#and the worst part? I get so flustered if she points out to me that I'm being oblivious

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

When I realize well after the fact that a hot femme was in fact flirting with me

[melrodrigo]

on your knees - c.s.

Cairo Sweet x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s Valentine’s day and Cairo really needs a date.

Word Count: idk i’ll fill it later

A/N: Hiii, here to feed my babies. Beware the last few parts because i did nawt proofread this. Will come back to edit it eventually! Thanks for all the love

“Come onnnnn, go on a date with me?” The girl in front of you practically begs, leaning forward till her whole body is pressed up to the front of your desk.

“Very funny.” You tell her, dryly.

Cairo’s been whining all week about not having a valentine’s date, but you don’t know why she specifically chooses to whine to you about it. After all, you had heard from around school she had a crush on Mr.Miller.

Your nose crinkles in disgust at the thought. Their coupling would be wild at best, and illegal (not to mention boring) at worst. It would be like seeing Einstein and an Instagram model holding hands. Except Mr. Miller wasn’t Einstein, he was Henry Miller. A spectacularly boring middle aged white guy.

To be completely transparent, you wouldn’t have minded going on a date with Cairo. Since, truth be told, you might’ve had a (tiny) crush on her.

You let your mind wander, think of what it would be like to take her out. The perfect date.

She loves nature, so it would be outdoors for sure. She doesn’t love extravagant gestures, you’d probably make her a little picnic. Your train of thought is cut short by the evil voice that tells you she could be fantasizing about a certain professor on your imaginary date.

Cairo breaks your daydreaming by falling to her knees beside your chair, hitting the carpet with a loud thud.

Your eyes widen, and you quickly grab her shoulders and try to push her up, but she refuses. For such a small girl, she sure had a lot of strength.

“What do you want me to do, beg? I can beg.” She tells you, still on her knees, dress pooling atop the rug.

You’re ashamed to admit the position has a bit of an effect on you. But who could blame you? Anyone would be flustered if Cairo Sweet was looking up at them like that…

It’s a little awe inspiring, seeing Cairo so, desperate. You’re not sure what’s brought this all on, but the cold cut Cairo you once knew has disappeared completely from the equation.

“Cairo.” You hiss, eyes darting between the door and the girl in front of you, praying that no one comes in.

“What’s it gonna take for you to go on a date with me?” She whines again, reaching for your shirt cuffs for something to hang onto.

There’s a swoosh and a quiet “oh!” that brings your attention back to the door.

Mr. Miller.

He stands somewhat awkwardly, smiling the type of smile that somehow indicates he’s unhappy. His eyes narrow when he notices it’s Cairo on the floor, his beloved teacher’s pet.

Okay, now you really need Cairo to get up. You support (force) her up and onto half of your chair, reprimanding her quietly as Miller walks past, coughing.

She straightens only slightly before settling once again on your lap, claiming it’s more comfortable and “a more suitable place for her to focus on her studies”.

“Why don’t you just sit at your desk, hm?” You point at the table, a single chair, smack dab in the middle of the classroom, in front of Mr.Miller. She was such a nerd.

She stares back at you blankly, big brown eyes making you a little distracted.

“That’s not mine.” She says, and you breathe out a laugh. The tension breaks. Her eyes crinkle lightly at the sound.

“You’re so weird.” You mumble, but allow her to sit further into your lap, no doubt much more comfy than her previous position.

“Can I sit here the rest of the class?” She asks, a little bashfully. You give her a pointed look, but nod nonetheless.

“Whatever you want.” You tell her, and she seems happy with that, taking her laptop and notebook out, ready to learn.

You see her lock eyes with Mr. Miller, who looks very confused. She smiles shyly and breaks the contact by nudging herself into the crook of your neck.

Oh.

Maybe all this was just to make Mr.Miller jealous.

You frown at the disturbing thought. Cairo’s breath tingles your skin as she tilts her head up so her lips are right beside your ear. The sensation makes you shiver, quite unwillingly.

“Now will you go on a date with me?” She whispers, huskily. Her confidence has returned, cocky like the Cairo you know so well.

You weigh your options.

You do really want her to get away from Mr.Miller…it might be a good time to slap some sense into the young girl.

“Alright.” You say curtly, already regretting your decision.

Cairo removes herself from your neck, smiling wide. For a second it quells your anxieties, her milky white pearls blinding.

She turns back as more students start filing in, ready yet again to learn.

You can’t focus for the duration of the class, mind wandering. Valentine’s day was tomorrow, what were you going to say? What were you going to do?

You stay quiet until class ends and all the way while you walk her back to her home. Cairo pokes at you a couple times to try and get you out of your head.

“Don’t forget flowers!” Cairo teasingly yells from ahead of you, already one foot into her house. You straighten up, dumbly answer with a “You got it!” and a face palm once she’s out of sight.

-

Okay. This was it. Last night was spent toiling on your bed, writing a script of what you’ll tell Cairo, prepared lillies- her favorite flowers, and a batch of the best things you could possibly find in your fridge.

Bread, butter, freshly sliced tomatoes, lettuce, and two slices of turkey left, you’re all ready and set.

The script is tucked away into the back pocket of your jeans, snug and cozy. It radiates warmth that makes you think it’d be terribly rude to ever take it out.

You sit down onto the grass, arms on both sides straightened, palms rubbing uncomfortably with the tablecloth.

“I shouldn’t be this nervous.” You remind yourself, but it does almost nothing to quell your worries.

You can’t keep lying to yourself, the truth swims in your head and you’re afraid it’s going to leave your lips the second Cairo arrives. You aren’t nervous about the letter, or anything to do with Mr.Miller. In fact, you’re nervous about the date.

A tiny part of you, no matter how much you try and shun it away, hopes that, maybe, just maybe, if Cairo liked this date, she might start liking you.

The minutes count themselves down too fast, and it’s almost time. You sit straighter, checking your shirt for any wrinkles.

You see a tiny figure make it’s way onto the lawn, and you have to bite back a smile when you realize it’s Cairo.

She looks almost shy as she walks up to you, twiddling with her thumbs.

It’s like a wave washes over you when you finally see her up close. She’s wearing a gray turtleneck, with a denim jacket over it, hair all nice and wavy. She looks unbelievably good.

It takes a second for you to grab your bearings and act like you weren’t just blatantly staring at her.

“You look beautiful.” You say, as casual as you can muster, and Cairo breaks out into a smile. You notice she’s wearing water liner, and it makes your knees feel like jelly. She’s only ever done makeup like this once, during your school dance, and it had all but made you swoon.

“Yeah?” She muses, mindlessly. Bending down and sitting on your makeshift picnic cloth.

“Yeah.” You breathe, even though you can tell she didn’t really need an answer to that. She reaches for your face, pushing a stray hair back.

“You look good too.” Is what she comments, all soft like.

You’re a little ashamed to admit you dressed up particularly for this occasion. Some rosy pink blush, your favorite lipstick just for her.

You cough awkwardly, and it breaks you both out of your trance. You reach for the food and serve her her plate.

You get a good while into talking and laughing that you bring up Mr. Miller.

“So…do you have your eye on anybody right now?” You ask nonchalantly, pretending like you haven’t mapped this whole conversation out in your head a million times.

Something flashes in her eyes but it disappears so quick you can’t tell what it is.

“You know you can tell me anything,right?” You tell her, and you mean it. Whatever or whoever it was, you’d be fine with it. You wouldn’t just stop being friends with her because of complicated feelings. She mattered more to you than that.

She bites her lip, then speaks quick, like she has to get it out before she overthinks too much.

“Yeah I am interested in someone. In this school, actually.” She says.

You feel your heart drop to your ass, you’d hoped against hope that the rumor wasn’t true- but with this new information, it had to be.

So much for ‘being okay with anything.’ That’s it. It’s over for me.

“Oh?” You try and ask, but it comes out as a little squeak. Cairo shoots you a weird look, but continues telling you about it.

“Yeah…I really like her. I just, I don’t know if I should pursue it.” She purses her lips.

Now it’s really time for your heart to flip. Her? Did she say ‘her?’

“Yeah, I did.” She confirms, small smirk playing on her crimson lips.

“Shit, did I say that out loud?” You ask her, cheeks heating up immediately. She gives you a quick nod.

Oh god.

“You like a girl?” You ask again, disbelieving.

This time she huffs, sounding almost impatient.

“Yes, I like a girl.” She says, exasperated, with a bit of bite in her tone. Something defensive and possibly jealous stirs up in you fast and quick. Why does she look annoyed?

You can’t help but answer in the same way.

“Okay, so who is it that you like so much?” You ask pointedly. The fire in her eyes that was there just moments before simmers, and just like that, she reverts back to her normal self. It’s almost concerning how she does it so quick, like the flip of a switch.

She suddenly looks nervous again. You give her a small encouraging nod, take her hand in yours as support. They tremble slightly.

“I like you. And I know you probably-” She continues but all you can hear are the echos of her first statement.

I like you. I like you. I like you.

I like you.

You retract from her hands, surprised beyond belief. You regret it immediately when her smile drops.

Her mouth is moving rapidly, and you use the best of your abilities to try and hear what she’s saying.

“I mean why do you think I even begged you on this date? I swear your head is so thick-“ Her words pass through your ears in intervals, and finally, after she’s done, and looking at you expectedly, all you can do is croak out a weak, “You don’t have a crush on Mr. Miller?”

Cairo blinks once, twice.

“What?” But there’s no fear or judgement or any hint of any emotion except disbelief.

Huh, so she didn’t know about the rumor.

“Who said I have a crush on Mr.Miller?” She asks, nose scrunching in disgust. You sigh, looking up to the sky and thanking god.

At this revelation, you’re elated. You scooch just a tad closer and tell her about the rumor. When you’re done, you expect someone shocked, or weirded out, but all she does is letout a hefty laugh.

“God, just because I like a class doesn’t mean I want to fuck the teacher.” She smiles, and you marvel in the way she’s able to shake it off so easy. She’s always been like that, carefree.

You let your mind wander to what she said before. She turns her head to look at the scenery, allowing you guys to sit in comfortable silence.

You say her name, a simple sound, but it makes her look up into your eyes, curious.

“Did you really mean what you said? You like me?” You ask, soft.

She gives an adamant nod, assuring she really does. God, you could not focus right now. She looks so pretty.

“I like you too. Like, a lot.” You breathe, and watch as her eyes sparkle.

“Really?” She blinks, in a state of vulnerability you’ve never seen. You can’t believe that she wouldn’t believe it. You give her the same nod, grin breaking out on your face.

“Can I kiss you?” She asks, gaze fluttering between your eyes and your lips.

It’s all you’ve ever wanted- you can’t even speak.

Her kiss isn’t what you’ve always imagined. Something soft, something gentle. That’s how it always was with the first kiss. You should’ve guessed long ago Cairo wasn’t just anyone.

She surges in, grabbing your face tight like if she lets go you’ll disintegrate. She’s so rough, and you can’t get enough of it. She climbs over your body and settles in your lap, grabbing the collar of your shirt to deepen the kiss.

You break away when it gets too much, both of you panting. Her cheeks are now another shade of pink you can be proud of causing; her hair messed up in a way that makes you want to grab her and kiss her again. And so you do.

You guys stay like that, laughing and talking and kissing till it’s dark out.

“It’s a good thing I forced you on this date, isn’t it?” She muses, rolling in your arms.

You giggle, high from the endorphins.

“You didn’t force me, it was a two person thing.” You try and justify, hoping she doesn’t think you didn’t want the date.

“It’s sweet of you to say that, but we both know you would’ve never asked me out.” She tells you, booping her nose against yours.

“Oh shut up.” And you take her lips in another kiss before she can retort.

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you.

this is def an experimental format!! i got this idea while reading the character letters. in the POV of an unknown interviewer (not reader). reader uses they/them.

🔗⚰️📰🔮❤️‍🩹💉🌪️✂️🍀🩰🔫🪡🤹🧲🦋🐍

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🔗 Ada - "Yes, that's my lover. I would say our relationship falls within the typical scope of that sort of thing. Of course, I believe we share something special, but everyone does when they're in love, don't they?" She covers all her bases in one decisive breath, leaving little room for me to comment.

⚰️ Aesop sits perfectly upright, fingers threaded at his knees. His eyes drift to the side and he seems to begin speaking mid-thought. "I had... cautioned myself not to upset their perception of me," he explains. "But they pried, and stayed, regardless of what they found... For that, I'm grateful."

📰 Alice has kept a sharp eye on me the entire time, but it's at this question that she drops the formalities. "I wasn't aware you would be prying into my personal affairs. Where did you learn that name?" Her frankness pins me in place. For some reason, I end up apologizing.

🔮 Eli can't help a sheepish smile from blooming across his face. "Well, truthfully... I don't use this term lightly, but they might be the love of my life." He has been consistently grounded with his responses, so I'm surprised to catch him flustered, however subtle it is. Personally, I'm touched.

❤️‍🩹 Emil considers for a moment. He doesn't meet me in the eye, instead pinning his gaze on nowhere in particular. A faint smile ghosts his lips. After a while, he answers, simply, "Safe."

💉 Emily's hands are folded neatly on her lap. At the mention of that name, her shoulders tense, but she otherwise maintains her composure. "Someone I trust." Her answer is vague and cautious, but acceptable. I'll try to uncover a deeper meaning behind that 'trust'.

🌪️ Ithaqua - "Mine." He is curt and to the point. Yours? I echo, hoping he'll elaborate. His head tilts to the side, and while I can't see the face behind his mask, a sense of dread suddenly overcomes me. I decide not to press further.

✂️ Jack stretches out his hand of blades, flexing each finger in front of him. I can't deny the cold sweat that drips down my spine just by being in his presence. "May I respond with a question of my own?" he says to me. "Suppose a butterfly loses its way, and winds up caught in a spider's web. Wouldn't you agree that the more it writhes and struggles, the more exhilarated the spider becomes?" I don't have the courage to hear out the rest of this analogy.

🍀 Lucky - "I've always been known as a pretty lucky guy, but the luckiest day of my life was when I met them! I remember it was the—" He drags me down a long-winded story about their life together. I get the idea. Eventually I'm forced to cut him off.

🩰 Margaretha twirls a curl of hair, a meek blush dusting her cheeks. "Have you ever been in love before? You're never prepared for the magic of it all. I feel a new rush with them everyday. I know, realistically, all good things come to an end, so I tried to remind myself to expect the worst, but they've proven over and over that... I'll never feel safer than in their arms." After rambling for some time, a look of surprise flashes across her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go off like that. Oh, but I've just never met someone who feels so much like true love before."

🔫 Martha doesn't miss a beat. "Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name." I look down to double-check the name written in her file. Her watchful gaze follows my line of sight. Are you sure? I try. "Must've been some confusion somewhere," she insists. The next day, I realize all my files on her and (Y/N) have gone missing.

🪡 Matthias - "Wh-What?" he starts, but keeps going before I can repeat the question. "Oh, uh, an ally, I guess." Well, I gathered that much. When I press for more details, his head sinks low, fingers grasping at the armrest. "I don't know what they saw in me. Was it out of pity?"

🤹 Mike's eyes light up and he blinds me with a contagious smile. "(Y/N)'s a sneaky one, and I mean it—they've got me under the trickiest spell of all. Guess what happens every time I think about them?" Egged on by his grin, I take the bait. You get lovesick? I guess. Suddenly, he tosses a handful of butterfly glitter in my face. "I get butterflies!" Very funny, I sigh, exasperated with these carnies. Why did he have that on hand in the first place?

🧲 Norton leans back in his chair, scowling. "What's that got to do with anything?" He snaps a couple times in my face, urging me to "stay on topic." It's hard to say if this question struck a nerve, as he's been uncooperative for most of this interview, but my suspicions point me to prod further. After all, it'd have been much easier if he just said he didn't know them.

🦋 Vera's face contorts into a leery, hostile glower. "Why do you ask that?" Before I can say anything to mitigate the rising tension, she catches herself, and her expression softens slightly. "I'm sorry. That's... someone quite dear to me, so your question took me by surprise."

🐍 Yidhra's follower goes pale, clearly unnerved. "She won't answer that," she tells me through shallow breaths. "Th-This isn't my place to say, but I'd advise you not to involve yourself with that person." As if on cue, I get a sensation I can only describe as a hand slowly wrapping around my neck. It disappears when I move to scratch it. Must've been my imagination.

Part 2

[liveontelevision]

Hi! im in love with your Lucifer fics. You newest one has me gripped and i cant wait for the next part.

You got me brainstorming more Lucifer fics ideas

I was thinking of one where the reader has been helping/supporting Charlie at the Hotel and is almost like a mother/parental figure to her, and when Lucifer arrives he acts cold/mean no matter how much she tries to be polite. But then he warm up to her after see how much the reader really cares about Charlie and then he finally realises hes in love with her.

♡

Thank you! I literally could write about him for hours (kinda have already) and I really liked this prompt, so here's just a lil' something for ya, anon ♡

Honey | Lucifer x Reader

No smut, just some cute fluff here-

♡♡♡

As soon as you arrived in Hell, your eyes were drawn to the drab-looking hotel just up the hill. And you flew to it like a moth to a TV screen. That being said, you've known Charlie and the other residents for as long as you've been dead. They've all seen you at your worst, having to be the unlucky few to explain your death. Although, Charlie's comfort really made the whole being dead thing much more palatable. During this time, while she's supported you, you've seen her through thick and thin as well. Pretty soon, you became an important part of her life, offering a more parental influence when she needed one. You didn't really die at an old age, but a lot went on in your lifetime to give you the maturity to comfort people that way and you were always happy to do it.

Considering your skill set, some of the residents went to you in the same fashion. A little task you took to, just to help out, was fixing up some articles of clothing for people. It was a great mindless task for you to do, considering Alastor wasn't a fan of having phones and TVs in the hotel. So you simply sat, humming a little tune as you fixed up something from Angel's wardrobe.

Your trance was broken, seeing a pair of slender legs in front of you. Following them up, you finally meet eyes with a nervous-looking Charlie. She's fidgeting with her fingers, still trying to find the courage to say whatever she came to you for.

"You need something, hun? You can talk to me, c'mere." With a sweet voice, you patted the cushion on the couch next to you and kept on working. She let out a heavy breath you didn't realize she was holding.

"Soooo... my dad is coming to visit and I - uh.." she still struggled to find her words. Considering you've barely been outside the hotel, you really didn't question how big of a deal Lucifer was. But to see Charlie getting flustered about a little visit from her own father did make you feel uneasy.

"I guess - I don't know, I'm just nervous, is all! It's not that big a deal, I mean, he's my dad, but also.. he's... my dad..?" You nodded your head.

