opposite, actually.” You rub your arm, comforting yourself. “You and Tim smell a lot better than the normal person, and Toby? He smells absolutely heavenly. That’s why I nearly lost it earlier. He smelled way better than that person he had handpicked for me to feed from. I can smell you guys even when you aren’t bleeding. It’s a lot. But bearable. I didn’t realize how much active bleeding would amplify it.”

“You didn’t realize?” Brian asks. “It’s out, it’s going to smell better. I would assume.”

“I know!” You want to yell. “I didn’t think… I’m just– Ugh!” You throw your hands up and walk past Brian, heading back towards the unknown.

Brian groans, spins around, and grabs you. “Stop.” You do not pull away. “You aren’t running, once again, you don’t want to run. If you did, you’d be gone by now. Look,” Brian stays where he is; behind you, holding your arm. You peek over your shoulder at him. “I know you don’t want to leave-”

“I have nowhere else to go.”

“That’s not the only reason you stay.”

“I don’t know why you came out here. I just tried to fucking kill Toby. He could have died, and so could you.”

“I’m here because we obviously want you around. You’re going through something, and we are not going to just let you leave because of that.”

You deadpan, “I’m also useful to you guys, and The Operator. I know that’s why I’m kept around. I’m surprised he didn’t try to stop me when I left.” You roll your eyes.

“Come on.” Brian maneuvers around you, “I can’t lie, you are useful. But you’re also kind and funny. And really hot.” Brian shrugs. “So,” he motions towards the car, “please get in the car and come back with me.”

You blink at him, baffled. “Hot?” You almost scream. “What the fuck!?” You throw your hands up again. Brian is caught off guard. You let out a loud groan and debate on flipping his car and leaving. You look towards the car and back at Brian.

“What are you thinking…?” Brian is cautious.

“I'm just frustrated!” You do scream this time. Eyes shut tight and fists balled.

Brian takes a moment before speaking. “Sexually?” He asks, completely nonchalant.

“Maybe!” You look at him, huffing. “Maybe…” You speak a little quieter. You throw your head back and whine. “I just need to shower…”

Brian motions towards the car again. “You can do that at home.” Home. You freeze. It is your home. It has been for a few months now. You, in discomfort, make a face at Brian. He groans, “What now?”

“How do you trust me? I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t.” Brian begins to walk towards the car. “Now come on.”

You are stuck. “Really, why do you think I wouldn’t hurt you?”

“Because I trust you, let’s go.” As soon as Brian says this, you shake your head. You need more answers. “I see the way you stare at us; you won’t hurt us.”

You look up at the sky, “Not intentionally-” Your nose burns. You inhale slowly and the feeling of wanting to pounce is returning. You look back at Brian and see him approaching you, a cut across his palm. He’s holding his hand up and out, his palm facing upwards. You are frozen, fighting the urge to destroy him. “Brian,” You whisper, eyes narrowing, “What are you-”

“I’m showing you something.”

“What if I kill you…?” You take a step back and he keeps on walking. He reaches you, his hand going towards you. “Brian, I’m being so fucking serious… I can’t control-”

“You aren’t starving anymore. You won’t hurt me. You can control it. You did earlier with Toby, and I don’t smell as good as him-”

“Brian…” You can’t look away from his cut. “Can I-”

“Go ahead.”

You, realizing how much stronger you are than him, make sure to gently grab his hand. You are thinking everything over a million times before you do it. The world is spinning and standing still at the same time. Brian is right, you are not starving, so you should not want to absolutely murder him. But you have not tested your self control to this level before. Your tongue runs up his palm and you feel Brian shiver. Your eyes shut and your fangs scrape his skin, ever so gently.

You let out a muffled moan as you slowly suck on the wound. Brian’s knees buckle. His hand tenses and you freeze. You do not want to pull away, your instincts are telling you to continue to drain him. But who you used to be is telling you to let him go. Your grip on him tightens as you battle with yourself. Then you hear Brian stifle a groan.

Immediately, you release him. You pull back and look at him with wild, animalistic eyes. You cock your head at him and wipe your mouth. “Sorry, are you alright?”

Brian nods, “More than alright…” He pauses briefly, “That’s not going to turn me, is it?”

You shake your head. “No, it will not. Did that hurt?” You bite the inside of your lip. “Because I've only ever killed people when feeding… And those people are most definitely not enjoying it.” You laugh.

“It, uh,” Brian is thinking, searching for the right words, “it felt good. It stung at first, but when you started to… ‘feed’, it felt amazing.”

You nod at him. “That makes sense. The man that turned me into a vampire, um, he said that” you gather your thoughts, “when one feeds from a human, there is a sort of like… Chemical, maybe? That will react with the human's blood, making them feel good. So, they don’t fight back as much. But it doesn’t turn the person. That is the actual ‘vampire venom’ that does that, but that burns. I know that from experience. The one that makes you feel good though? That wears off, eventually. Especially before death.”

“That would have been good to know before we almost killed your victims for you.” Brian smiles at you. “Can we go back now?”

“Sure, I guess.” You look at the wound again. “Let me fix that first.” You tear the hem of your already ripped sweater, getting just enough of the fabric to bandage his hand. You quickly wrap it up and pat it. “The feeling of pain will come back soon; we need to get home.”

The both of you make it to the car. You sit in the passenger seat, watching the road ahead of you, even if you are not even moving yet. Brian sits down and shifts. You inhale; you smell it again. Arousal. You know it isn’t your own. You are aroused as well though. You lick your lips and Brian’s blood is still on them, you grumble. You need more of him. You refrain. You rub your hands down your thighs; you are becoming antsy. Your brain is having a hard time wrapping around everything that is happening.

A hand is placed on yours. You look over at Brian, he gives you a reassuring smile. You bite the inside of your lip and calm down. You smile back at Brian and relax in the seat. Brian starts the car and as soon as the key is turned over his hand is on your thigh. You look over at him and wish for him to move his hand up. Further up your leg. You briefly think about moving his hand up your thigh, but before you can, Brian speaks up.

“I know that look in your eyes.” His eyes are back on the road; he doesn’t even look back over at you as he squeezes your thigh. “You’re about to do something.” He laughs. “You’re all bloody right now though. How about, after you get home and shower, we can… fix your frustrations.”

“I would like that.” You nod slowly. Getting home cannot come fast enough.

The rest of the ride is pretty quiet. The radio is turned down, so there is no noise. Brian’s hand is stuck to your thigh, squeezing it every once in a while. You have to hold back a moan. You want to latch onto Brian for a much different reason now.

He pulls up to the house and you jump out of the car. You shut the door and rush inside, scurrying to grab your things and jump into the shower. As you turn on the water, you hear Brian come into the house, you hear Tim ask him what happened. You hear Toby’s door open. You hear everything over the rushing water.

You try to not eavesdrop, but it is truly so hard when you can hear them like they are next to you. You hum softly, hoping your noise cancels out their speaking. It does not.

“What happened to your hand?” Tim asks Brian, and then quickly asks where you are.

“They’re showering.” It is all he gives his friend.

“What happened t-to your h-hand?” Toby sounds irritated.

Brian knows must know you can hear them. He says to ask you when you get out. How polite. You wash yourself as quickly as possible, and step out of the shower. You hear them start talking again.

“How did you find them?”

“Bloody, on the side of the road.” Brian starts. “We had a nice talk, and they vented their frustrations to me.” Okay, he knows I can hear him, you think to yourself.

“Wh-what kind of frustrations?” Toby asks. “Sexual?”

How the fuck do they all know? You want to scream. There is no response. You are certain Brian nodded at Toby. You get dressed and walk from the bathroom, take your clothes to the laundry closet, you hear mumbling, low and quiet. You can barely make out what they are saying. They immediately shut up as you walk in. You cross your arms and look at the three all standing around each other. They all turn to you at the same time, eyes boring into you. You want to scream.

“What the fuck did you say?” You look at Brian with confusion. You roll your eyes when there is no answer. “Why are you all three standing there… Conspiring against me?”

“Oh!” Toby smiles at you. With his muzzle off, his grin is frightening, leaving your stomach flipping. “I-I would say it’s the opposite of con-conspiring against you, dear.”

You are stuck. Toby is the first to step towards you. He’s wearing a black tank top and gray sweatpants. His cut has been bandaged completely; you can tell because the scent of his blood is not as strong as it was before. He still smells so good though, you are sure you are going to lose your mind.

“What happened to Brian’s hand?” Tim asks, snapping you out of your trance.

You look at Brian for reassurance. He nods, giving you the okay to share what happened. You look back at Tim. “He was proving a point to me,” You start, “that I can control myself.” Toby loses it. He twitches and his jaw clenches, before relaxing and he finally speaks. “You-you drank fr-from, from him?” He narrows his eyes at you, pointing at Brian.

“Yes.”

“And it was fucking hot!” Brian boasts.

You groan, placing your face in your hands. “Today's been a lot,” You are suddenly rethinking the earlier proposal from Brian. “I'm sure you are all tired–”

“No.” They all speak at once. Then Brian takes over the conversation. “We don't have to do this. But, I want you to know, we are here for you. No matter what you need.”

No matter what you need. There are heavy implications behind that. You can feel them. How he holds himself says it all. Tim and Toby seemingly agree. Toby is biting at the fucking bit to get to you; you can feel it. He is holding himself back extremely well. He shifts and you inhale slowly. They are all so aroused. Your jaw clenches and your eyes shut tight. You need to think.

“I've never done this.” You open your eyes and stare at the three of them. Toby’s head tilts and you notice his hand twitch. He is excited. “Had a threesome. I mean, I haven't done anything since being turned. What if I hurt one of you?”

“You-You won't. If you d-do, we-well we ha-have a wooden ste-steak.”

“You'd put me down? Just like that!?” You almost scream at him. Toby finds it funny.  You roll your eyes and cross your arms. “Really…” You stomp your foot a little bit. “I would not be able to live with myself if I accidently hurt one of you. And also, how are you going to decide who goes first?” You cock a brow at them.

“Me! M-Me! Brian got lu-lucky already, it's m-my turn!” Toby almost launches himself at you.

“Oh! So what am I? Chopped liver?” Tim grunts.

You have never had this much attention. It almost sends you into a spiral. “I promise, you'll all get a turn!” You put your hands up and speak without thinking. This ignites a fire in the men that is worse than whatever was going on before. They look like they are going to go absolutely mad to get to you. Toby immediately reaches for you. Without missing a beat, you are on the other side of the couch, staring at them.

“Ah,” You click your tongue. It clicks how much power you have at this moment. “I want to go over ground rules before we start this.” They all nod eagerly at you. “I need you all to tell me if it's too much. If I'm holding you too tightly or draining too much blood.”

“That it?” Tim crosses his arms at you.

You tap your chin. “I heal really quickly. Bite me, leave hickeys, do whatever. But–” You put a finger up, “Nothing too violent. I'm afraid if you happen to hit me I won't stop draining your blood. And then I'll have to face something I'd rather not even look at.”

“Sounds good enough.” Brian nods.

“Now,” You bite the inside of your lip, “I want to try something, if you're okay with it Toby?” He is the most excited. “I'll need my accountability partners here with me though.” You smile at Tim and Brian. They agree. “I want to taste you, if you're okay with that?” You know his answer. You need it verbalized.

“Y-yes! I tho-thought you wo-would never ask!”

“What am I supposed to do? If you start killing him?” Tim seems curious. More curious than concerned.

“I don't know!” You smile at them, shrugging. “Do you want to do this out here? Or on a bed?”

Toby sits on the couch and excitedly pats his lap. “H-Here. Th-the couch.” You nod. You stalk towards him, the thought of feeding from him is doing something for you. You stop in front of him.

“Toby?” Your eyes move from his eyes to his thigh, back to his eyes. Toby hums in response, slightly agitated you have not sat on his lap yet. “Um,” You purse your lips, “You don’t mind being, uh, naked in front of your friends do you?”

Toby laughs. “No.” His answer is short and sweet.

“Okay,” You nod, “take your pants off.”

Toby obliges. “Th-thought you w-would n-never ask.” He slides his sweats off, and he is not wearing any underwear. You bite your lip, seeing his cock is already hard. You drop to your knees immediately and scoot completely up to him. Toby’s hand instinctively rubs at his cock as you situate yourself, precum dripping from the head.

You grip the couch cushion and look at the bandage on Toby’s thigh. “Mind if I-”

“Please,” Toby whines. “Do so-something. I’m-I’m begg-ing.”

You rip the bandage away and stare at the wound momentarily. It definitely is not as bad as it seemed earlier. Your pupils are dilated, and you look up at Toby, wide eyes watching him, waiting for consent to go wild on his wound. You cannot even muster the will to ask if you can, you lick your lips and as soon as the brunette nods at you, your grip tightens on the couch cushions.

You know if you grab his legs you are going to bruise him. You do not take into consideration he would like that. Your eyes shut and you lick a stripe across the cut. You moan. Loudly, you moan into his thigh. One of the cushions pops under your white-knuckled grip. Foam comes out from between your fingers and Toby whimpers. This sends you into a fucking frenzy.

You let out a low, primal growl. Your eyes shoot open and meet Toby’s. His hand is working on his cock, stroking it. Tim and Brian are standing behind the couch, watching you become feral looking. They are turned on too. You can smell arousal all around the room.

“Bite- Bite me.”

You smile against his skin. You oblige. What sort of person could deny such an airy, whiny request? Not you, that is for sure.

Your eyes stay on Toby’s; you do not look away. Your fangs gently sink into his skin, and you let out a low groan. Fuck. You are not sure if you can let go now. You do not want to. Your tongue laps up the blood, and you begin to suck on the place you just bit. Your eyes shut, a shiver going down your spine, and your hand grabs Toby’s thigh.

Your nails dig into the skin. Toby shifts and you know he cannot feel the pain, but you do not want to cause any harm to him. But, at the same time, you want to drain him dry. He tastes divine.

“Do you feel it?” Brian asks, voice low. “The euphoria?” His hand is on the back of the couch; he is looking right at Toby.

Toby moans, and then softly whines. “Y-Yes.”

While Brian is asking Toby that question. Tim is focused on you. While it is completely sexy what you are doing, he does not want Toby dying. Tim says your name, trying to catch your attention, but you do not immediately pull away. Tim walks from around the couch and his hand hits your shoulder. A possessive growl escapes you. Tim does not falter. He snatches your shoulder back and you release Toby. Ready to latch onto whatever is stopping you. You do not register it as Tim at first. Just some threat stopping you from feeding.

“Hey,” Tim’s voice is low and stern. “You drank enough.”

Red warmth covers your mouth, throat, and chest. Your fangs are bared at Tim and your grip is tight on Toby’s thigh. Tim grabs your face and lowers himself to your level. You are still on your knees.

“You know,” He starts, “I’d kiss you right now, if you weren’t covered in Toby’s blood…”

This snaps you out of it. You pause briefly. Your eyes are back to normal, pupils blown from ecstasy. “You would?” Your face softens.

“Come- Come on!” Toby groans. “Thi-This dick is-isn’t g-gonna suck itself.”

You look back at him and bite the inside of your lip. Tim releases your face and shoos you back to Toby. You crawl back to him, resuming your earlier position.

“I would like to note,” You start, “I have not sucked dick since getting fangs. I’m so sorry if-”

“Don’t be.” Toby swallows hard. “Pl-Please, just- just do s-something.”

You licked over the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding long enough to get Toby off. He can take care of it after you are done with him. You wipe your mouth with your hand, quickly wiping the blood away. One of your hands rests on Toby’s thigh and the other goes towards his cock. Toby twitches as you touch him. He whimpers again as you touch him. You gently pump up and down and place your mouth over the tip. You begin to take him into your mouth, and you quickly realize you do not have a gag reflex anymore.

Your eyes open and look up at Toby. He is watching you closely, not daring to look away. “Keep- Keep looking at m-me.”

His voice is whiny, but he sounds so demanding at the same time. You follow his instructions. You moan as you suck his dick, head bobbing up and down. Your eyes don’t break away from Toby’s. One of your hands goes towards the heat between your legs. You moan again as you touch yourself.

Toby is slowly coming undone. Your pace on Toby picks up as your thumb finds your clit. It is becoming difficult, keeping up with everything. Making sure you do not hurt Toby, bringing yourself pleasure, and making Toby feel good. It is all so much.

“I’m-” Toby’s voice is airy, “-close.”

Toby has been restrained, but as soon as your eyes shut, ecstasy close to washing over you, Toby seems to sense that. His hips begin to buck into you; your hand was not there to restrain that. You gasp, shocked at the sudden movement, and your eyes open back up, wide and full of surprise.

Toby releases into your mouth. You, without thinking, swallow. You pull back from Toby and let out a growl. “Toby! I was close too! Now I’m just aching-”

“That was hot.” Brian interrupts you.

You stand up from Toby and look at Brian. Your eyes narrow and you huff. “Oh it would have been so much hotter if I got to come too!”

“I can fix that,” Tim takes a step closer to you. “Plus, I’m the only one who you haven’t fed from. You aren’t full, are you?”

Your eyes darken and you smile at him, “Of course not, Tim.” You realize just how bloody you are from Toby and pause. “Let me at least clean this blood off.”

Tim nods. As you walk to the bathroom, Tim follows you. You grab a washcloth and wet it. You take your shirt off, and Tim’s eyes wander to your chest. You are wearing nothing under your shirt. Tim does not say a word as he watches you clean up. He only watches. You watch him from the mirror. As your hand rubs the cloth across your skin, his eyes follow. Your movements are slow and meticulous. You smile at him, while looking at the mirror, as his eyes come back up to yours.

As you put the washcloth in the dirty clothes, you look at Tim. “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s go to my bedroom.” He looks ravenous. You feel the way he looks.

You grab his hand and follow behind him as he leads you to the bedroom. Brian and Toby seem to hear you and begin to make their way to the room as well. You look back and see Toby is wearing his pants again, his wound most likely bandaged… again. Tim does not give you time to think about Toby’s blood. You are pushed against the wall, opposite of the door, and you look at Tim with surprise.

“Can I drink from you?” You give him a soft smile.

“Please,” He groans. You nod, excitedly, and you grab Tim’s shoulders and pull him closer. You begin to kiss at his neck. You kiss down the spot you want to bite. The spot where you can feel his pulse racing. He is not nervous though. He does not feel nervous at all.

 Before you bite him, Tim’s hands are wandering up and down your body. His hands tracing your cold skin, his fingers pinching at your nipples, before finally traveling to your waistband. As he pulls at the waistband of your pants, your teeth sink into his neck. He freezes up momentarily. You smirk against his skin. He feels it.

Tim grips your hip and his hand slides past the waistband, easily finding your pussy. He moans out as you slowly suck on his skin. He does not falter as you continue, his fingers pushing past your folds and into your entrance.

He begins to pump in and out, slowly at first. His thumb finds your clit and it is your turn to freeze up. Tim smiles and lets out a laugh. “How does it feel?” He coos at you. You lap at his neck and pull back. “How does it feel, them watching us?” Tim's head tilts. Your eyes move from Tim and towards Toby and Brian. You let out a whine, and Tim’s thumb grazes over your clit again.

“Feels good-” You look back at Tim. You clench around his fingers and Tim smiles.

“Want me to fuck you in front of them?”

You cannot answer. You only nod. Tim, noticing you are not as messy as you were with your earlier feeding, kisses you. His tongue slips into your mouth and his fingers work on you until you are coming undone. You clench around him again and moan into Tim’s mouth. Your hips buck into his hand and your legs are turning to jelly.

Tim pulls back and removes his hands from your pants. Your eyes open and you give him a confused look. He slides his belt off and you stand there, still slightly disoriented.

“Im going to fuck you, remember?” He says it so nonchalantly. Oh yeah. You nod but still just stand there. “Do you want me to do that with your pants on?” He questions you.

Oh… You are embarrassed now. If heat could rush to your cheeks, you would be on fire. You huff and slide your pants and underwear off. You stand uncomfortably for a moment. Your eyes look back at Toby and Brian. They are watching you, only you. You feel so small under their gaze. And for a moment, you forget how strong you are. You forget you could have the upper hand at any given moment.

