#and anytime he had to touch me would hold on for a hot hot second

[lilgynt]

oh i did go on that dinner that turned into pool and then smoking by the mountains but goal was met he wanted to khs

[insomniumstella]

baby, she's all yours

bucky x fem!reader

warnings: free use (consent to be "used" anytime & anywhere), explicit language, fingering, oral (m! and f! receiving), a sprinkle of degradation, a sprinkle of breeding kink, dom!bucky, public sex, light spanking, daddy kink (i should be stopped). this one is bad, so it goes without saying, but MDI

word count: 1,240

author's note: this is a lil' story in celebration of kinktober, which time won't permit me to participate in, but my thoughts always wanted to. ➼ sharp, but oh so gentle

James was hesitant to explore the concept you described as free use at first, and maybe a fraction scared. The two of you had been dating for close to three years, and though things were great, the idea of you introducing free use into the bedroom days after knife play troubled him. His heart has always been heavy with the notion of being too difficult to love and too bothersome to deal with, but you made him feel enough; more than. Special in public when you would proudly hold his hand, and special in the comfort of plush sheets when you would let him cherish you — use and mould you into a drooling mess, obeying every demand. Was proposing a fresh kink a silent plead to advise him you have gotten bored? 

As it turned out, it was. Kind of. The itch beneath your skin urging you to explore foreign waters wasn’t boredom but rather lust. Fiery hot and addicting type of lust that ignited every nerve ending in your body around him. Still does. Introducing Bucky to free use was the best—and the most deliciously infuriating—thing to soothe your constant yearning for his touch. 

It caught you off guard, the first time he complied with the request. Steve had recently purchased an apartment in Brooklyn and organised a small housewarming celebration. You slipped out of the living room and into the kitchen once your glass turned empty, oblivious to the very needy pair of eyes studying you. The music muffled your soft moans then, as James fingered you against the blonde’s new refrigerator, suffocating the whines his thick fingers caused with passionate kisses. 

The second time it happened, it was winter. Powdery layers of snow covered the entirety of New York City, and, as the sun laid to rest for the evening, the streets seemed magical. James and you were rushing to Natasha’s birthday dinner, stopping by Bergdorf Goodman for a last-minute gift. Time around holidays is always strenuous, but the missions almost doubled last year, rustles of a deadly biochemical weapon dampening the joy of Christmas and stealing your attention away from getting Natasha a gift early. Bucky tackled the three bottom floors whilst you handled the other three, scouring the variety of fine jewelry and designer clothing. As fate would have it, a gorgeous sequinned dress piqued your interest, the colour of it overly harsh for the redhead’s complexion but perfectly complimenting to yours. James practically pleaded for you to model it, assuring nobody would notice you being late a minute or two. Desire waltzed in his eyes when you agreed at last, twirling around to present the garment and flaunt how well it flattered your curves. He shoved the two of you into the private dressing room once the sales associate disappeared to bring out a pair of matching heels, closing the curtains and hiking the dress up to your waist. “Be good for me,” he spoke, undoing his zipper and slipping the tip of his cock into your dripping heat, “you wouldn’t want employees to hear us, would you, doll?” You couldn’t think of the gift you ended up buying Natasha, but you can still remember sobbing into Bucky’s hand as his hips feverishly snapped into yours.  

Sometimes, that particular memory makes you wonder if introducing James to free use was a mistake — you’d be lying if you said it was because the thrill of being played with at times you least expect is exhilarating. The agreement caused many risky scenarios, though. There was that instance of Bucky between your legs, lapping at your core during a video call with your sister. The wooden desk shielded him from view as he relished you, but the grimaces on your features were a smidge more difficult to camouflage. “You taste incredible, baby,” Bucky mumbled, flesh and metal hands gripping the softness of your exposed thighs, before eagerly licking your clit. “Couldn’t ever get enough of this pussy.” You inadvertently moaned thrice during the call, disguising the sinful sounds by feigning coughs and attributing your strange demeanour to a common cold. “Tell her the truth,” James teased then, slipping a metal digit inside your needy hole, and you sneakily slapped his shoulder. The unsuspecting woman on screen continued to babble about her upcoming visit as you hit the mute button on your computer because the man below you had zero intentions of easing up. “Can feel you squeezin’,” he groaned, slipping a couple more of his metal digits inside. “Please end the call, peach, so I could fuck you atop this desk already.” 

There was also the time he got annoyed on a road trip, freeing his cock and guiding your head downward to silence your complaints about his driving on unpaved roads. “Be a good girl and put that mouth to better use,” he grunted as you licked drops of pre-cum off his skin. “Na uh, doll,” with his left arm on the steering wheel, James forced the entirety of his length into your mouth, “we ain’t got time for any foreplay shit right now.” 

Furthermore, introducing him to free use is the reason for your current predicament — being bent over the sink at a local bar with Bucky balls deep inside you. 

“Takin’ me so well, sweetheart.” James praises, catching your gaze in the grimy mirror before spanking your velvety hips. “My girl’s such a slut for me, letting me play with her in a random pub’s bathroom.” It’s more of an observation than dirty talk, and you bite back a moan, nodding. “Bet you’re always thinking about daddy’s big cock, wishing you could be bursting full of me forever, aren’t you?” A harsh spank lands on your scorching skin when you don’t immediately answer. “I asked you a question, peach.”

“Yes,” you sob, digging your manicured nails into the base of your palm. “Love it—,” another wail slips past your swollen lips, “love it when you use me, daddy.” 

The pace of his hips slamming into yours remains brutal as he studies your expression in the mirror. “Look at you,” he clutches your chin, the slight pain of it forcing you to peel your eyes open, “my baby’s so fucked out, she’s having trouble speaking.” The steady pulse of your approaching orgasm heightens as Bucky admires the whimpering mess that is you, leaning lower until the slight stubble on his jaw tickles your ear. “Should I let you finish, or should I leave you all desperate and stuffed full of my cum until happy hour’s over?” 

“Please,” you plead, “I’m so close.” 

“That’s too—,” James chuckles through a groan as his own orgasm bursts in syrupy waves, “—bad.” The rhythm of his movements falters and then stops, and if tears weren’t streaming down your face already, you would’ve cried at the loss of contact, feeling terribly empty without Bucky to keep you warm. Though you don’t say a word to him, he can sense your frustration, the weight of your emotions lingering in the atmosphere around you. Slithering his metal hands between your legs, he pushes the cum that leaked out back inside you, thrusting a couple times to soothe your disappointment before withdrawing his touch and shoving your discarded panties into the pocket of his jacket. “Don’t let it drip out if you want a reward when we get home.” A lazy grin stretches across his features. “I promise to make it worth your while.” 

[jaylaxies]

KINKTOBER DAY 23 — JEALOUSY SEX

PAIRING: dom!jake x fem!reader

GENRE/CW: smut, unprotected sex, jealous jake, crying, mentions of fight (jake punches a guy), possessiveness, usage of nicknames, breeding.

WC: 1.1k words

WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni

A/N: hihi, angels! here we have jealous jake as requested by @ikeuverse! i hope you like it :3 all likes, comments, reblogs and feedbacks are highly appreciated! iloveyou all <33

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“Fuck—Oh my god, Jake no!”

It happened comically fast how one second you were talking to a guy and the other second, he was being ripped off of you by Jake and thrown right on the ground. 

A punch was delivered straight to his jaw and you could swear you heard the nastiest sound of a crack from the intensity of the blow, which had you running and pulling your boyfriend back with a racing heart, stopping him from punching the guy any further. 

To be fair, Jake did not expect you to not be home when he came back a day earlier from his business trip. It was supposed to be a surprise, and so he headed to the party after asking your friend about your whereabouts. Seeing you talking to a guy with that big of a smile was enough for him to be pissed, maybe the plan of espionage wasn’t the best of his choice, but then the guy went ahead and touched your arm—which would be his last straw. 

It was harmless, not that Jake knew it, but the guy was your old tutor, nothing more or less. 

The scene was messy, the fight embarrassing and you had a feeling that your tutor won’t talk to you again anytime soon, or ever for that matter. 

You drove him back in silence, but it was louder till the point you could hear your ears ringing. He pushed his tongue inside his cheek, not regretting a single thing but you could very well feel him fuming with anger still. 

How dare anyone touch you when you belonged to him and him only? 

Thankfully the drive was short, and so was his patience as he followed you inside your apartment, hot on your tail. You didn’t dare look his way, unsure of how to react, so you rushed to get a medical kit from your room, only to find him sitting on your bed knuckles bleeding and his stare drilling holes in your face. 

Wordlessly, you settled down and grabbed his wounded hand, eyes not meeting his still as you disinfected his knuckles, yet he didn’t flinch with the sting. 

He’s had enough of silence. 

With the same hand, he grabbed your chin and made you look up, right in his eyes, not a trace of humour present in them, only seriousness. 

“What?” You whispered, breathlessly as you did so, mentally scolding yourself for sounding that way. 

“I go out for a few days and you let other guys touch you?” He clicked his tongue, voice condescending, expressing his disapproval well. 

It didn’t help how a shiver went down your spine at his deep tone. He was borderline scolding slash accusing you, and here you couldn’t focus on anything but how hot he looked when he was mad. 

Maybe you did need help. 

“That’s not it—he’s just my tutor, Jake! You can’t punch people like that,” you managed to say, frustration on your face. 

He only chuckled darkly, “do you have any idea how close he was to you?” 

You gulped. Maybe he was invading your personal space now that you think of it, but you didn’t have any guts to admit it to Jake. 

He saw your expression and rolled his eyes, “you belong to me, is that understood?” He asked, jaw clenched and his hold on your chin tightening. 

You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together and you tried to nod despite his hold.  

“I need words, baby. You can use them, right? Or will I have to teach you that too?” His tone got deeper, accent heavy as he spoke against your lips. 

“Yes,” you mumble and Jake rewards you by wrapping his slender fingers around your throat in a swift go, pulling your lips to his as you kiss him back eagerly despite his anger seeping through the kiss. 

You gasp when he bites your bottom lip, “mine,” he groans, his tongue gliding over your own in a way that’s not soft, but hungry. 

Sadly, he pulled away too fast, smirking when you whined at the loss of his touch, but it was a given how he wouldn’t let you get what you wanted so easily. 

“Strip,” he ordered with no room left for argument. 

Jake had always been kind—the perfect boyfriend you could have wished for but never had you seen him being so serious while being intimate, the warmth flooding in between your legs was a clear indication that you loved it. 

“Don’t make me repeat myself, princess,” he whispered, watching you with his legs spread as he sat back, right when you got up with hesitance. 

You knew it wasn’t the best time to tease him, but that only made you wonder just how far Jake would go in terms of punishment. 

So you started off by putting on a show for him, unzipping your dress at a deliberately slow pace which made the nerve of his neck pop out, despite loving the show. 

Right now, he wanted to mark you up. 

It didn’t take him a second before he was standing in front of you, practically tearing your dress into two, picking you up and throwing you on the bed before your mind could comprehend anything else. 