"Seems like a big deal. He's the king of Hell, so it makes sense that you're nervous. Can I help with anything?" Acknowledging her feelings and making sure to keep your tone smooth, you finally set aside the mini skirt you were fixing up to face her.

"Oh! Um - I was wondering if you could bake something for everyone! Niffty's making cookies, but I think dad might enjoy something a little more.." You both thought back on the disturbing display of desserts Niffty had made for everyone in the past, it sent a chill down your spine. You nodded your head fast, taking a hold of her hands.

“Yeah, I'd love to! I'll make sure it's something your dad would like, too! How's that sound?" You absolutely loved to bake, and doing it for other people always made it even better. There was some pressure on you, considering who you were catering to, but remembering that this is for Charlie, kept any nerves at bay. Charlie, who just happened to be shedding a tear or two of relief, gave you a hug that would've snapped you in two if it had gone on any longer. You were used to those at this point.

The day went by fast, Charlie preparing and stressing over little decisions for her dad's visit. You got the OK to bake an apple pie. A specialty you would make when you were alive, you went all out. You'd always make the dough from scratch, soak the apples in a homemade cinnamon butter, and somehow managed to spiffy it up to a commercial extent. You were batting off Pentious and Niffy as best you could until he arrived.

You saw a side of Charlie during that visit that you haven't really seen before. She was nervous, sure, but it was clear she felt so defeated. Each little quip on sinners being hopeless or how Charlie shouldn't even bother in this "whole redemption deal" made you understand her paranoia more and more.

As Charlie introduced each of the staff and residents, Lucifer got distracted by the still steaming pie sitting on the table in front of everyone. He definitely wasn't the only one whose mouth was watering just by staring at it, but he was the one who bit the bullet, taking the first piece. 

"And this is -" a loud hum of satisfaction interrupted Charlie's introduction to Sir Pentious, who looked deflated at the change in topic.

"Charlie! Good golly - This is great!" With another bite and hum, you watched his eyes flutter shut for a moment. A little boost of confidence immediately making you giddy.

"Oh! Well, that's good! Because this is our other guest! She made it herself -" Charlie took a hold of your shoulders and dragged you to face Lucifer. You could feel the nervous tremble coming from her hands. You looked up at her for a moment and smiled, placing a hand over top of hers. It really did seem to calm her nerves. And for some reason, he didn't seem to like that. 

"Well - I'll eat anything with apples since they're obviously my favorite. It’s not that special." He tossed the half-finished plate back onto the table and wiped his hands clean. He ignored you.

"U-Uhm.. yeah, that's - that's everyone, I guess!" Charlie stammered, not expecting him to turn such a cold shoulder to you. He spent his time examining you. Considering he didn't even care enough to learn your name at that moment, he sure was taking his time looking you up and down.

"Well then!" He clasped his hands together after finally tearing his eyes off you. "How about a little tour?" He suggested, clearly not invested in the other sinners now. Charlie looked down at you and you nodded, starting to clean up some little things around you. It was a nervous habit you had, but it helped to keep your hands busy and your mind off the insulting interaction you just had to endure.

Charlie took Vaggie's hand and went on to give the tour. Once they were out of sight around the corner, you slumped your shoulders letting out a groan.

"Short king's givin' you the cold shoulder, huh?" Angel leaned on the back of the couch, crossing one leg over the other.

"Right? Okay, glad I'm not the only one who noticed that. Is something wrong with the pie..?" Looking over to Sir Pentious, who was licking the already empty pie tin clean, he quickly shook his head.

"Maybe's got a thing for ya." Angel teased, jabbing you with his elbow. You rolled your eyes, finally taking the pie tin from Pentious.

"He didn't even get my name, I'm sure that's not it. Whatever.. " you grumbled, taking any dishes you could to the kitchen to keep your mind from exploring that option.

The extermination day battle was here. You followed the armies who attacked the hoards of exorcists when they finally arrived. As the battle went on, you hated to admit it, you found yourself in awe watching Lucifer kick Adam's ass. The sight of his wings and the little V thing - and obviously his immense power, somehow managed to make you blush as you were attacking angels. Definitely a new sensation for you, with the bloodlust muddling your other senses, but it was easy to forget about it once the new hotel was renovated and everyone was finally settled in.

As everything went back to normal, you went back to helping Charlie with anything you could, drinking at the bar with everyone and generally things went back to the way they were. There was only one difference. Lucifer made the decision to stay at the hotel. It was commendable for sure, his change of heart to support Charlie through this change, but it only left you feeling conscious about everything you'd do when he was around. The underlying crush didn't help much. Or Angel's teasing about said crush.

You really did try, when you'd pass him the hallway, you'd always send him your most sincere smile. Or when you spotted him reading or working on anything, you'd try and spark any kind of conversation or ask if he needed help. He never needed help. He was always too busy to chat. You honestly couldn't remember a time he looked you in the eyes before. You bit your tongue. No need to worry Charlie, or anyone really, about some feud you possibly made up in your mind.

It was especially important to you to not stress Charlie right now. Starting the hotel back up was a big task alone, but the loss of Sir Pentious weighed on everyone. And Charlie took full blame for it. A late night, where she most likely stayed up to try and find any kind of hope for redemption, any speck of proof to bring sinners in, she found herself burnt out. Approaching the memorial for Pentious, you stood beside Charlie. You found her visiting it every now and then, and when you did, you knew she needed a check in. And you were right. Without a word, Charlie suddenly clung to you. She went on about how it was all her fault. How he was gone because of her. How nothing seems to be working and she's terrified that it's all for nothing.

It took a while for her to calm down, but you would never leave her like this. By now, the two of you had fallen to the ground, sitting on your knees.

"Charlie, you are doing your absolute best. It's okay to cry, you know that. Think of everything you've done for everyone else, I mean - Pen would've never sacrificed himself if it wasn't for his friends." You brushed a tear from her still wet and puffy eyes. "You did that. You gave him something worth dying for." It was a hard truth, but you hoped it was enough for her. She's done more for you than she'd ever know, and you'd do anything to give it back. You didn't realize, but before approaching Charlie, Lucifer was pacing a nearby corridor, battling the decision to go up to her himself. He hadn't said much to her since extermination day, and he had always been nervous about saying something wrong, making things worse. Before he had the chance to muster up the courage, you had swooped in. It confused him. He should've been jealous or hurt, that he wasn't able to calm her down himself. That you beat him to the punch. But he didn't really feel that way, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Was it admiration? Sitting in the shadows until he assured Charlie was taken care of, he went back up to his workshop, flustered for a number of reasons.

There was one moment, where things started to look good. It was a regular night at the bar, you, Angel and Husk had gotten on the topic of your lives, looking at the positives which was a rarity. Charlie and Lucifer were nearby, Charlie enthralled in the discussions of what Earth was like.

"My homelife? It wasn't anything fancy, but.. um.. - oh I had a farm, actually! I ran it with my parents, it was.. nice." You hold onto your arms, a bittersweet smile on your face. With a light bulb going off in Charlie's head, she nudged you with her elbow.

"You didn't happen to have any birds or chickens or ducks - did you?" She hummed. She noticed the wedge between you and her dad, and it hurt her just as much as it hurt you. She's little miss "everyone should get along", of course, this hurt her. You didn't notice, but Lucifer peaked up at you for a split second before distracting himself by swaying the drink in his glass.

"Oh..? Oh! Yeah! Yes, actually! We raised a few ducklings that a neighbor gave us - we got them as eggs, so we got to see them grow up and everything!" Going on, telling a story about how you snuck one into your room to keep it as a pet, only to be scolded for it. You had the whole group in the palm of your hand. Including Lucifer. You met his eyes for just a moment, the twinkle in them immediately drawing you in. With a quick smile, he became flustered. He scoffed, pushing himself away from the bar and leaving. As much as that should've infuriated you, seeing those eyes and the growing redness across the apple of his cheeks felt like a win.

Since the hotel was newer, and word hadn't gotten out about Pentious's redemption yet, it was still vacant beside you, Angel, and occasionally Cherry Bomb. That gave the whole group a lot of time to enjoy the large space in the meantime.

Certain nights, Alastor would play the large, golden, piano that Lucifer had so generously created. This led to Charlie singing along to whatever he was playing, of course, and when Lucifer was in a good mood - or drunk - he would even pitch in. He'd sit atop the piano, his legs crossed, as he hiked the matching golden fiddle to his shoulder and played along. It was truly a sight to see. His skills were unmatched, but it still seemed to melt into the rest of the contributions. It was as if he invented the damn thing (He did).

This sort of became a tradition, when everyone was in a good mood and Alastor wasn't getting on Lucifer's nerves too much, everyone would join in, singing and dancing. It was rare, but Damn was it fun when it did happen. One of these nights, Alastor started off with a song that you knew, and had actually introduced to Charlie. She gasped as soon as she recognized the tune, pulling you close by both your hands to sing along. You had as good of a voice as anyone did, in a musical rendition of Hell, but you mainly stuck to harmonizing little things with Charlie. Swinging around with each other, until you were dizzy and laughing, you noticed that the room seemed a little empty.

Lucifer was seated where he usually was, on his phone. His fiddle was placed carefully at his side, and he was scrolling through his goddamn phone. 

"Don't feel like joining us, Your Highness?" You kept to titles since it was obvious he wasn't warmed up to you just yet. Even after living with you for a month or so.

"Mm. Don't know the song. It's not my cup of tea, just can't seem to get into it." He says bluntly, never looking up to you.

“Oh, come on! Just play along, it’s just for fun!” You slurred your words a bit, whatever you had been sipping throughout the night causing, what you would call, an outburst.

“Hm! Well, I’m not exactly here for your entertainment, am I? God forbid a sinner doesn't have fun in their eternal punishment.” The room went silent. You felt so defeated. You've been trying since the day you met him to try and at least get on good terms with him, but it seemed like he would even prefer a night with Alastor over you. Things like this never bugged you much, you tried so hard to not let it bug you, but when Charlie looked over to you, with those worried eyes, it was hard to keep back the bottled-up disappointment.

With a little sniffle and a quick wipe of your eyes with your sleeve, you start heading back up the newly decorated grand staircase, without a word to anyone.

"Heyyy - Dad..! I think you maybe.. might've... I don't know - hurt her feelings..? Would you wanna - " Charlie carefully approached her father, who immediately lit up and placed his device down when she spoke. "Could you talk to her? Maybe just check up on her..?" She was speaking barely above a whisper.

“You have to apologize. Um.. sir.” Vaggie finally blurted out. His smile was nervous, his eye twitching a bit at the concept. Taking in a deep breath, he rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sad little laugh.

"Well, uh.. I don't know, Kiddo, maybe she's just tired." He muttered, obviously hesitant at the idea.

"Sounds like the king can't handle a little damsel in distress to me. Would you like me to comfort her, my dear?" Alastor was quick to chime in from the piano bench, offering a sympathetic smile to Charlie. Why did the concept of that make Lucifer’s blood boil?

"Oh fuck you, bambi, I can handle it." With a quick hop off of the piano top, he almost stormed up the stairs to find you. Definitely not what Charlie was hoping to motivate him, but she wasn't an idiot. She knew Alastor had his reasoning for that. She mouthed a little thank you to him, once Lucifer turned his back.

You were ecstatic to learn that Charlie worked an extensive library into the hotel. Walking into its large double doors, you almost struggled to see the back of the room with how full it was. You had a little corner you claimed as your own, leaving one of your blankets draped on the little loveseat there, and setting aside a pile of books you were still working through. It was a great place to calm yourself down after what had just happened.

Hearing heels click against the tile, you wrapped yourself tighter in your blanket as you pulled your legs up to your chest. 

"I'm fine Charlie, it's fine.. I just need a second, go back to the lobby." You shooed off the figure with one hand, wiping your face with the other.

"Ahha- Nope! Try again -" with a nervous chuckle, Lucifer greeted you with an awkward wave. Interrupting the silence by clearing his throat, he gestured to the seat next to you. With a quick nod, finally snapping out of your surprised state, you shifted your position to sit beside him. It wasn't exactly a two-person couch. Not for two people who might hate each other, at least. I mean it was a loveseat. He struggled to keep his distance, leaving your legs barely brushing together.

"Soooo.. you, uh- like.. reading..?" He asked after a long silence. You were mainly confused by his words, but simply nodded in response.

“Yeah it's - I-I love it in here.. There wasn’t anything like this on Earth, so this is nice." You managed to speak out, between sniffles. He agreed with a little hum, fidgeting with the ring on his finger.

“Glad you like it. It's uhh - just happens to be my personal collection.” He puffed out his chest, looking at his clawed nails with a little smirk on his face. He had no idea why he thought that would help, but it actually did a bit. when he looked your direction, you were slack-jawed in awe. The sight made him turn a bit red in the cheeks, quickly looking away, he patted the top of his legs to fill the silence.

“That's really cool! I guess it makes sense - considering you're older than the dawn of time- but, still. Thank you, I suppose. For letting me - I mean - us use it.” You rambled on for a moment your words became quieter the more you gushed.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” He asked between laughter. You made him laugh. You hoped he didn't see the sparkle in your eyes at the notion. You stalled, lost in thought, before quickly shaking your head.

The two of you sat there for a moment, the awkward silence sitting a little more comfortably than before. Finally, Lucifer let out a sigh of defeat. 

"It’s my fault, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Oh, uh.. I guess so, but.. I mean, I'm kind of drunk so it might be something with that - but I'm fine, I swear." You waved your hands in an attempt to soothe the serious discussion. But Lucifer knew better than anyone what someone holding their true intentions back looks like.

"You're really good for Charlie. I.. I wish I could take care of her. Like you do." He admitted. It surprised you for a moment. Was that why he's been so cold to you? Was there some form of jealousy in there? Or was he really concerned that you would replace him in some fashion?

"C'mon, you're just saying that to make me feel better. I saw you on extermination day, none of this would even be here without that little pep talk, you’ve done more for her than you know, I think. Charlie.. she loves you." The words made him perk up a little. Maybe even a king needs reassurance sometimes.

"Oh- Um.. I guess she does, huh..?" You could hear his smile. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. You didn't even realize you had the smallest smile on your own face. But he did. With another nervous laugh, he hesitates before planting a hand on your leg, just above your knee. No time like the present, you suppose.

"I’m sorry. I really am. For.. everything. You're actually amazing. I-I mean it.." Without a response from you yet, he lets his gentle touch linger a moment longer. You leaned in towards him, the smile on your face turning sly.

"Yeah? You think so? I almost thought you hated me." You were teasing him. He's been so cold to you this whole time, you just had to take advantage of the moment. He turns a bit red, covering his mouth with his free hand as he clears his throat into his fist.

"Of course I don't.." He muttered.

"Soo, would you say you like me?" You drew out your words, walking your fingers up his arm.

"W-What? How - " He clamped his hand over his mouth before desperately trying to rationalize his thoughts, " Of course I do! I just said you're great with Charlie and I -ahh.. I love Charlie, so I like - " He coughs up his words, " - I liked your pie, that you made! And you have a good voice, too, and your little duck story was cute, so - " God bless this man's tendency to overshare when he's nervous. The alcohol definitely gave you the little boost of confidence you needed to question him like this, but you would be lying if you said you didn't notice his reactions to you whenever you weren't paying attention. Or whenever he thought you weren't paying attention. It finally dawned on you that some of those glares might have had some other motivations.

You knew when to reel it in, but considering his hand was still on your leg, he moved it up a bit even, you assumed he was okay with the teasing. Maybe even enjoying it. Delicately drawing your fingers across his jaw, to his chin, you pulled his gaze to meet yours. You could feel his hand tense at every little touch.

"You have really nice eyes, Luci-" He audibly gulped, tugging at his bowtie. "You’ve been avoiding looking at me for months.. I wish you'd look at me more." You almost pouted, your fingers still lingering under his chin. With the slightest movement, he followed your hand towards your face. He took his hand off your thigh for a moment, only for you to take a hold of it and place it on your back. He was the one who pulled you closer at this point.

“Y-you can't just say things like that.. it’s embarrassing..” He muttered, trying his best to not close the gap between your bodies. 

“Embarrassing? I’m not embarrassed, your highness. Are you? Do I.. make you nervous? Hmm?” You placed your hands just above his knees, leaning closer through your chest. Sucking in his lips, he did his best to stay silent, knowing he’d dig his own grave no matter how he answered.

“I just think you’re so pretty, Luci, I can't help myself.” Before he could properly react, you leaned in close enough for him to feel your breath against his ear. Damn, what did you drink? You could feel his hand on your back clenching, either to bring you closer or just out of sheer nerves. With a little hum against his ear, he let out the quietest whimper. It apparently took both of you by surprise, you leaned back to get a look at his face with wide eyes. Meeting his eyes this time sent you both into a blushing, nervous state.

With a deep breath, you cupped his face after brushing some of his golden locks back into place, then gave him the lightest kiss on his lips. You didn't even linger long enough for him to return it, and he was clearly distraught by it. You unwrapped yourself from your blanket, giving a dumbstruck Lucifer another quick peck on his forehead, before standing.

“I’m going back downstairs. Take your time, Hun!” You called out so sweetly as if you hadn't just left him a heated mess. 

Finally returning to the lobby, you walked with your chest puffed out, beckoning for another drink from Husk.

"Did.. did Dad check in on you? Are you okay?" Charlie carefully approached you, and was immediately disarmed by your grin.

"Yup! I feel much better now. He apologized and we had a little.. Discussion. Thanks, hun." You said sweetly, taking a sip of the drink Husk slid into your hand. Angel gave you a dirty glare, and after meeting his eyes you quickly looked away.

"Well great! Where is he? Maybe we can pick back up where we left off!" Charlie clasped her hands together enthusiastically.

"Here! I-I'm here! Great idea, honey, let's keep playing!" He tripped over himself, rushing into the room and hoping nobody saw him re-fastening his tie. Sending him another quick smile, his face clearly hadn't cooled from the past events. He nearly dropped his fiddle, but as soon as he prepared he picked up the same song that was left unfinished moments before.

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Gag Order

Thank you, @princeasimdiya12 for this request, I had such a great time writing it!

*Please read the tags!! This is very DubCon!

Pairings: Sanji x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3268

Ao3 Link

Summary: You catch your boyfriend flirting with another woman, and you can't stop your worries. Until you decide to use your talents as a hypnotist to make sure you're the only one Sanji flirts with. He told you he only wants to be with you, so what's the harm in helping him keep that promise?