“You still okay?” Tim asks.

You nod. “Just getting comfortable.”

“We have all night, sweetheart,” He is standing only in his underwear now.

“And all of tomorrow.” Brian smiles.

“Y-yeah.” Toby speaks up. “You-You can’t g-go out during th-the day.”

He has a point. “I think you three will not last all night and tomorrow with me.”

“That a challenge?” Tim asks, his brow cocking.

You shrug. “You three are humans, and I am not. I have pretty much endless stamina.”

“That’s a challenge.” Brian smirks.

You look at Tim, “Please, just fuck me.”

“Of course.” He smiles.

Tim is out of his underwear and on you in seconds. You are flush with the wall, and Tim is pressed against you. His hand grabs at your thigh, and you wrap it around his waist. Tim’s cock pushes into you and you groan. He lets out a low moan and you hear his heart rate pick up. Your hands are on his shoulders, and you press your forehead to his. Your arms wrap around his neck and refrain from scratching his back. You are still learning your own strength.

In no time, Tim is pumping in and out of you. Your hips are chasing his every time he pulls away and his hands are gripping you tightly. His bruising grip does not let up, it only becomes tighter as you moan and whine for him.

“Tim,” You cry out, “I’m-”

Tim’s pace quickens but is still not sloppy. His movements are thought out and nowhere near sloppy. The sound of him fucking you fills the room, and for you it is only amplified. You can feel, hear, and smell everything way better than when you were human. It is making you come quicker.

“Where can I-?”

Tim starts, and you do not let him finish. “Inside.” You huff out, “can’t get pregnant.”

That is all the reassurance he seems to need. Everything in you becomes tense. You are starting to see stars. As you come, so does Tim. He releases inside of you. You are nowhere near done though.

“Brian,” You lean your head back against the wall, Tim pulls away, his come is spilling out of you. Brian perks up. “Lay on the bed please. Preferably not clothed.” Brian is quick to undress and get on the bed. He is hard, seems to have been since you drank from him earlier. You bounce back fast and go towards the end of the bed. “Mind if I ride you?”

He shakes his head. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You nod. You get on the bed and crawl up towards Brian, straddling him. You hover above his cock and place one of your hands on his chest. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“It won’t be.”

You nod. You place yourself on his cock and begin to move slowly. You begin to bounce, your pace becoming steady. You are slow at first. Brian grabs your hips with his hands. His grip is about as strong as Tim’s. It is fueling you. You lean forward slightly, one hand still on Brian’s chest, and the other grabbing the headboard.

It is becoming a lot for you. All the sensations are so much. The sound of your skin smacking against his, the feeling of Tim and Toby watching you, and the smell of blood and arousal in the room.

Brian’s hands guide you, almost forcing you to go faster. Figuring that must be what he wants, you pick up the speed. Your nails dig into the wood of the headboard, scratching the polished surface.

“Fuck!” Brian hisses out. “Just like that. You’re so good-” He reassures you.

You lean forward slightly, beginning to see stars again. “Shit!” You cry. “I can’t-” You make sure to not push down on his chest. Instead, you put all of your strength into the hand grabbing the headboard. You hear it snap as Brian comes inside of you. You do not immediately get off of him. Your fingers are digging into the splintered wood as your pace finally slows.

“Fuck,” You pull your hand from the headboard. “I’m so… Damn, I’m sorry.” You lean against Brian as you come back down from your high and you huff.

“You broke my headboard.” Tim sounds unamused.

“And- And the co-couch is fucked too.” Toby mentions, causing you to groan.

Brian’s arms wrap around you, and he laughs. “Come on guys, they’re still learning their own strength.”

“Yeah!” You snap back. “You’re all lucky I didn’t hurt any of you… More than I may have…” Brian’s hand rubs up and down your back. “As much as I would love to sit here, I need to clean up. And you three probably need to take some Motrin or something. Those bites will hurt soon.”

You push yourself up and begin to walk towards the bathroom. As you are leaving the room, Toby starts to speak to Brian and Tim. You ignore it, since he seems to be talking to them, and not you. You tune out what he is talking about and begin to clean yourself up. Again.

As you slide into the hot shower all you can think about is the new relationship forming between the four of you. You sigh and relax in the water. You do not have a care in the world, not even to Toby is talking about just outside in the room across the hall. All that matters is you have three people who seem to accept you. Even if you are some bloodlust ridden creature.

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Dream a Little Dream of Me…Getting Absolutely Railed by My Giant Stuffed Teddy Bear.

Plushies!Joel x F!Reader

Idk if anybody remembers but I had written a blurb about Plushies!Joel dreaming about Giant Teddy coming to life and fucking reader. The post got flagged so I don’t remember exactly what was on it, however I decided to re-write something based on it again. 

Warnings: Freaky Shit. Giant Studded Teddy bear comes to life and fucks you. heavy breeding kink. Cuck!Joel. Masturbation. Pregnant sex, riding, doggy and missionary style besties we do it all. sex dream. Daddy kink. dub to non con if you count sleeping Joel fucking awake reader.

18+ ONLY

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“You ever tried taking melatonin?”

Joel rolled his eyes. Jesus, all he wanted to do was rant to his brother about his sleep problems, not be prescribed some drug—

“—they sell it in gummy form. Aint a drug.”

—Alright fine, some mythical gummy bear, that will help him sleep.

“S’fine.”

“They’re pretty good. Got different flavors—“

“It ain’t the gummy bit I care about. I’m a grown man. Can swallow a regular pill.”

“Then try it.”

So that’s how Joel found himself shrugging down two fairly large sized pills, gulping it down with a glass of water.

You had just finished your shower, your skin glowing with a sheen of moisture. “You ready for bed? I brought kitty back!” You wave the infamous squishmellow out in front of you temptingly, hoping to entice your very grumpy, back-aching boyfriend into a soothing slumber. 

Joel snatches Kitty. “I’ll use her again, but I expect that ass up front.” He’d spent the last 10 minutes neatly removing most of your bed plushies and organizing them along the bench, their beady little eyes staring back at him.

With a kiss to his scruffy cheek, you drag him into the now available bed. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

So there he is, with a plush shoved under his back, your body curled against his front, facing him. 

He breathes heavily, slowly, inhaling your fresh shampoo and body wash. You smelled of vanilla and mint, and it instantly soothed the rough edges of his brain. He didn’t expect the pills to do much, still a little worried that tonight would be yet another restless night. 

He’s about to just close his eyes, lie there and will himself to sleep, until he feels your fingertips lightly tracing the outline of his face.

His eyelids flutter open. “Whatchu doin’?”

“Just relax.” You press your soft lips to his nose. 

Joel grumbles but closes his eyes again, taking a deep breath. 

Your gentle touch strokes along his hair, around his ear, down his jaw, and drawn across his chin before circling round again. It did feel kinda nice. Tickled, but in a soothing way. He cleared his throat, shifting a tad bit.

“Stop squirming and just relax.”

“I am,” he grumbles back, his eyes fluttering open. he’s greeted by your sweet grin coaxing him under your charm. 

He loves lookin’ at you. 

Quite frankly, he loves living with you. There was something domestic about it he hadn’t experienced in a long time, since he was just a kid. Home. That was where you are. Despite his current sleep troubles, albeit a life of a poor and inconsistent sleep routine now catching up to him in such a newly domesticated, routinely life with you, he loves being able to say 'I’m going home to my girl.' 

…And his 200 stuffed animal roommates. But he had already become so intimately familiar with them, they didn’t bother him in the slightest.

Joel can still see Big Brother Teddy slumped in the corner of the room behind you. He chuckles, shaking his head. “Been a minute.” He nods towards the abandoned giant bear.

Your thumb glides over his cheekbone. “Yeah. But I got the next best thing right in front of me.” He smiles with you, pulling you in for an honest kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers, his breath so warm and familiar against your face.

“I love you too,” you whisper back. “Now close your eyes damnit or I’ll blindfold you next.”

He tuts but obeys. Whatever makes you happy. Who knows, maybe this little face tickling thing will help you fall asleep, and that’s all that truly matters to him—

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He’s snoring loudly like a grumbling bear, drool trickling out of his mouth and on to his pillow. Nothing is able to stir him awake, not even your little pokes to his puffy cheeks.

Stirring his loins awake, however…

He doesn’t know he’s dreaming, although the site to behold in front of him should be a clear indicator.

Joel stands at the corner of the room, like he always does when he watches you, his little porn star, perform depraved acts on your innocent little plushes. This time was no different.

Except Big Teddy wasn’t under you. He was on top of you. 

And he was fucking.

The bear gripped your sides with his rounded arms, his hips pumping wildly between your legs. You were sprawled out, gorgeous, moaning and tossing your head in ecstasy as the bear absolutely railed you with his—his—

His giant teddy bear cock.

It was massive, filled to the brim with what he can only hope is copious amounts of cotton, and yet the fur on it matched that of the rest of him. Curly and short and fluffy, drenched in your fluids as he plunged back inside your sopping cunt.

“J-J-Jooeeellll,” you whine hoarsely.

Joel opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He has no words. Teddy’s beady eyes turn towards him. It would be creepy were it not for the way he starts fucking you harder, pounding that pussy like his teddy life depended on it.

“oH-OH fuck me Teddy that’s it..right there—yeah-yeah—uughhh fuck me Teddyyyyyyy,” you whimpered, grinning up at the bear. You cradled your arms around his thick, stuffed neck, and he embraced you. You body wrapped around him like a mating press, heels thrusting in the air, Teddy working his massive bear cock in and out of you. He can hear the squelching, like you were dripping and his member was soaking it all up.

It was the most confusing boner Joel had ever had in his life.

He was transfixed by the press of his cotton belly rubbing along your stomach, beefy arms engaging you. You looked so helpless under your big and full-of-life Teddy, yet you clung to him like someone safe and comfortable, much like how you hold on to Joel in that very same position. 

Joel could even tell when you came: your body seizing up, lips agape as your orgasm tore through you. Teddy slowed his pace, rutting into you deep and pausing there so he could feel that pussy spasm around his dick. You finally let out raspy moans, groaning with a smile, pulling Teddy’s big round ears down. And you kissed him. Tongue and open mouthed on his sewn shut string curved into a simple smile, all while your eyes looking hungrily towards Joel. Slitted and aroused in the same way you always look at him when you’ve just squired on any of your other stuffies that Joel talked you through.

And suddenly, words fall from his mouth like natural. “You ain’t done givin’ it to Teddy, yet, are ya baby?” Joel asks rhetorically. “Show Teddy what you can do.”

“I wanna ride it, Teddy,” you rasp at Joel. 

You flip the two of you over, with you now straddling his massive soft tummy. Joel finds himself seated, his cock out and painfully hard in his fist. Teddy lies back, enjoying the view of your sexy body poised above him. 

It was so oddly familiar. Joel had definitely been in that position before.

Teddy had also been in this position many times too. He could practically feel the way you ran your palm flat against his fuzzy chest, fingers sifting through the tufts of hair. Teddy rubbed his—and I cannot stress it enough myself—fingerless paws(?) across the expanse of your thighs before trailing up your waist and onto your tits.

You placed your hands over top his, letting him grope your breasts. “Teddy Bear.” You let out little pants and coos, giggling as you began rocking your hips, working him back inside you.

“Yeah, yeah that’s it babygirl. Show Teddy what that pussy can do.” Joel keeps his eyes poised ahead while he started stroking his member. “How does Teddy feel? Tell him. Tell him what you want.”

You let out a hoarse cry, riding the giant stuffed and lively animal faster. “Fuck Teddy, FUck me right there! I wanna show Teddy a good time, show Teddy what a —ugh—a good fuck I am. Mmmm It feels sooooo good inside. He’s so fucking big. I want Teddy to touch me here—“ You squeeze his paws firmly again over your breasts—“right on my tits while I ride you. I feel so safe with you, Teddy. I want you to put a baby right here—“ 

Teddy’s palm drifts lower until it’s positioned over your belly, and Joel lets out an audible groan.

“Right here Teddy, Wanna be bred with your cubs. Want your cotton filling me up till I’m bursting with your babies—fuck—fuck please—please breed me Teddy!”

Joel pumps his cock faster in the same rhythm that you’re bouncing on top of Teddy. Your thighs strain, tits jumping with each rise and fall of your sweaty body. Eventually you place both arms on Teddy’s chest, trying your best but failing to stay upright as you grind your mound on his fuzzy belly, working yourself tirelessly to release. The fur was sticky and damp with your fluids. Teddy gripped you harder, urging you back and forth, using him to get yourself off. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Joel groans under his breath. The schlick sounds of his fist over his dick can be heard across the room. “Fuck Teddy, FUck your Teddy bear like Daddy fucks you—make him breed you, get ya all round with his cubs—fuck baby you’d look so fucking hot pregnant with Teddy cubs…”

He feels he’s ready to burst any second now. He closes his eyes, leaning back, ready to cum, but when he reopens them, the scene has changed:

It’s like a new day, but Teddy’s fucking you from behind. Your cheeks is pressed into the duvet, ass in the air with Teddy’s paws slapping you, a satisfying smack echoes in time with the way it jiggles. You look a bit—thicker around the hips too. It’s the first thing he noticed, right before you get up on your arms slowly and reveal the very prominent second thing—

Your rounded, pregnant belly settling low. You stare at Joel’s dumbfounded expression, biting your lips with a smirk. “Do you like it, Daddy?”

Teddy wraps a possessive paw around your middle, showcasing your beautiful swollen belly. Your hand reaches behind you to sift through his fuzzy head, his button nose nuzzling your ear as he slowly grinds your ass into him.

“I—I—“ Joel’s panting really hard. He hasn’t blinked in what feels like forever. He may have thought about what you would look pregnant, but he’d never actually been able to put an image to it until he dreamed about Teddy getting you there.

Your tits swayed with each pound too, the weight of your new body forcing each pounce to have a slow reaction. 

You looked fucking amazing.

“Teddy filled ya with his cotton, did he?” Joel got up from his chair, his hand never leaving his aching member. “He get ya filled with those cubs?” 

You nod with a giggle. “Feel it, baby.” dragging his hand to your belly, Joel instinctually splays his wide palm and fingers over the heft.

“Fuck me,” he hums, amazed. He was expecting a squishy feel to it, genuinely thinking Teddy had just filled you with cotton, but instead it was hard and heavy.

“How many cubs do ya think you got in there?”

You bring your hand down to Joel’s cock, replacing his to start jerking him softly. He lets out an audible whimper. 

“I don’t know. Teddy stuffed me so full.” 

The Bear continues to pound your ass, but your attention was entirely on Joel Miller’s blazing erection.

“Say it again,” he growls, thrusting into your hands.

“Teddy bred me, Daddy.”

“Again.”

“Filled me with his cotton, knocked me up with his baby cubs—“

“Again!”

“I’m so fucking full of babies, Joel, feels like I’m gonna burst any minute—Teddy filled me with his love, I love Teddy so much daddy fuck—!”

Joel grips the back of your head and pulls you, smashing his lips onto you. He shutters all over before releasing his load, hot, sticky and blindingly good all over your swollen belly and tits. You keep stroking him, forcing him to give it all, making a white ropey mess over your beautiful body. “Fuck-fuck baby you’re so fucking hot, getting bred by Daddy’s Teddy—Daddy gave him to ya, didn’t I? Yeah—fuck babygirl fuck, knew you’d be perfect like this—!“

“JOEL MILLER!!!!”

He lets out a sudden snort, eyes fluttering open. He feels his senses come back to him: your body pressed snugly against his chest, his cock nudged between your thighs, ass hugging his balls. He has his arms wrapped around your front, caging you against him. You’re both sweating, hot and wet especially under the covers. The outline of your shoulder comes into focus, and there’s Teddy sitting lifeless in the corner still.

“W-what…?” He blinks a few times, his hold on you not letting up. He can still feel the aftermath of that glowing orgasm, his dick pulsing against your sopping pussy.

You let out a sigh. So he definitely was sleeping through it all: the humping against your ass, mumbling words and moans, then grasping your body right against him in a frenzied fuck fest. You’d thought he was gonna squeeze the air out of you. No matter what you tried, he wouldn’t get out of this trance, and started sliding his leaking cock between your legs. You were too confused and even more so aroused to be able to really put up a fight. Pumping in and out of your wet folds with desperation. It wasn’t until he was splashing his cum on your thighs, and you falling prey to your own orgasm that you heard him distinctly murmur something about your ‘pregnant Teddy cub belly’ that you had finally given up all decency and screamed, forcing him to wake.

“What…the fuck…were you dreaming about???”

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A neglected reader x batfam where she's dating klarion 👀.

Like.. Imagine, the reader was loved by Bruce and everyone in the fam but ever since the death of Jason, they begun to forget about her because of their grief. They distanced themselves without even noticing, busying themselves with works and crime fighting.. Not noticing that a certain someone had been distancing themselves.

Reader is the type of person who doesn't like to chase after someone. If she feels that she's being pushed away then she'd just back away.. Of course she'd try to communicate with them but if it keeps failing then she'd stop. She also noticed how her father took in Tim and that was when she gave up.

She'd often sneak out of the mansion and that's how she met klarion. Reader somehow befriended both Child and klarion. Her friendship with klarion became something more and then BOOM! She's dating him (very odd trio considering that child and klarion are both chaos Lords and have a very poor relationship with one another but let's pretend that reader somehow befriended the two of them 🙂)

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I'm really trying to do these in order, but damn, do some of the newer stuff you send unsmooths my brain-

This is me when I saw the Lost Twin Sister of Bruce, and One Night Stand asks you sent:

Post scriptum- Slighty murderous reader- unintentionally murderous if you will :))

I heard your Child and Klarion- I'll get there- I just want to get this little thing outta my head.

After Jason died and everyone grieved in the worst way possible, maybe you included, you were understanding, taking care of Bruce and Dick even if they were short, but that quickly ended when Tim came around, took Robin's place and started getting the families praise for what she had been doing before he came.

Any pity you had for them died and got buried with Jason, and you've become a silent menace.

So, when newly escaped from the assassin's league Jason saw your 16 year old self grumbling to herself while chipping at a ledge Bruce and Tim started using as their perch point for surveilance- he couldn't help but smile. It was methodical enough for the bats to think it happened naturally, a bit there, a bit more on the chips that already existed- it'll be sturdy enough to hold Tim, but as soon as Bruce lands, they'll both go down.

You flinched at his voice from beneath you, leaning over a sturdy part of it, only to be met with a red helmet across the building, the man standing on the balcony in one of the smaller apartment buildings.

"...Mind your own business, motorbike fetishist."

Jason snorted as you went back to work, cleaning up. "I don't think the bats would apreciate you messing with their shit." And you just huffed. "Well, I don't appreciate them sending my boyfriend to hell. And this is public property."

"Boyfriend?" Jason didn't come back from death just to have you thinking you're grown and, good heavens, DATING some lowlife in prison. "Minding your own business will keep you alive, newcomer."

The anger only got worse when he found out how they've been treating you, and that the boyfriend was actually a Lord of Chaos, and they didn't even know it.

Speaking of- that's about how you met Klarion and Child.

They were ignoring you, so you took the chance to let out some steam. It was small inconveniences at first, all left shoes going missing, switching around the place of things on their belts, mixing red food dye in the softener.

Alfred knew it was you, he saw you standing in the middle of the kitchen and staring at the cupboard, and the next hour he heard a crash and found Tim crying, in one hand his coffee mug, in the other the cupboard door- matter of fact- every cupboard and countertop door was on the floor as if Tim simply opening one created a domino effect. He didn't say anything. If they couldn't tell it was you, that was their problem.

That escalated the more Tim took over, starting to act like he was the only one Bruce needed. Maybe it was a mix of jealousy and anger, resentment- you weren't sure, but it did get worse, both your feelings about them and your mischief.