You’re glad you didn’t like that dress too much. 

“Fuck—Jake!” You moan as he kisses you all over your neck, spitting on his fingers before shoving them inside your walls. It was easy given how wet you were, his thumb massaging your clit alongside as you threw your head back against the mattress. 

“This cunt belongs to me, right?” He asked, eyes meeting yours as he lightly slapped your clit a few times to pull you out of daze. 

“Y—yes, all yours,” you brokenly mumble, too busy chasing your pleasure with his fingers, walls clenching around him. 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you could hear him shuffling out of his clothes before his red, leaking tip was lined against your wetness, your whines getting louder at the friction. 

“I’ll kill anyone who touches you,” he whispered right against your ear, and your toes curled when you felt his tip prodding at your entrance. 

Who knew your boyfriend would get that possessive, it was new but you didn’t hate it. 

“Do you think you deserve this, hm?” He asked, slapping his cock on your cunt a few times as you cried out, nodding which only made him smirk, “good girl. Always know who you belong to,” he whispered. 

You could feel your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and he pushed his dick in, till he was balls deep inside you, knowing that you’d take everything he gave you that night. 

“I’ll make sure you never forget,” he says before thrusting in hard. 

It was a promise. 

And you were ready to get reprimanded for your mistakes the whole night. 

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[linopls]

kinktober day twenty-nine

public minho x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, oral (fem receiving), barely exhibitionism

0.9k words

“get in here,” minho whispers, grabbing your wrist.

“min!” you gasp as your boyfriend pulls into a nearby supply closet.

it was your brother  chan’s wedding reception and you were just making your way back from the bathroom to the dance floor. you had been dancing along with the other guests and having the occasional drink. minho being particularly handsy on the dance floor, holding your hips and twirling you around. you had excused yourself to the restroom for a second and intended to return to the party but was rudely interrupted by being dragged into a closet.

“minho, what the fuck are you doing?” you ask, still trying to put your rings back on your hand.

“shh, shh, shh.” minho wraps his arms around your center and presses sloppy kisses to your neck.

without thinking your head falls back and you let out a soft moan. anytime minho touches you, your body becomes dough allowing him to do whatever he pleases. 

“i saw you eyeing me during the whole ceremony,” he mumbles against your skin.

you giggle, “the most handsome groomsmen up there.”

“mhm.” his lips travel up the side of your neck to your jaw. “and you are the prettiest bridesmaid.”

“thank you, babe.” you tangle your fingers in his dark, soft hair.

his lips make their way to yours where he kisses you gently. a couple soft pecks, you can feel him smiling, before it becomes deeper and more passionate. you’ll definitely be able to see your red lipstick all over his mouth.

minho pulls away abruptly. through the dim light peering through the cracks of the door, you can see his lips glossy with your spit, caught between his teeth. his eyes wandering all across your body. 

“can i eat your pussy?”

your jaw would’ve fallen off the hinges at the speed it fell. “here? are you crazy?”

“crazy in love with you.” one of his hands cups your cheek and his thumb runs over top of your lips. “and you look so fucking good.”

“minho,” you sigh.

“i don’t need anything in return, i just want to taste you,” he purrs, sinking down to his knees in front of you. 

you have to admit, the idea is hot. all your mutual friends and family just down the hall from where your lover will be buried under your dress devouring your already wet cunt. 

“i’ll be quick, promise.” his hands slip under your dress and begin to slide up your legs. “and then you can get back to the party.”

“okay,” you whisper.

minho’s quick to move. his head disappears under the skirt of your dress and his hot breath against your core sends shivers down your spine. his hands travel your hips, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your panties and pull them down to your ankles in one swift motion. 

“pretty,” he giggles. 

he grabs the underneath of your thigh and places your leg on his shoulder. you stumble back again the stack of chairs behind you and support yourself by placing your hands on each opposing wall. 

minho’s tongue presses flat against your clit as one of his hands rests against your lower stomach, parting your lips with two fingers. his tongue wanders to your hole, the tip teases your entrance.

“min, please,” you moan softly.

he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking harshly on the sensitive bud. you feel your knees turn to putty and would have fallen to the floor if not propped up on his shoulder. you glance down to the boy in front of you, even through the darkness of the closet, you can see his bottom half peeking out from under your long dress. 

“close,” you whisper, biting down on your bottom lip to stop any sounds pouring from your mouth.

minho quickens his ministrations, switching back and forth from dipping his tongue deep in your hole to flicking his tongue against your bud. his mouth works wonders, he’s constantly teasing you for how quickly you finish on his lips but now you're grateful. 

as his tongue plunges deep in your entrance, his nose brushes gently against your clit. a whimper comes from your throat as you feel yourself about to spill over the edge. one of your hands moves from the wall to his head, overtop of the dress, pressing him hard against your pussy. 

he moves his head from side to side to stimulate your clit with his beautiful nose while the hand of the arm holding up your leg grabs at your ass and pushes you closer into his face. 

“cumming, min,” you gasp. your heel digs into minho’s lower back and your fingers grasp at the fabric of your dress over his head. you feel a mix of his saliva and your arousal drip down your thighs as minho pulls his face away from your cunt, breathing heavily. 

“wow,” he sighs. 

he helps you gently put your leg back on the ground and slides out from under your dress. you watch as he makes a show of licking his lips clean and wiping his chin with his sleeve. standing up, with your panties in hand, he presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“thank you.” he smiles.

he turns to open the closet door a crack and looks back at you, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“hey!” you reach for your panties in his hand. “can i have those back?”

he shoves the garment into his pants pocket and swings the door open. 

“maybe later,” he laughs as he exits the closet and makes his way back to the dance floor like nothing happened.

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[nofingjustaninchident]

Hi, I just read your two Jason fics and I love them. Could you write a daughter of Poseidon x Jason and maybe Percy being a overprotective brother. Thanks. Love you

⛧° jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader hcs °⛧

⛧° 。 ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆༺♱༻⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ 。°⛧

content: jason grace x daughter of poseidon! reader, platonic!percy jackson x reader

warnings:

a/n: guys, i reached 100 likes with just two posts omg you're amazing!!! so, i kinda got a few other requests waiting, but they’re TOO good to make just headcannons or to be poorly written, so they’ll take a little while longer to be posted. nothing much, tho (i hope). enjoy!

Protective is an understatement.

Percy is literally the most protective brother ever, even if you're just one year younger than him.

He feels as if he's job to protect you from everything and everyone that could possibly think about hurting you.

So when you started hanging out more with him and his friends, he couldn't have made it more clear to all of them that you were completely and totally off limits.

But did this silly little rule stop Jason to date you?

Of course it did!

My baby is just too obedient and such a rule follower... poor boy

Anyways, you had to make the first move.

Even with that, he was pretty hesitant to do anything such as holding hands in public.

In reality, he wasn't afraid of Percy, he just didn't want the other boy to get mad with him.

So, one day, you called both Percy and Jason to have a very serious conversation in the Poseidon cabin.

Percy was, as usual, completely clueless about anything, so he just babbled with Jason.

Who, by the way, was a complete mess of blushing and stuttering.

You obviously thought it as endearing, cause it really was.

"You're probably wondering why i called you here today." you said, a wicked smile on your face.

Percy was hugged with his plushie (you had matching shark plushies, Dory and Nemo) while Jason wanted to dig a hole in the floor and never come back from it.

"What's up, sis? If it's something to do with missing chocolate, i have nothing to do with it." The dark haired boy said, smiling.

Little did he knew that smile was gonna fade in three seconds.

"Me and Jason, we're dating." You said, quickly.

Percy's face fell.

"W-what?" He asked, his eyes darkening.

"We're dating. Like, boyfriend and girlfriend."

"So... you're dating Jason. Not Leo?" Percy asked.

"No, why would i date Leo-" You were cut off by a grateful sigh coming from your brother's mouth.

"Thanks the gods. As long as it's not Leo, i can handle it."

Jason turned to him for the first time, as if he wasn't even believing the words he just heard.

"Just... break her heart and i'll break your neck." Percy said with a threatening smile and patted Jason's back, leaving the cabin.

Alright, enough of the Jackson drama, back to Blond Superman.

He's the literal sweetest person alive.

He👏🏼learnt👏🏼 how 👏🏼to 👏🏼swim👏🏼 for👏🏼 ya

Bro's whipped

And he took Percy's words as his life rules

He made his best to make you happy whenever you're with him

Like, literally anytime

Once you cried next to him cause a fish didn't talk to you (it was a plastic fish, but you were on ur period, okay?)

He literally took you to the beach so you could chat and gossip with the real fishes

And you were so happy he nearly melt at that sight

That's when he knew he had fell in love with you

Romantic dates EVERY WEEK

He bribes the Demeter kids to give him your favorite flowers every once in a while

He always keeps some sort of physical touch, doesn't matter if he's holding your waist, your hands, touching pinkies

You got the point

He's just too madly in love

For him, you're the most beatiful, unique, hot, perfect, powerful, hot, smart, hot, strong, HAVE I MENTIONED HOT, person in the whole world

Literally, he would kiss your feet if you asked him to

He's glad you don't, actually

He stopped eating anything that comes from the marine animals after you got together.

Like, absolutely anything

Oh, and i've mentioned this on a previous hc, but he literally pays for absolutely ✨everything✨

Like, honey, don't even come near your wallet

Oh, and he buys you lots of gifts constantly

From plushies to books to makeup to sketch books in case you like drawing

And he's totally a languages guy

And with your ADHD and dyslexia, he helps you a lot

And you help him with maths.

Of course, he always has a nickname for you.

"Hey, mermaid?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

[elsaellaelys]

Heart shaped sunglass, heart shaped ass

summary: Y/N watches her boyfriend fixes her car while she listens to Lana del Rey's unreleased songs.

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!reader

570 words

a/n: my first JJ writing! I'm new is this fic thing and english is not my first language so don't judge to much! I know it's short cause I'm out of ideas so send me some! 3>

--★--

Cherry Cola is cold down Y/N's throat formatting a great combination with the hot wind blowing at her face. The summer is hitting just perfectly and she couldn't be more grateful for being able to use her new mini jeans skirt freely at anytime, even more grateful for moments like this, legs dangling from the garden chair as she is sitting sideways on it, heart shape sunglass on the tip of her nose, Lana's unreleased song whistling on the speaker - Girl That Got Away just finished - watching her boyfriend JJ so concentraded on fixing her car, arms tensing as he presses the tool, tank top hanging loose, looking literally hot, can notice that by the sweat running down his face and neck and chest... She knows she's being spoiled, but in defense her mind goes dead when she stares at that engine. Is clear that she didn't had the money to afford the Kia Soul's repair, but she worked to have it since she was 12 and JJ knew it better than anyone to gladly fix it for her.

She couldn't help feeling a little bit guilty as she inclines her head to see his abdomen through the shirt.

I mean... there' so much to look, can't waste that.