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Extremely Dubious Consent, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Modern AU, Implied/Referenced Cheating, not confirmed but Sanji flirts and reader gets worried, Alcohol, Hypnotism, Manipulation, Gags, Bondage, Swearing, Smut, Hand Jobs, Established Relationship, Pet Names, Sub Sanji

A/N: The reader uses hypnosis and sex to manipulate Sanji into not flirting with other women, controlling his behavior. Please do not read this one if those themes may be triggering.

Extra A/N: I DO NOT CONDONE THE ACTIONS IN THIS FIC. This is not how hypnosis works, and I would not condone it if it did. Our subconscious minds won’t accept suggestions that go against our interests. (Cults are a different story, but hypnosis sessions could not do this.) Any who, I hope you enjoy it 😊

You remembered the way you’d blushed, shaking your head at his cheesy line. Still, something about the way he’d tilted his head, crinkling his eyes just a little, made his excessive compliments creep in like teasing fingers on your skin.

And he’d gotten you. Sanji was yours, and you were his. That’s what he promised you.

So why were you in the parking lot of your favorite coffee shop watching him tilt his head at the barista, waiting at the counter to keep talking as she prepared his drink? Why was she blushing, looking at him through her lashes?

You started the car before he grabbed his drink from her hand, chewing the inside of your mouth as you drove to a bar instead.

I knew what he was like. He’s just a flirty person. I have no reason to doubt him.

But what if I do? That’s how he got me. What if he just can’t help himself? What if it’s all a lie?

Those thoughts burned more than the scotch you sipped, failing to calm your nerves.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, opening a new email from your business account. 

It should be a run of the mill client, and you fell into the rhythm of scheduling and exchanging details. 

Hypnotizing clients to break bad habits was your bread and butter. Your lips twitched with a hint of pride in your work. 

At least I’m confident in one area of my life. 

That thought brought that sickening, writhing mass back to your gut, and you hated yourself for feeling this way. 

Bad habits…

You held your glass in the air in front of you, forgetting you were about to take a sip as your mind started racing.

No. Fuck. I couldn’t…

Leaving the scotch on the bar with a tip, you followed your worst impulses out the door for an impromptu shopping trip.

~

‘I’ve got a surprise for you. My place tonight?’

He answered that text almost immediately, and you let out a nervous giggle as you set things up. 

Part of your brain was screaming at you, logic and morals getting squashed by your determination.

His knock on the door felt like the point of no return.

“Hello, my love. I can’t wait to see what kind of surprise my darling has in store for me tonight.”

His hands and lips were already on you, just enough to send heat to your cheeks. 

He’s so good at getting me flustered. 

The image of that blushing barista cooled your blood, and you placed your hands on his face, willing yourself to keep steady.

Pressing your lips to his, you grabbed his wandering hands, pulling him to the bedroom. You turned on a dim lamp to reveal the chair you’d set up, displaying your new toys.

The sight of the ropes and gags made Sanji stumble, an audible moan making your own body tighten.

“I take it you’re interested?”

His heavy lidded eyes pulled away from the chair, meeting yours as a small shudder ran over his skin.

“What are we…”

“I thought I’d finally treat you to something you’ve been asking for.”

“Mm, and what’s that, my dear,” he asked, recovering enough to tease, running his thumb along your hip as he drew you closer.

“I’m going to hypnotize you.”

Sanji’s eyes widened, excitement evident in his features, before he tilted his head toward the chair.

“Do you normally tie up and gag your clients, angel? I didn’t know you were in this line of business.”

He breathed his words along the skin of your neck, his voice raspy with heat, and you let out a soft moan.

“No, sweetie, that’s just for you. If you’re open to it, of course.”

Sanji released a low laugh, placing the ropes and gags on the bed. He sat down, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair as he grinned at you. 

“I’m glad you’re so eager,” you teased, standing in front of him. You slipped into a colder, almost professional tone. 

“Do you consent to being bound, gagged, and hypnotized?”

Even in the low light, you could see the imprint of Sanji’s dick, hard and straining against his slacks as he shivered.

“What are you hypnotizing me to do?”

He was practically liquid on the chair, breathing heavily. You leaned in over him, letting an evil smile touch your lips. 

“To be a better boyfriend.”

The small shock, and mock outrage on his face made you grin. 

“If you consent, you can strip now.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

He narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as he removed his clothes. You enjoyed the show, especially as you watched his face. 

I didn’t lie. He said it’s okay.

Your excuses were pushed away, along with your guilt and doubt as you watched his gorgeous, naked body sit before you, his heavy cock twitching occasionally as his eyes roamed your features.

As you knelt beside him, tying him to the chair, you let your voice sink into that soothing cadence. You explained what was going to happen, the process of induction, of bringing him to the relaxed state of mind needed for hypnosis. 

Trailing your fingers along his body, you asked permission to gag him, and permission to touch him.

I’m doing all of this right. He said he wants to be with only me. He wants to be mine. I’m just helping him.

The sight of Sanji bound before you, helpless to whatever you chose to do next, sent a thrill through you.

“We’re going to begin now. Are you ready?”

“Yes, darling. I’m all yours.”

~

Sanji’s mouth was parted as he stared up at your fingers, your hand above his head so that he was looking as high as he could without tilting his neck. Your other hand lay loose at your side, ready. 

This process was so natural to you now, that it had almost become your own hypnotic state. 

“Sanji. You will be totally relaxed. You will be able to hear me, and feel me, and answer my questions, and your mind and body will stay in a deep level of relaxation.”

“I am going to count from ten down to one, and with each number, and each breath, you will become more and more deeply relaxed, moving gently down.”

As you counted down, repeating the commands for relaxation, you watched his body for signs. His eyes were already fluttering, then you allowed them to close as he continued listening.

He’s going to be so easy to hypnotize.

Smiling at the thought, you started your next test. Bringing your free hand to give a loud snap at your next command, you watched his body jolt slightly before practically melting. 

“Every time you hear the snap of my fingers you sink even deeper, going deeper, drifting deeper. As your mind and body relax completely, you are open to hypnosis, open to my suggestions. As you go deeper,” *snap* “drift deeper,” *snap* “sink deeper,” *snap* “Your body and mind are accepting and welcoming suggestions.”

Normally, you’d test a client’s level of relaxation again with an arm test, but his were tied. However, you knew you didn’t need to. Some people take to hypnosis so naturally, they are the easiest clients. 

And Sanji was so easy. 

You finally brought the long count down to one, confirming and commanding that Sanji was ready to accept suggestions, and to answer questions. 

“Alright Sanji, now that you are fully relaxed, you are going to answer questions easily and truthfully. Answer me now.” *snap* “Are you ready to answer my questions?”

“Yes.”

“Good, Sanji. As you answer each question you feel relaxation move through you. Do you want to be a better boyfriend?” *snap*

“Yes.”

“Of course you do. The feeling of wanting to be a good boyfriend grows even stronger now as you,” *snap* “go deeper, drift deeper. That feeling will continue to grow as you relax,” *snap* “deeper.”

You continued snapping and repeating throughout your commands, loving how easily, and quickly he took to them. 

“In a moment now, Sanji, you will feel my fingers on your skin. You will stay relaxed as you follow my suggestions. But first answer this question honestly and truthfully.”

“Do you flirt with other women?”

“Yes.”

“Is that something a good boyfriend would do?”

“No.”

*snap*

“Good, Sanji. You want to be a good boyfriend, and now you know what not to do. It’s just a habit, and habits can be changed.”

Sanji let out a little whimper, a common thing for clients to do when facing uncomfortable information or guilt during session. 

“You are doing so well, your mind and body are relaxed and accepting suggestions.” *snap* “Now Sanji, we are going to help you become a better boyfriend. You will feel my touch now, and every touch will only bring you deeper into relaxation.”

You picked up the ball gag and traced it along his chest and arm before touching his face. You coached and guided him to open his mouth, using your fingers to gently pry open his lips and jaw. Soft noises left his throat as you fastened it behind his head, checking that it was a good fit.

He was so helpless. You didn’t realize how much you’d enjoy the sight of him like this.

“You are doing so well, Sanji. So relaxed, breathing through your nose so well.”

Sanji gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head, and your mouth dropped open when you noticed his swollen cock, precum leaking down his shaft.

You had to pause for a couple minutes at the sight. Luckily, when clients are in such deep hypnosis, you can often take a short break without them noticing. You normally need to stretch, have water, and a cough drop halfway through a two hour session. 

Right now you needed to catch your breath, trying to focus on your goal instead of Sanji’s gorgeous cock crying out for your attention. 

Fuck.

“Sanji, as you relax, you notice how your body feels. You are relaxed as you pay attention to how your lips, your tongue, and your jaw feel. As you relax now Sanji, you will continue to answer my questions. Do you flirt with other women?”

“yhh.”

The muffled sound strained from the back of his throat. You knew his answer was the same as before. 

“Is that something a good boyfriend would do?”

“ghn.”

“Good, Sanji. Now let your body remember how this gag feels. How it presses your tongue, and stops your words. You are going to use this feeling, your body is going to carry it with you, to help you be a better boyfriend.”

He nodded, small tears forming under his closed eyes. 

“Take yourself back now, going back in time to this afternoon. Picture yourself at the coffee shop. You are there now, you can see what you saw then. The smells, and the sounds wash over you. The power of your subconscious mind is bringing you back to that moment. That woman is there, the barista, speaking to you while she makes your coffee. Are you there now?” *snap* 

“yghh” 

“Were you flirting with that woman?”

A few more tears fell down over Sanji’s stretched cheeks as he grunted his ‘yes.’

“Is that what a good boyfriend would do?”

You paused after his muffled ‘no,’ his admittance of his behavior fueling your desire to see this through. 

I’m just helping him with a bad habit. 

“As you relax deeper,” *snap* “going deeper, you will go back to that moment. You will look at that woman that is not your girlfriend. And when I snap my fingers you will flirt with her just like you did then.”

*snap* 

With his tongue fully pressed beneath the large ball gag, whatever his line was that he’d used on that woman was lost, only grunts and drool spilling from his lips now.

“Your body remembers this feeling. It will carry it through, beyond this session. You want to be a good boyfriend. So now, when you want to flirt with a woman that isn’t your girlfriend, your subconscious mind will bring back this feeling. Flirting is just a habit. Now your body is helping you change that habit. Because you want to be a good boyfriend.”

Each command was accompanied by a snap, and you relished in how deep he was in hypnosis, how pliable. 

This is going to work.

“When I snap my fingers, you will say that you want to be a good boyfriend.”

*snap*

“Mn mwnn gh ghm mm ghmm ghmmrrmn.”

“We’re going to practice this again. Your mind is taking you now to another moment when you flirted with a woman that was not your girlfriend. Your mind is traveling there now.”

Sanji waited so perfectly for you as you removed his ball gag. You grabbed a soft cloth from the bed, wiping the spit that was dripping down his chin, before stuffing the fabric into his mouth. 

“When I snap my fingers, you will flirt with her like you did then.”

This fabric wasn’t as effective as the ball gag, and you tried to makeout what his line had been. 

“Whths ah ghoohthy lch ygh ghnng ng ah ghlsh lch thss?”

Even through the gag you could feel the hint of his purr, and it spurred you on. 

“When I snap my fingers, you will say that you want to be a good boyfriend.”

*snap*

“Eh whnn gh ghh ah ghoogh ghhrrnngh.”

You commanded again that his body would remember this feeling, carry it over. Then you removed the fabric, bringing your final tool in front of his face.

“Now, Sanji, in a moment I will have you open your eyes, just enough to see what I have in my hands.”

You showed it to him, then started trailing it slowly over his thighs, chest, and arms. 

“This is your handkerchief now. It will be your anchor. Everyday, you will put it in your pocket, and it will remind you of your goal to be a better boyfriend.”

You brought it to his hand, rubbing it gently over his fingers. 

“Each day that you touch it, your subconscious mind will remember.” 

You brought it to his lips, covering his mouth and clamping your hand over it. 

Again, you led him to a memory of flirting with another woman, training him to remember how this feels. 

“Your subconscious mind is accepting these suggestions, and they will carry over. Your mind will recall exactly how you have felt tonight. The next time you feel the urge to flirt with another woman, your body will remind you of these feelings.”

You folded the handkerchief, stuffing it into his pants’ pocket, unable to stifle a small smile as your heart raced, the reality of what you’d just done hitting you. 

You knelt in front of him, amazed at how hard he still was after all of that work.

“You’ve been doing so well, Sanji. I know you want to be such a good boyfriend. And good boyfriends get good things. Would you like something good, Sanji?”

“Yes,” he stuttered, finally free from the gags.

“Soon I will count back up from ten to one, and your conscious mind will let go of all that we’ve done, but your subconscious mind will remember. Your conscious mind will only remember the relaxation, and the pleasure, but your subconscious mind, and your body will remember it all. You will carry all of these suggestions with you.”

“And as I count you back to this moment, you will feel so much pleasure. You will be completely present, and happy to be with your girlfriend. You will feel so good knowing that you are a good boyfriend. Are you ready to feel good, Sanji?”

He nodded, making sweet, needy noises for you.

You started to count him out, going slowly as you traced your fingers on his lap. Continuing your commands as you teased his tip, his body started shaking as much as the ropes would allow.

“You’re being so good for me, Sanji. So good. Three.” *snap*

Stroking his cock now, you knew it wouldn’t be long. You spaced out your count, bringing him out so slowly so you could time it right.

“I wanna be a good boyfriend…”

The words came out of him without your command, Sanji’s pathetic whine making you drip with need. 

“You are.” *snap* “You are a good boyfriend, Sanji. Now, when I snap my fingers one more time you will be awake and alert with me here and now. You will open your eyes, and you will feel so good, and your body will remember.”

The feel of his swollen skin in your hand set you on fire, and you waited until you watched him twitching, feeling him pulsing.

*snap* 

Sanji opened his eyes, mouth slack as he met your gaze. Then his eyes rolled back, his come shooting straight up over his lap, making a mess. 

He let out the most gorgeous, unrestrained moans, and you kept going until every drop spilled out of him, dripping down your fingers.

His head was still tilted back, and his breath was heavy for a few long moments.

“Are you okay,” you asked, your voice soft with worry. 

What if he remembers? What if he’s angry?

“Mm, I feel incredible, my love. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more relaxed in my life.”

You let out a tiny squeal of happiness, standing up to reach his lips for a kiss.

He’s all mine.

~

You waited in the parking lot the next day, hoping he’d stick to the same schedule. Again, shoving aside all the guilt and worry, you just focused, obsessing over if this worked.

Huddling down in your seat with a gasp, you watched your boyfriend walk in, staring at his profile as he waited in line. 

Sanji got to the front, pulling out his wallet as he pointed to the menu. It was the same woman from the day before, and you cringed at her playful smile. 

Sanji smiled back, and your heart sank. 

Until he reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out the handkerchief.

Sanji looked away from her as she took his card, and you watched in sick pleasure as he covered his whole mouth with the fabric, holding it over his lips just as you had. 

The woman tried to talk to him after she returned his card, but he could hardly look at her, still holding the handkerchief to his face as he nodded. 

He walked away, standing against the wall as he waited. 

Guilt and triumph filled you, and your hands were shaking as you grabbed your keys. 

You let out a little scream when your phone chirped, dropping your keys, then laughed at your nerves. You started the car, wanting to get out of there before he came outside, but you saw his name on your phone’s screen. 

More fear flooded you, and you saw that he was still waiting against the wall, staring at his phone. 

Holding your breath, you checked the text.

‘Can I cook dinner for my beautiful girlfriend tonight? Already missing your face, my love 💖’

You tossed your phone to the passenger seat, and drove away, body buzzing. You couldn’t believe how giddy you felt, and you kept squealing and biting your lip. 

Amidst the giddiness you still felt guilt, but you kept shaking it away, telling yourself it was for the best. 

Now he’s all mine, and I’m all his. That’s what he promised me anyway. 

Thank you for reading! 💜

a/n: Once again, hypnosis can't do that, and I wouldn't condone this either way. But I had fun with this one, and I hope you did too!