Klarion already had his eyes on the family, on Bruce, so when his senses tingled when one of his brats essentially became Discord reincarnated, he was giggling up a storm- he didn't care about the undead one anymore- you were more fun.

He enjoyed it- watching you put sticks in their lives, creating cracks in Bruce's relationship with Selina, making Tim so paranoid that every day he's on the edge of a breakdown, Dick's life was a mess around this time anyway, the little pushes you gave from afar just made everything thumble down.

He didn't expect the help he gave you for free, pushing things towards you and giving you ideas in your dreams, and he sure as hell didn't expect to do such a human thing as falling in love.

It made him cackle. Him? Falling in love with a human? He'd laugh until his stomach hurt just to ignore the longing in his chest. But he couldn't watch from the shadows forever, it wasn't his style, and when you almost slipped into the Lazarus pit as you were fucking around with it- he simply counldn't have hisfavorite human die.

You became friends. At least in your mind, he was already gathering information on binding your souls to one another. Not just one way, he wanted to show you how willing he was to trust you with such an important part of him.

Soon enough, you met Child, and initially, she "befriended" you just to annoy Klarion, seeing him throw tantrums over you being busy with her was entertaining. She had to reevaluate the choices she made that eneded with her in your room, watching some shitty horror movie as you painted her nails.

She knew she was in deep when you looked at her with a smile, calling her and Klarion your best friends. She hated it. She was so angry after, mainly at how easily she let her guard down around you, how happy she got when around you.

She got why Klarion was so enamored with you. Child took it upon themselves to protect you... Protect to a lord of chaos meant something different- especially adding in Child's hate toward Klarion.

The witch boy knew the blonde was trying to mess with his relationship with you, jokes on them both, you already knew they both were crazy and enemies, so you really didn't believe anything that they said about the other one.

And above all, Teekl was utterly obsessed with you. The familiar was on you whenever it could, refusing to leave your lap most of the time and purring constantly in your presence. Poor thing would get so annoyed once your relationship with Klarion became official, and he'd try to touch you while the cat was in your embrace.

Bruce didn't notice shit. But John Constantine sure as hell did- well, he saw the cat and connected the dots.

At first, he just thought the thing bonded to a human by accident and decided to stay for the warmth and cuddles. He's seen you dote on the thing like it was a baby, for fuck's sake. And then he met Klarion and his familiar. The same one you took care of.

Yeah, he wasn't going to have Bruce's kid on his mind- Klarion's probably draining her energy or whatever his little evil self is doing (like whining and crying your ear off when the Young Justice League don't want to play with him but are entertaining Shazam)

And thus, why you are upping Bruce's and Tim's misfortune, even if you know that your lover will be back tomorrow.

Jason uses this card in the big fight with Bruce, and the man has to stay awake the whole night just to think of a way to bring up to his daughter this- I mean- what do you even say to your teen daughter dating a 16 million years old Lord of Chaos?

...

He goes out as Brucie that night, getting so hammered that he barely remembers the discussion. He freezes when he sees you with that blasted cat, feeding it caviar. Alfred's look says that Bruce is on his own with this.

[typing-catastrophe]

could you write a stanford pines x reader headcanon where the reader is an artist and always draws him and draws in his journals when he isnt looking? maybe he talks to the reader about the drawings and they get really flustered i dunno!!! <3

oohhh! yeesss, that's a great idea! thank you anon ^^ hope this is okay, enjoy!

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Your little habit started out even before Stanford came back. Dipper saw you sketching in your notebook from time to time, and asked you to draw something for him in the journal. He handed it to you and pointed next to a text he'd written about some anomaly (maybe a Manotaur or the Pterodactyl). First you were unsure, how would you feel if someone randomly decided to draw in your sketchbook? But it actually seemed really fun, and you didn't want to disappoint Dipper. Also it was in the spirit of research and preserving observations. And honestly, what were the odds the mysterious author would ever show up again?

With that attitude you began, whenever you got the chance to, to doodle yours and the twins encounters with the countless strange phenomena in gravity falls into the journal.

Well, oops? Seemed like the universe decided that not long after you started doing so, it was the right time for the author to come back.

It wasn't a big deal really, Dipper kept the journal for most of the time and Ford told him that he liked the additions he made. You weren't sure if he only meant the notes Dipper added, or if he even knew that someone else drew the newly added creatures.

It didn't take long for you and Ford to get to know each other better and spend more time together. Literally everything about him was just so fascinating. From the way he talked about his dimensional travels, anomaly hunts and research, his interest in a shared hobby of yours (dd&md), to the way he held himself. And, even if you were a bit embarrassed to admit it, his looks.

You couldn't help it, he was captivating. So to no surprise, one day you found yourself sitting on the shack's porch, looking over at Ford standing in the yard, working away at something that was too bulky for the basement. You didn't even realise what you were doing until something startled you out of your thoughts and you looked down at your sketchbook, seeing a familiar figure on the open page.

And then it happened again, in the lab. He was explaining away, deeply invested in whatever topic he was rambling about, not really taking in his surroundings. You had started out just sketching his study, but somehow he turned out to be the main focus of it.

One evening you found yourself in the living room of the shack. Ford was sitting on the floor, which was almost entirely covered in graph paper. You had joined him while he prepared the next campaign session, the tv quietly providing some background noise. While he was franticly scribbling away sheet after sheet, you propped open your notebook and began sketching some of the characters that came to your mind. Ford's, Dipper's and your characters and some npcs you encountered on your travels. But looming over all of them, half hidden behind the dm-screen, the scheming face of the man before you took his shape.

The end of the evening was rather blurry, you remembered falling asleep on the floor and being carried to bed, half asleep in someone's arms.

"hmm thank you", is all you could mumble when you felt the soft pillow under your head.

"No problem, dear", you heard a deep voice chuckle.

-

When you thought about it the next morning, a smile crept unto your face and you kinda wished, you would've been more awake, so you could've enjoyed the moment properly.

The smile was quickly wiped off though, when you realised that you must've left your sketchbook in the living room, given that Ford probably didn't bring it with him last night. You panicked and jumped out of bed, stumbling to the door when your gaze was caught by something. Your sketchbook, laying on your desk. You exhaled, glad it didn't lay around for anyone to see. You took it into your hands and opened it to the last page you were working on. But instead of the drawing from yesterday evening, only the one before that stared back at you. Confused, you turned the pages a few times, examined it, maybe someone ripped it out? No, no remnants of a torn out page....

Then, it dawned on you. You left your notebook in your room yesterday. You didn't plan on staying or even going to the living room. God knows how you ended up there, but it definitely was without your sketchbook. Which could only mean one thing...

In record time you were out the door, down the hall and in the living room. Right in time to take in the scenery of Ford staring down at his campaign notebook, opened to the page of your drawing.

"Ahh!! No no don't look!", you jumped forward and put your hands over the drawing. Ford furrowed his eyebrows, looking quite puzzled.

"This? Oh I already saw it last night after getting you to bed. It is incredible!"

Your cheeks heated up. "Oh" was all you could utter.

"It was also you who added the depictions of the twin's adventures, right?"

"Uhmm" You didn't keep your passion for drawing a secret, but you also didn't make a big deal out of it. And honestly, the way Ford was always so indulged in his own mind, you didn't think he was paying much attention to what you were doing. Now you felt a bit stupid for believing he wouldn't connect the - admittedly - obvious dots.

"They really are marvellous. And this?", he gestured to yesterdays page "Truly phenomenal!"

You didn't know what to say. You weren't even sure if you could say anything at all. All you felt was blood rushing to the tips of your ears and a flaming hot sensation in your cheeks.

"I- well uhm, thank you", you managed to stutter "I uh, I actually didn't mean to- uhm, use your campaign book. It was a mistake, I'm sorry."

"You've got to be joking! It's the perfect addition!" Ford exclaimed. "Do you mind if I keep it?"

"Oh", his enthusiasm caught you off guard. "I-, I guess not. Actually, that would mean a lot to me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Very well then! Thank you, dear." He looked at you with a fond expression.

You were about to retreat back to your room, turning around ready to leave, when Ford spoke up again, the smile apparent in his voice. "I also liked your artistic rendition of the twins adventures. Anything else you want to show me?" You froze.

Your heart started beating ridiculously fast. Did he knew? Did he notice you staring at him while drawing? Your thoughts started racing, but came to a sudden halt when he leaned down. His lips were almost touching your ear when he started to whisper.

"Maybe another time." And with that he walked by you, leaving you to yourself.

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a/n: if you want a second part with romance and/or where ford discovers the drawings of him, let me know! Have a nice day/night!

[thatssomegoodsoup]

Can you do a the doctor x anthropology!reader that worked with him and had a crush on him but had to leave because of health problems but when they get to the beginning of chapter 4. He realized who they were and kept them with them. ( Anthropology is the study of bones if you didn't know)

Cleared up in DMS that anthropology is in fact NOT the study of bones, it's the study of human behavior, culture, societies, biology, and linguistic, whether that be past or current. Anyways, I'm imagining a lot of good lore for this one!

Art Credit: DrHarleySawyer on Game Jolt

THE DOCTOR X ANTHROPOLOGIST! READER FANFIC

After completing your anthropology degree and behavioral sciences degree, you went to find work. Finding work involving your field was incredibly difficult, as you didn't have any field experience. Plus there was not many jobs that required your field. One day, you applied for a behaviorist job. This company gave you a call back. And so began your career at Playtime Co.

You were assigned to watch over the kids when they came in for tours. Not your ideal job, but it paid well. Unfortunately in your time, you witnessed a few factory accidents.

You were the greatest in your field. Eventually, you got moved to watch and study kids in a newly built area of the factory; the orphanage. You found what the things on the checklist that they gave you odd, but you did your job as it paid a little bit more than the behaviorist job.

Eventually, you were called into Ludwig's office. Two employees (Pierre, White, and an absent chair) were there as well. You were nervous that you had gotten in trouble. After all, you knew that the company frequently made people disappear.

Ludwig began to compliment your work and how well you had done. Pierre and White soon took over and said that your anthropology degree would be useful in their line of work. They also briefly mentioned how the doctor couldn't come along. You agreed to the job, mostly thinking about the money and excitement of a new career. You signed a lot of waivers and legal agreements. And so began your career on the Bigger Bodies Initiative.

Harley was not pleased to say the least. He had preferred to work alone, and he had been doing fine with the experiments. But ultimately you did help by analyzing the behaviors of the kids before and after being turned into a toy, and you help recognize behavioral patterns and anomalies. You noticed things Sawyer himself didn't even notice. You two grew to be acquaintances, and then friends, and then you grew feelings for him. But he didn't grow feelings for you right away. When he finally asked you out, you were ecstatic. You two dated for a few years, and fell madly in love. People jokingly referred to you as 'Mrs/Mr/Mx Sawyer'. And that would become the case when on a date, Sawyer proposed to you. And you two became engaged. Unfortunately, a few months after becoming engaged, your health problems started to get worse. Your health issues hadn't given you any problems when you first started working on the BBI. But now they were causing problems.

Harley was obviously concerned for you. You both used your paychecks to help fund your treatment. At some point in time, you two got married, and you became Mr./Mx./Mrs. Sawyer (or the spouse of Sawyer); also you two moved into an apartment together.

Your health continued to decline, and eventually you came into work less and less. Eventually, your health problems got so bad that you couldn't come into work anymore, and so you signed several more NDAs and quit. Sawyer promised that he would keep sending you money and call you every day as soon as he got the chance. His money kept you afloat and helped you get treatment.

One day, Sawyer never came home. You waited. And waited. And waited. "maybe he's just busy" you thought, and you went to bed. When you awoke, he was not beside you. You listened, and you heard no noise in your apartment. And so, you called his work phone. But he never picked up. Another day passed, and you decided to call again. But the operator insists that number never existed and is no longer in service.

So you call Dr.White, who did pick up but dodged all your questions. Frustrated, you called Pierre, nervously playing with your wedding ring. You questioned Pierre, and he tried dodging your questions. It quickly became a shouting match, and Pierre threatened your life before slamming the phone down. You were angry and heartbroken. You hadn't seen your husband in days, and your former employers, your former friends were hiding something from you.

Despite your anger, you weren't in any shape to go and investigate, so you gathered all the money you had kept stashed away + the money Sawyer had given you and decided to get some new treatment that was not part of mainstream science yet (this is the 50s/60s/70s/80s, new shit was being invented all the time). This new medication helped alleviate your symptoms. Unfortunately, your health problems were still a big issue. You eventually ran out of money, and so to keep funding the new treatment, you wrote books on anthropology and behavior.

These books brought in a small amount of money, but it was enough to keep you going for a few years, until the treatment was perfected. And your health problems were cured!

After months of physical therapy, you had finally decided to go to investigate. It had been years since your husband disappeared, but you weren't going to give up. You packed a bag full of food, water, and various other supplies just in case. You knew that Playtime Co. was abandoned by now.

You began your exploration, and unfortunately got trapped deep in the factory. There was no getting out now, and so you made yourself at home.

You hid in various areas when you needed to sleep. You did, after all, help work on the experiments; this guaranteed that you would have no toy allies. As you continued to explore, you saw recent evidence of human life (referencing the player), but you decided not to investigate. You were on your own mission. To find your husband.

You did find some tapes, but it took you a few days to run into something that could play these tapes. And that's when you learned what happened to your husband. They had turned him into one of them. You heard White and Pierre's voice on the tape. They were behind Sawyer's disappearance all along. The rage and anger you felt was indescribable.

You went back to your hiding place, and broke down in tears. Your love was probably dead at this point. And so began your journey to find a way out. After weeks of surviving, you found yourself in a hallway full of TVs. And the TVs lit up. A singular eye stared at you from each of these TVs.

You ran down the hall, scared for your life. And that's when you heard it. A familiar voice. Harley Sawyer's voice. No, you refused to believe it was him. He's dead.

As you burst through the door at the end of the hall into a lab room, you saw something that made you freeze in place. A tall robot with a TV head wearing a long, black cloak. And this robot turned around and stared at you. Your blood ran cold. So this is how you die. After all this time.

The robot reached a hand out at you, while staring at you with a single eye. And then you heard it again. Sawyer's voice, saying your name. You didn't know where it was coming from. But then you heard it again, as the robot stepped closer. It was coming from the robot.

And then it clicked. This robot was your husband. The tenseness in your body melted as tears streamed down your face. "Harley?" you said in a choked sob. You ran towards the robot and embraced him. Sawyer knelt down and embraced you back.

You two were finally together again. And so began your life living in the factory alongside the man you had married.

Happy Valentine's Day, and I hope you enjoy @star2006mcart! I had a lot of fun writing this one. Again, I'm not really good at writing fics, so I apologize if its poor quality. Credit for divider: @thecutestgrotto

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And they were roommates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: that captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: some awkward moments but nothing crazy.

part 1 - Part two!!! - part 3 - part 4

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You indeed did not see John price the next morning but what you did see was a handwritten note stuck to the fridge beneath a magnet.

“Good morning, as I mentioned my job is demanding. I’m not sure how long I'll be gone for but I can estimate at least a month. If you need me, my phone number is below along with my check for this month's rent and the next. - John price”

You reach for the envelope that is attached behind the note and pull it open and what the fuck. You knew he had to have money but in what world would someone pay this much rent for a house with a roommate? You immediately grab your own checkbook and write him for the amount that’s overpaid, making a mental note to make sure you give it to him.

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Weeks pass slowly and life goes on as it did before. The only difference is you're no longer struggling to make ends meet. So to celebrate your success you order that 6 foot canvas you’d been wanting for ages and a new oil paint.

When you got the notification that it had arrived, thank god for two day shipping, you squealed and ran to grab it before the mailman even walked away. He offered to help you as he watched you give it a bear hug and waddle it through your door yelling out a meek ‘no Thankyou’. You dragged it down the hallway and into the sunroom resting it up against the wall. Ripping the clear plastic film off of new canvases comes in third place to the best things in life.

Sitting in the sun that evening you stroke deep blue oil paints that try their best to replicate ocean waters, and white specks that wish they could induce the same feelings stars do.

You’ve been at this same painting for 3 weeks, coming home and straight to it. Now that it’s finally done it sits sunbathing till it dries. You still visit it and admire its larger than life beauty.

John’s been gone for 1 month and 3 weeks now and in that time some problems have arisen, 1. The faucet in the kitchen leaks and below it the pipe also leaks and the only plumber that’s willing to drive out to your house and inspect it says he won’t be available for another week which means the water bill will sky rocketing till then. And 2. you have no idea where the huge painting will go.

You walk around wondering where to place it. You thought maybe the living room, or even in your room but after testing both those places it still didn’t look right. You can only think of one other place which is the hallway to John’s room. Of course that spot is perfect, maybe he wouldn’t notice since he only spent one night here. You grabbed the drill and got to work mounting it immediately. Once all was said and done you gave it a once over, smiled, snapped a picture of it to send to your sister and walked away.

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John arrived back exactly at the two month mark early in the AM. He opened the house door as quietly as possible and removed his boots by the door to avoid the creaking wood of the floor and continued sluggishly hauling his bag to his room. Being the man he is, he notices everything, those watchful eyes of his never miss a detail so he does indeed notice and take a second to admire the newly found painting hung in front of his bedroom door before unlocking it to set his stuff down.

After a much needed and appreciated shower he reads the clock at 7AM thinking he can sleep for a little, that is of course until he hears a knock at the door. Making his way down the hall he peeps through the window and sees a handyman?

“Good morning sir, how can I help you?” He says opening the door.

“Good morning, your wife called for a leaking pipe, told her I’d come by sometime today.” He looks down the hall towards your room and confirms the fact that you're definitely still very well asleep.

“My wife? Oh yes my wife, that lady I could’ve sworn I told her to cancel this appointment we actually got it all sorted out.” He lies like it's second nature.

“I actually charge a late cancellation fee that must be paid upfront.” He inquires slightly annoyed.

“How much?” John replies feeling sorry for this man that drove out here and is now being sent away.

“100$ flat.” John shuts the door and quickly fetches his wallet from the pocket of his cargo pants and returns with two bills one for the inconvenience and sends the man on his way.

Sleep can wait.

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You wake up to the sound of clanking in the kitchen and as a woman that technically lives alone in the middle of the forest you're terrified.

Grabbing the bat beside your bed still fully dressed in the least threatening attire, you tiptoe to the source of the noise and breathe out the strongest sigh of relief ever known to man.

“Jesus Christ John you scared me, what’re you doing?” You loudly admit startling him in return.

“Fixing this pipe that you called an overpriced handyman for.” You stare at him subconsciously admiring the way he looks, slightly disheveled, face screwed in concentration and strong hands twisting the wrench in his hand and let’s not mention the rise of his shirt.

“You okay?” He says removing himself from under the sink leaning back on his knees to stare up at you.

“Yeah, yes I’m so sorry, um so where did the handy man go?” He stands with a grunt and leans his back against the counter.

“On his merry way.” He replies, turning around to turn the faucet on checking if it leaks, then off to see if it still drips and as he expects, it does neither.

“How much do I owe you for the late cancellation fee?” That man has handled your plumbing issues before and you’ve definitely canceled late more than once.

“Technically you didn’t cancel on him, I did so don’t worry.” He says picking his tools up off the ground placing them messily into the tool box.

“Well Thank You.” You say awkwardly.

“Of course.” He smiles making the dimples beneath his beard awfully noticeable.

“Oh and by the way your rent is only two thousand five hundred a month.” You say walking to the kitchen drawer beside him and pulling out a check that’s already filled out and handing it to him.

“Utilities included?” He asks, grabbing the check written out for three thousand and also taking in notice that same scent that clung to those sheets you made his bed with weeks ago as you sweep by.

“Yeah I don’t mind paying more cause I mean look around, this place has my style written all over it which makes it feel more like mine than yours.” He looks baffled at your reasoning.

“I actually like the decorations, not sure I’d change a thing about it.” You laugh at what has to be a lie.

“I doubt it.” You chuckle and slightly blush at his kindness.