His abs just perfectly tonned, begging to be touched - at this point she just don't know if it's not her the one who is begging - muscles flexing with the force he's putting on the work, veins lightly at sight. Suddenly her mouth feels really dry and she needs her drink again, licking her lips, biting it a little bit with her teeth absentmindedly.

JJ came across to it cause his look shoot up for a second to catch her in the act.

"Like what you see?" he asks, cocky smile in his face, besides the hard work he seems to be enjoying his pretty girlfriend sitting there so beautifully, tight mini skirt, red bikini top, lips so tasteful between her teeth - and all because of him.

Y/N eyes grow wide before she goes back to take another sip of her Cola.

"I do" she says with a shy smirk. Getting up to stand behind JJ putting her arms around his torso.

His sweat strong body against her.

Her soft delicate skin against him.

"Do you want a Cola? Or maybe I can sneak one of my dad's beers for you." the girl ask, hands running down his arms and up to play with the hair in the back of his neck.

"That'd great, but you know what would be the greatest?" she shakes her head as no. "A sip of those pretty lips of yours" JJ turns around to meet her, holding her lips softly between his, arms tight around Y/N's body pressing it against him. She whimper in the kiss and he pull away with a groan.

"I'm almost finished" he mumbles.

"Great!" Y/N says, guiding his grease dirty hands to her ass making he squeeze it, not really caring about the stains. "I've got to give you your payment later" she adds as she leave a peck on JJ's lips before slipping out of his grip to grab the beer, making he sigh as he watches her hips sway, out of his hold.

Lana del Rey's voice singing throught the air. "Every man gets his wish..."

"I really hope you're right" JJ says to the speaker.

[headkiss]

Hiii. Could you write something with steve wearing a button up shirt and reader is all over him all touchy. Pulling him by the collars. Trying to remove his buttons. Pushing his collar up and all that. Eventually it s fully open? Only if u want to. Thank u i love u.

hi! thank u for the request love u too!!! | 0.7k, drunk reader who just wants steve to take his shirt off lol

You were a touchy drunk.

Everytime you and Steve would go anywhere involving drinks, he’d be ready for extra kisses and touches and snuggles. He can’t say he doesn’t enjoy it. It usually goes in stages.

You’re not far gone when all you do is lean against him heavier, fiddle with his fingers or his hair. You’re tipsy when you push kisses all over his face anytime you see him. You’re drunk when your hands push under his shirt, when you give him a certain look, eyes heavy and glassy. You’re wasted when you try to get him naked in the middle of a party.

Tonight was a last stage kind of night, apparently, and Steve made the mistake of wearing a button up shirt. Way too easy for you to remove.

You and the group—Robin, Nancy, Johnathan, and Steve—met up at the Hideout to see Eddie and his band play. He wouldn’t let you come for the longest time, nervous about his friends seeing him play, but you wore him down.

You were excited, the type of person to support those around you with a beaming smile on your face. Steve loved that about you. He loved a lot about you.

During Eddie’s set, you all drank and danced along, you and the girls having to drag the boys to the dance floor. They always gave in eventually. Johnathan was an awkward dancer, not too coordinated but Robin and Nancy would just copy his moves to make him feel better about it.

“Come on, Stevie,” you held out a hand to him. “You know you want to.”

“I don’t know, baby. I’m pretty comfy over here.”

“You are not! Dance with me,” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes. “Please?”

“You know I can’t say no to you, brat.”

“You love me,” you say, pulling him along behind you.

“Yeah, I do.”

Steve would only dance with you, you found. Because if you ever left the dance floor, he’d follow you. He’d been like that since you first met.

Your favorite way to dance was with his chest against your back, arms around your waist, and head perched on your shoulder, sometimes buried in your neck. His was face to face, your arms around his neck and his around your middle. When you’d slow dance even if the song didn’t match.

He was a romantic, after all.

After Eddie’s set, he found you in the crowd, smiled when everyone complimented his music. He and the other boys had gone off to chat about whatever they chat about, leaving you with Robin and Nancy.

That was when you let yourself go, let them convince you to take shots.

The next time Steve saw you he knew it was a night of you trying to get him to strip. You had that grin on your face, completely carefree and slightly sneaky. Your eyes were shiny and your hair a mess.

“Stevie!” You threw your arms around him in a hug when you spotted him.

“Hey, baby.” He hugged you back, setting down his drink to do so properly.

“Hi,” your hands fiddled with the collar of his shirt, trailed to the top button, undid it. “You’re so hot. Got a hot boyfriend.”

“Really?” He laughs. He knows you’ll be embarrassed about this tomorrow, but he’s soaking up every drop of attention you’ll give him. Drunk or sober.

“Mhm,” you undo the second button, and the third. “It’s hot in here, don’t you think?”

“Sure is. You want water?” He asks. Always trying to take care of you.

“No, want you to take this off,” you tug at his shirt where your fingers work to undo more buttons.

You make it about halfway before he stops you, his chest peeking through the gap. You stare at the dusting of chest hair, the way his skin shines just a bit with sweat.

“That’s enough buttons, no, baby?” He holds your hands in his, your fingers still twisted in his shirt.

“Uh-uh, there’s still some done up.” You look at him like it’s obvious, like that was a stupid question.

“How ‘bout I take you home and you can undo the rest there,” he offers. “Sound good?”

“Okay,” you huff. “Will you gimme a kiss?”

He doesn’t reply with words. Instead, he kisses you softly, sweet and nothing too intense. Just enough to tide you over until you’re home and he can sober you up a little with water and snacks.

“There,” he pulls away, kisses your cheek. “Good to go?”

“Okay, but you better be shirtless when we get home.”

He shakes his head with a smile, “c’mon.”

[scribespirare]

ummm so your bio says requests are open and u were talking about alpha miguel and omega miles could u maybe write about them?

Oh hell yes!! It's been ages since I got a request this is gonna be fun >=3

"Jesus Christ can you chill for, like, two seconds?"

Miguel's gaze snaps away from the man he'd just sent running, down to Miles. His snarl relaxes by the most minuscule of fractions, which Miles takes as a good sign. But his red eyes narrow in annoyance, which Miles knows definitely is not.

"Sorry," Miguel says with zero remorse, contrition, or believability. His voice comes out all gruff and slightly slurred through the barrier of two sets of fangs: one Alphean, one spider. "But you have got to be smarter about-"

Miles flaps an errant hand at him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah my pheromones bring all the spiders to the yard, I know, we've been over this a million times-" Miguel's eyes narrow to slits, the red barely visible now, and Miles quickly tries to backtrack "-aaaand I appreciate that! I really do! You're looking out for my best interests and all that, I just, you know, can handle myself! I mean I beat y'all once and-"

Apparently done with his shit, Miguel leaps down from his work platform, performing a perfect superhero landing that normally Miles would drag him over the coals for. But today he bites his tongue. And is very glad that he does when Miguel stands and immediately grabs Miles by the nape, hauling him in close and leaning down to kiss him.

Miles melts into the embrace with a happy if a bit confused hum. The thick fingers on his neck press lightly at the pressure points there, and Miguel's thumb slides along the curve of his throat to brush his scent gland. It's almost enough to make Miles forget about Miguel's stupid Alpha posturing from moments before.

Almost.

One of the things that most of the spider-people share that Miles does not, is their second gender. Well, those of them with a second gender anyways. Boy what a shock it had been to learn that some universes don't have them.

All of that is to say though that most spider-people are Alphas, through and through.

Not Miles though. Another sign that his is a destiny that he has chosen, not one he was given. And he's proud of that, really! It's just kind of hard to navigate spider society sometimes when few people are expecting the scent of young, recently-presented Omega to waft among them. It's...caused problems.

And then there's Miguel. Huge and brooding and so fucking territorial that Miles doesn't know if he should kill or jump the Alpha. Maybe both. They haven't been together for very long, but it's long enough that Miguel is getting increasingly incensed at the various spider-people that follow Miles around anytime he visits HQ. It's equal parts hot and annoying. Like, Miles has saved the entire multi-verse. Twice. He can handle a few knothead Alphas!

But tell that to Mr. Snarls over here, still kissing the daylights out of Miles. By the time Miguel pulls back Miles is breathless and a touch lightheaded.

"This," Miles says, panting, and holds up a finger up to motion between them, "does not let you off the hook, mister."

"Cállate, pup," Miguel responds, squeezing at Miles' nape. "If you didn't want to see me be jealous, you should have come in alone. I know you're capable of sneaking around unnoticed, why do you insist on letting half the Alphas here trail after you like lovesick puppies?"

"Maybe because I already have to lie about you being my Alpha, and I don't want to have to sneak around to see you on top of that."

Miguel softens. "You know that's-"

"I know," Miles cuts in, reaching up to touch Miguel's face. And he does. Miles is only fifteen and Miguel over twice that; they know how they look from the outside. So they've kept this under the tables. No bonding, no marking, no scenting. Not until Miles is older and more prepared for the consequences. And he gets it, really, he's as eager as Miguel is to be bonded.

But Miguel growls, suddenly pissed all over again, his teeth visibly gnashing. "No, you don't! You don't get it. Watching all these Alphas flock to you, but not being able to claim you, prove that you're mine, tell them that they need to back the fuck off? It's hell, Miles. ¿Que quieres que haga? ¿Sólo mirar?"

"No!" Miles protests, but Miguel steamrolls on.

"How would you feel if you saw me surrounded by Omegas all the time? Would you want to be told that you're overreacting-"

"Collar me!" The words are out before Miles can stop them and he cringes back, eyes shut tight as if against a physical blow. But none comes, of course. Their days of violence are mostly behind them.

When he opens his eyes, Miguel is staring down at him, brow knit in confusion.

"Collar me," Miles repeats, a little unsure. When his Alpha doesn't respond Miles licks his lips and continues, calming the longer he speaks. "We can get one of those collars for unbonded Omegas, no tag, no engraving. But it'll be yours and we'll both know it. Maybe we could personalize it or something too. And it'll keep Alphas from ogling my neck. Deal?"

Up until now Miles has refused to wear a collar; he finds them primitive and old fashioned. Why the hell should he have to hide his neck? Just to appease the egos of a bunch of Alphas? Fuck that!

But now that it's not a collar meant to protect his modesty or some shit, but a symbol of a relationship? Well. The Omega in him practically preens at the idea of getting to wear a mark of ownership from Miguel.

And if the way Miguel's pupils are dilating he likes the idea too.

"Christ, pup. No sabes lo que me haces," he rumbles, all low and throaty in that way that makes Miles shiver. "Yeah, let's get you a collar. But first-"

Miguel tugs Miles close again and, with zero hesitation, sinks his teeth into Miles' throat. Miles yelps at the sudden pain but it's gone as quick as it came, Miguel's lips and tongue kissing and sucking at the same spot until Miles' knees go weak.

When Miguel decides he's done, Miles is wet and trembling from head to toe. He reaches up to touch what he knows is going to be a massive bruise very soon, "What-?"