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wait okay i DID fall asleep days ago when i said i would post about this and then was too busy to Blog. but here are some points on the tori/minato au

it is time travel late game plasticity!tori. so just assume she can basically do anything she wants with fuinjutsu (with sufficient time/resources) but she's not a ninja. instead she's just in ame midway through the third shinobi war one day. which SUCKS-- ame is a fucking mess and tori is essentially homeless and no one knows her. so tori's first idea is that she'll LEAVE ame, get to the coast, and then take a boat somewhere with no war. unfortunately this is means crossing through active ninja war zones

the Mood for tori in this is: imagine her muddy and damp at all times. she is floundering around the elemental nations mainly by attaching herself to other civilian groups trying to relocate and, when necessary, scamming ninja. her ability to take down ninja is all over the place, but if she tricks you into making the wrong move, you WILL end up stuck in an unbreakable barrier or dying horribly and she will take your things.

and then the mood for minato is: he's like 19-20, so he's young and more reckless with less direction than i usually write him. he is only JUST now getting an international reputation for hiraishin related shenanigans. he feels dusty and overworked all the time, but also he currently has no strong ties to konoha as a physical place (jiraiya and his genin teammates are rarely there due to war, he and kushina are buddies but not dating, and he hasn't been assigned team 7 yet). so basically he's loyal to konoha but he's not like.... eager to get back or anything. he's fine fucking around in weird corners of the world during his down time. he is basically a Nice Guy but he has no problem with murder as the quickest and easier solution.

the meetcute:

tori is good at what she does but her scams/lies/manipulations obviously don't always work, and failing to trick a ninja can end with dire consequences. she has 'died' a couple times, been imprisoned and moved by ninja and civilian groups AWAY from her goals and had to escape, etc

she is currently having a Very Bad Time. she's been captured by ninja and they're actively harassing/humiliating her. she doesn't have an opportunity to DO anything bout this so she is quite upset

minato shows up and murders the ninja. this has nothing to do with tori's presence-- it's his mission to clear enemies in the area.

minato doesn't care THAT much about helping random civilians who aren't even fire country, but he IS very good and smiling prettily and asking people if they're okay.

he asks tori if she has a safe place to go. she lies and says yes bc she doesn't want to find out what happens if the fucking YELLOW FLASH talks to her for longer than necessary.

but also she is. she is very flustered. she's not used to being saved with no strings attached. he's handsome and being kind to her. she's SO upset

they part ways. tori stomps off into the woods and she's COLD and LOST ALL HER SUPPLIES because she ran away before she could LOOT THE CORPSES.

and! the worst part is!! she keeps having idle fantasies about if she HAD said she needed help and minato? helping her?? WHY WOULD HE HELP HER. how would he 'help' her. she bets it would feel good

she INTENTIONALLY gets herself recaptured while she knows he's in the area just to be saved again. except this time she's a small group of people and he gives the same exact speech and offers help to everyone? he does not seem to recognize her even though she keeps thinking about him? tori NOT special???

tori: okay so he's psychological torturing me tori: guess i should.... kill him....? tori: only if we ever meet again though. tori: which we probably won't

so while this interaction will haunt tori for months, minato mostly forgets about it immediately. however there ARE mounting rumors that SOMEONE has a fuinjutsu master running around. it's unclear which village is responsible for it. jiraiya's investigations indicate it's probably a wandering-nin because the things this person is doing make no SENSE from a 'village at war' perspective, because he's following around tori's wildly inconsistent path of destruction. jiraiya only even cares because a few times she's been forced to leave behind active seals, and they're? insane looking???

so the sequence of events that ends up happening is:

minato is in the same area as tori, because he's helping hunt down this mysterious fuinjutsu user. he ends up chasing a bunch of ninja out of a civilian village because it is, in fact, more convenient to him if civilians like him and let him use their resources. he gives them the same speech he always does about are they okay and everyone is safe now. one of the villagers, a young woman, approaches him and is like "hey can you help with this weird ninja technique down by the river, it's killing the fish?" and minato is like "yeah sure" and he follows her down the river and voila! one of the weird seals he's looking for!

and then? somehow?? he ends up IN the river AND the river is fucking BOILING. he gets out because he can fucking teleport, but he hasn't been spamming his hiraishin as much as he will in the future and he ends up having to teleport pretty far away. he's decently injured because BOILING so he seeks medical attention and doesn't go back for a few days. but when he DOES the girl is gone and the villagers are like "oh yeah we have no idea who that was"

tori: hi sorry, you seem to have not noticed i'm the main character. die horribly, i guess

minato: i think the renegade fuinjutsu user is..... a random civilian? jiraiya: proposterous jiraiya: that makes no sense all of konoha leadership: nope, sounds wrong

so now it's minato's personal mission to refind tori, despite konoha leadership's orders to drop it, because he's 100% sure SHE is the mysterious fuinjutsu user. i don't think it would actually take him that long because he is a highly competent ninja and tori is tricksy but she's also... a walking disaster. (basically, she's good at getting herself out of immediate problems, but she's bad at long-term problems, so she does things like "flee before hiding evidence of insane fuinjutsu" and "gives her name as Cup Noodles to more than one person")

meanwhile, tori is wandering around backwater hot water country like, "i did it. i fixed my feelings on the yellow flash. u_u" and he shows up again like "hello!!!" and she's like "NO FUCK"

the problems minato immediately runs into are:

he doesn't actually have specific orders on what to DO about tori, on account of konoha thinking she has to be some sort of bad ass ninja. the game plan for the mysterious fuinjutsu master is basically just "identify and then report back" and he already did that

he COULD just drag her in and sit her down with a yamanaka, and then probably jiraiya would be like "huh, good work, kid" and he would get another accolade for excellent service he doesn't care about. but, consider: he wants to know WTF is up with her, how her seals work, and also how is she doing them if she's not a ninja

he figures out pretty quickly that they HAVE met before, twice, and she targeted him specifically to try and boil him alive. he's had ninja fixate on him before but.... the disconnect between tori's perceived threat and how close she got to boiling him alive is absurd

he's

he's kind of into it?

so the mood then is: tori is being casually stalked by the yellow flash because he just thinks she's neat. she's wildly conflicted about this because she enjoys his attention way too much, but also, she hates how he makes her feel. she hates that her life is 90% being uncomfortable and terrified of being randomly murdered, and she HATES how minato being around makes all of that go away. she hates that she likes fucking around with fuinjutsu with him. she starts doing stuff that will self-sabotage her own quest to LEAVE THE CONTINENT just to get his attention.

the get-together:

tori gets herself into hot water that makes her go "oh, hmm, i may have fucked up for good this time"

current scenario i'm imagining (some rotating needed): iwa is ALSO onto Insane Rando Fuinjutsu User running around, and they end up grabbing tori and moving her into like. an actual field prison for ninja, in a major iwa camp in one of the smaller countries. the rumor among the other captives (mostly konoha ninja) is that they'll be moved to iwa proper eventually, and tori is.... pretty sure she's actually fucked forever if she ends up in iwa

but! she has other prisoners! who are ninja! and she's like: "look, despite knowing i can do fuinjutsu, they don't seem to have the slightest idea HOW i've been doing it, because i can still make a blood seal whenever" and she gets to be an integral part of an escape plan!

but she gets left behind/immediately recaptured because no one ACTUALLY cares about her and helping her >:(

i might change this but ONE concept i have for how this pans out is that hiruzen's non-asuma child (konohamaru's parent) is one of the captives. so it's a VERY politically important captive who isn't necessarily very badass by themselves. so the mood is like "this person needs to be rescued, but they're not like some A-tier person who can rescue themselves," which is why minato himself gets sent in

tori, while she's being smacked around by iwa leadership for being a part of the escape attempt that lost them their most valuable captive, realizes that she did actually fuck up in attempting to escape, because she HAD a shot at Konoha rescuing her if she stuck with the other captives, but now those captives are free, and no one is coming for her

MEANWHILE, minato has connected witht he escaped konoha-nin and pieced together that tori was with them but they left her behind

minato: oh minato: BRB

and i've decided in THIS au, THIS is minato's "kills 1000+ Iwa-nin in one shot" moment

so he shows up, covered in blood, kills the guy who's been torturing her, and is like "tori, are you okay?" and it's his speech he gives everyone except he's not using his pretty smile she now KNOWS is fake and he's tenderly wiping blood off her face

and tori is just. SO fucking weak to this. you became the most lethal ninja in history? for h e r?! 🥺🥺🥺

and then they make out 😌

i'm not sure how the rest of the story goes. i think minato's preferred way forward would be for tori to go into konoha's employment, but i don't think she'd like that. but also she suddenly is less interested in leaving the continent so now she maybe has to fix some things?

tori: oh you have a genin team now? um unrelated but there is a cave near kannabi bridge with an old man you must kill minato: wh minato: why do you sound like like a wizard giving me a quest minato, a month later, finding Uchiha Madara in a cave: minato: minato: TORI WHAT THE FUCK

but anyway after that when she's like "we have to find a plant guy and kill him too" then minato is 100% on board because she is. some sort of witch?

also she lets him draws a hiraishin marker on her For Safety and he's weirdly horny about it

[smallpeniscollective]

A small smutty Raphael x reader blurb bc I couldn’t get the concept out of my head of Raphael flipping his SHIT when he shows up at his house of hope and haarlep is YOU and is making raphael supes jelly bc you were a VIRGIN and haarlep got to be your first

content: pov/2nd person, afab body parts, she/her pronouns (but used they/them for Haarlep in your form), devil sex, a smidge of masterbation&voyeurism, p-in-v

(if u like this, please feel so free to make requests, i cannot get enough of this mean old man)

*~*~*

“Your little mouse was quite the experience,” your voice oozed from Haarlep’s lips a sultry tone.

Raphael was seething, teeth bared and skin burning hotter than the Nine Hells. He had been lied to, stolen from, and the worst part of this: his little mouse had betrayed him so deeply, when he had been nothing but forthright and even gentlemanly.

Before he could spit out any animosities at the demon, Haarlep—you—continued, “She had the most delectably frightened look on her face… Most would jump at the chance to engage in such primal desires with an incubus, but her hesitancy revealed something much more… delicious…”

Raphael paused. Hesitancy to have otherworldly sex with a creature whose sole purpose is to arouse and seduce? You carried yourself so confidently, so brazenly, he never considered the fact that you might be—

“Did you know your little obsession was a virgin, Raphael?”

His blood hit its boiling point. He lunged at the incubus in his bed, grabbing Haarlep by the throat tightly. “You insolent swine!”

Haarlep continued to torment Raphael through strained wheezes, “Whatever could be the matter, master? You don’t want to hear about how timidly she removed her garments? You don’t want to know about how devastatingly wet she was to sully her virtue with an incubus who looked like you? She practically called out your name, Raphael.”

He almost threw Haarlep across the room, but when your form started to turn red in the face from the squeeze on your throat, he relented, dropping Haarlep onto the bed with disregard. Calming his face and containing the rage that boiled beneath the surface, he hissed out, “I should incinerate you where you stand.”

“But you won’t, will you, master? Not when I look so deliciously sweet like this,” Haarlep mused, running delicate fingers down the side of your naked frame. “She reeked so sweetly of innocence,” they purred, reaching your hand down between your thighs. They mimicked your wide, frightened eyes and flustered cheeks, mouth agape with pleasure never before experienced.

Raphael allowed himself to watch, to feast on Harleep’s false naïveté atop his silken sheets. Haarlep slid your other hand up towards your breast, kneading gently on the soft mound before swiping a thumb over your nipple, gasping softly. When your fingers became visibly slick from sliding between your folds, Raphael quickly grew agitated and impatient.

He caught fire and suddenly morphed into his natural form, wings splayed out in a menacing display.

“Oh, she quite enjoyed your devilish form, master,” your voice teased, whimpering pathetically when they slipped two of your small fingers inside of you.

Riled up, pissed off, and undeniably aroused, Raphael snapped his clawed fingers. His clothes were gone in an instant, and his raging erection was freed from the constraints of his breeches.

Haarlep played the part of a virgin, eyeing the ridged member with falsely scared eyes, but the excited glint gave away their acting. “Gods, your cock is ginormous!” your voice squeaked, “How will you ever fit that inside of me?”

“Haarlep, your acting is subpar,” Raphael said with an annoyed tone and an arched brow, “but do keep the innocent face, I find it quite entertaining.”

He approached the bed, crawling over your smaller frame to meet your eyes. He grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. So soft and supple, so disgustingly human that it irked him knowing he couldn’t help his little obsession with you.

Haarlep opened their jaw wider to catch his thumb in their mouth, swirling around the pad of Raphael’s thumb with a deft tongue. He could just imagine that tongue swirling around his cock, not that you’d know to do that uninstructed.

The thought of teaching you how to thoroughly pleasure him in all sorts of ways sent a shiver up his spine, and a small bead of precum leaked from his tip in response.

He let go of your—Haarlep’s—face and gave the incubus a rough push on the shoulder, signaling them to lie back. Haarlep, ever so obedient to his master’s whims, laid back onto the crimson bedsheets happily, dipping their arms underneath your head to splay your hair all around your head.

He kept an arm up by your head to hold himself up, looming over you in an all encompassing way and deeply possessive way. His other hand reached for his aching cock, giving it a quick swipe along your drenched slit to gather slick before pushing in and resting his hand on your hip.

Even through Haarlep, your inexperience showed through the vice-like grip your cunt had on him, and his hold on your hip tightened, his claws digging into the plump flesh. Knowing you’d be feeling this, shortly after your only time ever experiencing any sex at all, had him wanting to absolutely ravage the incubus before him. If he couldn’t be your first, he’d make sure he was the only one your little virtuous mind could think about.

He began to pump slowly, only pushing in halfway and taking his time to make sure you could feel every ridge and bump along your inner walls. Haarlep keened at the teasing, mimicking your pained whimpers and quiet moans.

“Doesn’t she have just the tightest squeeze you’ve ever felt?” Haarlep cooed, your moans coming through his words.

Even in the throes of passion, Raphael’s obsession seeped into every corner of his mind, overtaking his pleasure with jealousy. His hand moved from your hip to your jaw, roughly encapsulating it in his clawed grip. “I don’t want to hear another word from you, Haarlep.”

He pushed in hard, burying himself to the hilt and feeling you clench down on him. He began to thrust faster, rutting himself into you harder and harder.

Haarlep’s overexaggerations of your moans had him closing his eyes, letting himself imagine his real little mouse and the probable softer moans you were muffling in the dead of night as you were surrounded by others in their tents only mere feet away. He punished your betrayal through his relentless pounding, abusing your clenching and quivering cunt with this massive intrusion.

Haarlep noticed Raphael's closed eyes, so strange considering they were usually wide open to absorb the full image of his pleasure. Haarlep couldn't help but tease, "Eyes closed, master? Don't tell me you're thinking of that little thief when you've got her body right here before you."

"Quiet," he ordered harshly through gritted teeth as he thrusted. The image of you sweating and writhing on your bedroll as you felt a phantom cock pound into you had him nearing his end. "Touch yourself," he barked, seeking the feeling of your orgasm around his cock.

Haarlep obeyed, sneaking your hand down your body to reach your most sensitive spot, rubbing your clit in generous circles. Your moans through Haarlep rang louder and higher in pitch.

Raphael groaned when he felt your inner walls react, tightening around him. He shifted his position, dipping his hands beneath your knees to lift your legs higher towards your chest, burying himself impossibly deeper in you. His thrusts became aggressive snaps against your hips, the sound of wet skin slapping skin echoed in the room along with the sounds of your crying moans and whimpers.

Haarlep's expert touch and Raphael's ravaging had caused the thread to finally snap, and your body shook as your walls squeezed his cock in a grip so tight it nearly forced his cock out. Haarlep squealed their master's name as they came, "Gods, Raphael!"

It was your voice singing his name in his ears and the image of you helplessly coming around nothing but the idea of him that pushed him over the edge. He grunted through the last of his thrusts, your grip milking the seed out of his weeping cock.

He pulled out of Haarlep, watching his seed drip out of your hole before he let your knees go. His chest heaved with the passion he just experienced. He got up from the bed, regarding Haarlep still on the bed coldly. "Do not think you have any upper hand on me because of this. You are dismissed."

Haarlep slinked off the bed, landing on the floor quietly. With a knowing smirk, they mused, “Just think of it as a gift from your favorite little virgin," before disappearing in a small spark of flames.

[ticklishbeans4]

Welp, since my friend has pulled me into it, Hazbin Hotel Tickle Headcanons! PT. 1!

This got really long so I'll make a part 2 soon lol

Charlie-

Lee-

Charlie LOVES tickles, adores them really!

It's her favorite way to bond with her friends!

Her worst spots are her belly, her hooves, her ribs, and her neck!

When she was little she got into tickle fights with her parents fairly often. She very rarely won, but she never minded.

She has a bright bubbly giggly type of laugh, sometimes snorting if she laughs hard enough.

Ler

She's a ruthless ler, shockingly enough, and super teasy.

I HC that her true demon form is like her dads, aka 6 wings, all for tickle attacks! >:3

She usually starts slow, in a not super ticklish spot, and works her way up!

Very verbally teasy, likes to sound out the word tickle if that word flusters her lee.

She'll use all tools at her disposal, but her favorite way to tickle is nibbles and raspberries.

Her most common target is Vaggi, at least until she get the other Hotel guests into her shenanigans!

Vaggi

Lee

She's not the biggest lee in the hotel, but she enjoys it from time to time

She only really lets Charlie tickle her at first, but slowly as she gets to actually like and care about the other members of the hotel, she lets them tickle her occasionally.

Her worst spots are her belly, ribs, knees, and hips.

She's got a loud laugh, and hiccups a lot when she laughs really hard.

Light tickles make her melt, especially light tickles on her neck or under her chin.

Ler

Evil. She is evil when she tickles others.

She doesn't tickle anyone but Charlie at first, but once she start tickling the others, they're done for.

She'd got nails, and she's known for scribbling them all over her victim.

She also loved giving raspberries.

Horrible tease, she's got all the classics "Coochie coochie coo!" "Tickle tickle tickle!" and so on.

Angel Dust

Lee

He doesn't really enjoy being tickled at first. He associates it with his work with Val, since I'm sure Val has made him do videos for that side of the tickle community.

But when he had to do those videos they always went to far and it would often be a very unpleasant situation for him.

Once he got more comfortable with the others he did allow them to pull him into tickle fights.

They'll go slow with him, no restraining him and keeping a close eye to see if he starts to show signs of distress.

His worst spots are under his arms (all of them), his feet, knees, and hips.

Prefers softer tickles, especially feathers.

Ler

He's much more comfortable being a ler than a lee.

He uses his extra arms to tickle his friends silly.

Definitely a big tease! He usually likes to point out how ticklish someone is, or ask questions like "Oh? Is this spot more ticklish? Or this spot? You're not being very communicative ya know!"

His favorite target is Alastor, cause he thinks the noises he makes are funny.

Charlie is his second favorite, cause she just accepts the tickles and barely even tries to fight back. Plus, he knows she enjoys it, so it's to play with her sometimes.

Alastor

Lee

Super. Crazy. Ticklish. Bean.

This poor guy was cursed to be the most ticklish guy ever.

His worst spots are under his arms, his toe beans, his belly, and his ears.

Of course he's stupid ticklish all over, but those are the worst.

He's got a bright staticy laugh, and if he laughs hard enough it'll break up into static or even pick up radio signals. Sometimes he'll even accidentally take the power out.

Teasing takes him out, poor guy can't stand the word tickle. Can't even say it.

Once the others find out, he's a goner.

Ler

He gives as good as he gets, and loves doing it.

His static will sometimes fill the room and tickle the others a bit.

He liked to treat his tickling like a show "And here we see our dear Charlie is quite sensitive on her belly! Care to make a statement about that?"

His shadow sometimes helps to tickle his victims, holding then down or attacking the spots that Alastor isn't getting.

He absolutely uses his tendrils to tickle his victims, he thinks it's hilarious to make someone scream with laughter.

Sometimes likes to tweak someone as he passes by because they needed to smile in his opinion.

[ihavemanyhusbands]

(NOT A) Crush

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (fluff)

Hotch does not know how to handle having a crush on you, but he's gotta do something about it.

Requested by my darling @davidwallacesgf <3

WC: 2.0k words

A/N: Autumn you were so right, soooo glad I started with Hotch hehe

Aaron Hotchner was not one for crushes. He had no time or energy for them, really. At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself.

Most of his team members already thought he was incapable of romance. Seldom did anyone see him without his cool mask of professional indifference. He took his job seriously, perhaps way too much, but his heart wasn’t made of stone. Not at all. 

Not that he would ever admit to it, at least not just to anyone. 

You had started working at the Bureau only a couple of months ago, spending your days crammed in that little corner office with Penelope. The two of you were a great match, hard-working but also able to keep things lighthearted. God knows García needed the help, too.

You were all charm, with a contagious laugh and a quick wit, so the team quickly took a liking to you. You were quite the looker too, with bright shining eyes and warm smiles, but that was usually unprofessional to point out. 

There was no way Hotch wouldn’t notice you. He treated you the same as the rest, sure, but he had you in his mind often. Your playful nature, your empathy, your kindness. Even on his worst days, you’d been able to get him to smile. You were a breath of fresh air, really.