“No I'm serious, I especially love that painting in the hallway, where’d you get it?” You seem surprised at the mention of it and even more flattered at the compliment.

“I actually painted it.” He gives you a surprised look.

“See you’re even hand painting the art, please I can afford much more than twenty five hundred.” You act like you're considering it for a moment.

“As much as I’d appreciate it, I'm already grateful for what you pay.” You say truthfully.

“Also, welcome home.” You quip before turning around walking back towards your room to get ready for the day

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John’s been home for nearly two weeks now and he’s slightly growing on you and you on him. You co-exist in harmony most times. That doesn’t mean the two of you still don’t clash from time to time.

“Good morning.” He says scrambling eggs in a pan as you walk into the kitchen reaching in the cabinet for a coffee mug.

“Morning to you too.” You say groggily, setting your feet flat on the ground and placing the cup on the counter, reaching for the pot to pour some coffee.

“If I can just- oh I’m so sorry.” He says accidentally bumping into you making the coffee spill on the counter.

“Oh no don’t worry about it, I can just clean it.” You say turning around quickly to go grab paper towels and end up accidentally running into his chest.

He grabs your shoulders to hold you in place and let your brain catch up with the speed of events.

“We will learn to both be in the kitchen together someday.” You affirm with a laugh that makes you feel alive.

“Hey the first week this happened almost everyday. If anything this is a huge improvement.” He jokingly abides.

“True.” You say as he turns around handing you the kitchen towel to clean it up. He watches you with amused eyes and a smile that still hasn’t left either of your faces and for a second something alights in John something that scares him so bad he doesn’t hear a thing you’re saying.

“John, I said did you sleep well?” You speak a bit louder, snapping him out of it.

“Yeah darling sorry I’m just going to take this to my office. I've got some work to cover.” He says hurriedly plating his food and scurrying off.

“Okay well I’ll be heading to work soon.” He doesn’t even let you finish before closing the door leaving you to stand there a little stumped.

“So I’ll assume he didn’t sleep well.” You say to yourself before pouring another cup and heading to your room to get changed.

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[azrielbrainrot]

Such a Perfect Place To Start

Pairing: Azriel x Healer!Reader

Description: Something happens that has you questioning the nature of your relationship with the shadowsinger.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3911

Notes: When I started writing this I didn't think it was going to lead to that. Hope you like it!

Healer!Reader Masterlist

When you were called to the House of Wind so urgently by the High Lady herself you were expecting a more pressing matter, a life or death situation like you're used to, not exactly a library full of books. You don't know how long you've been sitting in this chair but you couldn't feel your butt anymore, no matter how many different positions you tried to sit in. You were used to doing some research while studying new healing techniques or herbs but these millenia old books on magical symbols were a little different.

There had been some attacks across the Night Court, including in the mountains surrounding Velaris, with some pretty disturbing details. After being killed, the victims' eyes had been removed and a symbol had been carved into their chests. All the symbols were different and, at this time, their meaning was still unknown. Unfortunately, none of the victims had survived either so there weren't any witnesses and, even after Azriel's thorough investigations, there was no evidence left behind by the culprits. It was as if no one had even been there.

You had heard some rumors about this before getting called in. Gossip spread around fast in Velaris and, even with the Inner Circle's efforts to keep panic to a minimum, people had found out about some of the details. The area around Velaris is relatively safe so to have multiple killings in a short time and in such gruesome ways was causing a bit of a fearful atmosphere to fall upon the city of dreamers. The increase in security wasn't easily missed either.

After being summoned to the River House, Feyre and Rhysand had briefed you on everything they knew and asked you for your help, seeing as they could only trust a few select people. Since there were no other clues left behind besides the symbols, the High Lord decided that, for now, everyone should focus on finding their meaning, so he sent his most trusted people to his private library to look through every book that might help.

You had obviously felt incredibly honored and happy that they trusted you this much. You've been getting closer to the inner circle after your talk with Azriel a few months ago, and sometimes still feared your friendships were a bit one sided.

As honored as you felt that they trusted you, though, you had spent days searching through old books just to come up empty. It was more tiring than a week at a war healing tent. Not to mention having to do so by Amren's side. You had no personal problems with the newly turned high fae but she still scared you profusely. Your power gave you a sense of people's aura and hers had always felt unsettling at best, even after getting turned.

At least, you weren't alone with her, everyone in the Inner Circle and some of the Valkyries had shown up at the library to help at some point. There was no way of knowing who could be behind these attacks and, from what you gathered, these fae had been moving across the court too easily, meaning they could be from the night court or even Velaris, so you couldn't involve the priestesses in the library.

The sky was already completely dark outside, making way for the millions of stars to shine in the sky. The atmosphere was a little too quiet for this time of night, usually there would still be fae walking around the city, in and out of bars and theaters. Amren had already left. The ancient one had tucked a book under her arm and walked out without much of a goodbye, leaving you with Feyre and Azriel in the library.

“I think it's time to stop for the day,” your High Lady's voice cut through the silence suddenly, “Rhys just finished at the office too.” Sometimes you envied how convenient the daematis abilities were. As her eyes glaze over and a smirk threatens to play at her lips, you know her mate is giving her a good reason to go home.

“I'll stay a bit longer,” you hold your finger over the passage you were reading, these old books had tiny fonts and you'd already lost yourself in enough of them to know better now, “I have to go to the clinic tomorrow so I wanted to at least finish this book.” There were only about half a dozen pages left of it so, even if your body was screaming at you to go to bed, you wanted to get this done first.

“Alright,” the High Lady adds her last book to the pile and looks at you one more time, “Don't stay too long. We need you to be focused at the clinic.” Her eyes shift to the shadowsinger and narrow slightly, her tone a little sterner, “You too, Az. Get some sleep.”

The spymaster nods dutifully at his friend's warning and she seems content enough with the response or in enough hurry to meet her mate, as she gives you both one last smile and turns to the door, saying one last goodbye over her shoulder.

Azriel stayed with you, even though his book had just started and there was no way he would finish it tonight. You were torn between thinking it was because he didn't trust you in the House by yourself, as the ever protective spymaster, and just writing it off as his willingness to help his court even at the risk of his own health and comfort, you don't even wanna think how many sleepless nights the spymaster has spent working lately.

You shake off your thoughts and keep reading the boring book. The sooner you finish the sooner you can go to sleep. Even your healing abilities can't do much to fight the headache you were feeling after spending the whole day reading symbols and their uses in dark magic, some of the rituals described were also making your stomach queasy.

Just as you're about to finish the last page, you hear a soft groan coming from Azriel and can't help but look up at him. His head was thrown back, showing off the column of his neck. His eyes were closed tight like he was fighting the same headache as you. With his wings stretched as far as they could go, it looked like they were taking up most of the private library, not that it was a small room by any means.

The spymaster looked exhausted. He's been spending his days meeting up with his spies and informants all around Prythian, trying to find any information on the attackers and investigating any strange movement in the court. At night, he comes home and joins you in the library to help with research, sometimes even staying up later than everyone else. You know he will do the same thing tomorrow and the day after, until you find any relevant clues and catch the killers.

Azriel takes these things more personally than maybe even the High Lord and Lady. His job as spymaster is finding any threats to the court after all, preferably before they happen. You know he must feel like he's failing his court and you wish you could show him that he's doing more than enough, that it's not his fault. Under the tough exterior and immense power, Azriel has an extremely kind soul, you've felt it. He'd make the impossible happen if it meant he could protect his court, his family, even if it cost him his own life.

“You should go to sleep,” you can't help but worry for him, “You were out all day before you came here. You must be really tired.”

You wonder how long it's been since he's had a good night of sleep. Even before this situation, it was no secret that the shadowsinger was a bit of an insomniac. You had given him a few sleeping tonics before in hopes of helping him have at least a few moments of peace.

“I'll wait for you,” he tells you, meeting your eyes. You can see the fatigue swirling around in his unguarded gaze, it seems you had been right to assume he hasn't been sleeping. “You're almost done.”

You look back down at your book and wonder how he's been keeping track of what you've been doing while reading his own book. Still, if finishing this means Azriel can go to sleep, you'll do it as fast as you can. Reading through the last page intently to make sure nothing escapes you.

Just as you're about to finish you make a silent request to the House, and two steaming cups of tea appear in front of each of you. Passionflower tea to lessen his stress and help with sleep, you've given it to him before and he told you it helped so you hope it does the trick once again.

Since you're focused on the book, you miss the way his eyes finally stray from your form to look down at the tea now sitting in front of him. You also miss the smile on his face when he reaches for it and the way his shadows let him know you were the one who asked for it, gushing about how you took care of their master.

“Do you still not trust me, Spymaster?” You close the book and put it into the ever growing pile. Stretching a bit before taking your tea into your hands and blowing on it gently.

“I trust you with my life, sweetheart.” The seriousness in his statement makes you pause with the cup halfway to your lips for a moment. You didn't need the Morrigan's gift to know he was telling the truth. The nickname takes a little longer to register but as soon as it does color rushes to your cheeks.

“Then why wait for me?” You hadn't actually thought he didn't trust you in the library but you still weren't sure why he had stayed behind after Feyre left.

“Wanted to keep you company until you finished,” he shrugged. His voice is a little gravely with sleep which is a big problem for the butterflies already fluttering in your stomach. “We've been spending a lot of time together but we've barely talked.”

He wants to talk to you. You can't help the smile or the giddy feeling washing over you. He's tired but he chose to stay up a little longer to do something as trivial as talking to you.

“What did you want to talk about then?” The way he's picking at the painted decorations in his teacup makes you think he might be feeling a little nervous but you're not sure why.

“Anything you want,” he answered a little too fast. Maybe it's the low lights in the room but you swear there's some color dusting his cheeks.

“It's hard to pick a topic like that,” you say before biting your lip slightly. For some reason you suddenly feel a little pressure to come up with a good topic, not wanting to disappoint or bore him. “Lately, all I can think about is this,” you run your finger over one of the books' spines, “It's hard to focus on anything else after spending hours in here.”

“If you feel like this is too much you can tell me. I'll talk to Rhys and he'll send you back to the clinic,” he frowns. His shadows reach a little towards you, as if wanting to comfort you. You didn't mean to worry him.

“That's not what I meant,” you start, “I want to help. I've just never dealt with anything like this. I've been to war but this… killing innocent fae in such a disturbing way is different.”

“I understand,” he nods, “If you need anything you can tell me. Even if you just want to talk.”

“Alright.” Azriel has a way of talking that leaves you not knowing how to respond sometimes. He's so sincere in what he says that you almost feel like any response would fall short. “You too. If you need help with anything I'm always here for you.”

He gives you a single nod before hiding what looked like a bashful smile behind his tea. You finish your teas like this, enjoying each other's company in the quiet of the night.

You can't hold back a yawn when you set your teacup down. As much as you'd love to stay up talking to Azriel all night, your body is about ready to crash on you.

“We should go to sleep,” he says as he stands up, making the teacups disappear. “You have to be at the clinic early.”

“You're right,” you agree with a sigh, standing up to follow him to the door. You've only been going to the clinic twice a week ever since Feyre asked for your help with this case so you know you'll have a long day ahead of you. “Will you fly me down tomorrow?”

“Of course,” he tells you as he opens the door for you, “What kind of male would I be if I let our favorite healer walk down the thousands of steps by herself?”

“Favorite? I'll tell Madja you said that,” you point your finger at him playfully.

“Second favorite then,” he takes it back with a wink, making you laugh. The smile lingers on your face all the way to the guest room you're staying in and it only deepens when you realize he walked you all the way to your door.

You turn and look up at him expectantly. It looks like he wants to tell you something with the way he's searching your face and his shadows pool at both of your feet. If you didn't know any better you'd think they wanted to crawl up your legs. You've found that they can give some of Azriel's emotions away sometimes, when he doesn't have a grip on them at least.

Your body doesn't react when he bends down slowly, pausing for a brief moment before kissing your cheek softly, murmuring a good night against your skin. It doesn't react after either, when he pulls back to watch your reaction. In fact, it's not until he walks over to his door and lets out a small chuckle, that you finally move and almost crash into the room, fumbling with the doorknob and slamming the door behind you.

As you lean your back against the door, you put your hand over your chest and stare wide eyed at the window across the room. You almost thought you were imagining things. He can probably hear your heart beating all the way in his room across the hall, you wouldn't be surprised if everyone in Velaris could hear with how loud it's beating. You let yourself slide against the door until you're crouching.

You hadn't expected him to kiss you. You know Azriel isn't one for a lot of physical touch. You've only gotten a hug out of him once, during the war after an attack on the healer's tent. He had thought you were dead then, after watching so many die he'd just been glad to see someone he knows still breathing. Actually, you might have been the one to hug him first. You had never been so close to death and were scared out of your mind. It was your first war after all.

You and Azriel had been getting closer over the months, closer than you were with the rest of Inner Circle. Even before your talk that night, he's always been friendly to you, but the shadowsinger was kind to all the healers - to everyone that wasn't his enemy really - so you never thought much of it. But this felt different. Tonight felt different.

You hadn't fully admitted it to yourself yet but the more time you spent with the shadowsinger the more your crush evolved. What had once been a silly crush based on appearance and his kind nature had quickly turned into palpable feelings. You liked him. A lot.

However, acknowledging this could destroy the friendship you had built with him for the past few months, maybe with the rest of his family as well. That's what you thought before at least. You assumed Azriel would never have feelings for you. The idea seemed so preposterous it never even crossed your mind, but now you're not so sure.

Maybe it seemed like you were exaggerating to think this after a little kiss, on the cheek no less, but this kiss made you think back on the last months you've spent with Azriel. He's been insisting on flying you up and down the stairs every time he's around, usually this task would be left to Cassian, who loved showing off his wings to you.

He's been going to the clinic more often too, stocking up on anything he can think of when he's never done that in the century you've been working in Velaris. Azriel was always one to not think much of his own health, it bothered you to no end. He also came to you with every injury. Usually when a member of the Inner Circle was hurt, Madja was the one who was called. You'd only accompany her if she needed assistance or go in her place if she wasn't able to go herself. Of course over the years they'd come to use you more and more, which is why you didn't even think of it, but looking back now… You don't know what to think anymore.

Getting up with a sigh, you make your way to your closet to change. Your thoughts consume you while you get ready for bed but your tiring day catches up to you as soon as your head hits the pillow. However, this doesn't spare you from dreaming of a certain shadowsinger.

You take longer to wake up than usual, making you hurry through your morning routine. Your body isn't used to the schedule you've been putting it through lately, and it's starting to show. But because of this, it isn't until you go to open the door to the guest room that you remember Azriel is going to fly you down to the clinic. And the incident that had you spiraling before going to sleep.

Deciding walking down the steps by yourself isn't a viable option, you go to find him and pray to the Mother things aren't too awkward between you. It had just been a little kiss on the cheek and your lack of reaction could totally be blamed on the long day, your brain was just having trouble catching up, that's all. It had been a completely normal exchange between friends, not that you're blushing just thinking about it or anything. You could just pretend it didn't happen.

As you make your way to the front door, the shadows dancing around in the hallway catch your eye instantly. You've seen them do this before, when Azriel doesn't need them and they don't want to brave the light, they just linger around the room in curious little wisps. You can't help the smile as they gravitate slowly towards you.

Right after they notice you, their master appears through the door. One of them must have warned him of your arrival, they're so cute sometimes you forget they're spies. Of course they'd tell on you.

“Good morning,” he greets. Azriel may be a shadowsinger but he looks breathtaking in the morning light. His skin glows beautifully and his eyes look a little lighter, it makes him look younger. Gods, how can he be so beautiful?

He looks a little relieved to see you. Maybe he thought you'd escape by yourself or ask someone else to fly you to the clinic to avoid him. It makes you feel a little bad that you had him worried but it's his own fault for playing with your heart like that.

“Good morning,” you smile, walking up to him. “Are you ready?”

“I was just waiting for you,” he says as he extends a hand for you to take. This has the nerves already lingering inside your body make themselves more noticeable. You almost forgot flying you down means he'll have to carry you. It had taken a while for you to get used to not only the flying but also the way he had to hold you - funny how you never had this problem with Cassian.

You take his hand and try not to move too much or gasp as he picks you up off the floor like you weigh nothing. He immediately starts walking to the edge of the stairs, holding you close to his chest.

“Hold onto me,” he breathes into your ear, extending his wings and getting ready to take flight. You do as he says and wrap your arms tighter around his neck, praying he can't feel your heart beat inside your chest.

You'll never get over how stunning Velaris looks from above or how the wind passes around you as you soar through the clouds. It's a real shame that you weren't born with wings. You understand why Illyrians are so protective of them, after knowing what this feels like, it's hard to imagine never being able to do it again.

“You know I won't drop you.” You look away from the landscape and meet his gaze. He can probably feel how tense you are but you can't tell him it has nothing to do with the height or any fear of him letting you fall.

“I know,” you assure. “What would you do without your favorite healer?” He lets out a small laugh in response and your body finally relaxes.

The flight doesn't take long, and, before you know it, he's landing right outside your clinic. He helps you get down and even holds onto you a little longer, giving you a once over to make sure you're steady on your feet.

An idea passes through your mind and you bite your lip, wondering if you'd truly lost it. You take a quick look around before you lose your nerve. It was still early enough that the streets were almost deserted, no one should see you.

Turning back to the shadowsinger, you hesitate again when you notice him watching you, probably wondering what you were up to. If you read the situation wrong this could make things very awkward for the two of you.

Deciding not to let your anxiety reign your life, you grab his shoulder gently so you can pull him a little closer to your height. Standing on your tiptoes to clear the rest of your height difference. You hold onto his cheek and place a soft kiss on the other side of his face, murmuring a “thank you”.

You step back again and look up at him, still slightly bent from where you pulled him to you and looking at your face with wide eyes. You're not sure if you've ever seen the feared spymaster so caught off guard before. There was a small smile playing at his lips though, so you assume you hadn't completely misread the situation. You can't help but form a grin of your own and turn around to go inside the clinic, leaving him behind just as he did to you last night. Your heart soaring higher than you had just been.

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Things I Want To Do To Her (One Shot)

Marvel AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (a mention of Steve Rogers x Reader)

Theme: A/B/O

Summary: Bucky doesn't want to meet you. It's not that he doesn't want you. He's seen the photos. He's heard the stories from your mutual friends. You're the most beautiful omega he's ever seen, and you sound kind, fun, intelligent and possibly a bit of a handful. You'd be a good match for him AND Steve according to Natasha. He has no problem with sharing, he's not a prude. But that's the problem. Bucky has always been a little kinky, but over the years and as his alpha grew desperate for a mate, it had taken a new form. And that would be too much for you right?

Warnings: A/B/O, mentions of kinks

The wind swept around you as you stepped out of the car, a few metres away from the bar you were meeting your best friend and her new pack at. You pulled your leather jacket around yourself to keep out the early spring chill, glancing at yourself in the window of a nearby store as you did. You still weren't sure of the outfit that the girls had helped you pick out over the group chat.

Thigh high boots with a red silk strappy dress, accompanied with your leather jacket didn't sound great when the girls had pieced together your outfit.

"The dress has a sexy slit to show off the boots."

"They're Louboutin they go with anything."

"It's sexy and edgy all at the same time."

"Do your hair in that messy bun style but not a mum bun. The one that looks like you've just been fucked through the weekend."

"And red lips."

"And nails."

You'd become their life size Barbie.

Darcy, your best friend, and the reason you'd found yourself in this situation, had text you on the side.

"Do you think this is what it's like to have sisters?"

"This is your pack." You'd replied. "Better get used to it."

"They're going to be yours too."

Were they though? You'd been swerving meeting the alphas of the pack for months. Sure the other's were great. A mix of beta, omega and alphas but Steve and Bucky were THE alphas of the pack. Although Natasha had pushed the most, the whole pack had insisted you were a good match for each other.

But it didn't seem right somehow. Steve and Bucky were war heroes. Bucky had been a prisoner of war and lived his life as an amputee. They both had to deal with PTSD on a regular basis. Surely they wanted a nice quiet omega. One that would do as she was told. Not one that struggled to keep her mouth inline, swung at alphas that grabbed her ass, who's body was scattered with scars and wrote smut for a living.