"So you can't take the collar off once I've got it on you," Miguel says, his smirk showing off his fangs.

It takes Miles a moment to process, then his jaw drops. "You dick! We don't even have it yet, how am I supposed to go anywhere with this!?"

Miguel just laughs and tugs him close again.

[fractalkiss]

for the mini stories, 7

prompt list

for prompt #7 "uncanny", explicit, weekend in spa 2023.

Lance expects Fernando to be fully asleep by the time he comes around to his suite. If it was any other race or sprint weekend, Lance would be eager to end the day himself.

He's already turned down the lights to one. But Fernando cracks open his eyes before Lance gets on the bed, watches blankly as Lance climbs in beside him. It should be unnerving. Maybe it would have been if this had been the beginning of the season, if he hadn't been doing this for as long.

Fernando reaches out and Lance falls forward into it right away, slides himself over to feel the warmth of him. Lance feels Fernando's knuckles drifting up over his spine through his t-shirt, the slow stroke of his fingers like he's petting something; Lance pushes his face into his neck, and Fernando turns, tells him, "You'd want to sleep," into his cheek.

"Not yet," Lance says, and Fernando's hand is hot around the back of his neck, fingers through his hair, encouraging. He shuts his eyes in the feeling of it, thinks about Fernando full and demanding in his mouth, thinks about riding his cock. His dick twitches, and he presses himself into Fernando's leg already. "Dad says you're welcome to ours in Montreal anytime. The vacation house," he says.

"Did he?" Fernando murmurs, amused, as if he hasn't already been there, or already told this years ago by Dad himself.

"If you wanted to. Like, a weekend during the summer break," Lance huffs.

"What would we do?"

"Finally fucking relax. Fuck and relax," Lance adds with a snicker and Fernando's nails scrape the base of his head, the back of his ears. He's quiet, and Lance wets his lips, trying to think. Fernando knows he's hard, can feel Lance pressed up his side. He stretches his fingers over Fernando's stomach, touching Fernando's arm resting there, where he can't see the tattoo at the moment. "Tell me about Asturias."

Fernando's fingers still for a second. "Lots of mountains. Green, beautiful forests. It would be colder there now, not much rain."

He'd taken those photos in Montreal. Lance sighs when Fernando's shifts his leg, slots it between Lance's thighs, his hand pushing down Lance's spine now. "Your place has a view?"

"Somewhat yeah. You will have to bike out to get the best views. Maybe not what you would do yet, eh?"

There's no tease or jeer in his voice but Lance frowns, mutters, "Hey, shut up, I—" I want to be good to you, he thinks.

"Plenty of places to stay indoors and relax, also," Fernando continues. He shifts on to his side to face Lance, and Lance palms at him, wants to push his hand in his shorts, but Fernando beats Lance to it, tugging down Lance's pants himself to hold him, thumb slipping over the moist head of his cock. "Lots of gardens, where you can eat outside. The sun is less hot there, I always like it better outside."

"Sunbathing?" Lance breathes, thrusting a little into Fernando's hand, fucking into it. "You could do that anytime."

"No," Fernando says, and pulls away to touch two fingers to Lance's mouth; Lance's jaw falls open automatically, licks at the rough pads of his fingers. "You will see the garden, even from indoors, and a—" he says a word in Spanish, mutters a little off-track when Lance moans around his fingers. "Balcony," he says in English, "A room with a balcony, open, outside. We do not keep doors closed in summer, usually—we can do exactly this, there," Fernando says, his voice low and hoarse, exhausted, fingers sliding in and out of Lance's mouth nonetheless, the wet noise of the movement shooting down to Lance's dick, saliva gathering in his mouth faster than anything so he's drooling soon. Grinding into Fernando's steady palm too, like a dog.

Lance had been hoping to blow him, feel him full to the back of his throat until he can't no more, taking it until his voice is wrecked for the media pen tomorrow, but Fernando isn't done talking yet.

"You will like it," Fernando says. "The weather will be perfect. And you will look good, for me, no one will see when I fuck you." Lance whimpers around his fingers, the suction sound loud and desperate when Fernando takes his hand away, the wetness on his chin cool suddenly with the absence of contact; Fernando gets his pants off, and Lance's knees fall open—"Like that, that's right. That's what you will do. No one will see how much you like what I do to you. Such a shame, you'll look so—" Fernando sighs, his voice, strangled, pained. Sounding tight and in sync with how Lance feels when Fernando works him open with a finger, palm pressed over his balls, fucking with his hand, Lance moving to it until he's coming in gentle waves, unexpected, jerking into Fernando's side. Fernando kisses him towards the end of it, other hand holding Lance's jaw tight to keep him there, anchor him, keep him together.

"Fuck," Lance laughs, shakily. He sits up to take off his shirt, still breathless. Fernando is silent now, watching him, eyes impossibly dark, and still, the lines on his face deepened with his expression; wondering, lost, almost, strangely. Lance thinks stupidly, dazed, come home with me, anywhere.

He leans back down to kiss Fernando on the mouth. His hand goes to Fernando's shorts, pushes inside it.

[alieinthemorning]

From One Scar to Another [Leander]

Content: Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Kissing, Idiots in Love

Pronouns: None

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One thing you realized about Leander,

he had a thing for rubbing swirls around the molten cracks across your knuckles.

Anytime the two of you were holding hands or snuggling close, one hand would be there as if it were drawn to them.

As much as you despised your hands and worried he would fall victim to them,

You liked when he did that.

It kept you there in the moment, and even after your bandages were back on

you still felt the warmth of him.

Something that you carried with you as you traipsed the cold streets of Eridia.

Then, one day, you had a bit of a nasty run in with a few Senobium students that stole that warmth away.

You needed your warmth back, so you returned not even two hours after leaving.

You honestly weren’t expecting Leander to still be home.

You had planned to take a moment to unwind and maybe do a few mundane things around the house before his return.

You most definitely weren’t expecting him to be standing in the middle of the room undressing.

Your breath hitched and he whipped around.

Now two rosy cheeked lovers faced each other,

with your back against the front door,

And him with his shirt locked around his elbows,

unable to look away.

Until your eyes started to wander.

Ah, you practically hear the blood in your cheeks now—

“Ah.” Finally, the wandering stopped, landing on lighting.

You had your suspicions before.

That the scar on his face and the one on his forearm, both running beneath his clothes, were connected,

'but never like this’

It truly looked like lightning had struck him, webbing out like shattered glass across the left side of his body.

“Ah—sorry, I didn’t realize you’d be coming back so early. What happened?” He said, frantically shoving his shirt back on.

You rushed forward, grabbing the fabric.

“Wait.”

He did.

“...can I” You bit your lip, glancing at the scar.

You knew what you wanted to do,

but goodness was it hard to ask.

“Do you—” He began,

and that's all the push you needed.

“Can I touch it? Your scar?” You spit out, watching him closely.

He watched back, Adam's apple bobbing worriedly.

Until finally, he gave up. Slowly removing the shirt and sitting on the couch. You followed, slotting into your usual position.

Then, once he gave the signal, you brushed across the tender skin.

“Does it still hurt?” You wondered.

Your own marred arms, despite its look, never hurt.

At least not yourself.

Not physical.  

“...sometimes.” He breathed a sigh. “I manage.”

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Nah, you’ve got magic hands.” You pinched his side. “Ow! Sorry— bad joke. But honestly… I just like uh…this.” His face was in his hand by the end of his sentence.

What a big softie.

Your big softie.

You wanted to see more of this side of him.

“What about this?” You whispered against the skin

then kissed it.

Soft as a petal,

hot as the sun.

Your face was promptly smushed between his hands as he moved your face away from his the blooming skin on his bicep to inches from his face.  

Despite his flushed face, he retained eye contact with you.

For about five seconds, then his eyes slid closed, and his forehead rested on yours.

“You…are gonna be the death of me.”

You smiled, “You’re the one who started it.”

“I never kissed your knuckles.”

“Now we know who the bold one in the relationship is.”

“You sure about that?”

Sure, the two of you were close enough to breathe each other's breaths,

but you really didn’t realize that you were getting that close.

So, when his lips slotted against yours, you were pretty surprised.

Not that you had any complaints.

You’d happily kiss him until the end of time.

And even after that.

Ko-Fi | Commission | Masterlist

[aangelbabysworld]

what is this? i don't know. what i do know is, i got home from a long day at work, tried taking a nap, couldn't fall asleep, smoked, and opened my laptop.

also, this is my first time writing so bear with me

18+ (but no smut)

“I don’t want you anywhere near him, understand?” your father scolds you.

he had just caught you with none other than rick grimes, the only man brave enough to fix the problems going on in alexandria or better yet, the only man in alexandria.

you two weren’t doing anything wrong, you didn’t think so.

rick was teaching ron how to shoot, you had just so happened to be going on a walk at the time, and when you saw the pair they seemed like they were just finishing up.

you walk over to them, and just as you approach, ron leaves you and rick alone.

“hey, sweetheart.” rick smiles brightly at you, looking you up and down smoothly, you don’t notice. too busy trying to restrain yourself from whimpering when rick calls you sweetheart.

he always calls you sweet names, you’re not sure if he’s ever called you by your real name, it’s always “sweetheart, baby, angel.” and so many more.

it makes your head spin and your knees buckle. you let out the cutest whimper when he called you angel once, it made him so hard.

“hi.” you finally greet him back after a minute of being lost in your thoughts.

“how was your day, baby?” rick asks you, genuinely sounding like he wants to hear all about your day. you’re not used to people caring how your day was or how you spent it.

“it was okay, i helped olivia re-organize the  pantry and now i’m just taking a walk.” you smile as you tell rick about your very boring day.

as rick listens carefully to you he picks up the gun he had been teaching ron to shoot with and he smoothly puts it back into his holster. before rick gets the chance to respond to you, you say something else that catches him off guard.

“can you teach me?” you ask in a whisper.

“teach you what?” you can tell rick is holding his breath as if you just asked him to teach you how to kill someone but that's not what he was thinking, far from it. 

“to shoot.” you're still whispering, almost barely able to hear yourself. you ask almost as if you don’t really want to learn but you did, you always have, but anytime you asked anyone like your father or spencer they told you that you wouldn’t need to learn and they doubted that you would even be able to pull the trigger.

rick exhales the breath he had been holding in and chuckles to himself. he looks you up and down again, this time you do notice and it makes your skin hot.

“think your dad would be okay with that, baby?” rick asks, in a teasing voice. he knows your father is very protective over you. protective is an understatement.

“i'm an adult.” you're not whispering this time, your voice is clear and stern as you say this. “i can learn how to shoot if i want you.”

rick is surprised at your sudden confidence, but it makes him smile. ”alright then. let's teach you how to shoot.”

rick takes the gun back out of his holster, so effortlessly.

rick gestures for you to take the gun, you hesitate for a second before taking the gun from him, your hand brushing against his. that makes you shiver, and any little touch from him makes you feel weird inside and out.

rick gets close up behind you as you stand there unsure of what to do, once he's close enough he lifts up your arms to point the gun directly towards the wall that has kept you safe all this time.

you forget that you're supposed to be learning how to shoot, too distracted by the way rick’s body is pressed up against you.

you feel ridiculously small right now, you assume you weren't holding the gun right as rick moves his hands from your arms to your own hands and fixes your hold on the firearm.