He never did know what to do when you flirted with him, though. Words would escape him, and there had been times when he became a bit flustered. He hid it well, quickly but politely excusing himself. Internally, he’d smack himself for not being able to keep his cool. 

For your part, you didn’t think much of his nonchalance. It was clear he had nothing against you, but you also had not been around for too long. You figured he’d warm up at his own pace, maybe. 

You had great admiration for him, and you liked watching him interact with the others. He was a natural protector and leader; A figure of authority that was still approachable. Someone you could trust. 

And of course, you had to admit, he was incredibly handsome. You’d be a fool not to see that. He was tall and lean, but not overly muscular, with dark hair and thick eyebrows that almost always seemed to be furrowed. His dark brown eyes could bore holes into you from their intensity – not that you minded. 

Hell, you often found yourself wanting to giggle and swoon like a schoolgirl every time you saw him looking sharp in a suit.

“Whew! You could climb that man like a tree,” Penelope once joked, but the statement still held true.

In your most shameful, private moments, you envisioned what it might be like to kiss the golden column of his throat. To get lost in the smell of him and the deep timbre of his voice. It was probably not great to think of your boss that way, but you couldn’t really help it.

He and the team were often away on cases, but they’d all call often. Morgan opted to call Penelope more when in need of assistance, but Hotch seemed more inclined to call you. Of course this made you feel a little smug, but you also had to admit it made butterflies burst in your stomach whenever you saw his name on the caller ID.

“Talk to me Hot-ch stuff,” was the kind of thing you’d sometimes say in greeting. “Ha! Get it? Hot-ch stuff?”

There’d be silence for a moment on the other end, but you could hear the smile in his voice when he’d finally speak up. You’d learned from the best, after all.

“He’s a tough nut to crack, isn’t he?” You asked Penelope one night, the two of you eating chinese take out in her office.

She was the only one who knew of your little crush, but both of you were ignorant of the fact that it was reciprocated.

“Yup,” Penelope agreed, nodding. “But he’s a sweetheart, in his own way. Hasn’t had things easy.”

“Oh?” You leaned forward in curiosity.

“Well, he’s a single dad, divorced not too long ago. Kinda likes to dive into his work and keep busy.”

“Hmm,” you pondered for a moment, already aware of the latter part of this. “Well, I’m great with kids. Do you think that’ll score me some points?”

Penelope laughed, swatting your arm playfully. “It’s possible. Keep aiming high, sister.”

—————-

“Has Hotch seemed distracted to you lately?” Spencer asked Morgan, who immediately raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Distracted? Not really. It’s more like brooding, and he’s always doing that.”

They were unwinding at a small bar along with JJ, Rossi and Prentiss, trying not to think too hard about work for once. It was hard to detach themselves from a case right after they were done with it, but this last one had been a particularly heavy one. 

Spencer looked unsure, narrowing his eyes. “No, I don’t think so… it’s different, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

Morgan took a swig of his beer, shrugging. 

“Well, whatever it is that’s bothering him, he’s not gonna tell us about it. You know how he is, so don’t get too hung up on it, Reid.”

Prentiss huffed in amusement. “You think it might be a girl?”

JJ rolled her eyes as Morgan chuckled, shaking his head.

“What?” Prentiss continued, “With pretty little things like Y/N running around, you just never know…”

“Oh please,” Rossi intervened. “That man doesn’t have time to be chasing some tail around. And even if he did, that’s his business, isn’t it?”

—————-

Late nights were nothing uncommon at Quantico. You were very much used to them, and really, you kind of enjoyed them. The office was quiet and calm at night, which was a nice reprieve from the hectic day-to-day. It gave you time to gather your thoughts and get lost in a task.

You hummed to yourself as you organized some files, readying them for Monday. You’d ushered Penelope out the door hours ago, insisting that she get some rest. It’d been a long week, and she deserved it. You had all weekend to sleep, so you didn’t mind shouldering the burden this time.

“I see you’re a fellow night owl,” a deep, familiar voice behind you startled you.

You turned to see Hotch in the doorway, holding two cups of coffee. He handed one to you, looking sheepish.

“I wasn’t sure how you took it, so I just left it black,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Why, thank you Hotch,” you said, taking it from him. “Such a sweet gesture, I don’t even think I’d need sugar in this anymore.”

You winked, taking a sip, feeling it warm you up. Hotch looked away, running a hand through the lower half of his face. You swore you could see the slightest blush on his cheeks, but you couldn’t be sure.

“You, uh, almost wrapped up for the night?” He asked, changing the subject.

“Almost. I need another twenty minutes or so, but don’t worry about me, I should be fine.”

You looked back down at the files, and he took the opportunity to look you over. He had seen how selfless you were, how hard working and driven. It made him proud to have someone like you on the team.

“I don’t mind waiting,” he said, surprising you. “Thanks for staying late tonight.”

You glanced over at him, feeling both unsure and hopeful at the same time. “Oh, don’t mention it. It’s all part of the job, right?”

He chuckled a little. “Yeah, I suppose it is. But still, I want you to know I appreciate you.”

There was a certain warmth in his eyes that you hadn’t previously seen directed at you. You smiled, feeling yourself relax and momentarily shedding the teasing, flirtatious persona you always were around everyone. 

“Thank you, sir. That means a lot,” you said, voice low and demure.

He could feel his heart begin to thunder in his chest. He’d seen you smiling plenty of times, but not like this. Could it be just for him? 

He definitely liked the idea of that, more than he was willing to acknowledge.

“Are you sure you want to wait for me? You really don’t have to…” you continued, fidgeting. “You need the rest more than I do, really.”

He waved your concerns off, but was touched nonetheless. “I’ll let you finish without me distracting you. I’ll be in my office whenever you’re ready to go.”

You nodded in appreciation, feeling a burst of giddiness as he walked away. Your cheeks were ablaze as you set out to wrap everything up as quickly and effectively as you could. 

It was hard not to get distracted knowing he was just down the hall, waiting for you. Yes, you! Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined this moment coming. It still felt surreal.

Though perhaps you were reading too much into it, and this was just how he showed appreciation to everyone on the team. Maybe it was just your turn tonight. Still, you’d take what you could get.

Twenty minutes later, you knocked on the door to his office, peeking inside. His features lit up at the sight of you, but while he grinned, he still seemed exhausted. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest.

“All good to go, boss man!” You said cheerfully, reverting back to your usual self to keep things light.

He chuckled, gathering his things as you buttoned up your coat. “Guess giving you caffeine at this time was not the best idea.”

You shrugged, tucking your hair behind your ears. “It’ll fizzle out by the time I get home. I sleep like a log, honestly.”

“Lucky you,” he said, shutting off the lights in his office.

The two of you walked together to the parking lot, and he listened as you filled in the silence. He found he enjoyed listening to you talk, getting really animated when it was about something you enjoyed. He found it cute whenever your words picked up speed in excitement, almost stumbling over each other.

He just hoped you didn’t find him boring, without much to contribute. In reality, you were scared that you were annoying him, so you felt some slight relief at the sight of your car.

“Well, this is me,” You said, gesturing at it. “Again, thank you so very much for everything tonight.”

“Of course,” he nodded with a grin, unlocking his SUV but not turning towards it yet. “Any time.”

“See you on Monday. Try to stay out of trouble and get some rest, okay?” You smiled and waved a little, unlocking your car.

He made no move to leave, instead taking a fortifying breath. Screw it, it was now or never, he figured.

“Wait, Y/N,” Hotch called as you opened the door, stopping you. He stepped closer, nervously fidgeting with the keys in his hand. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“Could I… take you out for coffee sometime?” He asked tentatively. “Don’t get me wrong, the Bureau’s coffee is palatable, but I’m sure there’s better things out there.”

You blinked up at him, momentarily stunned. For the second time that night, you felt like you were in a dream.

“Oh… Oh!” Your eyes widened in realization that this was, in fact, very much real. “Coffee, oh my gosh, yes. Yes! I would love to!”

There you went blabbering on again. You wanted to slap yourself for it, burning with embarrassment. He tried to contain his smile, finding your nervousness adorable… and frankly a little perplexing. You were always so confident, so forward, that he did not expect to have this effect on you. He could definitely get used to this.

“How about Sunday?” He offered, secretly unable to wait past then.

You nodded, to his immense relief. “I look forward to it, sir.”

“Please,” he insisted. “Call me Aaron.”

[gemini-sensei]

binary boyfriends pt2👀👀

Binary Boyfriends x Innocent!Reader

● Part 1 ●

Shout out to @cades-outsider bc they motived me to finish this post 😆 hope you don't mind if I tag you <3

CW: first sexual experience, first blowjob, guiding blowjob, use of "good girl", gagging, cum eating, tit play, fingering, mlm sex. A/N: I didn't have time to edit this but I had to finish it, so have it and please enjoy.

The tour of the Valley Hawk and Demetri ended up giving Reader was a lot more fun than they first thought it would be. They've lived there their entire lives, so of course they didn't think it would be interesting, but Reader changed that really quickly. Everywhere they went, she made the most of it, even if it was as simple as showing her what grocery store to shop at because it had better prices. But they didn't just show her the practical spots, they showed her the hot spots around town.

When they sat down for lunch at Hawk's favorite pizza place, Reader rambled about how great the Valley already was. Though she complained that her apartment was lonely and her neighbors were a little rude, but she always tried to look on the bright side of things. However the thought stuck with Hawk and Demetri as she continued on about maybe getting a pet. Then Hawk, seemingly out of nowhere, invited her over for a movie at their place.

She accepted happily and the first night she came over, she brought her favorite throw blanket and snacks. They've made the place cozy for her, more pillows and blankets laid out on the couch. She sits on one of of the couch so Hawk and Demetri can cuddle up - which by the way, Demetri is the big spoon by default when cuddling on the couch; he's too lanky and awkward to be the little spoon. Nothing else happened that night other than watching a movie with new friends. However, movie nights at Hawk and Demetri's place became a normal thing.

After her coming over so often, there's one night when their friendship changes...

They picked a newer movie to watch thinking nothing of it but it turned out to be a snore-fest. It was hard to sit through and Reader found herself so bored, messing with her phone more than anything else. She didn't want to say anything because at first, it seemed like Hawk and Demetri were enjoying it. However, she didn't really see the way Demetri was rolling his eyes at what was happening on screen.

Then an out-of-nowhere sex scene came on. It wasn't bad - just extremely out of place.

Demetri got uncomfortable fast and Hawk knew it; Hawk fucking felt it and teased him quietly for the duration of the scene. Demetri had to clamp his mouth shut but had a little trouble. He would look over at Reader as she stared at the screen, a little in shock. And that was when he remembered she was so sweet and innocent and probably didn't look at anything like that. The thought made him come in his pants and Hawk had to hold back a laugh.

Demetri excused himself quickly after that, red in the face and in need of a change of clothes. And he gave Hawk a pointed look on his way out, to which Hawk gave a smirk that was not at all innocent.

Hawk turned off the movie but only after that scene had ended. "I couldn't take anymore of that."

Reader, also flustered, nodded. "Yeah, um, it was certainly something."

Hawk laughed and nodded. "Yeah, it was so bad, I wasn't expecting that to happen."

Reader nodded but didn't say anything else. Hawk took the moment to scoot over on the couch closer to her. He wanted to say something but all the things he wanted to say were caught in his throat, so he put his arm around her.

She looked at him. "What are you doing?"

While she was innocent and never had a boyfriend before, she knew the signs. And seeing them come from Hawk was a little weird - he had a boyfriend! - so she was unsure of what exactly was going on. She didn't want to think the worst, this was her friend after all, but she had to ask before something weird happened.

He smiled. "You caught me."

"Yeah, and?"

"Look, Reader, you're really cute and hot," he told her, turning his body to face her. He pulled his arm away, sensing that that wasn't the move.

She stared at him and whispered, "Hawk... you have a boyfriend."

"Who is as into as I am," he told her, flashing that confident smile.

She gasped because that just sounded crazy to her because no one had ever shown interest in her before. What was this? It made her heart hammer in her chest and she didn't know if she liked that or not. In all honesty, it was a little overwhelming.

"Really?"

"Really," a voice said from the hall.

She turned to look, finding Demetri in a new pair of pajama pants, but they did little to hide his still-hard cock. It created a rather big tent in the front of his pants and Reader found herself staring at him, mouth agape.

"Jesus Christ," Hawk laughed, unable to keep his mouth shut. He looked away from his boyfriend and to Reader. "Sorry about him, he's a mess."

"Hey, don't act like you didn't do this," Demetri said accusingly. "You sat here and got me off during that lewd fuck fest that should not have been in that movie! So I don't want to hear your greater than thou crap right now!"

Reader's jaw managed to drop lower as she heard this. "You guys... did stuff with me here?"

They looked at her, both a little embarrassed now that she had put it like that. "Kind of?"

Hawk swallowed hard. "Yes, but this was only the first time something like this has happened with you here."

"Something like that with me here?" she asked, looking between them. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Demetri began stammering. "Well, um, you see... sometimes, uh," then it call came out at once. "Wehavesexandthinkaboutyouwhilewedoit."

"Excuse me?"

Hawk jumped in. "It's not what it sounds like. Really. I mean, we just think you're so great and gorgeous and super fucking hot."

She stared at them for a long while, curled up under her blanket. What they don't know is that they've totally flattered her. No one has ever thought about her like this, at least not that they've ever admitted. And she was a little turned on by this strange form of flattery.

What she said next left them speechless and eager:

"Would you show me?"

That's how they ended up with Reader perched on the edge of the couch getting lessons in how to give a blowjob. Hawk held her hand around the base of Demetri's huge cock as she sucked on the tip. His eyes were closed as he stood before them, her inexperienced mouth on him hot and wet and so eager to learn. He had to remind himself he wanted to see this and unscrew his eyes to watch.

"Now, let your jaw relax and take more of him in your mouth," Hawk instructed.

Reader did as told, but gagged when his tip hit the back of her throat. She pulled back and coughed and Hawk rubbed her back, telling her it was okay, that happens sometimes. She took a few deep breaths before taking Demetri in her mouth again and Hawk, turned on from watching, let out a low "Good girl. Don't give up."

She bobbed her head over what she could take of Demetri's length, her hands around the base of his cock. Hawk helped her squeeze and pump his dick, but didn't have her do too much while she was still learning. Demetri was moaning and groaning, muttering to himself as he watched.

"Reader," he groaned and she looked up at him with her pretty, innocent eyes. "Oh shit."

"That means he's close," Hawk rasped in her ear, smirking. "Let's help him finish."

He put a hand on the back of Reader's head and slowly pushed her onto him. As Demetri's dick was fed into her mouth, he told her to tap out if she needed to and she moaned in response, sending vibrations over Demetri that made his eyes roll. When his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged but sat through it, soon letting her jaw and muscles relax enough that he pushed into her throat.

As soon as her tight throat was wrapped around just the tip, Demetri was coming. His cock throbbed and shot hot ropes of cum down her throat. It was a strange feelings but Reader loved it, moaning as he practically force-fed her his cum. He began to pull out after a few shots because he didn't want to overwhelm her, coming on her tongue without really meaning to and letting her taste him, which she moaned as soon as she got a taste of him. She held his cock on her tongue until he finished and Hawk helped her, tapping his boyfriend's dick on her tongue as the last few weak shots came out.

After a moment, Hawk looked at Reader, drool running down her chin. "How was that?"

"Really fun," she giggled.

"Wanna have more fun?"

She nodded and he used the hand on the back of her head to pull her into a heady kiss. He forewent little kisses and went straight into making out with her, and groaned as he tasted Demetri on her tongue. She leaned into him and he pulled her onto his lap so she felt how hard his dick was in his sweats, making her almost pull out of the kiss to gasp. She got a half of a gasp in before he groaned and pulled her back into him, smashing their lips together.

Demetri dropped onto the couch, watching them. His half-soft cock was wet with spit and glistening. He took his cock in his hand and slowly pumped his sensitive cock, this was his second orgasm of the night after all and he needed to pace himself.

When Hawk pushed his hands up Reader's shirt, squeezing and pinching her pudge sides, she pulled away and squealed with a smile. She felt hot all over and his little squeeze game was not helping with that. She smiled at him, giggling, then licked her lips and bit her lip.

He could tell something was on her mind. "What is it?"

"Can we go somewhere else?" she asked, a little shy.

He looked at Demetri, who nodded, and Hawk nodded to her. "Hell yeah."

They took her to their bedroom and threw the comforter off. Hawk laid her down and kissed her again, pulling moans out of her as his hands wandered her sides again. He loved feeling her soft fat spill between his fingers and he found the best place for that to happen be her stomach and waist, both being so soft and squeezable. Demetri teased him for it lightly as he crawled onto the bed beside him, which earned him a middle finger as Hawk didn't dare pull out of the hot make-out session to tell him off.

Demetri was impatient and wanted to see them naked, so he started pulling at Hawk's shirt. It got a little annoying and Hawk pulled away, grunting as he was forced to part from Reader's hot, swollen lips. Demetri was satisfied to get his shirt off, pulling it over Hawk's head and tossing it aside. Once it was off, his lips descended upon Hawk's lean body and kissed along the scaling skin, along his back, and his huge tattoo that Demetri swore up and down he didn't care that much for (but that was a lie because he found it to be so hot on his skin). Hawk did something similar, kissing Reader's jaw and down to her neck. Her shirt came off next when he wanted to kiss further down her body.

He licked his lips as he got a look at her fat tits in her cute bra. He had that undone soon enough and tossed it aside, staring at her tit. "Dem, look at how pretty she is."

Demetri pulled away and looked over Hawk's shoulder at her, eyes unable to stay in one place as he took in the sight of her. "Wow."

From where she lay, Reader was breathless, but it wasn't just because of the heavy making out she'd just been doing. It was the eyes on her, soaking up her upper body in a way she didn't know could make her feel all hot and bothered. She squirmed under their gaze, smiling at their flattering words. She looked away from them though, unsure of what to do or say. It made what happened next a bit of a shock.

A hot mouth came down on her nipple, sucking on it lightly, quickly followed by a second mouth that lapped at her other pert nipple. She gasped and moaned, eyes fluttering closed as she felt ecstasy course through her like hot lava. It all sent sensations to her core, which was throbbing behind her wet panties. She whined at the need to be touched there, there and everywhere else. She found herself wanting to be touched by Hawk and Demetri's big hands all over her body and she needed them so desperately, but she didn't know how to tell them that. The words were lost on her as their mouths played with her tits, sucking and teasing them mercilessly.