So you avoided them. Arriving after they'd left, having other friends with plans or emergencies, or having another suppressant migraine. When Pepper told you she was making you an appointment with the best suppressant doctor there was, you faulted and agreed to call in and say hello the next time they were at Quill's bar. You already knew it clashed with another friend's birthday, so you could still swerve it. Or so you thought.

Your newly mated friend looked at you with her big cyan eyes, still a little high on heat and emotion and told you that she wanted you to be happy too.

"Fine, but only one of them. Meeting them both might send me into a heat and then we'll both have that high on sex look on our faces."

"That works." Natasha had said, sliding into the blanket pile you and Darcy had created on the couch. "Steve's on a VA weekend."

"Just make sure you tell him if it's Bucky. I know he wasn't sure about this either."

Natasha wasn't sure who'd let slip about Bucky's stubbornness and whoever it was, she was sure they didn't know the full reason. That was only for Bucky and Steve, and her prying of course.

A wolf whistle snapped your attention back to the matter in hand.

"Hey hotness, where are you going? Can I join you?"

You looked around and realised it was aimed at you. Maybe this outfit is okay after all. You adjusted your crossbody bag and tightened the grip on the gift bag in your hand. Bucky's birthday presents sat wrapped inside of it. His birthday had been a week before and you really had been busy when Sam had text you about a games night for the "birthday grump". You just weren't about to admit that being busy involved The Real Housewives and takeout.

You straightened your posture and walked towards the bar. An alpha held open the door for you as you entered and you felt their eyes glancing over you.

"This outfit definitely IS okay." You thought to yourself. You sniffed, picking up the scents of your friends as Quill called your name and pointed towards the far corner, where Darcy and the others were gathered around a pool table. You heard him tell the alpha that had held the door open for you to take his eyes off you as you walked away. An overwhelming scent of an alpha swept up your nose and you felt you knees wobble. Darcy rushed over towards you and pulled you into a tight hug. The way she giggled at your arrival and the smell of cocktails on her breath told you she was tipsy. Natasha and Laura followed her, each hugging you and assure you that you looked great.

It was then you heard it a deep rumble of a growl from an alpha. The group made up of nearly all their friendship group snapped to look in the direction of the growl. A voice followed causing some of them to look away.

"I thought I told you all not to do this." Came a gruff voice. Bucky appeared in your line of vision, as he stepped around Thor and Loki. The three of them situated around a tall table, that was covered in glasses and a pitcher of beer. "Natalia, was this you?"

Nat looked away and cast her eyes down, as Darcy curled into her side. You'd never seen Natasha look nervous but the alpha's growl had clearly put her in her place. Laura squeezed your hand and you side-eyed her to see her mouth "sorry" at you as Clint pulled her away.

It was then you realised.

They hadn't told him you were coming.

"I told you I didn't want to meet her! Did you all know?"

There was a mix of "no, of course not", "I told you idiots this was a bad idea", "this was going to happen soon or later".

He growled again and took a step towards you. His eyes raked up and down you, and you watched as he licked his lips.

"And you?" He said through gritted teeth. "Did you know? Did you go along with this?"

He crossed his arms across his chest and glared at you. Was this fucker trying to intimidated you? You'd met enough asshole alpha's through your life and weren't going to let another one push you around and dominate you, not outside of the bedroom anyway. You stood up straight and glared back.

"Don't you dare growl at me Alpha!" You said back firmly. Bucky raised his eyebrows. If you were intimated you were hiding it pretty well. "They told me you knew I was coming, that you were okay with it. I didn't want to meet you either!"

Bucky let out a sound somewhere between a huff and a growl. Annoyed you took a step towards him and for a moment he wonders if you're going to swing at him. There's a fierce look in your eyes and his thoughts immediately go to the image of fucking that look off your face. He feels his dick harden as you stare him down. His canines grow longer at the thought of covering you in marks and he licks them as he looks you over again. Would Quill bar him if he bent you over the pool table?

Your eyes met and you raised an eyebrow at him as you wrinkled your nose? Could you smell how aroused he was? He was wearing a blocker but if you could smell him, read his body like this, he was fucked. In everyway possible. God he wanted you to fuck him. Ride him like a good girl.

"Fuck" He growled, turning and storming through the bar.

You turned to Natasha.

"You told me you told him!" You snapped. You turned towards Darcy, who looked down sheepishly. "Really? You know I didn't want to do this!"

Your voice broke at the last moment. How dare he act like he didn't want you! You didn't want him either! Only you did. You really did. And you were a little bit gutted he didn't want you.

"Come on babygirl." Sam said appearing at your side. "Let's get you a drink."

He threw an arm around you as Maria slid up on the other side and looped her arm in yours and pulled you towards the bar.

"Someone should check on Barnes." Thor pointed out. There were calls of "nope", "like hell", "Pepper don't we have dinner reservations", "should we call Cap, I'm calling Cap" "Scott don't be a tattle tale", around the group. You saw a flick of red hair as Natasha followed Bucky's route. Darcy hugged you from behind as she drunkenly rested her head on your shoulder, an apology muffled into your jacket.

When Natasha finds Bucky, he's in the smoking area outside, dragging on a cigarette.

"Really Yasha? You said you'd quit."

"Yeah, well being the alpha to this pack, with all of you, forced me to start again. And you can't say shit with that thing." He replied gesturing at Nat's vape as she pulled it from her pocket.

"It's CBD. It's not the same."

"Whatever."

"You should try it. It might help you relax enough to get your head out your ass."

"I have to feel like I'm in control."

"Oh believe me, we know."

"You know what I mean."

"It's not like that, it helps me relax, there are other ways to relax too you know." She said raising an eyebrow at him.

"Stop."

"Was it really that bad? Meeting her."

"Yes."

Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Do you think I wanted to meet her like this? In Quill's damn bar of all places?"

"Well you've been putting it off long enough."

"You have no idea what you've done."

"So tell me."

Bucky didn't reply as he put out the finished cigarette in his hand and immediately lit another. He dragged on it as he turned away from Nat and the bar, and stared down the street. Natasha gave him a few minutes before stepping in front of him. She looked up at him, remorse in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Yasha, but we want you to be happy. Steve too. And I think you could be happy with Y/N."

She cast her eyes down as he glanced down at her, a sign of respect. He shook his head in disappointment. His reply came through gritted teeth.

"But that's the thing Natalia. You don't know shit. You don't know what I want. What I want to do to her. How I want her in any and everyway possible. How I wanted to rake my teeth all over her body and make her cum right there and then in front of you all. How I want to fuck her everywhere. How I want to bend her to my submission. Lay her out in my den, fuck her over the kitchen counter, in the tub, the shower. Tie her up and fill her until she's bred. Keeping her barefoot and pregnant and full of my knot, until she's given us at least half a dozen pups and don't get me fucking started on what I want to do to her whilst Steve watches."

"I standby what I said James, I think you'll be a good match."

He scowled down at her. Why wasn't she surprised?

"You and Steve aren't as quiet as you think you are, especially after you've drank Thor's home made wine. Darcy and Y/N aren't exactly quiet drunks either. Throw in some tequila and the conversation would even make Tony blush. You should talk to her."

"And say what? Oh hi, Y/N, it's nice to meet you. I want to bend you like a pretzel. I know omega's don't do the whole submitting thing these days but would you mind? I know I'm a crippled alpha with one arm, a bunch of trauma and extra pounds but I'd really like to fuck you into the backseat of my car."

Natasha smirked as she glanced over his shoulder. A smell washed over Bucky. You. How much had you heard? You were quick to let him know as he followed Natasha's gaze and your eyes met. You shrugged.

"I mean, I wouldn't lead with the whole pretzel thing. Maybe skip back to the part about making me cum in front of everyone. The whole den, kitchen thing was great."

You took a step towards him and Bucky was hit with the smell of your arousal, and he realised you'd had to cross your legs to block the smell of the slick forming between them as you'd listened to his rant. Bucky felt something be shoved into his arms as his mind blurred and his canines forced themselves out again.

"Happy belated birthday asshole." You turned and left, Natasha followed behind, snapping her jaws playful at him as she went.

Bucky felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out he glanced down at a message from Steve.

"How bad was it?"

Fuck. He needed to put this right. He took a few deep breathes and headed back into the bar. You're not there. A couple of the girls are missing though so he's guesses that you're in the bathroom together. He returns to his spot next to Thor and Loki, just as Gamora slams down another pitcher of beer. She calls him an asshole, turns and leaves.

"So that went well." Loki quipped.

"Just don't alright."

"Oooo gifts." Tony said pulling at the bag. "What did she get you in the end?"

"I haven't looked yet. Wait, what do you mean in the end?"

"We've had some back and forth on what to get you?"

"And she asked you?"

Tony gasped in mock horror.

"I'll have you know I am in fact a very good gift buyer."

The four of them hear Pepper scoff from her place next to Maria at another table.

"Fine, she asked for a couple of my contacts."

"What?"

"It means there expensive Barnes!" Maria called over.

"You didn't think she just wanted your cash did you?" Sam asked as he joined them.

"If she went with what we spoke about they were very thoughtful too." Tony said.

Bucky rummaged through the bag.

"There's three things in here."

"Ooooo what'd you get?" Scott asked as he slid over.

The group stayed silent as Bucky unwrapped the first gift. A pristine, first edition copy of The Hobbit. His favourite book.

"Holy shit." He said as he rose from the stool. He looked around for you again but failed to spot you. Realising it wasn't a good idea to pass the book to his tipsy friends or place it on the beer filled table, he carefully placed it back in the gift bag. He pulled out another gift. Pulling off the paper he found a box, with Rolex printed across it. After his very large payout from the government, he'd developed an expensive taste in watches, and the one now in his hand was one he'd looked for. One identical to his late grandfathers. Limited edition and expensive.

"Babygirl must be making bank with those smutty books!" Sam quipped.

The last gift is in a long and narrow box. It's leather and expensive, and he's sure he's seen it before. Online somewhere maybe? He opens it and finds a pair of leather cuffs. They're small and certainly wouldn't fit him or Steve. They're for you. He snapped the case shut.

"Are they what I think they are?" Scott asked.

"Shut up!" He growled, pushing them back into the bag. The sound of the girls returning pulls all of their attention away from Bucky and those around the table buzz to see the next interaction. Only it doesn't come. You're not there.

"Where is she?" He growled.

"She left." Carol tells him. "You didn't really expect her to stay after the way you acted did you?"

"Mind you god damn business Danvers." He snapped, grabbing his jacket and the gift bag as he pushed passed anyone in his way.

"I'll text you her address." Natasha called after him.

"So which of us do you think will be godparents?" Maria asked, a debate breaking out immediately.

Natasha pulled Darcy into her arms and whispered into her ear.

"This time next year omega we'll be godparents."

[sweetreasures]

in action

director’s assistant!seonghwa x pornstar!reader

shower sex, fingering, deep throating, dom hwa, sub reader, slight degradation, praise, heavy petnames (angel, star, etc), overstimulation, multiple orgasms

minors dni, ageless blogs will be blocked

happy birthday, seonghwa ❤️

masterlist \\ read part one (our little star, mingi x reader)

seonghwa led you by the shoulders, supporting your bathrobe as you tightened the fabric around your waist. it was only a short walk to the dressing rooms, though the tension in the air was palpable and suffocating.

he hadn’t wasted a single moment after your audition—acting quickly in order to get you cleaned up. and more importantly, get you all to himself.

he couldn’t exactly act on these desires; no, hongjoong wasn’t joking when he said seonghwa wasn’t paid to fuck the talent. in fact, it was strictly forbiddened. hongjoong had no desire to complicate his work by fraternizing, dreading the thought of how many brilliant minds were brought down by needless sexual conflict. this did not stop seonghwa, who regularly found himself tongue deep in a hole to whom he would later have to file their payroll. however, he knew that if he wanted to do this right, he had to get you away from prying eyes.

you noticed the way he looked at you—hungrily, full of an implacable lust, like you were less a human and more a delicious midnight snack. it was a far cry from the person you met when you walked through those doors, the one who rid your body of its anxieties with just one warm smile.

you liked this seonghwa more. you held your breath as this seonghwa pushed open the entrance to a dressing room and motioned for you to step inside. lockers lined the wall, each individually marked with a name—undoubtedly belonging to the actors. you were all too familiar with mingi, but you also recognized “yeosang”, an actor whose niche was primarily workplace taboo.

the thought sent a chill down your spine. how on the nose could this get?

chilled air nips at your skin. seonghwa worked meticulously to strip you back down to nothing, letting his fingers graze lightly over your newly exposed skin. for a second, you expect him to take you right then and there. your cunt throbs, its walls having just recovered from being molded into the shape of song mingi.

“i’ll be right outside,” seonghwa informed you, motioning to a single door on the wall that led into a tiled shower. he presses a long kiss to your forehead, “let me know if you need any help.”

with that, he winks, closing the door and leaving you alone with yourself and his words. where had seonghwa expected you to encounter a problem using a shower, you wondered. the while situation frustrated you—he needed to stop with the mind games and get inside you quick.

the water of the shower warmed your skin as your eyes fluttered shut, allowing yourself to relax with the moment. with every pass of the washcloth, you made sure to give extra attention to your reddening areolas, massaging your nipples in a circular motion. a soft gasp escaped your lips, and you are instantly grateful for the cover of running water that masked your sounds of desperation.

“mmm…nngh…” you groaned as the texture of the cloth teased the overly sensitive buds. the water rushed between your cleavage like river water rushing over glistening rocks. the whole scene was so painfully soft and erotic, you made a mental note to include some similar in your next video.

you allowed the washcloth to venture down, stopping to lightly rub the area between your inner thighs but halting just short of the aching nub hidden within your folds. the heat radiating from your eager cunt was enough to fog up the shower doors all on its own, and the longer you spent trying to get yourself off, the more it drove you crazy.

“you okay in there, star?” seonghwa called from the dressing room, barely audible above the shower water. the words came out before you have time to react, though you didn’t care.

“seonghwa…please…help me…”

you didn’t know when seonghwa finally entered the shower, steam obscuring your vision as he kneeled on the floor beside you. you kept repeating those pleas until a hand takes hold of the cloth, slowly extracting it from your grasp.

“it’s okay, my baby angel. let me take care of you, hm?”

there was that distinctive warmth, his maternal nature complementary to the lustful undertones of his mannerisms. placing your full trust in him, he props you up against the tiled wall, separating your legs so your pussy came out in full display.

“what do you want? use your words, y/n.” his tone is firm yet caring. you didn’t know what you wanted—you hadn’t thought that far ahead. you wanted your dumb pussy sucked raw, you wanted seonghwa to pick a hole and pump you full of his seed. seonghwa looked at you expectant, unwilling to move on until you followed his commands.

“need your cock, hwa. please… need you inside me,” you whimpered, legs pressing together as you instinctively sought out some sort of friction. seonghwa forces them back over, positioning himself to wear his heavy cock lied between your folds. he began to move his hips, rubbing his length against your clit in a slow and deliberate fashion.

you let out a sharp cry every time his cock pressed against your entrance. precum leaked from seonghwa’s reddened tip, and he continued smearing it around your hole as if preparing you for his length. seonghwa watches you squirm like a prey animal, taking in the sight of your pathetic and reckless display of need. he was a man who loved taking his time—preferring to draw out his partner’s orgasms with his tongue or his fingers, anything before introducing his beautiful cock into the picture.

but the way you pleaded with your large doe eyes as those vulgar words came from your innocent lips…how could he not give you exactly what you wanted?

“do you think our mingi has loosened you up enough for me?” he was practically singing as his tip slipped into your slick cunt, watching himself sink halfway inside before pulling out completely.

“fuck me, seonghwa,” you began bucking your own hips up as he moves his cock away, responding to your neediness with a light tap on your pussy.

“i need you to be good for me,” he inserts himself back inside, eyes squeezing shut as you reflexively suck his length deeper into your walls. “can you be good for me?”

you nodded your head furiously, droplets of water landing onto seonghwa’s bare chest. he smirks, removing himself again with a harsh pop.

“words.”

“yes, sir.”

seonghwa snaps his hips against yours, cock bottoming out all at once as you screamed into your hand—uncaring of who was listening in. even seonghwa, who knew this was an hr (hongjoong) visit waiting to happen, did little more to silence you than stuff the wrung out rag inside your mouth. all efforts to be discrete—if any—were futile as the sound of his thrusts echoed off the shower walls.

“so tight…you’re so perfect for us, hm? little pussy was made to take cock. natural little cumslut.”

his words traveled through one ear and straight to your cunt. you couldn’t even form a full thought in your head, all cognitive abilities overwhelmed by the sheer desire to be full and feel good. a primative, subconscious need.

seonghwa continued at his brutal pace, taking a hold of your breast like handlebars. his only goal was making you cream all over him—he knew he had to have you when you finally arrived and provided a gorgeous face to the stories mingi kept telling about you. a million dollar pussy, an ass that deserves an oscar of its own. he was pleasantly surprised to see how receptive you were to his advances, leaving you soaked off just his gaze alone before mingi and hongjoong had even entered the room.

“oh, angel. you shouldn’t be so quick to give in like this,” seonghwa chastised, hypnotized by the way his length disappeared within your slick folds, “can’t have just anyone thinking they can touch you.”

“no, no, just for you. needed you so badly, hwa.” you alternated between drawn out mews and staccato gasping, breathlessly moaning out demands for seonghwa to go faster, harder…

your body no longer felt like your own. the sensation spreading throughout you numbed you from head to toe with pleasure. you were about to cum for the second time, this orgasm building to a much faster peak than the last.

he’s breathtaking, you thought to yourself as seonghwa angled you upwards, his tip pressing right against the sweet spot. hongjoong kept him out of view for a reason, and you figured it was jealousy—who wouldn’t want a body this pleasing all to themselves? you could both leave together, make a name for yourselves in erotica as the hottest film duo to see in action. then, you almost couldn’t believe what was happening to you, dick so good it had you planning a future with him.

“‘m cumming again…fuck it feels so fucking good, hwa,”

seonghwa sandwiches a hand between the two of you as he rubs at your clit, you nearly jump back from the sudden overstimulation. “cum for me, star. make a mess all over my cock. feel me on your clit and let go. just relax.”

he talks you through your orgasm, pace slowing down momentarily as you shook beneath him, vulgar swears escaping your lips in choked gasping phrases. seonghwa pulls out, stroking at his cock as he observed you coming down from orbit, kneading at your supple breasts.

“it’s my turn now, pretty angel. can you do something just for me?”

you didn’t have a moment to answer before seonghwa once again has you in his arms. this time, he lowered himself beneath you, positioning his mouth right below the mess that was your leaking cunt. you had taken up the job of stroking his length, spreading your juices and saliva down his shaft. he moans against your clit, impatiently exciting the sensitive bundle of nerves by attaching himself with powerful suction. you took hold of his lean thighs, body still in recovery from how strong the last orgasm had been.

seonghwa giggled as he studied the way you responded to every stimulus. he slipped three slender fingers inside your cunt and you instinctively began to ride his hand while taking his cock into your mouth. and you worked with desperate haste, relaxing your throat around his girth as best you could while he took control.

“cum for me, angel. you can do it,” seonghwa urged, his fingers pumping out of your hole at an unthinkable pace. his chest tightened—he’s definitely close, too. you felt him twitch inside you, coming up briefly for air before sinking down on his length one last time.

with your own release building up, you barely have time to comprehend seonghwa’s staggering movements before the familiar feeling of hot seed traveling down your throat made your own pussy clench around his fingers. for a moment, everything seemed drowned out by the roar of the shower as both of you rode out your orgasms in blissful silence. you let seonghwa fill up as much of your throat as he could before releasing him from your mouth, allowing the access to wash down the drain. seonghwa licked and sucked at your secretions, loving the way it dripped down his chin.

despite the running water, it made you both feel utterly filthy. seonghwa half expected hongjoong to come bursting through the door—though he’s both relieved and a bit disappointed when the door didn’t immediately open to reveal his short/tempered partner.