“you already know not to put your finger on the trigger ‘til you're ready to shoot, good girl.” you jolt back when rick calls you a good girl, but you barely move him an inch, instead your ass pushes against his crotch.

“sorry.” you apologize, quickly moving your ass away from rick’s crotch but before you can he holds your hips down on him.

you don’t try and move away again, you let rick hold you down on his crotch, you can feel his hard cock stirring in his jeans, and you can’t help yourself as you squirm against him, earning a groan from him and his grip tightening on your hips.

you stay like this for a moment, until you hear footsteps from behind you. you push rick away and look to see who it is walking towards you two.

your father angrily walks towards you and rick, you put the gun back in ricks hands quickly and smile at your father.

“hi, daddy.” your father doesn’t even look at you, he’s staring down rick like he wants to take that gun from his hands and shoot him and rick looks like he’s challenging your father to try so.



your anxious as you watch the two stare at each other like they’re waiting for someone to throw the first punch. 

“daddy,” you say to try and get your father's attention, but instead of your father looking at you, rick does.

he gives you a cocky smile. “why don’t we make tomorrow another lesson?” rick suggests and you quickly nod.

he takes a step towards you and whispers in your ear “bye, sweetheart.”

you don’t have time to say bye back as rick starts walking off, you watch as he does. wishing he could’ve stayed and taught you more.

“I don’t want you anywhere near him, understand?”

you want to ask why, but to save yourself from an argument, you only nod.

“understand.” but you know that’s a lie and as soon as you wake up tomorrow you’ll be looking for him. for that lesson.

[kitsuneoftheorganization]

Vrains: Valentines Day

A/N: this is a week late shhhh... (pretend it was posted right on time) i just wanted to edit a few things and somehow added several paragraphs, and it's now nearing 4am... aha ;-;

(also forgive me for characters not being on here, i haven't gotten through the entire show yet and wanna do them justice :] )

characters: Ai, Playmaker, Skye, Varis

warnings: none!

Ai

• you best prepare for every cheesy pun he can possibly think of involving his name

• clingy clingy clingy (i mean, think back to his joke in duel links "love me touch me feed me hot dog sandwiches!") he's gonna be wrapping around you like a backpack so get used to not getting any alone time the entirety of the day, or not going out without an eldritch monster clung to your shoulders like a witch and their familiar

• when you finally convince him to stay in his smaller form to be less conspicuous, he'd substitute holding your hand by holding your fingers since he's stuck in the duel disk, and constantly asking you to log into vrains so he can "properly hold your hands".

• there's something comedic about a tiny ignis with his hands on his hips and an exasperated look pouting about holding your hands... you keep saying you're busy to tease him and this frustrates him greatly, but it's so cute you can't help it

• anytime you bring your wrist with the duel disk attached near your face, or check it for some reason, he'll reach over and (comically because he's so tiny) try to kiss you

• but even though his puns, cheesy jokes, and constant talking can get a bit annoying, how can you stay mad when he's giving you the sweetest looks ever and smiling like the adorable lil creacher he is? he'll look away whenever you catch him though, and insist he was looking at something else... very unconvincingly

• he also wants to make up for all the things he didn't get to express to you beforehand, what with everything that went down and being tracked by the hanoi, and today's holiday is a good ice breaker for that topic

• before he confessed to you, he'd look extremely squirmy and anxious all the beginning of the day especially when you ask Yusaku why he seems so awkward and tense

• you had been friends and allies for a long time, fighting alongside Yusaku and the others to protect his fellow ignis as best as you both could, so there was no reason you could think of for him to be nervous around you

• Yusaku would just sigh exasperatedly and give a glance to Ai, who would immediately try (and fail) to look natural, leaving you very confused

• little did you know, he'd been talking with Yusaku for weeks about how he'd go about telling you while simultaneously roasting him for being no help and having no experience... leaving Yusaku to question him why he was asking in the first place. if only you could overhear their banter...

• he'll hack into your duel disk later on to talk to you, and look as though he'd be sweating bullets if he could

• just... stares at you silently for a solid minute leaving you like ???

• finally after a second he sighs and unloads all of it on you at the speed of a commercial actor reading fine print

• once he slows down though, he gains his confidence and is actually very eloquent explaining his feelings. you can hear the sincerity in his voice and tell he's being completely serious

• when you told him you returned his feelings, the tone switches in an instant and oh boy his old self is back in a flash

• "hah, i knew you could never resist this hot bod!" and now he's posing dramatically on your duel disk... and you immediately wish you had the power to mute him

• afterwards, he'll try to catch you off guard by kissing your cheek every time your face is near the duel disk, or making heart eyes to fluster you

• it would be endearing and fluffy having this little creacher so head over heels for you but it's incredibly flustering when you remember he's also a six foot tall, incredibly attractive, peircing eyed, fancy-vampire-extravagently-dressed tumblr sexyman that towers over you and is very intimidating

• even though he jokes a lot, he's incredibly smart and does care deeply, so i can imagine him setting something up somehow, whether it's ordering something to your door, hacking some big screen in the city for a message that would confuse other citizens but that you'd recognize, or leading you to cyberse cards he created to put in your deck because to him it's both a gift and a way to always be present with you and remember him by, and shows you're his using his cards

• if he has access to a soltis body, he'll want to do things he didn't get to do much before, to just go out for a walk and see the city with you without the whole pretend-i'm-a-villain-to-save-the-future thing going on

• will grab your hand and kiss the back of it because he saw it in a drama and wanted to try it

• you end up seeing a video later from someone in the area that had seen you both holding hands...

• "who's vampire lookin ass boyfriend is this lmaooo"

• it's all you can do to stop him from angrily replying with 10 different accounts he made...

• after all that though, I think he'd want to make cookies together at your home, or just something fun and domestic, since originally when he was left at Yusaku's apartment he was always bound to the duel disk. will probably throw a little bit of dough at you when you aren't looking though (he'll swear it wasn't him despite you being the only two there)

• probably tries all the things he's seen in dramas that he watched with roboppi in Yusaku's apartment, and it's very obvious (let him have his male lead moment okay)

• at the end of the day, he actually becomes somewhat uncharacteristically shy for once when he asks if you'll watch tv and play games with him

• if he's in his soltis, he'll put you on his lap and wrap you both up in a blanket, his arms around you, with his head just in place to whisper in your ear...

• he leans in close, lips right next to your ear, his hair brushing against you, sharp amber eyed gaze firmly on you, breath on your skin and...

• "do you and Yusaku actually think hot dogs are sandwiches"

• you cut him the most deadpan look ever, even putting Yusaku to shame while he laughs in complete satisfaction, locking his arms around you when you tried to get up

• even if he isn't in a soltis, he'd be in his monster form with his arms completely engulfing you, and head laying on your chest as you both watch dramas he insisted on

• will pout unless you let him kiss you, even though that form has a mouth full of sharp jagged teeth

• he's actually really warm, and his closeness is comforting, the only issue is that he's so tangled around you getting up would be a monumental task

• eventually if you fell asleep, he'd stay with you the rest of the night, as close as he can possibly be while going into whatever sleep state it is that ignis are capable of

• he'd let you use one of his arms as a pillow, and if you tried to move or get out of bed to get water or anything, he'd tighten his grip and dramatically whine about you "leaving your poor ignis"

• tells you he loves you after he thinks you've fallen asleep :>

Skye/Aoi

• considering her brother has sheltered her to an extent all her life, I think she'd want to do fun things with you!

• especially on a day like valentines, she'll want to do something thrilling

• in real life, she's someone who doesn't always have the confidence to do what she really wants to, to say what she really means

• though you met each other through VRAINS, you had become a huge support to her in real life, and helped her in ways you weren't even aware of. she never told you, but when she'd log out of VRAINS and leave her persona, and the confidence that accompanied it behind, your words and encouragement stayed with her

• did she really deserve it? if you knew the real her, would you still say the same things? she didn't know, but she knew that she could at least log in and have your presence waiting for her each day, something to look forward to

• even though she was the duelist in the public eye, personally, she admired you highly, not only for your dueling skills but for who you were and what you stood for, and what you would say to her

• it may have been in passing for you, but it echoed in her mind for hours

• that she mattered, not only as Blue Angel, but that her life was inherently valuable and meaningful no matter who is behind the mask, that though you'd been through many things, at the end of the day no matter where we find ourselves there is always more than it appears to life, that you can choose your destiny, and that there is always light even if we can't see it at the moment

• sure, anyone could pass them off as cheesy and forget it, but when things got to her and she felt alone, like no one knew her truly, and like she'd be in the cage her brother's concern had made for her forever, on the lonely late nights when no one was home... they comforted her. she desperately wanted to believe she could choose her own destiny, considering her and her brother's lives had so far felt like leaves being blown in every direction by the wind of circumstance

• you were a friend who treated her like a person instead of a celebrity, and didn't try to use her for internet fame, and so she had begun to feel like she truly could trust you

• the free spirit in her envied the fact that you were someone who had no leash unlike her, fighting the hanoi, going wherever you pleased, holding your own against the threats to VRAINS

• the longer you remained friends though, she'd realized that she'd begun to develop feelings for you beyond friendship or idolization

• even when you both had finally met in person, she'd never had the guts to say anything, too afraid she wouldn't measure up or that upon seeing her real self you'd think less of her than as Blue Angel and never think of her in that way

• little did she know you had grown to care for her strongly as well

• when she'd finally gained the courage to confess to you, she'd texted you with a friendly invite to go grab a snack since you were both alone today, and you both occasionally would do things together (Akira felt she was protected with you, thankfully)

• at least that way, she could back out if she got too nervous and let things between you remain the same

• she messaged you to meet with her at a cafe in the city, somewhere she liked, to eat something tasty and unwind after the stress you'd all been through

• you'd thought nothing of it, since you were just friends after all... you supposed you were lucky to spend time with her, even if it wasn't under the circumstances you wished it was

• you had kept your feelings quiet, not wanting to place any more pressure on her, so if friendship was what she needed, so be it

• you'd notice there was something on her mind, but as you're both finishing your food, you'd see some spark of confidence rise in her eyes and she'd grab your hands that were sitting on the table, take a deep breath, and start to explain the real reason why she met with you there (surprise bitch, this is a date!!!!)