When Hawk had enough of sucking hickeys onto her skin, he moved further down her body while one of Demetri's hand took hold of her abandoned tit. Hawk's lips kissed a trail down her tummy, occasionally biting the soft fat as to tease her and hear her yelp. It was so hot, but not as hot as what waited for him between her legs.

He sat up some to pull her comfy pants off along with her panties, finding her soaking wet pussy. She was untouched, so he knew she was tight and that he was going to have to prep her if they were going to do anything other than oral and hand stuff. So he touched her gently and listened for her reaction, unable to see her face very well thanks to Demetri.

She gasped as he slid his thumb over her slit, spreading her wetness. He asked, "How's that?"

"Nice," she breathed out.

He hummed and nodded, watching her hole. "Tell me if you get uncomfortable or if it hurts and I'll stop. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."

"Okay," she said, moaning softly because Demetri was seemingly insatiable when it came to her fat, pretty tits. He was doing wonders on her and it was sending jolts of pleasure down to her cunt, making her wetter than she even knew. "What are you going to do, Hawk?"

"I'm gonna finger you," he told her. He knew it might tire her out and that would be as far as they got, but if that were going to be the case, then he was going to do one Hell of a job at it. Only time would tell.

She whined softly and her hips thrust up as he lightly touched her clit, making Hawk realize she wasn't just untouched but touch-starved. It made him want to give her everything, but he had to pace it out. He knew he couldn't overwhelm her. He shushed her as she whimpered. "It's okay, I'm gonna make you feel so good."

At that promise, he slid one long finger into her cunt. He was right, she was tight, but her abundance of wetness made it easy to slid in knuckle-deep and he bit his lip as he watched her hungry little cunt take his digit. It was so hot. Not to mention she moaned so pretty when he did it. He slowly pulled his finger out and pushed it back in, getting her used to the feeling.

"Oh my god," she moaned softly, the feeling of his single finger accompanied by Demetri's ravishing of her tits had her head a little foggy. She couldn't help the way her hips tried to wiggle and move with Hawk's movements, making him use his free hand to hold her still, which somehow made it better. "Feels nice."

"Yeah?" he asked, smirking to himself. He was proud to hear that he could pleasure her like this. Especially since it was her first time doing anything like this. So he added a second finger and it felt nice, his fingers wrapped up in her pussy. "Shit, you're so fucking tight, baby. Wanna stretch you out."

She whined as he pushed a third finger into her, the stretch a little strange. It wasn't exactly discomfort but it was a new feeling. Her cunt clenched around his fingers and she gushed with fluid, making Hawk grin wide. He leaned down and lapped up her juices, moaning at her almost sweet taste. "Fuck, you taste divine."

When he added his tongue to the mix, Reader felt lost in the pleasure. It was the most stimulation she'd ever had at one time and as his fingers thrust in and out of her tight cunt, which was being stretched out for the first time, his tongue was lapping at her pussy lips, and Demetri was squeezing and sucking on her tits, it was over for her. She came in seconds, throwing her head back as she cried out for them so pretty. Her hands twisted up the sheets and pulled on them, almost taking them off the mattress. It was such a pretty sight, Demetri and Hawk pulled away from her to watch, except Hawk finger fucked her through it, watching her squirt all over her hand and wrist and the bedsheets.

Demetri squirmed as he watched her, cock throbbing between his legs. His lips were swollen and wet from playing with her tits so much, having left them drool-covered and perky. Pre cum dripped from the tip of his cock as he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was due for another orgasm without a doubt, but edged himself by squeezing the base of his cock.

Hawk pulled his fingers out of Reader's twitching cunt when she finished, her body tired and shaking under their gazes. She lay there for a moment, out of breath and reeling from her first orgasm ever. Her thighs were shaking the most, trembling and jiggling with the post-orgasm bliss. She smiled, eyes still closed, as she collected herself.

"I think she's done for tonight," Demetri muttered, almost sad to say it. However, neither of them were going to push her limits, and she was clearly at her end.

Hawk smirked, obviously proud of himself. "Yeah, well, I haven't gotten my dick wet yet, so come here, babe."

Demetri followed the order happily, letting Hawk take hold of him and manhandle him to hover over Reader's exhausted body. His long, hard cock slapped against her stomach, making her open her eyes and see what they were doing, further flustered to find the two preparing to fuck over her. It made her sensitive cunt clench around nothing and she whined, biting her lip.

Hawk shoved his pants down to his knees and used Reader's hot juices to prep his cock and Demetri's hole, who was moaning so pretty for him. He didn't need a lot of prep, his hole was almost always ready to take Hawk, so he closed his eyes as Hawk pushed in and didn't waste time letting him get used to the feeling of being full.

The pace was radically different than what Reader had experienced a moment ago. From under them, she watched Demetri's face as he moaned and called out Hawk's real name - Eli - while his cock rubbed against her belly. She could only stare for a moment as they grunted and groaned over her, and when she looked over Demetri's shoulder, Hawk was staring right at her. He smirked.

"This is his dirty little fantasy," he told her of Demetri. "It's all he's dreamed of since we met you, to get fucked up the ass while you watch. And get fucked while you help him get off. And so much more. Fuck, the things he wants us to do to him, and what he wants to do to you."

At hearing all of this, Reader gaped. She couldn't believe it, but after everything they just did, she had to. So, she brought her hands up to her belly and clasped them gently around Demetri's hard cock. He whined at the feeling, dropping his head to look at it. She didn't apply a lot of pressure, letting him fuck her hands, and he was mesmerized by it. It also helped him come a lot faster, not that his previous two orgasms hadn't helped in that either.

He came in large spurts, his still-heavy balls holding too much for his own good. He came all over Reader, shots of cum reaching her tits as she lay under him and his trembling body. And even though he' was coming, Hawk was still fucking him hard. Hawk pulled his hips back into his thrusts fast and hard until he, too, came a buckets worth in his boyfriend. He grunted as he finished just as Demetri was tapering off.

Hawk pulled out of Demetri and helped him lay beside Reader, thoroughly exhausted. He could barely hold his eyes open as his cock finally got a break, making Hawk laugh as he made a trip to their master bathroom to grab a few warm rags. When he returned, Demetri was mumbling about how that was some of the best sex he'd ever had, missing how Reader was dipping her finger in the cum that was pooled between her tits and eating it. She moaned and Demetri took it as a hum of agreement, mind gone after his third and final orgasm of the night, which was a lot for him.

Hawk cleaned himself up before wiping Demetri down, leaving Reader for last as she seemed to enjoy Demetri's cum as a post-sex treat. Demetri whined as his soft cock was gently wiped down and the rag was tossed aside.

"You overdid it," Hawk laughed in his ear softly and Demetri swatted him away, face scrunching up in slight annoyance. "It's true."

Once they were cleaned up enough, Hawk got a fresh rag and wiped Reader's wet thighs and sensitive pussy. She gasped and watched him. He used his tongue to lap up some of Demetri's cum off her body, making eye contact with her as he did it. Her heart beat in her chest fast and hard, but she was too tired to do anything about it.

He followed his tongue with the rag and then grabbed the comforter off the floor, throwing it over her and Demetri before crawling under it on her other side. He threw an arm over her and cuddled up to her, then grabbed Demetri and pulled him in.

Before he could doze off, Reader's sweet voice break through the haze,

"Um... does this mean I'm, like, your girlfriend?" she asked, then quickly added, "Both of your girlfriend?"

"Only if you wanna be ours," he told her, then peppered kisses on her neck. "We'd be more than happy if you were apart of our relationship."

"Mmhmm," Demetri hummed, too tired to form words. Hawk was almost scared he'd fucked him dumb.

"Oh, okay," Reader said, smiling tiredly.

As she cuddled up to each of them, Hawk was assured that she was theirs. The details could be worked out in the morning.

[alienguts]

Picking Up the Pieces (Bruce Wayne x f!Reader)

Summary: Bruce and Selina have broken up again, leaving Y/N to comfort him.

Warnings: angst, breakups, unrequited feelings

Request?: No

A/N: technically, this is a comics!Bruce fic, but I used a Batfleck gif simply because he's pretty.

1 - Picking Up the Pieces | 2 - Kintsugi | 3 - Stay with Me

Are you home? I could use someone to talk to.

As soon as Y/N read the text from Bruce, her heart sank. She’d already received messages from Alfred and the boys about what had happened, but once the message from Bruce came through, her gut feeling was confirmed.

Bruce and Selina had broken up. Again.

Every break up was exactly the same. Y/N would sit and watch Bruce be happy with Selina and then their dual lives would ruin everything and he would end up moping on Y/N’s couch for two hours until he got over her for a year and then they would be together again like clockwork.

Y/N sighed deeply and tapped out her response.

Yeah I’m home, come over when you’re ready.

“I just don’t know what happened this time, Y/N,” Bruce sighed as he ran his hands over his head, his gelled hair sticking up from being ruffled so much.

“I don’t think I’ve got an answer for you this time,” Y/N said. She sat next to him on her tiny sofa, their knees almost touching. “That Selina’s a tough one to figure out sometimes.”

“Everything was going so well; she said she would marry me, moved in, the wedding was planned and people were invited and then…” He trailed off before taking a sip of the water Y/N had given him.

“Listen, none of this is your fault, Bruce,” Y/N said and rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She wanted him to know that she cared, but didn’t want to give him the wrong message. The guy had just gotten left at the altar, he didn’t need another woman feeling him up so soon.

“I know, but I can’t help but feel like it is,” he said.

Y/N’s heart twisted in her chest. She could hear how watery his voice was, just how emotionally run down he was, as if he was just seconds away from breaking into tears. And the worst part was that no matter how many times they landed in this exact same situation, it never got any easier.

She wanted Bruce to know that she had feelings for him, but it always seemed like someone else was getting his heart instead of her. She’d been there for all of them: Julie, Silver, Talia, Vicki, and of course, Selina. So many girlfriends, so many broken hearts. So many times she’d comforted Bruce on her couch. So many times he’d called her a ‘good friend’.

But she didn’t want to be a ‘good friend’, she wanted there to be more between them. She knew he could feel that spark between them, even if it was just a tiny jolt of static. They’d shared so many lingering glances, let their fingers touch for just a beat too long, had almost kissed at one point, but there was always someone else on Bruce’s mind.

Just once, she thought. Just once I wish it was my turn.

If thoughts of being held by Bruce didn’t keep her up at night, they would be the only thing she would dream about. His arms around her, his mouth on hers, telling her such nice things, but they were just dreams. Every time she would wake up and swear that she could still feel him, only to find that she was still alone.

“I should go,” Bruce said after a while, snapping Y/N out of her thoughts. “I’ve bothered you enough with this.”

“You haven’t bothered me, Bruce,” Y/N said, flustered. “I’m here for you to vent about your problems.”

Vent about your problems? Bad choice of words, Y/N she told herself.

“No, wait, I mean-” she stuttered, trying to force better words out of her mouth.

“It’s okay,” Bruce said and shot her a warm smile. Her stomach flipped when he looked at her, her heart fluttering as she lost her train of thought. “I know what you mean.”

“Oh, right.” She shuffled awkwardly in her seat as Bruce stood up to grab his jacket from the back of the sofa. “Could I give you a hug before you go?”

Bruce stopped, as if he was surprised by her question.

Why would his best friend ask for permission to hug him?

He turned to face her and smiled again before holding his arms out to her. 

“Of course, you don’t need to ask.”

Y/N gingerly hopped off the couch and made her way to Bruce, circling his waist with her arms and hovering her face just over his heart. She hoped he didn’t notice how her breath hitched when he pulled her closer into his chest and held her tightly, his cheek resting on the top of her head. She let her head fall onto him and listened to his steady heartbeat as her senses were completely taken over by him. 

Y/N had known Bruce to always be clean and well kept, but in that moment it was as if he’d arrived sparkling new. She breathed the scent of his cologne in deeply and savoured it, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in him. It was just a hug between friends but to her, it was something she’d been waiting for for a long time.

When he pulled away, it felt like it was over too soon. She felt cold without him, even though his hands were still on her shoulders. Y/N watched his face as his eyes turned hazy and drifted down to her lips and his tongue briefly darted out to wet his own. Her heart jumped into her throat as they both looked at each other, daring themselves to look away.

“I’ve got to go,” Bruce said finally as his hands slowly dropped from Y/N’s shoulders. “Thanks for this.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Y/N said and led him to the front door of her apartment. “You know I’m here for you any time.”

“Yeah, you’re a good friend, Y/N,” he said and pulled his jacket on as he lingered in the doorway. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon,” Y/N echoed as she watched him go down the hall and out of sight.

When she reentered the apartment, she closed and locked the door before resting her back against it and letting out a deep watery sigh. A single tear finally rolled down her face as his words echoed in her mind.

You’re a good friend.

She kept telling herself that it was the wrong time to be crying over being called that, but it was all she could do. All she wanted was to tell him that she loved him and to hear him say he loved her too. But he was grieving a relationship that was doomed from the beginning.

What would make her any different?

She wasn’t Selina, or Talia, or Vicki, or Silver, or Julie. She was just Y/N, his childhood friend who was always going to be there for him whenever he either broke off another relationship or got dumped. And it never got easier. Trying to tell him how she felt never stopped feeling like an impossible mountain to climb.

Once she had run out of tears, Y/N picked herself up from the doorway and was about to go into the bedroom when she heard her phone chime. She’d considered ignoring it when she heard it again. Assuming it was important, she picked it up from the coffee table in the living room and was surprised to find two messages from Bruce.

Want to go for coffee tomorrow?

To make up for me moping around tonight

[sunkissed-zegras]

🍁with mark estapa?

congrats on 100!!🎉

MARKERRRR AHHH I LOVE HIM

this was also a very hard decision because he's just taylor swift coded tbh (i say that ab every man i find hot) but i decided on mine because LIKE ??????? HE'S SO SPEAK NOW.

HE IS THE BEST THING THAT'S EVER BEEN OURS.

you felt sick to your stomach, anxiety running through your veins as tears brimmed your eyes.

in the dimly lit living room, tension hung in the air like a heavy cloud. you sat on one end of the couch, while mark occupied the other. mark sat across from you, his face in his hands as he sighed loudly. this was the worst fight in your relationship this far.

you both had been arguing back and forth for the entirety of the day. the fight was about one of mark's close girl friends, who he had been close to since the 7th grade. ever since you guys had started dating, she had been a constant strain in your relationship but this time, she had crossed one too many boundaries.

she been constantly texting and calling mark, even late into the night, about her relationship with one his other friends. it felt like she was purposely trying to get closer to mark and cause a strain upon your relationship.

the final straw was when she confided in mark about a major issue in her own relationship that you considered highly personal. you had tried to bring up her weird behavior, but mark had always brushed it off, saying she was just going through a tough time and needed someone to talk to.

this behavior had been a source of ongoing tension, but today's argument had escalated to the point where you were questioning mark's loyalty and commitment, which you never had before.

mark sighed frustratedly loudly after the long silence. "you just don't get it, do you?"

"no, i get it mark! you're the one who doesn't get it-"

mark got his head out of his hands to face you. "she's just a friend, you're the one who doesn't seem to get that!" he raised his voice slightly which made your furrow your eyebrows.

"i know that, mark!" you yelled, matching his anger as you finally sat up from the couch. "i'm not saying you can't be friends with her, she just is getting way too personal and not to mention, touchy-"

"touchy? y/n, she's like a sister to me!"

"god, i'm so tired of you saying that!" you yelled, your face getting flustered out of anger. he rolled his eyes out of annoyance. "i get it, she's like a sister but i'm your girlfriend, and if you can't understand that then, i guess we are done."

you felt the tears slowly start to fall as you grab your bag from the couch. you started walking out of the living room, ignoring mark's calling of your name.

before you could walk out onto the driveway, you felt mark grab your arm and pull you back. "let go of me, go choose her, i'm done being the second choice!" you cried out.

you felt pathetic for crying even though you knew you were in the right. you also felt pathetic for wasting all those months with someone who seemingly didn't care enough to simply maintain some boundaries.

"no, y/n! look, i'm sorry! okay, i'm sorry." mark had finally broken the laid back facade he had been doing. you sniffled as you looked back at the brunette teary-eyed.

"you're sorry? that's it? that's all you're gonna say, mark?" you shouted in frustration, pulling your arm out his grasp. "you're like every other guy i've ever been with-"

"don't say that, please, y/n." mark sighed. he was distressed, he wanted to pick you, he really did. "if i talk to her, it would cause so many more problems with our families back home. she'd cause a big old scene, you know that."

"do i know that, mark? god, i am really that much of an inconvenience?" your tears had began again and this time, you swore you wouldn't be able to stop them. "i'm done."

before you could walk back to your car, he continued. "no, i will. i will for you, i've been wanting to do something for a while but now i.. i need to. i can't lose you, y/n." his voice slightly broke at the last part.

that made you stop in your tracks, "i don't want you to just do it for me."

"i'm not! i just, i can't lose you, if that means causing a whole thing back home, then so be it."

that was all you really needed to hear. you turned around slowly, tears still falling as he reached for your hand. you gladly took his and sighed as he pulled you into a hug.

"i'm sorry, i really am." he sighed as he pulled you closer into his arms, kissing the top of your head. "i won't ever leave you alone."

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

[waklman]

TEAM TRIPS WAHHHH those late night bus rides where everyone is quietly content for the day, saving a spot for you to sit next to him, sharing earbuds and falling asleep on his shoulder as the bus lights dim..... this is so not specifically personal to me or anything........... i think this series might kill me

ok i just needed to write a drabble for this bc this is so cute. i accidentally left out the headphone sharing part but..

“What the hell are you doing?” From the corner of his eye, Jake catches your twitching hand making its way onto his thigh. 

The dimmer it got outside, the closer you’ve been scooting over the line separating your seats—and the closer your hand has been inching towards his own. If it was Bradley doing this, Jake would tell him to shove off and go sit with the coach’s daughter. But three hours into the drive to the hotel, he’d already done that. 

And if he were to push you away, that would only add on to his teammates’ ongoing joke that he only makes you unhappy when he’s near you. 

She looks like she’s about to shit herself when she sees you. Notice how she stops smiling when she sees your ugly frown. Seresin the smile stealer. 

Finally, the shock registers in your brain that your pinky is on his leg. On the leg of the guy you had a pathetic crush on, to the point that you’d been trying to simmer your laughter around him, because you overheard him complain that Bradshaw’s laughter was the worst thing he’s ever heard.

Mortified, you jolt a safe three inches away from him, maintaining the original gap left between you two. “‘M sorry. I just—I’m scared of the dark. And the bus driver…shut off the aisle lights,” you meekly explain, embarrassment pumping your unsteady heartbeat. 