“god…i’m so fucking happy i decided to come here.” you said out loud to nobody in particular, hands massaging to soothe your aching cunt.

“me too, star. this has to stay a secret though, okay?” by the time you were able to gain a sense of reality, seonghwa was once again crouched beside you, washcloth hovering over you as he began cleaning you off—for real, this time.

you pouted playfully, “you sure? you don’t want to get that on camera next time?”

seonghwa chuckled, growing more endeared by your joviality with every passing second. “i’ll run that idea by the boss.”

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[fivestaralien]

skz when your shirt rides up and your belly shows - maknae line

-> skz x chubby!reader

warnings"+: lots of talk about bellies, felix's is a bit spicy but not really, if you aren't in the headspace to read this I totally understand, pls be gentle with yourselves<3 wordcount: 697 a.n.// here's pt. 2!!!! I might do more of these in the future, this style of scenarios is so fun to write. pls comment/reblog it helps me the most!! pls be careful and check in with friends and family. stay safe <3

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jisung~ he is so clingy to the point that you weren’t sure if there were any days that he wasn’t already pulling your shirt to get his hands on you. you are laying on your bed reading your book when suddenly jisung decides to flop his body onto your back. a groan leaves your lips as you try to push him off. this just leads to him hugging you tighter, making you lose your page. he complains that you aren’t giving him enough attention to which you counter that he barely just got back from rehearsal a few minutes ago and didn’t even give you time to do anything. somewhere in the debacle, jisungs hand had found its way to your stomach, gripping the extra skin to keep you from moving away. his other hand moving up and down your side. you feel him kiss the back of your neck all the way to your shoulder then playfully nips at your ear. 

 felix~ the club was insanely packed and the dance floor was currently the only place to find you. felix tries to scoot around the many people to get to you but decides it is easier to just keep an eye on you back where your friends were. he watches you dance with your best friend and occasionally smiles and blows kisses when you would catch his eye. at some point late into the night you find yourself exhausted and shove your way to the back where everyone was. you sit next to felix, leaning back against his chest. he was chatting to chan about something but gets distracted when you sit up and stretch your arms above your head, causing your shirt to hike up. he licks his lips when his eyes land on the newly showing skin then subtly pulls it down for you, knowing that if he stared any longer he’d be pulling you out to go home. you look back at him with a drunk smile then kiss his cheek. 

 seungmin~ it all started when you had asked him to take a picture of you. you were out on a date and the scenery was too beautiful to not get a picture in front of it. you do various poses and for the last one you lift your arms above your head, causing the underside of your belly to show. seungmin had to stop himself from drooling and from then on he took every opportunity to see you in shirts that rode up or showed your stomach. every now and then you would notice him staring at you when you would wear cropped shirts or when laying down and your shirt rides up. at first you thought he was doing it out of disgust but the heat of his stare always shuts those thoughts down quickly. you bring it up to him on a random night in bed, asking why he is always so adamant on staring at your belly. he goes on a little tangent that ends with him folding your shirt up, kissing all around your soft skin and eventually he rests his head and falls asleep there. 

jeongin~ you didn’t say anything to jeongin as you pulled him through your front door and plop him on the couch. you called him for an emergency try on haul for an upcoming trip with some friends and he was more than happy to be there for you. so for about an hour you try on everything in your closet, mix and match to make outfits and even test a few accessories as well. there’s one particular shirt that you really wanted to bring but as you put it on you realize that it had shrunk since the last time. jeongin glances up from his phone when you walk out, standing up in concern at the frown on your face. you lift your arms up to show him the problem and he just smiles. he playfully pokes at the newly exposed expanse of your belly and you quickly put your arms down, swatting his hands away. you whine that it’s not funny and jeongin continues which eventually leads you into a laughing fit.

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[solkara]

❛ 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , jacaerys velaryon and baela targaryen ❜

⌗ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 , you were born a fighter you had to be the life you lived didn't allow you the liberty of comfort growing up not knowing any form of affection until they came

⌗ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , jacaerys velaryon x fem! fighter! reader x baela targaryen

⌗ 𝐬𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 , okay so ngl this was only meant to be one part but I just had so many idea's. also I know the request said jace and luke but I couldn't help but add my girl baela but dw their is gonna be some platonic luke in the next part heheh

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⌗ since the day you were born you were alone. your father left you before you were born. your mother died giving birth to you. so from the moment you took your first breath. you were completely and utterly alone. you weren't high born. meaning your name bore you no luxuries nor status to fall back on. you had nothing.

⌗ so like every other common born you turned to the extremes to make ends meet. and your method just so happened to be the most dangerous of them all. fighting. now fights weren't uncommon in kings landing. especially child ones. often done in dark alleyways where hoards of drunks and gamblers came to spectate.

⌗ and while it wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world it paid rather well if you were the winning party. and it was better than becoming a whore. so you tried your hand at it at the ripe age of nine. and haven't looked back since. the fights started off small. meaning small payouts.

⌗ but once you developed a reputation of being undefeated you graduated from street fights with other children and drunks to the big leagues. arena fights. it was no secret that the royals and highborns of king's landing enjoyed watching arena fights. with most betting ridiculous amounts of money on a certain fighter.

⌗ praying to the seven they can reap the rewards. but the more money they gambled the more money there was to be paid out to the winning fighter. which is why you had signed up for every arena fight since the age of sixteen.

⌗ your first had been a memorable one. with everyone counting you out from the jump. which didn't surprise you. as you were surrounded by experienced and stronger fighters. but by playing your cards right you were the last woman standing.

⌗ three years later and you were still undefeated and had become a favourite among the gambling highborn's. as not only were you a safe gamble. but you were also entertaining to watch. life was good. you had more money than you knew what to do with. when you weren't fighting you spent your days in the peace and quiet of your newly purchased home. until the next fight rolled around.

⌗ which just so happened to be a very special one. the fight was in honour of prince jacaerys velaryon's name day. to you it was run of the mill. all you had to do was go out there and win.

⌗ jace sat up on the balcony with his family. waiting for the fight to begin. truth be told he hated events like these. senseless violence that was passed off as exceptionable entertainment. but unfortunately he would have to bare though this as this was being thrown in his honour.

⌗ as he sat between his brother luke and his betrothed baela. he watched as the fighter flooded out of the gates and into the arena. jace's eyes were immediately drawn to a certain individual. she looked the same age as him and baela. though her body was far more toned and littered with scars. wearing scraped silver armour plating. she was as beautiful as she was intimidating.

⌗ and it seemed his betrothed agreed. "she's beautiful isn't she?" baela whispered to him. to which he could only nod. as the two watched the fight on the edge of their seat. the pair knew that they enjoyed duck and goose and were honest with each other very early on in their betrothal. so they had no problem admitting they found another attractive. or inviting them to their bed. and as the two silently looked at each other they knew they had to speak to you. even if it was just once.

⌗ as the fight drew to a conclusion and you once again stood victorious over the rest. walking out of the arena and into the fighter's area. you collected to earnings for the night. but as you went to leave you were stopped by a guard. who informed you that you had been summoned to the royal box.

@avatar4life , Gio, can I get a headcanon for Jacaerys and Lucerys, can be either platonic or romantic your pick, and can you make it about a reader being an arena fighter and them trying to save her and gain her trust? And she's tall and buff with scars scattered around her body. Hope you have a good day or night or evening!!

[idyllwave]

THE GIRL WHO CRIED WOLF. PT 1

Wolf Hybrid ! Toji x Fem ! Reader

Hoping to land your dream job as a nurse at a hospital, you quickly learn your boss (a highly influential doctor) is up to no good as she forces you to work in an illegal underground fighting ring as a nurse. In fear of your own life, you quietly work there, but problems just keep coming your way.

Warnings | asshole/abusive boss , terrible work environment , blood , needles , not very descriptive words concerning work as a nurse (im not a nurse, but im trying here-), grammatical errors , etc.

You were going to be sick; you could feel it in your stomach and in the back of your throat as you hastily started preparing your medical supplies. Your boss, a harsh and uncaring doctor, loved making extra money, so she would always put her workers to use by sending them to illegal underground fighting arenas to attend to injured fighters. And you, a shy and nervous little nurse who was just newly hired, were forced to be the new stand-in cause the other nurse was found dead in a ditch the morning prior to your interview. You, of course, tried to protest, even going as far as saying that illegal fighting was wrong, but the doctor wasn’t having any of it as she easily threatened you.

You’ll end up like that other nurse if you even think about opening up to the police, so you would find your mouth practically zipping shut as you were basically forced into a new place.

Now, you could still go home, of course, but now you worked on a completely different schedule to what you were expecting at the hospital.

“Oi! Girl! Get your ass over here, hop to it, shorty!”

You hastily gathered up the rest of your supplies including the needles and disinfectants as you rushed to the operating room. Each bed was occupied as the fighters all waited for you. Your eyes couldn’t help but to note how most of them were hybrids while others were humans. Which was another thing about the illegal fights going on.

“See? I told you we got a new nurse,” someone quipped on the right of the other room, he was a cheetah hybrid, “the last one started talking to the police and none of you believed me.”

You made a mental note to be wary of that one, seems like the type to either spread false rumors or tattle if you try to go to the police. Both instances ending in your death, sadly.

Gaining any pseudo courage that you had, you put on a brave face and wheeled your small cart to the first bed. Shakily, almost way too timidly, you gently asked for the gorilla hybrid to show you any wounds he had. He had a few bruises on his arms, and a gash on his stomach. You asked him to lift his shirt to which he luckily obliged.

And you immediately got to work.

It was easy going from patient to patient as you ignored their perverse remarks and their back and forth comments to one another as long as you focused on the wounds that they had. You counted eight hybrids and five human men.

“Finally my turn,” a snow lepard hybrid said as your eyes flickered to his face before focusing on the deep cut on his arm. He was rather pretty, too pretty to be here. Soft white hair, bright blue eyes, a handsome face, and a fluffy tail with two fluffy ears sitting atop his head. You knew not to ask him any personal questions as you cleaned his cut and stitched it up with relative ease.

He whistled as he looked at his patched-up arm, his tail swishing behind him, “you’re way better than the other nurse, she would just poke and stab at us without a care in the world, but you’re actually careful! I didn’t even feel the needle go in as you stitched me up!”

You didn’t thank him or engage in further conversation as you bowed to him and started to collect your tools, he merely grinned at you before taking his leave himself, and before you could also step out the door, someone blocked your path.

“See? Ain’t she pretty?”

Your heart dropped in your stomach as you took a step back. The two men, one of them being a patient you patched up, stepped into the room with you.

“Yeah, real pretty…hey pretty nurse, want to play with us?”

You shook your head, “no thank you,” your voice shook and stuttered as you spoke, “please excuse me-,” you yelped loudly when one of them grabbed a hold of your arm, but before you could yell for help, someone else was already there and yanking the person up by the scruff of his neck.

“How annoying that you humans are turning out to be more animal than us.”

The man had thankfully let go of your arm while the other backed away, his eyes going wide as a big wolf hybrid easily held the man up a few feet off the ground. And when I say big, he was big. His form was packed with muscle, his tail black, sleek, long, and still as it hung behind, and his long black ears were pressed flat, back against his head as he bared his long, sharp teeth at the man.

“Got any wounds on you?”

“N-no,” the man sputtered.

“Then get out of the nurse’s office, unless you want me to give you reason to be here.”

With relative ease, the man was tossed out and with one look from the wolf hybrid the other, the patient you had patched up, scrambled out the door along with his friend. Still shocked at what had happened, you bowed to the hulkish man, “thank you so much, mister!”

He glanced down at you and huffed before making his way to one of the beds, his body plopping down onto it as he looked at you with a bored yet expectant look. Acting quickly, you grabbed a hold of your forgotten cart and wheeled it towards him, and the moment you got close he raised his arm and pulled up one side of his shirt to reveal a large gash below his ribs.

“Hurts. Right. Here. Doc.”

He said the words with each tap of his long nails against the wound, each syllable filled with a mocking tone. You noticed it was on the same side as the arm that he used to lift that man up, it must of hurt to do that…

“I’m no doctor,” you said simply as you got to work once more, your hands slightly shaking as he had bigger claws and teeth (and even more muscle) than the other hybrids. He snorted, “a nurse then? What happened to the other one?”

You knew you shouldn’t continue the conversation, but you did anyway.

“I- I heard she died.”

“Killed more like it,” he licked his sharp teeth, the sight scaring you slightly as you focused back on the gash.

He eyed you again, “so you’re the replacement then…”

You nodded and he smirked, “what? This not your dream job?”

You shook your head, “I thought … I thought I was going to work at a hospital… I didn’t even know this place existed before my boss forced me to work here.”

The wolf hybrid said nothing else as you finished patching him up, a part of him surprised that the stitches didn’t hurt as much as last time, must be because she was being gentle unlike that last nurse.

He went to stand before your voice spoke up again, “thanks again mister,” and there was that word again.. “mister” it made his skin crawl.

“Don’t call me that, makes me sound old,” to you he probably was but he didn’t care, “just call me Toji.”

Toji didn’t leave you with any warnings of place, nor did he think to say anything as he took his leave, and it would be another week before he would see you again, but this time it wasn’t in the nurse’s office where you should be.

You were a shaky little thing as he watched you pass by his room, your steps shaky as you carried a first aid kit. Curiosity got the better of him as he got out of his bed and walked out of his room, his voice calling out to you, “where are you going?”

Jumping at his voice, he could tell that you had managed to hold in a scream as you turned towards him, “I- I have to go to someone’s room to patch them up… uhm, someone named Sukuna Ryomen.”

Toji felt his nose scrunch at the mention of the name. And just as he was about to go back to his room, he took one look at you and resisted the urge to sigh loudly as he decided to follow after you.

“Where are you going,” you managed to ask through shattering teeth and shaky breath.

“With you so you don’t get eaten, new nurses are always hard to get around here when a hybrid eats one,” Toji grumbled as he walked behind you. And as you ventured to where Sukuna was said to stay, let’s just say no one dared get in your way now that Toji was trailing behind you.

“This one,” Toji abruptly said as he stopped in front of a bloodied door.

“T- this one?!”

Toji nodded as you resisted the urge to run away and raised your hand to knock, but before you could Toji had decided to just do something far better and barge inside instead.

“Toji!”

He walked inside despite your protests and walked towards the bed where the tiger hybrid was sleeping, “oi, get up. The nurse is here,” he kicked the side of the bed causing the tiger hybrid to grumble and sit up. His piercing red eyes staring daggers into Toji as he looked around the room, “what you the new nurse? Where’s the cute outfit?”

Toji snarled, “no, this nurse-,” he stopped when he noticed that your ass was still outside the door making him grumble and walk over to you, “get in there!”

You yelped as you were tossed inside, Toji behind you as he pushed you towards Sukuna’s bed, “place nice kitty, eat her and we probably won’t be getting medical treatment for the next few months.”

Sukuna grinned as Toji turned to take his leave, the smell of cat, blood, and musk started to feel nauseating as he made a beeline for the door.

“Whatever you say, stupid mutt,” Sukuna bit back as Toji left to back to his own room. A part of you slightly sad that the man wasn’t going to stick with you for a little while longer.

“Well, nurse, you going to patch me up?”

You nodded quickly as you got closer to him and he turned to where he was laying back down, his back to you to reveal three long slash marks along his back.

“Damn snow lepard is fast,” he grumbled as he could feel your eyes burn holes into the gashes, “hurry up and fix them,” he snapped, “before I change my mind and make you my dinner.”

You yelped and quickly set your first aid to the side and pulled out your supplies. Your hands, finally not shaking, carefully touching his back as you started the tedious process of cleaning each gash.

Once you were done he got up and stretched, making you stumble away from him a bit to avoid one of his outstretched arms, but that was a wrong move as he reached for you. You winced when he pulled you hard and tugged you to be underneath him. His body trapping you there as he grinned at you. His teeth, were they sharper than Toji’s? His mouth definitely looked bloodier.

“I said not to eat her.”

Sukuna glanced towards the open door. Toji had returned with an annoyed look on his face. Sukuna merely huffed out a laugh as he let you go to which you had quickly stuffed everything back into your first aid kid and hurrying to the door where you hid behind Toji. Sukuna offered no apology as he laid back down facing away from the door. Toji took that as a sign to close the door quickly and then look down at you.

“You like causing trouble, don’t you?”

“Not on purpose,” you tried to defend, but the fear was evident in your voice.

Toji was reluctant, but he ended up walking you back to your office, his nose scrunching as he could smell Sukuna all over you. Disgusting.

“Don’t go to his room alone anymore, take me with you.”

“But you left the last time.”

“I’ll stay the next.”

You watched him carefully be nodding to him.

“Good girl.”

You felt your face grow hot at the pet name, but tried not to let it show as you thanked him for saving you again before retreating into your office.

Toji wouldn’t see you for the next two week as you had taken a few sick days. Which was understandable. Anyone normal like you would need a break from his place. And it wouldn’t be until two days later that he would see you again, but this time it wasn’t in the nurse’s office or the hallway. Instead you were in the front row seats to the little fighting ring. Your boss sitting next to you as you shivered like a leaf next to her.

That boss sure was sadistic, no matter how many nurses she brought here, she always forced them to watch the bloody fights at least once or twice.

“Look girl, see how they tear each other apart.”

Toji could practically hear your heart racing, your blood pumping, your adrenaline spiking. Moving from his seat, he made his way over to the front.

“Move.”

The person on your right yelped when Toji pushed them causing you and your boss to look up as Toji took his seat, a leg crossing over the other as his hand held a small betting ticket.

“What’s that,” you asked quietly, Toji’s ears still managed to pick up the question, “a betting ticket.”

“You can gamble on these fights?”

Toji grinned down at you, his tongue licking across his teeth, in the short time that you’ve known him you see that he does that a lot, not that you mind, of course. And little did you know, talking with him managed to get both your eyes and mind off the fight.

“Who are you betting on,” you asked.

“The lion.”

You snickered.

“What’s so funny, brat?”

“I didn’t think you would bet on a cat.”

Toji scrunched his nose, “usually no, but I always lose my bets and I hear this cat’s a good fighter.”

You smiled at that, “I hope you win.”

And just as the words left your mouth, the bell rang loud throughout the ring, the lion pronounced the victor as Toji’s ears perked up at the announcement, his eyes glanced down as you, but your boss was too busy making sure you looked closely at the mangled body of the reptilian opponent.

A low growl reverberated in Toji’s throat before he could stop it causing your boss to let go of you and glare up at him, “watch your tone hybrid trash.”

“Make me,” he taunted.

Your boss said nothing else as she stood up and left you two be, there was no doubt in your mind that she will make you work longer hours now…

“Y/n.”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s go.”

“Go where?”

He wanted to take you away from the bloody sight before you, but he couldn’t say that, not now, not ever, “to collect my bet.”

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[javierpena-inatacvest]

Maybe, Baby?

Summary: You and Frankie aren't trying for a baby just yet, but when your weird symptoms start to throw your body for a loop, you start to wonder if you actually might be pregnant

Pairing: Husband!Frankie Morales x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: SMUT (18+), Unprotected p in v sex (wrap before u tap, silly gooses), creampie, praise kink, size kink (if u squint), unintentional breeding kink (lmaoooo, it's me, sorry not sorry), birth control/family planning, pregnancy (or maybe not? part 2 maybe? hehe) symptoms, Frankie and reader mention being closer to 30 than 16 (turns out when you're an adult, it's not a teen pregnancy anymore), reader has hair that can be played with, Frankie being the sweetest husband alive (all the gold stars for him), Frankie is so excited to be a dad that I just may pass away

A/N: I know y'all voted for me to finish chapter 20 but i lied (I'm so sorry), but I wrote this in a day and husband Frankie was really speaking to me on this one 😭 This one is brought to you by my raging baby fever and perhaps some real life inspiration WHOOPS, art imitating life on this one ig 💀 Poorly beta'd bc that's how I roll!!!