• it takes you a moment to take in her words, because THE Blue Angel wants to be with you, THE Skye, the Skye you've been friends with for so long... the fact that she saw you the way you saw her was enough to make your soul jump through the roof

• she's overjoyed when she learns the feeling is mutual, and a streak of excitement and energy comes over her, thinking of all the things she wants to do with you

• this was the real Skye, you felt, someone with energy and spirit and that spark of adventure in her eyes that was shining through in this moment

• you'd agree to go to an amusement park straight afterward, something she'd always wanted to do but had never been able to since her brother was always busy and would've never let her go alone

• somehow, you'd fit almost every ride into the few hours you were there, from rollercoasters to the ferris wheel overlooking the city, and you both tried all the out-of-the-ordinary foods they had at stands

• she holds your hand on every ride, and everywhere you walked through the park as if you'd melt away if she didn't feel you beside her <3

• if you're a bit nervous of rollercoasters, she'd sit beside you and let you hold onto her... definitely doesn't try to get you on one again for that specific reason

• after you rode a bunch of rides, i think she'd like to just walk with you and see the sights of the park, talking about everything that's happened so far, her hopes for the future, and about how she's determined to try and find aqua if there's a chance she may have also been revived, and how cute she thinks you look holding the cotton candy you'd both gotten and the sunset illuminating your features ;>

• later when you got home, she'd invite you to come over, and you'd both log into VRAINS and either sightsee on a board, or speed duel with each other, and then meet up with the others to talk and because she wants to tell everyone about your relationship

• no one is surprised, because you both complimented each other so well even before and they could sense your chemistry

• being basically a celebrity duelist, i think she'd like to announce that you're together by a duel, if she's gonna introduce you it has to be perfect

• everyone else agrees and cheers you both on, wondering who will win

• if you were anxious about all the publicity though, she'd understand and would keep it on the low until/if you want to or are ready :)

• if you do though, at the epic conclusion of your duel, she starts to speak up in front of the reporters who had caught on and started filming, and everyone in the crowd is watching with baited breath to see what she'll say

• she announces that you've not only been her friend and a great support to her, but that meeting and being with you has been a new freedom and adventure she thought she'd never get to have

• and then she kisses you, above the city lights of VRAINS, riding on the wind, with the cheers of everyone surrounding you

• after all that, when it's really late, you'd both have a bunch of late night snacks and make cookies together, occasionally checking people's posted reactions to you being together, or if you didn't anounce it, see people's speculations on the hot mystery person she dueled with ;] and then play video games until you both got sleepy

• overall, i feel like her love language would be experiencing freedom and fun with someone she loves, letting loose with no restrictions

• you'd both end up asleep on the couch leaning against each other, game controllers still beside you both

Playmaker/Yusaku

• yusaku is a man of very few words, but he's someone who you know means every word he says, and you'd always admired that about him

• he also is someone who expresses things through actions moreso than words

• i think Ai would push him to confess to you on a day like valentines, something Yusaku would never do by himself, but Ai would annoy him to no end about not acting on his feelings until somehow he finally got him to do it

• I think Yusaku is someone who on the inside would want to be physically close, but the walls he's put up keep him from giving in, and his focus has been on a singular goal for a very long time, so a lot of what he does is based on protecting himself

• you had piqued his interest initially due to you seeming to also posess something akin to link sense, always sensing situations that he could feel too, which was what led to you two crossing paths often

• since you respected his privacy and didn't try to fight his battles for him, he came to respect you

• you'd eventually offered to aid him, and despite your skills and similarities, he was firm in going about his business alone. as time went on though, all your small acts of kindness and silent way of being there for him in the background without prying or invading his boundaries started to chip away at those walls a bit

• he'd catch himself with a strange feeling of curiosity when you'd leave after mopping the floor with the hanoi, watching as your figure would dissappear, finding himself deep in thought.

• Ai had of course taken notice of this and teased him relentlessly for it, and though he denied it repeatedly at first, maybe there was some truth to his teasing...

• once he wasn't so single minded in his goals, and had more time to think about things, it really hit him just how much he did appreciate your company, and he found himself forming something of a friendship and bonds with you and the others

• outside of VRAINS, he'd catch himself absentmindedly wishing he would run into you, or wondering if he'd see you in person somewhere, hoping to find you somehow, but telling himself it was strictly because he wanted to know your motives and connection to the situation at hand. yes, you were friends now, but you both didn't fully know each other's motives, much less what your appearances were in real life

• when Ai couldn't take it anymore and knew he wouldn't make the first move himself, he came up with a plan, which Yusaku only begrudgingly agreed to after a long back-and-forth

• you'd received a message to meet Playmaker in a certain spot outside VRAINS, which came as a shock, but you were also excited to meet him in real life, if it was indeed not a trap set by the hanoi

• you'd showed up, cautious at first, but immediately recognized the hot dog stand you were familiar with, having visited it once, and though you didn't know it was him at that moment, Yusaku was sitting by the food truck, outwardly calm, but you could see he was a bit stiff, as though internally nervous. He was talking to the man grilling the hot dogs, and as you got closer you noticed just how handsome he was... that he had familiar green eyes, and finally the unmistakable aspect you could always identify him by: the yellow eye of the ignis on his duel disk.

• It was a bit awkward at first, but after you had approached the seats and spoken up, he introduced you to Kolter and himself formally now that you were all in person

• you both talked for a while, speaking about your goals, your hopes, and how you both had a shared interest in protecting Ai and the ignis from the hanoi

• eventually, Kolter had given him a knowing glance and made an excuse to go "run and grab something he needed from the shop close over"

• Yusaku seemed to mentally facepalm at the obviousness of his actions, but had nevertheless turned to face you after he left

• "There's something i've been wanting to, uh... ask you about." he'd said awkwardly, and it was almost strange to see someone so usually stoic and confident be as unsure as he was now

• He'd stated how he was wary of you in the beginning, but that he was glad the two of you were friends despite his initial coldness, that he trusted you now and could tell you had a good heart.

• by now your cross between flattery and confusion was growing, and as he continued to speak, jt seemed as though he was dancing around what he actually wanted to say

• after a shared look between himself and the ignis who was now standing on his duel disk and glancing between you both (in... anticipation? entertainment? you weren't sure) he sighed and looked you in the eye.

• "I... wanted to ask if you would... stay with me," he paused momentarily between words, seemingly flustered as he spoke. "And there are three reasons why".

"One, you're a good hearted and skilled duelist who adapts well, and have a connection to the network that proves a valuable aid. You're a very strong ally in this regard. "

"Two, you've been incredibly kind and respected me despite my being wholly dedicated to revenge and not exactly being friendly in return. You're understanding, and you've been there for me on multiple occasions, putting yourself in danger even when I assured you it wasn't necessary. I thank you for this."

"Three, because after some time, I can't help but find myself deep in thought every time we encounter each other. I can't help but catch myself wanting to stop you every time you leave, but never knowing exactly what I wanted to say, and I've found I... enjoy your company. So, I-"

• He was cut off by Ai, who by now had his arms crossed and an exasperated look on his face

• "what shakespeare here's trying to say is that he's got feelings for you and he appreciates that you put up with him and care about him, but he's too cool and grumpy to say that outright. Also, he thinks your dueling skills are hot, and he's been like a puppy secretly hoping to run into you everywhere we go. And he should be thanking me as his brilliant, intelligent wing man who helped him with getting this far because he was never gonna pull you by just staring at you all mysteriously and brooding all the time and never saying anythi-"

• Yusaku shot him a glare that could've fried the rest of the hot dogs in the stand were it pointed that way, and Ai dramatically fell over and ceased talking, though he had a satisfied, smug look across his face

• taking a sigh, he spoke up again. "I'm saying I want you to be with me." he was now directly looking into your eyes, piercing green filled with hope, and behind that it seemed, anxiousness

• when you replied that you felt the same way about him, he'd done something he's rarely ever done with anyone: hugged you. it was slow and sheepish (you knew he wasn't one much for talking, much less any physical contact, so you were flattered by the gesture), and you could feel a thousand emotions through it: relief, shyness, and his muscles relaxing against you after a moment, like it was something he'd long needed

• the whole time, Ai was cheering as though he was watching the moment in a drama

• the rest of the day, Yusaku wouldn't initiate much physical contact, but he would often have his eyes on you.

• it's something very new for him to have mutual feelings of this sort, as he's always focused on other goals, so it would take a long time for it all to sink in for him, and considering he's always on guard, keeping his eyes on you feels like his way of keeping you safe

• he'd want to do things that were usually soothing for him with you because it would feel as though it's sharing a part of himself with you. having dealt with the trauma of the Lost Incident, he's extremely guarded and private, and so to include you in the things that ease his worries is an incredibly huge gesture

• he doesn't exactly have much money. his apartment isn't the most comfortable, and he isn't always able to eat well either, much less go to restaurants, but the gift he later gives you is something far more meaningful and thoughtful than anything a store could offer on a day like today, something from his own knowledge and skill that he had made himself

• he had coded you a modification that would attach to your duel disk and would cover all your tracks in VRAINS, protect you from viruses, and keep your identity secret, similar to the programs he used with Playmaker, that he had started making a few months back for you and not mentioned

• he'd be extremely shy giving it to you and would deny any thanks or compliments with a blush

• he would want to spend the rest of the day calmly in your company, just able to enjoy the peace for once

Varis/Revolver

• like Yusaku, he's someone who's very guarded and honed in on his goals, and he has the world on his shoulders in his belief that he should also be responsible for the situation his father created

• though you had opposed his views on the ignis, you also understood his motivations, and that he was caught in the trap of his father's shadow, no matter how hard he insisted that it was purely his choices

• the fact that you two had somehow formed a bond despite being enemies was something neither of you could explain, nor something either of you would mention verbally. having investigated as many secrets of the hanoi as you possibly could had helped you gain a better understanding of why he did what he did, though, and discovering he was a pawn in his father's chess game had changed your view of him

• after a handful of encounters, though, you could tell by the way his eyes would soften when they landed on you, the way he almost seemed careful to never place you in danger, and the fact that you had noticed less and less members of the knights of hanoi trying to duel you unprovoked, almost as if they had been ordered to do so, meant something was going on

• while you were concerned that he was dedicating his life to someone else's cause, he was concerned that you were endangering yourself by associating too closely with the ignis

• every situation with him was tense, but not in a negative way. In fact, your run-ins with him whether his trying to get information out of you on Ai's whereabouts, or your challenging him to deter the hanoi, there was something unspoken in the air between you two

• it came to a head at one point during an intense duel, where the building you'd both been standing on in VRAINS had been engulfed by a stronger than usual data storm and crumbled beneath your feet

• you'd both scrambled to catch your boards in an attempt to avoid falling, but yours had slipped from your grasp at the last moment

• and then the next thing you knew you were being suspended in midair by Varis balancing precariously on his board, his arms having curled around you just in time while you were both whisked into the storm

• you'd met his eyes for a moment, and there seemed to be a million thoughts and emotions swirling, before he closed them and sighed as if resigning himself to something he'd been battling internally

• when he'd reopened them, the expression he gave you was uncharacteristically caring and concerned

• it was over as quickly as it happened though, as in the blink of an eye you'd been set down on a building nearby, and he was nowhere to be seen, leaving you to wonder what had just happened

• you'd not seen him for a while after that, leaving you confused and mulling over the situation, thinking you'd just overthought it or misinterpreted his actions

• a couple months later, though, you'd been stopped in your tracks by a knight of hanoi, but to your surprise, it wasn't to challenge you. it was extremely strange: they'd calmly handed you a message and monotonously informed you "this was to be delivered to you", and then disappeared without another word or trace

• you'd worried it may have been a trap, but cautiously opened it: a message straight from Varis himself, reading, "I need to speak with you. you likely know why. Meet me at..." followed by what seemed to be coordinates. he was asking to meet you in person.