Then it’s quiet again as you drill your eyes into the headrest of the seat in front of you. The only sound that catches your ear is a calm blend of everyone’s soft snoring around you and a faint rustling from your new seat partner.

Suddenly, the side of Jake’s thigh is pressed against yours again, blanketing the left side of your body in a strangely comforting warmth that diffuses through you. Because he—because Jake Seresin moved closer to you.

Jake Seresin. Closer. To. You.

Eyes stretched like saucers, you snap your head in his direction but he’s already steered his attention to look out the window.

“I just asked what you were doing. I didn’t tell you to move,” he says plainly, extending his arm to grab your hand.

“If you were scared, you coulda’ just said so,” he whispers through pursed lips, moving your entwined hands into his lap. 

All you can do is stare at him in awe, appreciation knocking over the back of your head like a wave. This was the same Jake Seresin that hated the way other people’s skin felt on his. This was the same Jake Seresin that you fought the urge to smile around because you liked him so much.

At that, you’re driven to snuggle into his side—and oddly enough, he lets you.

And maybe it’s just your blissful imagination, but you feel him stroke your knuckles with his large thumb when you press a cheek to his chest.

“I knew you were nice,” you finally giggle, forgetting your self-reminders to not do that.

Lifting your head against his team hoodie, your eyes glitter when you catch the corner of his lips twitch into a smile.

“Took you that long to figure it out, Giggles? Maybe if you weren’t frowning so much I’d get a chance to ask you out.”

Jake tilts his head to look at the fluster on your face, biting his lip to stifle his amusement. 

“Yes—I yes. If you’re asking me out, yes,” you blurt, a little too loudly. 

Jake nods at you in confirmation, letting himself finally smile at you. 

Embarrassed, you clear your throat, face hot at the sudden realization that you didn’t have to try so hard to make him like you this whole time.

“Can I….hang out with you tonight? When we get to the hotel? Bradley keeps comin’ into the girl’s room because—” You cut yourself off with a yawn, stirred by a sudden spell of sleepiness from how warm Jake is.

“Mm, I dunno,” he pretends to mull over the idea, not caring enough to lower his voice for the sake of his snoring team. 

“If you wanna hang with me all night, you gotta sleep baby,” he offers, grinning when he feels you squeeze his hand at the pet name.

“I–I can sleep. I’ll sleep right now,” you quickly answer, scrambling in your seat to pull closer to him.

At this point, the interior of the bus is coated in noticeable darkness because the sun had just set. Though, you barely notice it—as your fear of the dark recedes to the back of your mind.

You're fully focused on the fact that Jake lets you cuddle him for the rest of the ride.

[legacygirlingreen]

June 1897 // Farmer Sebastian Sallow x Reader (part 14 ft NSFW)

Last part, master list found here

Warnings: SMUT, 7k plus words of smut, proceed with caution. Praise kink, size kink, slight restraint, mild degradation, hint of breeding - basically its RAUNCHY folks

word count: 10,500

I've never seen someone lit from within 

The end of her education had finally concluded. Sebastian had left his sister in the care of Ominis for a few days and accompanied her mother and siblings on the trip to France under the guise of helping her mother wrangle several small children, but truly he intended to see her commencement ceremony. He had cheered the loudest when she had received top marks for her year, finishing strong, before stepping back to allow her the proper diligence of saying goodbyes to her classmates of 7 years.

After the ceremony, they all had journeyed to her home magical hamlet in France, staying with old friends and showing Sebastian their old home. He in turn, brought her siblings and mother to the clearing he’d shown her months back, sharing the magical discovery with the family as her mother wept and thanked him once more. 

On the journey home they had continued to steal glances and share knowing smiles with one another amidst the crowded carriage ride over the English Channel. Her siblings had continued to pour over her, excited to see her back home, as the family had remained close over the years following her father’s passing. So as she held Lacey in her lap, the girl kept leaning over to help her tease Sebastian about the length of his hair, as he allowed both the young woman and her sister to muse his overgrown dark locks. 

“You lovely ladies have made your point on the unacceptable length of my hair” he said through a chuckle as Lacey triumphantly let out an exclamation with her older sister. Upon the completion of her teasing, she grew bored, leaving the young woman’s lap to go bother their mum instead, allowing for Sebastian to pull her into his side as his arm drifted over the back of the seat. 

“Between the two of us… how much of that was Lacey’s opinion and how much was that your gentle request I cut my hair?” Sebastian teased as he whispered into her ear, at a volume only loud enough for her to hear. 

Blushing brightly she smiled as she looked back at him, noticing her mum was distracted with Lacey and the boys. “I have no bearing on what opinions Lacey may hold…” she teased as he skeptically raised an eyebrow and she continued by saying “... however I don’t think getting a haircut is the worst idea I’ve heard.” As she said so, she couldn’t help but examine the way his dark hair had started to fall in waves, curling around his collar as it had been neglected since he’d come back to Feldcroft. While his hair still looked good, it was currently much longer than normal, and she preferred it shorter and neater around the collar. She had also noticed he’d started to leave his beard a bit more than previously. Keeping it at a nearly permanent stubble, she’d grown to like the way it looked on him, as she smiled remembering her request on her birthday months ago that he grow the beard when he decided to get rid of the mustache. 

“You look a tad flustered, care to share what's on your mind?” he once again teased and she violently shook her head, not wanting to further inflate the man’s overgrown ego. 

“Oh come now darling, humor me” he nearly begged and she rolled her eyes at him, looking back out the window as he chuckled. Leaning back he decided to table the discussion until they made it back home… 

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After arriving back in the hamlet, Sebastian allowed her to get settled in and reacclimated to Scotland as he continued to work and take care of Anne. The only difference to his routine being evening meals with her and Anne in the Sallow home, along with long unchaperoned walks - and stolen kisses - after dark. Never more than some passionate kissing or petting, he remained as much a gentleman as the woman would allow. However, he learned early on that she was quite frisky… and as time went on his patience wore thin. 

He did take Lacey and her battering to cut his hair, getting help from one of the older women in Feldcroft in order to avoid looking ridiculous. Still leaving it tousled on top, he was happy to find the back and sides once again much more suitable to fieldwork. Even he could admit it was getting unmanageable and he intended to surprise her with the change that evening, since upon their arrival he had driven the admission out of her, discovering she preferred him with shorter hair. 

She had gone to Hogsmeade with her mother, at his request, leaving him ample time to set up all the surprises he intended. Her mother had told her it was with the intention of gathering supplies for her now official job at Hogwarts set to start in a few months, by finding new clothes and parchments.  Upon her return, which he confirmed by looking out the window and seeing her walking back home with her mother, he carefully adjusted the lapel of his coat as Anne smiled at him from her bed. 

“You worry too much,” she told him with a reassuring yet tired smile. Looking over to his very worn twin he took a seat next to her as she lifted a shaky hand to help him settle his stray forelock looking at him with the same brown eyes he’d always known. The same ones he often saw in the mirror. 

“How could I not?” he asked her, and for once he was void of all confidence. She simply shook her head, leaning back in the bed as he carefully kissed her forehead, stepping out into the brisk summer air coming off the ocean down the hill.  Walking across the same path he’d traveled so many times as a child took much less time than he remembered, as he very quickly found himself in front of her door. He could hear her and her mother inside bustling around speaking in cheerful voices. Raising a sweat soaked palm up, he made a small fist, barely finding the strength to knock on the worn wooden door. 

It wasn’t long before the door swung open, revealing her surprised face on the other side. 

“Sebastian, your hair is shorter,” she said with a smile as she took in the now slightly shorter waves, as compared to the more overgrown and choppy layers he’d been sporting that morning. Lifting a hand, he stroked the nape of his neck, now exposed by the haircut he’d gotten. 

“Surprisingly enough, that is what happens when you cut it, especially at the recommendation of a beautiful woman” he countered attempting to use humor to alleviate the graphorn in his stomach. 

“What are you doing here? I was going to head over soon enough to make dinner-” she started as he gently lifted his arm for her to take. 

“Change of plan… it’s just the two of us tonight” he said with a nervous smile.

“But what about Anne?” she asked and it warmed his heart knowing he cared about his ill twin. 

“I can watch Anne, you two don’t need to worry” her mum called out from the living room, giving him a knowing look. 

“Shall we?” he asked and she smiled, excited to see what he had in store for her. Her heart fluttered at the thought of having a few stolen kisses with him in private, and it wasn’t long after they made it down the hill before she pounced on him. Tossing her arms over his shoulder, she flung her body against his, connecting their lips with a ferocity he hadn’t expected. 

Sebastian struggled to keep them upright as he caught her, but quickly recovered, holding her waist as she kissed him. Breaking apart after a few moments he smiled sweetly at her. “Couldn’t wait to get me alone… whatever shall I do with you and your wandering hands?” he teased as she giggled. Setting her back on the ground he once again held out a hand for her to take, which she did so willingly allowing him to start walking them towards the direction of the willow. 

The pair had walked this path so many times before, she knew where they were headed without having to ask. Simply walking beside him she exchanged anecdotes about her day, as well as complimenting his haircut, confirming it to be an improvement, which made him happy to hear. Before they made it to the edge of the mountain where the willow sat he turned to her, stopping her. 

“Wha-” she said as he dropped her hand, to remove something from his pocket leaving her perplexed. Pulling out a necktie - one of his old Slytherin ties ironically - he held it up in front of her. 

“I have a small surprise, if that’s okay?” he asked, stepping forward and holding it up, motioning to her eyes and she nodded, turning around for him to use the silk to obstruct her view. 

“Promise you won’t let me fall?” she asked in a small voice as he laughed, gripping her shoulders gently as he helped her avoid the roots in the forest so that he could lead her to the base of the old Sallow tree. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides I am sure you truly could find your way through this forest while blindfolded” he countered and she laughed, knowing he made a good point. 

As he brought her under the tree’s purple flower coated branches, he made sure that all the floating candles he had conjured while she was gone were still in place, as were the glowing flowers he had brought back from France and duplicated using a simple charm were in place. Taking a shaky breath he made sure she was facing away from him still blindfolded as he lifted his wand, starting the enchanted violin he’d borrowed from Ominis as the soft music filled the space. 

Stepping towards her, he pressed against her back just in time to feel her shiver as he lifted his hands to gently undo the tie, hoping to avoid pulling any hairs that might’ve gotten caught in the knot. Pocketing the material he stepped back as she asked

“Can I open my eyes” in a quiet and unsure voice. 

“Please do” he said, his voice cracking slightly as he watched her turn around quickly, observing all the changes to their space.  

“Are those-” she asked pointing to the enchanted lilies and he nodded. 

“Yes they are, I replanted these today after growing them out at the edge of the cow pastures for the past few weeks. I thought they belonged out here” he admitted and she smiled at the thought of him bringing her father’s flowers to the special place. 

“Is this what you wanted to surprise me with?” she asked, stepping forward as she leaned down to rub the soft petals between her fingers. 

“Partly, but it’s more so a nice addition” he said, voice once again shaking as he watched the beautiful expression in the profile of her face as she continued taking in the sights and sounds around them. 

“Oh what else did you have planned?” she asked, still not fully paying him attention. Her distraction would provide him the best opportunity to take her off guard like the romantics demanded, but his fingers felt like they were leaded as he reached in his pocket. Luckily she was too distracted by the flower’s glow to notice him sink down to the forest floor as he waited for her to turn around. 

When she did, she was temporarily surprised, expecting his much taller frame to be leaning over her, but when she looked down she immediately let out a gasp. Seeing him down on one knee, eyes already glossed over as he held a small box in his pocket she felt the need to blink rapidly, making sure this wasn’t a dream from which she’d wake up at any moment. Once realizing that this was real she looked back to his face as he smiled at her. 

“Come here?” he asked softly, a single tear leaking out, and upon seeing him so overwhelmed with emotion already she couldn’t deny him. Stepping forward she came to right in front of him, looking down as his face remained level with her rib cage, yet he tipped it up to catch her gaze. 

Reaching out, he grabbed her hand with his free hand, holding it close to his lips as he pressed a single kiss to the back of it before he let out a small whimper and shook his head. 

“Merlin. I had this all planned out. I had this speech planned and I have practiced for months on sheep, the mirror, you name it, yet I can’t get a word of it out. I have already ruined this” Sebastian said with an annoyed sigh, hoping to once again ground himself, yet finding it difficult. 

Seeing Sebastian so moved to emotion, especially at just the thought of proposing to her she sank down next to him, lifting a hand to push the tears off his face as she returned his watery smile with her own. 

“You haven’t ruined a thing” she confirmed as she looked into his eyes, hopeful he would be able to continue his rehearsed speech. 

“I feel like I have” he said with a sigh, finally composing himself as he looked at her pleading expression before continuing. “Sorry, I hadn’t expected to get so emotional but I just-” he started but once he reached the admission of what brought him to strong emotions he once again turned into a blubbering mess. 

She reached out, pushing the tears off his face as she silently cried next to him. 

“Merlin, now you’re crying. I have to be the world’s worst at this” he said with an embarrassed laugh and she joined in as he calmed again. 

“Sorry Mon Chou, this isn’t the proposal I imagine that you’d always anticipated… just being here, in a place that is so special to the both of us… seeing you here… thinking of always being able to come home to you… it’s just overwhelming after all that we’ve been through” he admitted as he looked down almost ashamed of his emotions and she lifted his stubble covered chin, forcing his eyes back to hers. 

“This is perfect, don’t you dare apologize Sebastian Sallow” she said with fake sternness as she wiped her own face of tears and let out something akin to a snort and a deep breath. 

“A Sallow crying under a Sallow, how ironic” he said hoping to release some of the tension he was feeling as she giggled. 

“A Sallow and a future Sallow crying under the Sallow tree you mean?” she asked as he looked at her bewildered. Processing her words he realized that not only had he technically not asked her, but she had given him an answer regardless. 

“So that means, you’ll…  you’ll marry me?” he questioned as she smiled. 

“Did you honestly think I would ever say no?” she asked leaning forward to grab his cheeks in her hands as she leaned forward to kiss him. 

“Just confirming that it is a yes,” he asked only a breath away from her.

“Absolutely I will marry you Sebastian” she replied against his lips before he dived back in, his damp eyelashes fluttering against her skin as he kissed her. 

Breaking away he remembered the ring, opening the box and sliding it on her finger. Lifting her hand up to his lips he kissed it before giving her a moment to examine the silver band replicating the branches of the willow around them as it wrapped around the purple stone. She looked at the ring dreamily as she realized he had the ring crafted to replicate the tree that had brought them together time and time again. 

“Sebastian…” she let out a gasp, amazed at how romantic the farmer could be. 

“I take it that means you like it?” he didn’t have to await her answer long before she happily exclaimed, 

“I love it so much. This is all so overwhelming truly” she said, once again leaning in for a chaste kiss. 

She could hear the violin playing softly and the breeze rustling the branches of the willow as his warm lips softly passed over hers. It was so utterly romantic she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by all that had happened. What he had asked… how emotional he’d gotten… the fact he looked so bloody handsome under the firelight 

She was reminded of how painful sitting on the ground was as her knees started to ache. Pulling back for a moment she noticed a blanket and a basket next to the tree's base. Seeing where her eyes had darted, he explained “I thought we could eat out here to celebrate privately” and he gestured to it, lifting himself as he held out his hand for her.

When he sat down on top of the blanket, he looked at her once more. “You look so beautiful…” he said with a lovestricken smile. At his admission she crawled closer to him, interrupting his attempt at collecting food from the basket he had placed earlier. Situating herself onto his lap, she once again began to kiss him, this time with much more passion than before. 

Breaking away from her advances he pecked her nose, leaning back before he responded with, “And I thought you were touchy before…” he teased as she shook her head, diving back in as he groaned into her mouth, overwhelmed as he realized she was not only kissing him so intently, but at some point she had begun rocking her hips into his own.  

“Sebastián…” she whined as she continued to grind on his growing arousal. Looking around Sebastian thought for a moment, wondering if it was a good idea. They were far from people out here, so the likelihood of being caught was slim to none. She seemed to desperately want him, much more than she had previously, yet still he hesitated. 

“This isn’t the right place for that-” he started, as he felt it was only fair for her that they only experience pleasure on a bed, or at the very least, not on the ground like animals. 

“I want you Sebastian, please… is this not such an important place to the two of us? Why should we not share another important moment here?” she countered before she started to gently trace her lips over the skin of his neck as he pondered what she suggested. With every second he found less ability to think, and instead a more heedy arousal growing. 

“But still, you deserve a proper bed, not the forest floor…” he let out after a moment with a quiet sigh given she had shifted from his neck to his earlobe, softly grazing the sensitive skin with her teeth as she continued to try and break down his self restraint. 

The woman had enthusiasm, and she certainly knew what she was doing as he felt every ounce of gentleman within him slipping away as she continued to rock against him, tracing the skin of his neck and ears with her lips and teeth. 

Pulling away she looked directly into his eyes, as she gazed at him almost innocently through her eyelashes. “Please take me now… I don’t care about a bed, or that we are outside… I don’t even care if you’re rough… I just want you” she said as she accentuated the word you while her eyes pleaded her case. 

Sebastian was sure she didn’t truly know what she was asking for.

Something about hearing such an innocent tone paired with such a sultry request made something within him snap. She hardly had a second to process before he had pounced on her like a wild dog, rolling her onto her back as he slid atop her body and began kissing her neck greedily. She went to slow his moments when she felt his teeth sucking into her skin, but knew that by the time she removed him, the skin would already be bruised, so she neglected to worry about whatever marks he may leave. 

Sighing she ran her hands up to his shoulders, cupping them as she held him closer to her body all the while, he continued to press his clothed arousal down onto her core even harsher than before.  She could already feel him straining through both the material of his trousers but also through her skirt. Looking down at the vague outline she could see, she nearly lost her composure realizing that Sebastian likely was… well endowed… 

Gone was the soft, emotional and love stricken Sebastian from before, and in his place was this wolfish man. At seeing her apprehension given his size he chuckled almost menacingly as he ducked his head lower, kissing her collarbones while he attempted to start removing the buttons of her blouse. Eagerly and quickly he removed her shirt, tossing it aside without even pausing before he began to strip her of the small corset and camisole she wore. Expert fingers shucked the articles of clothing from her body, quickly leaving her bare from the waist up as his hungry eyes took in her body while his tongue lapped at the newly revealed skin. She moaned out slightly loudly as his plush lips wrapped around her nipple, his stubble scratching the skin of her breast as he sucked the skin and his large hands played with the neglected one. 