Ever since getting off birth control a few months ago, your body had felt… different. 

While you were glad you had made the change for yourself, you still found yourself shocked every month when a new sort of symptom decided to appear at some point in your cycle that you had never dealt with before- acne in new places, weird cramps, and crazy mood swings that showed up out of nowhere before your period were just a few of the things you were learning to manage as you figured out your body post birth control. 

Another symptom you hadn’t expected was that now, you were insatiably horny. 

All the time. 

While Frankie had been more supportive and caring in helping you deal with all of your not so pleasant symptoms than you could have hoped for, he was also more than happy to help you with your newly found positive one, too. 

The only problem was, after so many years of not having to worry about the consequences of your sex life on birth control, you and Frankie were finding it very hard to adjust to be more… careful. 

As you got hornier and hornier, the box of condoms that Frankie had bought after you stopped taking the pill had been seeing less and less use, and to be honest, hadn’t really seen the light of day from the back of his nightstand drawer in about a month an a half- and if you were being even more honest, on top of that, Frankie’s pull out game was almost nowhere to be found. 

You both knew that you wanted a family in the future- That was a part of your reason for getting off birth control to begin with. The two of you had agreed to hold off at least for a little longer to try and get your life more in order before bringing a baby into it, but with with your new lack of protection when it came to sex, and constant horniness around the clock, you both were beginning to have a feeling that that your agreed upon timeline for having a baby might be harder for you to maintain that you thought. 

Especially when you found yourself morphing into an unspeakably horny monster when you were ovulating. 

So little did you realize, that as you were brushing your teeth in the bathroom as the two of you were getting ready for bed and you caught a glimpse in the mirror of Frankie, stripping out of his shirt and jeans, leaving him only in his boxers as he searched around in your dresser for pajamas, that was the reason you nearly spit out your entire mouthful of toothpaste to try and get a mouthful of something else. 

You couldn’t help but ogle at your husband's broad body and freckled tan skin, muscles flexing as he shuffled through your drawers, pulling out an old, worn gray t-shirt and tugging it over his head, running his hand through his messy, curly hair before searching for his pajama bottoms.

At this point, you had honestly braced yourself on the edge of the bathroom counter to keep yourself from falling over at how mouth-watering he looked, already feeling the wetness beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear at the thought of wanting to rip his clothes off just as fast as he had put them on. 

Letting out a yawn, Frankie raised his hands above his head so a sliver of his soft belly peaked out between his waistband and shirt hem before making his way into the bathroom, sleepily padding along the tile floor until his body was behind yours, chest flushed against your back and arms wrapped around your waist. Even more prevalent, his bulge pressed against your ass, making the wet spot in your underwear grow damper by the second. 

“You ready for bed, querida?” Frankie cooed, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder and smiling at your reflections in the mirror. 

While you were absolutely ready to get into bed, sleeping was not going to be your activity of choice.  

“I think that maybe…” You paused, turning around to face Frankie, his body caging yours against the counter, palms splayed flat on either side of your hips, looking down at you with his sweet, brown eyes, “I think that maybe we should do something else before we go to sleep.” 

“Something else, huh?” Frankie smirked, raising his eyebrows at you as your hands began to run up and down his arms, slightly squeezing the muscles of his biceps as your fingers crept under the fabric of his shirt sleeves. “And what might that something else be, Hermosa?” 

“You know exactly what it is, Fransisco. You expect me to watch you just roam around shirtless in our bedroom and not get all hot and bothered? God, you’re so fucking hot.” You moaned, letting your hands run up his shoulders and around his neck, pulling him in for a long, electric kiss. 

“Damn, what’s gotten into you, babe?” Frankie chuckled, trying his best not to blush at your comment, sliding his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“I don’t- Fuck, I don’t know, I just know that if you don’t fuck me right this second, I think I’m gonna explode.” 

While your statement may have had a flair for the dramatic, it was just about as close to the God’s honest truth as you could get- You were so worked up, you felt practically feral, the ache in your core so strong that you really did feel like you were on the verge of implosion. 

Before you even gave Frankie time to respond, your lips were crashing into his with a ferocious intensity, your hands grabbing fistfulls of his t-shirt as you stumbled back towards your bedroom, bodies bumping and bouncing against the walls and door frames, mouths never parting as the back of Frankie’s knees finally hit the mattress, forcing him to fall backwards onto the bed. 

Crawling overtop of him, you were already straddled over his hips, grinding your bottom half on the bulge growing in his pajamas as your hands crept under the hem of his t-shirt, running along the tanned, soft skin of his chest, making him let out a low groan that rumbled in his throat. 

Frantically shuffling himself further onto the bed, Frankie’s hands dug into your hips and over your ass as your hands slid down from his chest to his waistband, fingers tugging at the elastic to shuffle his bottoms and boxers down his legs, quickly followed by your own, dropping to a crumpled pile on the floor. 

Feeling your fingers wrap around his cock, already painfully hard, you swirled the precum leaking from his tip with your thumb before dragging your hand up and down his length, leaving Frankie sitting up in surprise while he watched you begin to hover over him, dragging his dick through your folds. 

“Hermosa, are you sure you don’t need me to-” But before Frankie could finish the rest of his protest to make sure you were ready to take him, you were already sinking down onto him, whimpering at the sweet sting and stretch of his fullness, followed by the ragged moan escaping Frankie’s lips. 

“Oh fuck… Nuh uh, Frankie. I need to feel you, baby. Needed to feel you inside me.” You whined, taking Frankie cock inch by inch until he had bottomed out inside you, his tip kissing your cervix, the fullness making you cry out in pleasure. 

Normally with Frankie’s size, you would have needed to warm you up first, but with how wet and worked up you already were, you were able to take him with ease, desperate to feel him buried deep inside you. 

“Jesus fucking christ, queirda, you’re so fucking wet. Fuck, baby.” Frankie moaned, feeling you begin to slide up and down his length, coating him with your arousal with each swirl of your hips. 

Arching your back, you jutted your hips forward, bracing your hands on Frankie’s strong thighs, circling your bottom half against his, whimpering at his fullness and the hairs at the base of his cock brushing against your clit, selfishly already longing to chase your own high to ease the ache that had been burning in your core. 

“Fuck, Frankie, you feel so good. Feel so fucking full with you in me.” You whimpered, bouncing even harder and faster on Frankie’s cock, the lewd sounds of your skin slapping his and wetness dripping from your heat coating the walls of your bedroom. 

“Yeah? This what you wanted, pretty girl? Wanted me to stretch this pretty little pussy out and fill you up?” Frankie groaned, gritting his teeth as he began to jut his hips up into yours as you rode him, the added depth of his thrusts making you cry out in pleasure. 

And for as fucking good as it felt, the horny monster you had morphed into had you greedily craving more- to have Frankie stretch you open in a way that had you seeing stars, so much that you could still feel the next day, long after the two of you were finished. 

“I-I want more, p-please, baby. Fuck- Fuck me harder, Fransisco.” You cried, your sweet voice whimpering his full name turning him almost as feral as you were, letting out a low growl as he grabbed you by your hips, flipping you so that your back hit the mattress and he was caging his broad body over yours. 

Practically ripping the t-shirt still covering your upper half off your body, Frankie dove face first between your breasts, groping one while hungrily sucking at the other, flicking your pebbled nipple with his tongue, his free hand reaching down to line his cock back up with your entrance, sliding back in to your aching core with ease. 

Frankie let himself sink all the way back in, filling you to the brim before hooking his arms around your knees, pressing your legs against your stomach, smirking to himself at the ragged moan you let out as the new angle opened you up even further. 

“You want me to fuck you harder, Hermosa?” Frankie mewled, slowly dragging his length out of your heat, looking down to see your shiny slick soaking his cock before looking back at you and the wrecked expression plastered across your face, frantically nodding in desperation. “Tell me how badly you want it, sweet girl.” 

“Fuck, I need you so bad, Fransisco, please.” You begged, damn near close to tears with how deeply you needed to feel Frankie ease the emptiness inside you. “Please, baby, I- oh fuck-”  

Before you could even finish the rest of your plea, your breath was already hitched in the back of your throat as Frankie began to pound into you at a relentless pace, tightening his grip around your thighs while he pressed them closer to your chest, grunting with each rut of his hips into yours. 

“This what you want, querida? Meirda- so fucking wet and tight, baby girl. You feel so fucking good, holy fuck.” 

It didn’t take long for the all too familiar tingle at the base of your spine to start spreading through your body like a wildfire as Frankie continued to slam into your g-spot, making you chant his name like a prayer, your brain at a loss for any other words than “Fuck, Fransisco.” 

And as if you already weren’t close enough, when Frankie reached down to thumb at your clit, rubbing in relentless circles against your sensitive nub, you knew you were a fucking goner. 

“That’s it, Hermosa. Cum for me, baby. Want that- oh fuck- want that prefect pussy to fucking soak me.” Frankie groaned, feverishly pounding into you, desperate to feel you come undone for him giving him long enough to fight off his own high that was rapidly building in the pit of his stomach. 

A few more thrusts were all it took to have the coil snapping in your belly, crying out Frankie’s name as you came, orgasm ripping through your body with a blinding intensity, eyes scrunching shut and jaw hanging open while pleasure and euphoria flowed through every ounce of you. 

Still blissed out and wrecked out of your mind, your eyes shot open as Frankie’s mouth crashed into yours, swallowing your whimpers and moans in a messy dance of tongues and teeth. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty when you cum. Jesus fuck-  fuck, I’m close too, baby. W-where do you want me, Hermosa?” Frankie asked, barley holding on long enough for you to answer, his thrusts becoming sloppier and sloppier as his hips began to stutter, gritting his teeth and furrowing his brow with every ounce of self control he had left. 

Still barley coherent enough to form a sentence, your brain blurted out the only thing you could think of, and the only thing that you really wanted in the moment. 

“Inside, Fransisco. Fuck, cum inside me, baby.” 

That alone was almost enough to send Frankie over the edge, letting out a long, low groan, sloppily rutting into you as his brain went blank alongside yours, starting to babble incoherently. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- you want me to fill you up, queirda? Fuck, I’ll fucking fill you up so good you’ll be dripping out of me for days. Oh fuck, shit baby, fuck, oh I’m gonnaahhhhhh-“ 

Just like that, Frankie took one last thrust, spilling deep inside you, coating your walls with his spend as his body slumped into yours, the pair of your chests rising and falling in sync as you both came back down to earth. 

“Jesus Christ… Holy fuck, Frankie.” You giggled quietly to yourself, blissfully filled with post orgasm ecstasy as your husband carefully pulled himself out before rolling over next to you on the bed, pulling you close against his chest. 

“Fuck me, Hermosa, holy shit.” Frankie chuckled, pressing a soft kiss into your forehead, tracing small circles on your back as he held you, heat radiating off of each other's sweat-ridden bodies. “God, I love you. We should probably get you cleaned up. You wanna shower?” He asked, smirking as your face lit up at his nearly rhetorical question. 

“Only if you’re up for round 2, Morales.”   

“My eyes are up here, Fransisco.” 

“Hmmm? What did you say?” 

“Exactly my point. Can you stop looking with your man eyes and look with your normal, helpful people eyes to help me decide on a dress for Benny and Victoria’s wedding?” You sighed, laughing to yourself as you raised an eyebrow at Frankie, his gaze still fixed on your chest. 

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll be helpful.” Frankie huffed, overdramatically rolling his eyes at you, playfully throwing his hands up in defense as he leaned back against the dressing room door, looking you up and down in one of the cute floral dresses you had picked to try on for your friends’ upcoming wedding. “It’s just that… Nevermind.” 

“It’s just that what, Frank?” You asked tilting your head in confusion at your husband as his eyes traveled back to your breasts, furled look in his brow like he was really staring there to prove a point. 

“It’s just that- Baby, I don’t know if it’s just the dress or what, but your boobs look huge. Like, they always look good, believe me, but like… Whew.” Frankie whistled, practically shaking his head in disbelief at how good you looked. 

“Really?” You asked, turning around to face the mirror in the dressing room, gently cupping your breasts, grimacing as you held them in your hands. “Yeah, I guess they do… Honestly, I was gonna complain about how sore they’ve been all day. I wonder if maybe my period is just coming early?” 

“Maybe? You did ride me pretty hard the last couple nights and put on a good show, so maybe they hurt from all that bouncing and-” 

“Frankie! We are in public!” You playfully scolded, giving him a flimsy slap to the chest to cut off the rest of his thought, the two of you quietly giggling to yourselves and trying to “Shhhh” each other from drawing too much attention to your dressing room stall. “The dress, you goofball, yes or no? Sooner we pick, the sooner we can go get food, because your wife is starving.” 

“I vote yes on the dress. You look beautiful in it, querida.” Frankie smiled, stepping behind you to press a kiss on the side of your head. 

“You just like it because it makes my boobs look huge.” 

“What? Can you blame me for wanting to stare at my gorgeous wife’s boobs all night?” 

“God, you are ridiculous, Fransisco. Fine, boob dress wins. Now let’s get out of here and go get some food before you get stuck in a titty trance and I die of hunger.” 

While the rest of your Saturday was spent enjoying the delicious Mexican food that you had picked up on the way home and a much needed night in on the couch with Frankie, there was a tiny part of your brain that couldn’t seem to shake his comment from earlier about how big your boobs looked. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t agree with him, because truth be told, they felt huge, too. They had been sore since you had woken up this morning, and while you had chalked it up to what you and Frankie had been up to the past few nights, or bad PMS symptoms, there was still just something about you that felt off. 

Later that night, during your movie marathon, you had paused whatever new action movie Frankie had been begging to watch since it had popped up on Netflix a few days ago for a popcorn refill. 

While Frankie meandered around the kitchen waiting for the next bag of popcorn to finish popping, you stayed curled up with your blanket in your corner of the couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, until a sharp twinge began to cramp in your lower stomach. The feeling took you by surprise, digging your fingers into your side to try and ease the dull and achy sensation as your face scrunched in confusion, wondering why in the world you had what felt like period cramps in your belly. 

“Hey, you okay, Hermosa?” Frankie asked, returning with popcorn in hand, his face painted with concern to see the pained look scrunched between your brow as you curled deeper into the couch. 

“Oh, y-yeah, I’m fine. I just um, I just had a weird cramp I guess. Probably just ate all that popcorn too fast.” You replied, trying to convince yourself just as much as you were trying to convince Frankie that you were overthinking whatever mystery symptoms had just flashed through your lower half. 

“Here, lemme just set this popcorn down and then I can rub your back while we finish the movie, okay?” Frankie smiled softly, setting down the bowl on the coffee table before crawling back under the sea of blankets on the couch with you, laying your head against his thigh like a pillow while his hand traced up and down along the small of your back. 

“Thanks, Frankie.” You whispered quietly, taking a few deep breaths as the familiar warmth of your husband’s palm worked up and down the worn fabric of his shirt that you had put on earlier. 

“Of course, baby. If you need anything else, just let me know, okay? Just promise me you’ll take it easy on the popcorn if you have any more there, Killer.” 

The two of you laughed quietly as Frankie leaned down to press a soft kiss into your messy hair laid across his lap before picking up the remote to let the rest of the movie play as your eyelids began to get heavier and heavier as you slowly drifted off to sleep. 

“What’s inside this box?” 

“Open it up and find out! It’s a surprise for you!” 

“Okay? Huh, why is it just a pregnancy test in there?” 

“It’s yours! Congratulations! You’re having a baby!” 

“Ahhhhh!” You shrieked, panting as you woke from a cold sweat, shooting up from the couch. “What the fuck…” You whispered to yourself, coming to and realizing that you were now awake and had only been dreaming moments before this. Running your hands over your face, you blinked a few times to be greeted by the dim light of the TV still flickering in the background, Frankie sprawled out and snoring by your side where the two of you must have fallen asleep on the couch during the movie. 

“What a weird fucking dream…” You sighed to yourself, shaking your head as you quietly pushed yourself off the couch to stumble to the bathroom, pulling your phone out of your sweatpants pocket to check what ungodly hour of the night it had to be since the two of you had crashed on the couch. 

2:07 A.M. 

You let out a low grumble, pushing your sweatpants down to your ankles as you sat down to pee, blinking your eyes open wider to look through the notifications piled on top of each other on your lockscreen. Mindlessly swiping through a few junk emails and text messages from group chats, one notification in particular caught your eye, rousing you from your half awake state. 

“Feeling down? As you begin your Luteal Phase of your cycle, it’s normal to be less cheerful compared to last week when you were Ovulating! Click to track your cycle symptoms for today!” 

Oh shit.  

You could feel your heart beginning to race as you opened up the app, scrolling to the calendar tracker for the month. Swiping through the days, it didn’t take you long to realize that despite all of your weird symptoms you had been chalking up to PMS, you were almost two weeks away from starting your period. Frantically scrolling backwards, you began to try and rack your brain of all of the times in the past week that you had sex with Frankie while you would have been ovulating, and out of that number, how many times he hadn’t finished inside you, let alone even attempt to pull out. 

And that number was a big, fat zero. 

That’s when it hit you like a fucking freight train- You weren’t PMS-ing.

More than likely, you were pregnant. 

“Holy fuck…” You whispered to yourself, your voice trembling and heart pounding as you buried your face in your trembling hands, your mind flooding with a million different thoughts all at once. 

How could you not remember that you were ovulating? Would Frankie be upset? The two of you weren’t even trying for kids right now. Would you be a good Mom? What were you even going to need to do to prepare? Your house was starting to get small for just you and Frankie, let alone a baby. How were you going to find a new place to live in 9 months? And get a new car? How were you- 

“Baby, you good in there?” Frankie groaned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he stumbled into the bathroom, letting out a yawn as he opened the door, bright light flooding into the hallway and revealing the sobbing mess you had become, still pants down, hunched over the toilet. 

“Woah, hey, hey, hey. Baby, baby, what’s going on? Talk to me, Hermosa. Are you okay? What happened?” You could feel Frankie’s demeanor immediately switch as soon as he saw you in the bathroom, instantly dropping to his knees by your side, his hands gently grabbing your face to shift your gaze towards him, carefully swiping his thumb to dry the tears that had been streaming down your cheeks. 

“Frankie, I- I- Fuck.” You stuttered, gulping hard as you tried to catch your breath, fighting back your nervous sobs as you locked eyes with Frankie, wondering how in the world you were ever about to brace him for the news you were about to tell him. 

“Hermosa, what is it? Please, tell me baby, what’s wrong?” Frankie pleaded, softly squeezing your face in reassurance as he waited for your response. 

You took a few more deep breaths, composing yourself enough to at least try to get a coherent thought out, swallowing hard as the words left your mouth. 

“Frankie, I-, Frankie, I think- I think I’m pregnant.” 

Frankie’s eyes went wide, his jaw practically hanging open as he tried to process what you had just told him, wondering if he hadn’t heard you right in his groggy state. 

“W-what?” 

“I think I might be pregnant, Frankie.” 

Before you could even bear the thought of looking at his face again, filled with fear that it would be a look of shock and disappointment, you buried your face in your hands again, fighting with everything in you not to cry and keep your composure. 

Frankie sat quietly for a moment, his hand covering up the gaping hole his jaw had made as it nearly hit the floor, shaking his head in disbelief before wrapping his hand around your wrist, pulling your hands to look at him. 

“R-really? You- fuck- You really think you’re pregnant?” 

As your eyes met his, you couldn’t believe the look on your husbands face- Not only was Frankie practically grinning from ear to ear, the sweet brown of his puppy dog eyes were welling with happy tears of their own, waiting on your every word as if he still didn’t believe what he was hearing. Silently, you began to slowly nod your head, biting down on your tongue, your heart feeling like it was about to shoot out of your chest. 

“You’re...y-you’re not upset?” You stammered, sitting up a little taller at Frankie’s reaction. 