• when you had gone to the specified location the next day, having had to find the directions by phone, it'd led you to what appeared to be docks

• there was a young man at the end of one pier, turned toward the ocean, hands in his pockets. he was tall, and the breeze was tousling his white hair gently

• once he heard your footsteps approaching, he'd turned to face you, and you immediately knew it was him, steel blue eyes softening as they fell on you

• you couldn't deny how handsome he was, and seeing the real him, without his avatar's outfit, without the mask, was almost like seeing him without chains: this was him as him, not a pawn of his father, not the leader of the hanoi, but-

• "Roken" he'd broken you out of your thoughts, his voice softer than the usual stern roughness he usually spoke with in VRAINS. his gaze was locked firmly onto you, flustering you slightly, and you'd told him your own name in return

• the conversation that followed was less awkward than you had expected, but you could tell after a few minutes of talking he had decided to face the inevitable and address what you both knew but had thus far left unaddressed

• he was calm and collected, but you couldn't help but feel your heart pounding since you'd both tiptoed around it for so long, being enemies. it was easy that way, always being able to hold that subject second to you and your friends' rivalry with him

• he'd bluntly asked you if you had feelings for him, and stated coolly that aside from your stances he respected you as a duelist and had come to care for you, that he'd wanted to meet you in the real world, to see the real you outside of the "fake world" of VRAINS

• upon hearing you returned his feelings, he'd stepped forward and wrapped you in a firm embrace. his head came to rest on your shoulder, and you could feel his heartbeat

• "I'm... speaking not as Varis when I say this, but I do want you to stay away from that ignis. I know you have noble intentions, but you're in real danger every moment you accompany it. I know you will not agree with me, but I'm asking you to focus on this... My heartbeat, my arms around you right now, my breath on your shoulder. We are real, this is what's real. This world matters. That world is a world of facades, and those ignis within it will only endanger this world. I'm not asking you to be on my side, but I'm asking you to at least protect yourself. I don't want to see you hurt because you chose to protect those A.I."

• His words had touched you, but you'd replied that not all the ignis were as dangerous as he believed, that their free will meant no simulation could ever predict how things would turn out, that they were not the enemies he perceived them as. You asserted you would not back down from your stance, and that you wished he would not remain a prisoner of his past and his father and open himself up to you and your friends' perspectives

• Though you both disagreed, there was no argument, instead he'd tightened his grip around you, and you both stayed silent for a moment

• "I just want you to be safe."

• for the rest of the day, you'd just be walking with him through the city, places he must frequent when spending the little time he has away from his position as the leader of the hanoi

• there's a mutual acknowledgment between you that you are enemies and the entire situation is complex, but that you do indeed mutually want each other's safety

• he'd not realize what day it was, because despite wanting to deep inside, he's never really paid too much attention to holidays. he feels too much responsibility to his father's wishes to pay too much attention to "frivolous" things like that, but in reality, i think he'd want that normalcy. he's just too caught up in everything that's been dumped onto him to enjoy things as he should be able to

• nonetheless, the rest of the day he would want to spend time with you, walking through the city and stopping to get food, a chance to be Roken, and to talk to you without your opposition in the way, if only for a while

• like Yusaku, I feel he'd be the protective type, one who keeps his eyes on you a lot, but respects your abilities, skill, and personal space at the same time. unlike Yusaku though, I feel he'd be more open to physical contact, and would hold your hand in public

• part of why he admires you, is because he doesn't see himself as a good person. he carries around a lot of guilt, and can be quite ruthless, but he views you as someone who very much is good hearted, just from his view on the wrong side of the ignis situation

• so i feel like he would feel as though he doesn't deserve you deep down, and that's part of why he maintained distance for so long. deep down, he seeks atonement, and doesn't want you swept up in the midst thought you've chosen to be

• even though he is still seemingly cold and gaurded on the exterior in person, it feels as though he lets you in in his own ways. he doesn't talk much, but he can communicate his feelings best through eye contact and the way he holds your hand, and his actions, the way he holds you against him like the words could flow through touch

• you'd part your ways at the end of the day, wondering what your next encounter would be like, the feeling of his hand still lingering in your thoughts

• when you got back home, you'd realize in addition to your keys, there was something else that had been added to your pocket: a small note and a duel monsters card: one from his deck.

• the note read, "This may serve you well should you find yourself in particular trouble... Don't let your guard down with that ignis. I trust you will do the right thing should the situation come. Until our paths cross again, - Roken."

• it was his way of extending an olive branch and simultaneously protecting you - expressing through action what he couldn't through words.

[ladylooch]

Me every day visiting your blog waiting for more Timo & Emma 😂

What would Timo's reaction be like when he saw Emma wearing a jersey with his name for the first time?

BABE!!!!!!! I love you 😭 thank you!

The Devils won in deciding fashion for my first game back from Switzerland. I am tired. Making a baby and being sick all the time is proving to be a lot of work. But being in the second trimester has seemed to ease some of the worst parts. I haven't had a migraine in three days.

I am waiting for Timo to emerge from the locker room when Nico pops up next to me.

"Hey, good game." I give him a hug. He holds me a second longer than usual which makes my heart ache a bit. He told Timo he is worried about how sick I have been. I can feel it in his touch now.

"Thank you. How are you?" He asks.

"I am good today." I smile reassuringly. Nico sighs in relief.

"Good. What's this?" He fingers my jersey, noting the numbers are not his.

"A surprise." I grin. "I tired to show him at warm ups but I missed them because I slept too late."

"That's okay. You're doing hard work. Where is Lex?"

"Um, down there." I point to where she is with a few more WAGS.

"Thanks. Love you. See you tomorrow for brunch, ya?"

"Yeah. Love you." He gives me another squeeze.

"Have I mentioned how happy I am that you're here?" He asks as he walks backwards down the ramp, dimples pinching his cheeks.

"A couple times." I laugh.

It takes 10 more minute before Timo emerges. His hair is ruffled and wet, fingers still tying his tie back together.

"Sorry, babe. I had a lot of inter-" He stops, both his words and his steps. A huge grin takes over his face. "Is Emma Hischier wearing my jersey?" He steps forward, pressing me against the wall with his hips. My baby bump pushes against his belt.

"She is." I smile, accepting his sweet smooches immediately.

"You look so good with that last name. Might need to give it to you." I don't respond, just suck his bottom lip into my mouth.

"I think it's lucky too. Two goals from you? So hot." I kiss along his jaw, working to his throat. He leans his face into my head further.

"This means so much to me." He tugs on the sleeve of his jersey.

"I know."

"Like this is all real. You're mine. And you're having my baby."

"Both of those things are true." His hands can't help themselves and come to cup my belly under the jersey. He finds my jeans held together with a hair binder, chuckling into my hair. "When are you going to get maternity jeans, babe?"

"When I feel like it." I respond, biting my lip and looking back up at his face. Timo is staring at his numbers on my sleeve. "The baby wants pizza."

"Okay, pizza it is." He laughs, tossing an arm around my shoulder. I hook my fingers with his dangling off my body. He pulls back for a moment, looking at his last name across my back again. "Did you buy this?"

"Yeah! Wanted to boost your sales above Nico."

"I doubt that will happen anytime soon." Timo shakes his head as we walk out to his car.

[scribble-dribble-writes]

Hey,

Is it okay to ask you to write a fluffy Obi wan x reader which the one bed/stuck in a small space trope?

Maybe that is what they needed to confess their feelings.

If not, I understand

I'm so glad you asked me to do the one bed trope! It's one of my favorites. I hope you like it 💖💖💖

Stubborn

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Pairing: Obi wan x reader

Word count: 1500

Warnings: none

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“We’ll be safe here.”, you exhaled locking the door. The small safe house was well hidden but you placed your forehead on the wood paneling to catch your breath and steady yourself. “Why are you doing this?”, the man you helped stood in the middle of the room, his arms folded defensively. He was new to tatooine and was so out of place. When he first arrived, his clothes were like those that could only be found on Coruscant. He held the glimmer of being well off, people could tell easily that he was a man on the run. He never spoke to anyone so it made it all the more difficult to figure him out. All you could envision him as was as someone who had a wealthy past, a prince or a senator, now exiled to this dry land. “They were coming for you. I did what anyone else would have done.”, you tell him but your heart was pounding in your chest. You were doing this with ulterior motives. “Then you should have run.”, there was an edge to his voice, an underlying anger which only sparked yours. “I saved your life.”, you square off against him having had enough of his demeanor. Anytime you did something nice, he would push you away but now, he was being unreasonable.

He needed the hot bath to clear his head. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, you weren’t supposed to be involved. He dipped his head beneath the shower nozzle, his hair stuck to his face, he had been unnecessarily mean to you after what you had just done for him. Ever since he had first arrived here, he had witnessed your kindness, a rare quality on a planet like this. Now he was struggling with things beyond his control, he had not been in touch with his feelings that he was so preoccupied with shutting it off that whenever he saw you that vault began to unravel.

You kept to the living room, mostly to avoid him. He was being ungrateful and you had a sliver of self respect to know what you deserved, this was not it. The bedroom door slid open and he emerged. His face was restored with his past glow, soft from the shower. His hair combed back like it once was, for a second, it was as though no time had passed at all. He took a seat across you before he spoke. “Thank you.”, his blue eyes found yours. “For all of it.”, he spoke slowly as though each word was thought through. “Dinner is on the counter.”, you responded. It was for the best if you distanced yourself even though you knew it was difficult to do. Ever since he set foot on your planet, he owned your heart. He moved away and you let out the breath you were holding in.

He wore new robes, darker than the ones before which brought out the bronze of his hair making it hard to focus on anything else. Dinner passed by in silence, but you busied yourself preparing the bed. Anything that will keep you moving, trapped under the same roof as him was sure to drive you mad and break your heart, so you kept away. “You can have the bed. I will take the floor.”, you instructed him and he began to object but you moved ahead to take your place. “You need to be well rested. Don’t argue with me on this.”, you snuck the pillow under your head and turned to face the wall. There was silence, a sigh and the squeak of the bed frame. So he did head your word.