“Upset? Hermosa, why in the world would I ever be upset?” Frankie laughed quietly, gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear as his other hand cupped your jaw. “Querida… There’s nothing more I want on this earth than to have a family. And-fuck- The fact that it gets to be with you? That you might give me a family? How could I ever be upset about that? 

“Well it’s not like we were really trying for a baby, Frank. We said another year or two. With the house and money -” 

“Hey. We’ll figure it all out, okay? I promise, we’ll be more than okay.” Frankie smiled, his goofy grin still stretched wide between his cheeks, finally easing some of your worry. 

“I don’t even feel like I’m old enough to have a kid. I feel like I need to call up MTV to tell them I’ll be on the next season of 16 and Pregnant.” The two of you snorted, shaking your heads in awestruck disbelief that a stupid joke about a reality TV show could soon become your reality. 

“Well considering we’re married, have a house, and most importantly, are much closer to 30 than we are 16, I think they may have a hard time pitching the show “Married Couple Has a Baby”.” Frankie teased, giving you a playful nudge as the two of you laughed, giving you a few seconds to catch your breath before trying to dig into details. “Did- Did you take a test? How long have you known?”

“No, I don’t know for sure yet, Frank. It’s… It’s just a feeling, I guess. But the huge, sore boobs, weird, period-like cramps and the fact that we really haven’t been the most careful are all pretty good clues.” 

“Well, I mean, I don’t know, we’ve tried to be care-” 

Before Frankie could even finish the rest of his thought, you were already giving him the sassiest look you could muster in your overwhelmed and sleepy state, making the two of you laugh again he let out a sigh of defeat. 

“Okay, yeah, we really haven’t been that careful at all. Sweetie, listen, I- I know it’s not what we had planned, but… I mean, if you are pregnant…” Frankie paused, smiling at your stomach as he gently place a hand over your belly, tears welling in his chocolate brown eyes, “Baby, I would be so excited. Nervous as hell, but so fucking excited.” 

“Me too.” You sniffed, looking down at Frankie’s palm splayed across your stomach, heart swelling at the thought of Frankie being dad, thinking of how sweet and caring and perfect he’d be as you grew your little family together. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled Frankie in close, letting out a shaky sigh, whispering your words through happy tears. 

“I love you so much, Frankie.” 

“I love you so much too, Hermosa. More than anything.” 

For the sake of Frankie’s shoulder, you pulled away to wipe your tears to keep from soaking your husband’s shirt, quietly laughing to yourself at the fact that this whole time you had been talking to Frankie, you had still been pantsless, hunched over the toilet. 

“It probably would have been way more romantic to tell you all of this not at 2:30 in the morning, pantsless and hunched over the toilet like a little gremlin.” You snorted, Frankie following suit as he shook his head, running his hand through the sleepy curls of your hair. 

“I wouldn’t want it any other way, mi amor. C’mon, let’s get you up to bed.” 

As the two of you sleepily trotted your way upstairs, curling together under the warmth of your comforter with Frankie’s chest pressed against your back, you couldn’t help but smile as his arm draped over your stomach, hand resting on your belly while his thumb traced soft circles on your skin, imagining what it would be like if a few months from now if you really were getting ready to add another member to your family. 

The next morning, as the sunrise began to spill through your curtains, casting bright orange and pink shadows on your bedroom walls, you couldn’t help but stir as the familiar scent and warmth of Frankie’s body was missing from his side of the bed.

 As you sat up in the sea of blankets and comforters, softly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you saw Frankie’s frame quietly sneaking through the bedroom door, fresh mug of coffee and bag of breakfast in hand with a stupid smile plastered across his face as he was greeted with your barely awake grin. 

“Good morning, beautiful.” Frankie cooed, setting down the coffee and breakfast down on your nightstand as he sat down next to you on the edge of the bed, pressing a tender kiss into the sleep-ridden ends of your hair before wrapping his arms around you in a long embrace. 

“Good morning, handsome.” You yawned, stretching your arms over your head, letting out a little grunt and laying your head on Frankie’s shoulder. “What’s all this for?” You asked, gesturing towards the coffee and oversized McDonald’s bag, assuming it was the reason for Frankie’s absence when you woke up. 

“I- I don’t know, I uh- I was just really excited when I got up this morning. It was early, and I didn’t wanna wake you up, so I made a trip to CVS to buy some pregnancy tests for you and figured I’d pick up breakfast on the way home.” Frankie smiled sheepishly, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, brushing past his untamed morning curls. “I know- I know you can’t really take the tests yet- I spent a lot of time reading the boxes in the store and wasn’t really sure what the best one was to take, so I got like, 4 different ones for when it's time.” 

“God, you’re so sweet. You’re the best, you know that? It’s about to be a long week of waiting before I can take one of those. Do you- fuck, Frankie, do you think it could really be positive?” You asked, tears beginning to well in your eyes again as you smiled up at your husband, already beaming back at you, picturing the two pink lines showing up on all of the tests he had bought for you. 

“Maybe, if we’re lucky.” He smirked, gently cupping your face, swiping his thumb across your face. “But if it’s not, then maybe… Maybe we start trying for a positive one on purpose.” 

“R-really?” You grinned, biting down on your lip in excitement. 

“Really, really.” Frankie replied, bringing his lips to yours in a long, slow kiss, soaking in the sweet taste of you on his tongue. “And maybe…” 

“Maybe, what, Fransisco?” You giggled, bringing your mouth back to his in a sweet and sloppy kiss. 

“Maybe…. We start trying right now, ya know, just to be sure. Wouldn’t want all those pregnancy tests to go to waste.”

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Kirishima Eijirou Crushing On x Bestie!Reader

Quick Author’s Note:

what’s up guys i’ve hit aunctie status and am in my twenties now and i started this account when i was liiiike 16 and now i’ve just have waves of inspiration after being inactive for forever :3 this is unedited just brain rot to get my old gears rolling since i started rewatching anime again😁

enjoy y’all ☺️ love feedback and request OPEN!!!

he didn’t know how it started… the feeling of queasiness whenever your eyes found his in conversation, looking at you whenever he made a cheesy joke to hear your mellifluous giggle, the butterflies in his tummy after brushing shoulders on the couch during movie night with his closest friends. but kirishima has a problem. and it’s you and he feels so guilty about it because you’re supposed to be platonic! just two friends who happen to live in the same dorm and spend their free time hanging out! nothing to be misinterpreted… right?

he knew he was done for after you seen him with his hair down for the first time

you couldn’t help yourself! that man went through got2b by the can so during your first movie night in the dorm you threaded your fingers in his unstyled hair and scratched softly on his scalp

“ ‘m sorry i just had to know what your hair felt like with no gel” you quipped with a friendly smile

this wasn’t out of the ordinary at all… you guys gave friendly hugs, pushed at each other when you laughed, and whispered shared inside jokes to tease katsuki on a fairly regular basis. physical touch between friends never really phased him but this was different … oddly intimate

as you removed your digits and turned your body towards the tv again kirishima couldn’t stop staring at your side profile while the back of his neck and ears blushed deeply

he swiped his face with his palm because no way would he ruin a perfectly good friendship you guys cultivated over the school year… it’ll pass

as the chatter dies down and the group concedes to the post snack nap he feels you squirming slightly on the couch beside him trying to get comfortable

he hears you let out a puff of air before leaning into his side more

he holds his breath before turning to look at your face only to find you peering at him sleepily

“do ya mind if i borrow your shoulder red? i’ll only take a thirty minute nap”

he internally reacts to the nickname before letting out a less cool “oh yeah for sure”

that’s all you needed before putting more weight on him and closing your eyes

and that’s how kirishima’s arm ends up going numb after thirty minutes stretches into the second hour but he can’t help but spend the time taking in your features

this is what he trained for, to save civilians and keep the country safe of course! but also so his pretty girl can sleep soundly and safely using his sturdy bicep as a pillow

and he couldn’t help but take deep inhales of the products you recently used in the shower

as the time stretched on and the horizon turned into a dark plum… he debated the matter if his newly blooming feelings could complicate things

but he couldn’t help but notice how breathtaking you looked under evening sun shining through the common room windows

he knew deep down whether he liked it or not… this was only the beginning of his newfound affection

[kenziebluex]

Bite

♫ Troye Sivan - Bite

Sanemi Shinazugawa - Kinktober 2024 Day 7 - Bitemarks & Virgin

Story Description: Reader & Sanemi have been together for over 6 months now and the sexual tension is high. A revelation on their very first day together surprised her: Sanemi was a virgin. But this fact did not shock her, given his reserved and cautious nature.

However, what did catch her off guard was discovering his love for biting.

Tags: Virgin Sanemi, Sexual Tension, Biting, Bitemarks, Experienced Reader, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Coming Untouched, and Hickeys

Dating Sanemi was just as you expected…

You couldn’t help but be infatuated with the 5’10 man with white hair and scars on his face since the day you saw him on a Friday evening. As the months passed, you found yourself unable to stop thinking about him, which was unusual for you as infatuations were typically short-lived.

You met him at a social gathering organized by your friend Tengen, who had three wives: Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru. Initially, you couldn't comprehend how someone could have three wives, but when you met them, you were surprised to see how well they fit together. 

Over time, you grew closer to each of Tengen's wives and became good friends with Tengen himself. However, you hadn't realized that Tengen was very persistent, and once he considered someone his friend, it was difficult to avoid his planned activities. 

One evening, you found yourself at Tengen's flashy gathering without any excuses to get out of it, especially after Tengen showed up at your house with a newly bought emerald green dress, which you knew meant you couldn't reject him. 

“I have someone I want you to meet.” Tengen said excitedly while throwing shoes for you to try on while you multitasked straightening your hair. When you looked to Tengens standard you headed to the gathering. 

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To your surprise, Tengen introduced you to Sanemi Shinazugawa, the man who fit all your criteria for a type. It was clear that Tengen knew exactly what he was doing, which led you to playfully punch him in the arm.

“Nice to meet you.” you blushed while outstretching your hand to shake his. Ignoring Tengen’s laughter from beside you.

“I've heard so much about you, nice to meet you too.” Sanemi chuckled while shaking your hand. He looked as flustered as you were playing it off by asking if you would like anything to drink.

“Thanks, I'll take anything fruity.” with a nod and promise he’d be right back he walked to the bar area in the house. As Sanemi went to get the drinks, you couldn't help but notice Tengen and Makio's amusement and their gestures of approval. Annoyed, you threw up your middle finger at them before moving to sit on the nearby couch.

It wasn’t long before Sanemi came back to sitting with you with two drinks in hand. 

“Thank you.” you said feeling flustered again after glancing up at him. You don’t know what about the man was making you nervous but you were.

“No problem. I heard you are in university. What’s your major?” he asked genuinely, looking interested in what you had to say. You were grateful for him carrying the conversation and after a few minutes the conversation started to flow naturally. 

As the evening progressed, you found that you had a lot in common and enjoyed Sanemi's dry humor and jokes. As the night went on, you and Sanemi grew closer, engaging in deep conversation and laughter. The crowd around you dissipated, yet you were content to keep talking to him, feeling at ease in his presence.

Throughout the night, you two were getting closer and closer. He went from sitting a good distance from you on the sofa to you practically sitting on his lap with his hand on one of your legs, but still respectful. You were sitting on the couch as if you've known each other for years. It was one of the first times in a while that you actually enjoyed someone's company.

“There's no way in a fight you would choose a sword over a gun??!” you said shocked at his answer to the made up scenario you made up in your head. That led to you two laughing while smiling at each other.

“I think I would make an amazing sword fighter, I got the speed down.” he said in defense.

“What speed? It’s a gun.” you said through your laughter.

“Okay, maybe I would choose the gun.” Sanemi agreed after giving it further thought.

You smiled at him while shaking your head. After composing yourself, you noticed he was staring at you with an intense look in his eyes. You smiled nervously at him, which snapped him out of it.

“Sorry, you’re just really beautiful.” he said, leaning back from you a little bit. He seemed nervous now and he practically whispered that last statement. You couldn’t help but reach up to his face.

You don't know what came over you, but you lightly touched his face, turning him back towards you. Giving him a chance to remove your hand, he didn't, which caused you to lean forward, gently placing your lips to his. He let out a gasp at first, but after a few seconds, he leaned more into the kiss. You noticed he shifted so he was closer to you, and now you were fully in his lap.

You noticed that something was off and you pulled back to look at him.

“I’ve never…” he started to say, causing your eyes to go wide. “Oh my god, sorry.” you whispered embarrassed as you started to move to get off his lap.

“Wait” he said loudly, looking worried while holding your hand.

“I mean no you don't have to stop, I just have never done this before. I've never made out with anyone before.” he whispered, leaning on your shoulder. 

"Oh, that's okay. I just wasn’t expecting that. So, you're a virgin?" you said after giving him a quick kiss on his lip. The kiss seemed to have lightened the mood and he looked relieved that you weren’t trying to move off of him. 

"Yes, I'm also demisexual." Sanami said, shying away a little bit. He hated having to explain to people what it meant and before now, he hadn’t taken any interest in anyone before. It confuses him that in a short time he’s known you and he already feels a strong emotional connection. 

"Don’t be nervous, I don't mind. One of my close friends from back home is also demisexual, so I know what that means," you assured him. Looking around, you finally remembered you were at a gathering. You noticed that everyone was practically gone and Tengen and his wives were cleaning up the mess that was left behind. Suma glanced over at you and smiled. You could tell they were trying to give you privacy and making themselves busy by straightening up. 

Tengen, Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru knew that one of your biggest concerns with going to parties was being left alone, so they were making themselves visible and keeping an eye on you in their own home. You couldn’t help but smile.

“We should probably leave so they can get some rest.” you said still leaning on Sanemi’s arm not wanting to move from his lap. 

“Okay, but not before I get your number.” he said brushing your hair from in front of your face. It took you guys 15 more minutes before you two were able to move after you gave him your number. You made sure to give Tengen a hug and a big thank you when you walked out with Sanemi that night.

For the 100th time tonight, you couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face.

You've been dating Sanemi for 6 months now, and the time seems to fly by. Sanemi has been a great boyfriend. You two constantly hit it off, and you're still surprised at how much you have in common. 

His quick, dry humor is a gust of fresh energy, and you love his straightforward, passionate personality. You have a thing for passionate, hot-headed men. Watching Sanemi argue with his friends when you go out turns you on, and Sanemi is aware of that. He loves to see your reaction when he starts up a small argument.

His friends are used to his personality, and they love him for it just like you do. He and his best friend, Obanai, always seem to be disagreeing over something, leading to an unserious argument. Mitsuri always seems to be the one to calm them down, and by "them" I mean Obanai.

Tonight has been difficult for you. 

Before you two came out tonight Sanemi came over and you found yourself laying on your bed with him laying on top of you. You guys made out for almost 30 minutes before he got up pulling you up with him saying you guys had a bar to go to with his friends. 

You let him pick out what you are wearing tonight knowing he loves to choose your outfit. He picked out a burgundy dress that you haven't worn in awhile because it’s a little on the short side for you. The dress matched his shirt he was wearing so you thought nothing of it at the time.

Now you understand why he picked this dress. But this isn’t the first time this has happened. It isn’t hard to say you were beyond sexually frustrated. 

If you didn’t have a complex for hot headed men you would have developed one by now with how you always ended up going out after you were extremely turned on. Halfway through the night you realized Sanemi knew what he was doing to you. He kept brushing up against you by “accident” and his hands seemed to have wandered far up your leg a few times tonight.You couldn’t control yourself, you felt extremely hot and you needed him.

"Babe," you hiss into his ear, your breath hot and heavy with desire as his hands explore higher up your thigh. You both know that any higher and you'll be risking public indecency, but at this moment, you don't care. All you want is him.

“Yes baby.” he said looking you in the eyes. You almost didn’t recognize the look in his face. You knew you were turned on but seeing him, he looked even more turned on than you. 

“Let's go home.” you said tugging on the sleeve of his shirt but not moving yet. You were leaving the decision up to him.

“Okay.” he whispered

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We entered the apartment, and I could feel my heart beating fast. I was nervous, but when I glanced up at Sanemi, I felt more relaxed. He decided that we should head to the bedroom, and his hands would not leave my side as we walked into the room. 

As I closed the door behind us, I couldn't help but wonder where the night might lead. Sanemi and I sat down on the bed, and I couldn't stop my hands from roaming his chest after we started making out.

"Sanemi." you moaned, burying your face into the pillow as his lips trailed down your neck, igniting a fire within you. Your body trembled in anticipation, unsure of how far he wanted to take things tonight.

"Just tell me if I'm doing something wrong," he whispered against your skin, his hands hovering nervously over your body.

With a bold move, you took one of his hands and placed it on your breast, relishing in the groan that escaped his lips as he squeezed. You could feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, driving you to move and grind against him.

"Wait, babe," you managed to gasp out before he cut you off with a passionate kiss. As he pulled back for air, his gaze landed on your neck and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. Before you could ask, he spoke.

"If I do something that you don't like, tell me to stop. Okay?" His words were both a statement and a question, and in your state of extreme arousal, you nodded eagerly. There wasn't anything he could do that would turn you off right now.

And then he proved you right.

Without warning, his teeth sunk into your skin, eliciting a loud moan from your lips. He continued to bite and suck at different spots on your neck, creating a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure that had you begging for more.

"S-Sanemi," you cried out, trying to stay still so he could continue. The tears streaming down your face only added to the intensity of the moment. 

His biting became even more intense as you pleaded with him, and you couldn't help but grind against him harder in response. There was an insatiable hunger between you two. 

You felt his teeth graze the lower part of your neck causing a string of gasp to leave your mouth.

"Please," you whimpered, as if it was the only word you knew. Your hips move wildly against his in an attempt to intensify the sensation. This beautiful back and forth between pain and pleasure is driving you wild. 

You gasp again as his bites become more intense and another tear falls from your eye. "I need you, please." You're practically grinding into him now, unable to control your body.

As if sensing your desperate need, Sanemi shifted down your body, pulling up your dress and sliding your underwear off. His gaze flickered uncertainty towards you for a moment, but you remained still, encouraging him with a nod and a gentle stroke through his hair.

Grasping onto his hair, you guided him lower until his lips were pressed against your core. The intensity of his stare sent shivers down your spine as he eagerly began to please you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as pleasure surged through your body.

Sanemi relentlessly explored your body, teasing and tasting every inch with his lips and tongue. As he reached your core, he bit down on your clit while simultaneously sucking hard, sending waves of intense pleasure through you. Your hands instinctively grabbed onto his hair, pulling and tugging as the sensations became overwhelming.

He had no specific technique, but the way he sucked on your clit made your back arch and moans escape from your parted lips. It was a wild and passionate sensation that was bringing you closer and closer towards an intense climax. 

"I'm about to cum...fuck." The words tumbled from your mouth as cusses fell from his. You moaned loudly as you reached your peak.

After releasing your grip on his hair, he pulled away gently, pressing kisses along your quivering body.

When you glanced over at him, ready to return the favor, you saw that he had also reached his own climax while pleasuring you. A wet spot was visible on his pants as proof.

Blushing slightly, Sanemi kicked off his pants and joined you in bed, curling up next to you with a contented sigh. 

"Thank you for trusting me." he murmured into your neck as sleep began to overtake both of you, spent and satisfied after such an intense session. That would be the last thing on your mind before drifting off into a peaceful slumber, eagerly anticipating what tomorrow may bring for the two of you.

As soon as you opened your eyes in the morning, you were taken aback by the sight that greeted you when you stepped into the bathroom. 

Your hand flew to your neck, feeling the tender skin and tracing over red marks that varied in size and intensity. Each one varies in intensity from a dusky pink to a dark crimson. 

Curiosity getting the better of you, you leaned in closer to inspect what you were seeing. There was no denying it – there were bite marks. Multiple bite marks. They were clearly visible on your otherwise unblemished skin.

Unable to contain your shock, you woke up Sanemi and showed him the evidence. He responded with a cocky smirk before breaking into a mischievous grin.

“The right side of your neck looks a little bare now, we should fix that.”

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-des