He felt restless, how could you have known that it has been a while since he had slept properly. He peeked over the edge to see your still form sound asleep, he laid on his back staring at the ceiling. “Can’t sleep?”, he heard you ask softly in the dark. “Yes.”, he twisted around, the night was beginning to grow cold. He knew the stone floor was getting colder. “The weather’s getting colder.”, he remarked trying to gauge your movement in the dim light. “Yes. My hands are cold.”, you responded and his heart sank. He was comfortable and warm on the bed while you were out in the cold. “Come up here, there’s still room.”, he urged you and waited. It was obvious what your answer was going to be, he knew. You’ve been avoiding him ever since he acted arrogant and uptight. “Do you think so?”, your voice was layered with sleep and he could imagine how tired you might have been. “Yes.”, he told you. “Ok, only for tonight “, he heard the shuffle of your feet as you picked up your blanket and made your way to the other side. “We stick to our sides.”, he hears your warning and felt laughter bubble within his chest. “Ok.”, he eased you as you laid down next to him. Your face now in full view, up close in the soft moonlight, he wanted to touch the slope of your temple.

“Give me your hands.”, he asks when he notices your bottom lip quiver. “Ben, don’t trouble yourself. I will be fine.”, you try to speak but it mixes with your chattering teeth. He furrowed his brows, reached down and pulled up both your hands which he cusps within his, rubbing them together to generate the warmth your body so badly needed. “Ben.”, you call but he doesn’t stop. “You need to stay warm.”, he tells you but you feel weak in the cold that he begins to worry. “I’m going to come closer.”, he lets you know as he navigates closer to you, his body emanating radiant warmth.

His hand slid across your waist pulling you closer, his touch thawing frozen ground. You turn but he doesn’t let you go. “Why do you have to be stubborn?”, he whispers stroking your cheek. “Like you aren’t?”, you respond and in the darkness he could feel a smile on his face. “Get closer or you’re going to freeze.”, he instructs and you stay still. He huffs. “Must I do everything?”, he gets closer, your hands rest on his chest, you unfurl your palm to feel smooth skin. “You are not wearing a shirt.”, you mumble. “No one sleeps with a shirt on.”, he retorts. “Most people do.”, your eyes adjust to the dark to see your nose almost touching his.

He lays still under your touch, only signs of his breathing telling you that he was real, that this moment was real. His muscles flex under your fingers as you drag your hand across his chest encountering bumps of healed scar tissue. You freeze and he exhales. The world around you, the inquisitors, the empire, the past, glimpses of his face enter into your mind like you have seen his face before. You feel the pressure of his hand on your wrist, he leans forwards and places his forehead on yours like he was holding on for dear life. The imagery flushes out, you see Coruscant for the first time. He was taking you through the places he had once been in. The Jedi temple, his home, you were seeing it all from his point of view. But then you feel pain. His pain. The loss of a brother, an immense task and a lonely life. You see him on tatooine and feel your eyes brim with tears. It fades to black, he breathes faster but he doesn’t move away. It continues and begins again with a feeling of warmth. The sands shimmering in the mid afternoon heat, an oasis and then you see it. Your heart tightens. He sees you and his world cascades in colour. It plays like a movie, unsaid words now being spilt in troves. It starts to fade and all you hear is the echo of your laughter coming to realize that it lingered in his memory because he held on to it dearly. Through it, you hear his true name and play it your mind. He moves away, the edge of his eyes gleaming. “It was time you knew. After everything that has happened.”, he whispered.

“Obi wan.”, you call for him, his eyes snaps to yours.

Home, you reminded him of home. In the chaos of a lost life and a broken past, he seemed to have found that feeling again, one he swore never to feel again. He heard his name on your lips and the world shrunk to the perimeter of this bed and this warmth, that anything in the void beyond it, did not exist. “If I render your dull life with colour, then you must know.”, he felt your fingers tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear. “that you make me feel less alone in mine.”, his heart thrummed with life. He titled your chin to meet his eyes and in the comfort of healed scars and revealed truths, he kissed you. For the first time in his life, he was not in a state of urgency. He heard you inhale sharply, stiffen under his touch and then let go, like water running out to sea, you melted into him. He held you, he wasn’t breathless but rather quite the opposite.

He had only now come alive.

[ftmpupglacier]

pup trainer [jan ‘24]

“I’d love to see you in your pup mask tonight.”

This came as something of a surprise. My profile picture was me wearing my neoprene puppy hood. Not because it’s a big kink for me or anything, just because it looked hot and I didn’t want my face on the grid. You have to click into my profile to see my human self. It’s not a big deal and I know my exes would recognize the hood anyway…but it just makes me feel a little better.

But still. Although the photo draws a lot of comment, it’s rare anyone wants to actually play with my pup self. I was intrigued.

I reluctantly admitted I couldn’t play in certain ways that week. “I don’t mind a mess,” was the matter of fact response. Okay. Point to him. I mind (which I tell him), but I like that he doesn’t.

He countered with a suggestion that I could simply suck his cock. I sort of scoffed, telling him that I don’t normally go for the kinda encounters I get so little out of.

He offered to rub my pussy - over my pants if I preferred - and scratch my back and behind my ears.

And he sends me a photo. A bathroom mirror selfie of a handsome older guy in a suit. Shaved head, bearded. Very much My Type.

Before I can reply, his next message arrives: “Be man’s best friend.”

“Belly rubs too?” Hey, negotiations go both ways…

“Of course.”

And then he sends me an audio clip. It’s exactly six seconds long. His voice makes me squirm when I press play and hear sweet, enthusiastic encouragement: “C’mon, be a good boy. Be a good dog.”

I bit back an actual whimper. My brain was running a hundred miles a minute. It was 4:30 in the morning; I had only woken up because my dog needed to go pee. But this guy had all my attention.

We quickly negotiated a plan, and I hurriedly got dressed and headed outside to wait in my car. He parked in front of me and got out to open the back door. I hopped out of my own car and into the backseat of his SUV, with its dark tinted windows.

I had been too shy to put my hood on but I’d worn my collar. When I’d sent him the photo he had noticed my name tag immediately and begun to use my pup name. He did so again now, murmuring, “Good boy, Glacier,” as he stroked a hand over my back. He helped me take off my coat and my sweater, and let his hands roam over me as he praised me. I blushed and whimpered and leaned into his touches.

Eventually I let myself get brave enough to paw at his thigh. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his cock, and I eagerly got my mouth on it. He moaned his appreciation of my oral skills while his big hands alternated between stroking my hair and rubbing between my legs, occasionally scratching behind my ears and holding me down a little.

He told me to get up on the seat and sit pretty like a good pup waiting for a treat. I knelt on the backseat next to him, watching with wide eyes as he jerked himself off. He told me to get my mouth back on him and I obeyed eagerly, swallowing his cum and mentally noting in a detached sort of way that I’d enjoyed that a lot more than I usually did.

“What a good boy Glacier. Yes you were. Lay down for a bit, pup.” I happily laid my head against his furry thigh and stretched out across the seat a little. He stroked my head and down along my back, and I let my eyes drift closed. I felt utterly content.

Eventually he breaks the silence to ask me a question, and as I clear my throat to answer I realize it’s the first time I’ve spoken since I got into his car.

He gives me his number and tells me to text anytime.

I text him later to thank him, and to apologize for having been too shy to put my hood on. He tells me next time.

“We’ll resume where we left off. But you in your pup hood and nothing else. I want to hear you whimper and howl for me.”

[mashas-rotting]

The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 6

Chapter warnings: Blood as always, Injury, Almost dying, Tom has feelings (kinda)

As per the recent norm, Tom was waiting for you after class. His dark eyes bore into yours making you shift feeling naked. "What?" You tried to snap, but it came out weakly. "Nothing." He says after a moment. Then he shakes his head then looks away.

"Avery should be there today. I imagine your rematch will go no differently." Tom walks towards the training grounds as he speaks. "If you have no hope for him, why do this at all?" You ask keeping pace beside him. "He will learn. Once he can control his emotions he'll be a great wizard. They all will, but he has far too much pride." Tom replies. "Is that why you want him to duel a 'mudblood'? Have him knocked down by someone he considers weaker and lesser to hurt his pride?" Tom smirks at this, his eyes flicker to yours. "Yes, That's definitely part of it. I meant what I said the first day though, none of them have been able to hold their own against me the way you have. Until they can, you will train them."

Once you get to the training field Lestrange volunteers to go first; stepping forward when the rest of the group kept their distance. "I'd rather get my ass handed to me now and use the rest of the time to figure out what went wrong than have to limp back immediately after." He laughs. "I don't know I think you might have me this time." You reply kindly. The both of you know you're lying. Wands at the ready, Bow, Pace, You turn to attack and-…

Tom

Tom found himself smiling with his arms crossed at Y/n's interaction with Lestrange. It was good for her to both embrace and be embraced by other pure bloods, even if they didn't know her status. Lestrange had always been smart, he probably sensed she was different. And he was always the most talented in the group at dueling, Tom suspected he would be the first to knock her on her ass. Not anytime soon of course, but one day. With any luck, they all would come out of this as good as Y/n.

He watched as the two of them as they got in position. "Bombarda!" An explosion threw Y/n back and slammed her into a tree. Blood pooled around her limp frail looking body on the ground; she must have thrown into a branch. Avery stood defiant and proud to the side sporting a shit eating grin. "Crucio!" Tom heard himself cast the spell. Avery collapsed screaming. Good. Tom ran to Y/n. 'She can't die like this." His thoughts repeated over and over. "Help her!" he screamed commanding his followers. As he held her, parts of her skin blistered under his hands, a gaping wound poured blood from her back. His ears were ringing and it felt as though everything was happening in slow motion. No one was moving fast enough.

Y/n was taken to the infirmary. She was alive. Avery was taken… somewhere else. He was also alive. For now at least. Y/n had lost a lot of blood and had second and third degree burns on her chest and arms, perdominately on the right side. Tom had told the nurse they had been searching for rare herbs in the forbidden forest to impress slughorn with, when they were attacked by someone they didn't recognize. Tom had been chewed out and reminded that the forbidden forest was in fact, forbidden. 50 points were taken from Slytherin. That didn't matter. And Tom had to meet with the head master in the morning. Still, Tom refused to leave Y/n's side all day and had even snuck out passed curfew to sit beside her at night.

Tom experienced something he had not done since he was a boy at the orphanage. Tom Marvolo Riddle, cried. He didn't mean to, he didn't even realize it was going to happen. Silently, hot tears streamed down his face as he watched Y/n sleep. His hand reached up and touched them. Confusing thing to do. Pointless. Tears don't solve anything. And there were problems that needed to be delt with. Avery. He needed to be delt with. But Tom found he couldn't think straight so he decided to go to the restricted section to read up on Y/n's family. Maybe He'd find something to help her there.

As he rose to leave the moonlight coming in from the window shown on Y/n's wrist, stopping him in his tracks. 'Tom Marvolo Riddle' He almost laughed. Stupid girl. He had wondered what is was Y/n wrote with the quill. Now he knew. The nurse must have thought we were a couple messing around with forbidden magic and she accidentally got injured. Tom frowned, not liking how close that was to the truth. He would have to erase the memory of her wrist from any attending in the morning.