“Merlin, I felt like such a creep when you finally got breasts, but I couldn’t help but stare at them. You came back for Christmas and they were just suddenly here and so very noticeable” he said, not quite intending for a conversation, and more so just rambling thoughts off the top of his head as he tried to catch a breath, his calloused fingertips grazing her nipple as she jerked under his hands.

Regaining slight composure as he slowed his movements, she took to unbuttoning his shirt, as he had at some point tossed his jacket and waistcoat without her noticing, eager to feel his skin on hers. She recalled seeing him shirtless one day when he had been 16, herself 13, when she was assisting Anne and he came back from outside, removing the shirt from behind the curtain and a draft from the opening door of the cottage revealed him temporarily for her to see. He was strong and wide even then, and she’d be lying if she hadn’t wondered what he looked like now that he was a man. 

She luckily didn’t have to wait long, as the final button of his shirt came undone and she pushed it down his arms, showcasing his tanned, and freckled torso. His chest had filled out much more than when he was a teenager, and now in the valley of his pecks sat a small patch of dark hair. Following the line down she saw as more hair appeared below his navel, disappearing into his trousers… 

Like the cat that caught the canary, Sebastian watched as she unashamedly stared at his semi nude form. “See something you like darling?” The playful quip came out a few octaves lower than he had previously been talking, and the added depth to his voice made her feel a pulse within her womanhood. 

She didn’t reply, tracing the skin of his newly revealed chest and shoulders with her fingers as he gave her a second to adjust. He watched her through hooded lids as she caressed the delicate skin of his ribs, making him shiver, as he wasn’t accustomed to anyone truly touching him here. Yet as she continued to gaze upon his body with wonder and amazement, his patient wore thin as he remembered the throbbing he felt below his waist. 

“There will be more time to get acquainted with our bodies later. I need you right now” he demanded, pulling up her waist so that he could start sliding down her skirt without permission. Not only did the man strip her out of outerwear, but in the quest to remove her skirt he pulled down her petticoat and her undergarments in one go, exposing her most subtle flesh to the Scottish highland air. 

Upon her full undressing minus her stockings, she tried to ignore the press of the wool blanket along her back as Sebastian groped at her curves. The man seemed like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to focus on. As a schoolboy, he had always enjoyed the various feasts throughout the year, as the lavish meals with more food than one could imagine certainly stunned the poor farm boy who often skipped meals. But right now, staring down at his newly appointed fiancé he felt a resurgence of a similar feeling he had as a first year in the great hall: a need to consume all that was before him.

“Merlin…” he said while looking down at her, as she shyly looked up to his ravenous expression. Her eyes shone with anticipation as his eyes tracked the expanse of her nude body. An Angelic face with soft lips and strong blush gave way to curved slopes of her neck and shoulders. The delicate skin of her breasts moving down to her navel and the narrow circumference of her waist. Juxtaposed was her hourglass figure hips, soft but also lean from her time dancing. He could see the small patch of well groomed hair sitting atop her womanhood, the beautiful v shape being obstructed by her lovely thighs. Sebastian couldn’t have that.

Prying her open with his one hand, he slithered down her body quickly, moving his face level with his prize. He could smell her arousal before he could see the dripping that had started down her thighs. He gave no warning before he was licking her open, prodding her entrance with his tongue with the up to most vigor he could provide. Sebastian had indulged on the rare occasion to do this provocative act, moreso for the woman’s pleasure. But swallowing her in this way, tasting her sweet nectar on his tongue, he knew that she was easily the best meal he had ever consumed. If he were to die between her muscular thighs, he’d die a happy man.

His intensity had stunned her, as had the use of his mouth on her lower regions. In all her experiences, she’d never had a man use his mouth on her, only her using her mouth to please their genitals. Feeling full lips kissing, sucking, and nipping at her was a new sensation that left her squirming. Sebastian seemed to be annoyed with her excessive movements, as he slammed her hips down with his forearm. “Hold still” he nearly commanded as he was holding her down before he resumed to work his tongue in and out of her. The feeling of him breathing his command directly into her core caused her to flood immediately. 

Unable to move her hips, she took to his hair. Sebastian fought against her as she tried to pry him off, unused to the feeling of a stubble covered chin between her thighs. He pulled her closer, to the point his face was completely buried in the apex of her thighs, his nose stroking her Pearl while his mouth continued to fuck her open. Her fingers continued to grasp and pull his hair almost while he filled her body with his groans at the feeling of her grip on his dark locks.

“Sebastian….” He could somewhat hear her say as he continued to eat her glorious cunt, picking up his pace as he felt her thighs begin to shake around his head. The pulling on his dark hair got more intense as he slid his hand to her opening, filling her with his finger as he moved his mouth to her clitorus. The feeling of his thick, calloused finger prying her open surprised her, but caused a shaky moan to leave her parted lips and as he looked up slightly at her face filled with pleasure, he felt such pride in knowing he was the one bringing it to her.

Feeling her inner walls give way, he didn’t hesitate before shoving in his middle finger alongside his pointer as he picked up the pace by thrust his appendages in and out of her tight hole while sucking on her bundle of nerves. He was insistent on bringing her over the edge more than once, as well as making sure she would be properly prepared. Based on prior experiences he had been told on more than one occasion that he was not small by any means of the word, and despite his strong urge to fill her, he refused to intentionally hurt her by pressing in before her body would be able to accept him. 

He was a gentleman after all.

She had never felt anything this intense before. Sure, she had laid with boys in her school before, allowing them to guide her inexperience as she trusted them to lead. Laying underneath Sebastian’s manhandling hands, and his vigorous efforts with his mouth, she wondered why she had even allowed such boys to toy with her when all this time she could’ve been experiencing pure ecstasy at the hands of a real man. 

She was taken aback when her body suddenly flushed and she felt a release unlike anything she had experienced before. A small whimper leaving her lips at the new feeling of someone else bringing her body please sounded through the air and caused Sebastian to immediately abandon his post to search her face for signs that he’d hurt her. 

“Was I too rough?” he asked her, lips glistening with her arousal and she watched as it continued all the way down to his chin and up to his nose. His eyes begged for an answer and she attempted to situate herself before responding. 

“No, it just caught me off guard is all” she said, refusing to mention the word for what had just happened. At her shy nature Sebatian grinned, moving closer to her face again, as his hand with soaked digits wrapped around her waist. 

“I thought you said you had experience” he teased as she calmed her ragged breathing. 

“Yes, but… that doesn’t mean it’s ever felt like, well that…” she still refused to acknowledge the reaction to which he had drawn from her. At the admission his eyes somehow grew even darker than previously before, his pupil getting buried within his chocolate brown eyes. 

Licking his lips, Sebastian allowed the knowledge only he had ever brought her over the edge of ecstasy inflate his ego before he responded. “So you’ve never experienced an orgasm with anyone else until now…” he said rhetorically as he stared down at her. 

Blushing wildly at his open ease with the conversation topic she shook her head no. “I had always assumed that a man using his mouth on a woman was, well, vulgar” she told him, as no man had ever crawled between her legs and brought the heavens to her the way he had just moments before.

Darkly chuckling he leaned in closer, and she was worried he was going to kiss her with her slick still on his lips, he replied “Oh it may be vulgar darling… but I quite enjoy hearing what it does to you while I am eating this perfect cunt”. Sebastian admitted it, no regard for his less than gentleman choice of words, before he claimed her lips once more. He left his eyes open as he kissed her for a moment, just to watch her shock before he let his eyes flutter shut to focus on the way her lips felt against his own. He partially did it to see her reaction to her taste, and partly to calm himself from just pulling out his manhood and shoving in like an animal. 

She had become surprised at her own wetness on his lips and face, finding the taste to be odd, but not entirely off putting as she had imagined it would be. Kissing him back, she pressed her body up into him, as much as he would allow given he was pushing her into the ground with his own. Eventually he came up for air, looking down at her once more. Seeing her stockings were still on, he slid back to remove them. As he did so, he caught a glimpse at the faded scar along her ankle and foot from that dreaded night Solomon had startled her and knocked over the lantern. Sebastian had seen glimpses of it on the very rare occasion they put their feet in the creek or she had been pulling up socks to leave home, but he hadn’t truly studied it since he was a child and used magic to heal it. 

Carefully tracing along the now healed, but still slightly marred skin, he smiled remembering the day they had met, briefly allowing his mind to be filled with images of them over the years. The day she conjured the willow, when he found her after her gran died, when she found him after Solomon, when they’d danced together after the yule ball, the night in France, the night on the beach, all leading to right now. 

Looking back up he saw her face laced with a combination of anxiety, anticipation and arousal. She gave him a small nod, as if to make sure he had the go ahead to do as he please, and by merlin, he intended to have his way with her. 

“Last chance, you’re sure this is what you want. As rough as I want, you said?” he asked, confirming she didn’t seem to mind if his more brazen urges took over and he was more gruff handed with her. 

“I promise to stop you if it becomes too much but… I think we’ve waited long enough and I certainly don’t wish for you to hold back anything from me” she confirmed and his heart soared at those words. 

His whole life Sebastian had felt subdued. Forced to restrain showing emotion after his parents died by Solomon. Forced to stop searching for a cure by Anne and Ominis. Forced to hold back on his wishes to be with her. No more would he stop every ounce of love, care, respect and need for her ever again. From now on he was going to allow the fullest extent of his passion slip out, and the thought alone made him nearly lose his composure. 

Normally he would allow a woman to undress him, but given his untamed surge of emotion, he stripped himself of his trousers with record speed, leaving only his briefs and his socks. As he moved to remove the final barriers between them she stopped him, a genuine whine leaving his lips as she slowed his speed down. As she looked at him, she wriggled out from under him and delicately pushed him over onto his back. Giving her a questioning look as to why she was slowing them down she shook her head. 

“I have waited for so long, I don’t want to feel rushed. I want to see you, all of you, before you enter me…” she admitted and he nodded, somewhat understanding her request, but still finding it frustrating as he had been ready to enter her already, and this was slowing down his plans. Realizing that she was entitled to go at whatever pace she desired, especially given that she’d given him permission to do as he pleased later on, he tried to calm his racing heart and give her the moment she needed. 

Using her delicate fingers to undo the tie securing the material around his waist, before slowly hooking her fingertips along the inside of the cotton briefs and pulling them down at such a turtle like pace it made him want to scream. Eventually he felt the slightly chilled air on his cock as she finally freed it from the constricting material and he looked down to watch her shocked face as it smacked against his abdomen immediately at being freed. 

Oh Merlin. 

She couldn’t help but stare, the path of pulling down his undergarments abandoned as she simply just stared at him. The thoughts of having to fit such a thick appendage like that inside of her, knowing previously nothing that large had breached her, made her mouth run dry. Looking away before she lost her nerve, she pulled down the briefs the rest of the way before also stripping his socks to give herself a moment to calm her anxiety. 

Figuring she should likely stroke or maybe even lubricate before he dove in, she decided to place him in her mouth as she crawled back up his body.  It only felt fair given he had also used his mouth on her. 

The feeling of her wet mouth around him instantly made him jump, surprised she would do such a thing given the anxiety he’d seen moments ago. Relaxing back into the wool blanket, he let her slide her tongue along the head of his cock, enjoying the way it felt. Expert movements in her mouth told him that she had done so before, and while part of him wanted to throttle any lucky man who had her sweet lips wrapped around their sad excuse for a cock, he partially wanted to thank them for instructing her so well, as the way she moved felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. 

Worrying about his longevity, he was instantly brought back to reality as moved his hands up to collect her hair in a makeshift ponytail allowing him to see her face. He smiled remembering the night he’d told her it looks better down, enjoying how ever since then, she would leave it hanging on his behalf regardless of propriety.  Using his hold on her hair to gently pry her mouth off him, she looked confused. 

“As truly wonderful, and I mean incredible as that feels, I must confess if you keep going I may not make it all the way” he told her, the admission bringing her a surge of confidence as she nodded and slid up his body, finding purchase with her hands steadying herself along his shoulders. Looking down she could both see and feel his manhood straining against the outside of her opening. 

“So this is it” she said, her voice indicating to him that she was unsure how to proceed. 

“It is if you’re still sure you want this” he told her, because as much as every nerve in his body was screaming to snap his hips upward, he would never do so if she was showing any hesitation. 

“I want this. What way uh-” she trailed off, unsure how to ask him what position may be best for him to enter her, as she imagined sinking down on him right now would feel similar to those paintings at her school of Vlad the Impalers victims… 

“Do you trust me?” he asked after a moment, eyes softening as he questioned her. 

“Of course I do” she said, as if she was offended he had to ask. 

“Then may I take the reins back darling? I promise I will make you feel good, and you can stop me if it hurts but to be honest… I am sort of dying here” he said with a chuckle, gesturing to the way he was throbbing so intensely his cock giving her an indication of how much he was struggling with the anticipation. 

“Please do. I am not sure why I crawled on top, I don’t think I have the… tenacity to command submission from someone as… well endowed as you.  I mean, I’m sure I could but I don’t know how much of it would feel authentic” she started rambling but made no effort to crawl back off his body. Normally he would find her struggle to find the words cute, but right now he had other priorities. 

Grabbing her waist aggressively with one hand, yet gently cradling the back of her head with the other, he flipped her onto her back as he pushed his hips down onto hers. The pressure doing wonders for him as he groaned out, “another time perhaps, right now I just want you begging underneath me while I stretch you out” he admitted as lined them up with the hand that had cradled her head during the movement. 

Adjusting his cock’s head inside her lower lips, and letting it touch the outside of her opening he looked to her for confirmation one last time. She didn’t speak, simply nodded as she looked up at him with the most angelic expression he’d seen before he plunged into her walls. 

Having felt the moistness still collected there from the way he’d brought her pleasure, he was able to get himself halfway inside without much trouble as he sunk deeper and deeper within her velvet walls. As much as he wished he could have savored the moment of breaching her walls for the first time, he couldn’t help his wolfish tendency to be buried as deep as he could be. Paired with the fact that soon her body opened up for him, sucking him in as their bodies seemed to work in tandem with one another, he soon found himself with his hips pressed against hers.  

She looked down, seeing the way he was buried to the hilt within her body, the sight alone causing him to twitch within her, before he moved back to make sure she was alright. She didn’t seem to be in pain, but the look of shock on her face as he caught her staring down at the way her body had been pierced by him made him nearly lose composure. Still, he refused to move before he was sure she would be alright. 

She had been surprised at the way her body had accepted him without much pain. Obviously she had felt that familiar sting of being entered, but she had experienced more pain with less… Regardless she was amazed when she looked down and saw that he had slid into her with grace. Perhaps having known him so long, her body was comfortable with him regardless of his size. As she looked up she noticed his eyebrow quirked and she almost questioned why but then she realized he was asking nonverbal permission to start moving so she nodded. 

As soon as she gave him the go ahead and let out a deep breath and immediately pulled his hips up so he was halfway out before snapping back inside her, the intensity catching her off guard for a moment. Feeling the way he intended to pound into her, she reached up to hold his shoulders in order to keep herself steady as he kept going. 

This seemed to frustrate him further as he pushed her arms off without warning, gripping them in one of his larger hands and pinning them above her head to hold her down as he continued rocking his hips against her with such speed he wondered how he had lasted this long. 

The feeling of Sebastian holding her down caused her to start shaking, having not anticipated him being so rough with her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t find herself flooding more and more as he continued. 

“Fuck, the way your body opens up for me… like it knows it’s mine” he said between clenched teeth. At his admission she looked back up at him, seeing how smug he looked having her in such a vulnerable position as he entered her body over and over again. When she didn’t respond he tightened his grip on her wrists, leaning down as continued to move his hips without stopping. 

“Say you’re mine” he demanded of her as he placed his lips next to ear. Afraid of the consequences of refusing she met his eyes as he leaned away. 

“I am yours,” she said with a breathless voice. He smirked once more as he noticed the way she began to crawl closer and closer to release. Not wanting her to finish quite yet, he pulled out of her, and she let an annoyed whine fall past her lips as he hovered over her flushed body. 

Letting go of her wrists he looked at her before speaking, “Not yet princesse, you’ll cum when I say you can” he demanded as he pulled her hips upward. For a moment she was confused as to what he was attempting to do, but when he easily lifted her up, spinning her around onto her hands and knees she got a semblance of what he was going to do. 

She’d never heard of people doing it this way, only animals, yet the thought alone made her excited. Pushing her upper back down, he used the hand on her waist to pull her bottom up as high as he could before leaning over her back to place his one hand next to her side and his mouth next to her ear. “Arch your back my little danseuse” he commanded while using a hand to help shift her into the position he wanted and she did her best to comply. 

“There you are… look so gorgeous like this, all spread out for me, just waiting for my cock” he said as he once again lined himself up at her entrance but when he didn’t push inside she looked back at him confused for a second, as she’d been anticipating him. 

“Beg” he told her as he leaned his body over hers, his hand moving up to gently cup her neck as he breathed in the perfume spot she always had behind her ear. 

“What..” she barely managed to get out as he pushed his hips into hers more forcefully but still not entering. 

“Beg for it, for me. Tell me what you want right now and I promise I’ll give it to you… you just need to ask nicely” he told her as he nudged the side of her cheek with his nose. She could feel him still throbbing against her entrance and his much larger body engulfed hers from behind. A part of her was still very nervous at the thought of being entered from behind, as it seemed more vulgar, but the part of her that was curious won over. 

“Please Sebastian” 

“Please what” he said, once again rocking into her, reminding her that she still had yet to be properly entered.  Sebastian looked down at her darkly as he saw her apprehension and uncertainty to elaborate upon what he was asking of her. 

“Tell me you want me to enter you darling… that you me to fuck like an animal on the ground out here in the woods” he lead her to the words he wanted to hear her confirm as he felt her hips shaking under his tight hold. 

“I want you to fill me…” she said cautiously, not used to having to beg for intimacy, certainly not from Sebastian, yet her body shook with the anticipation it brought being reduced to a blubbering mess as he commanded both her body and her actions from his position. She never would question his authority, but this intensity was new to her, as most of the boys she’d entertained were blushing virgins. 

“What else” he spit out against her neck, waiting for her to repeat back the other words he’d spoken. 

“I want you to enter me from behind like animals do…” she said innocently and he almost laughed at the way the foreign words came off her tongue, but he didn’t have time before he swiftly re entered her tight core with a grunt, feeling himself sliding in deeper than he had earlier, as the change in position allowed him to stretch her even further. 

She was shocked when she felt him pushing into the back of her channel, feeling him graze her internal opening as he began to pick up the pace.

“Fuck. You feel so warm darling, I just want to stay inside as long as I can” he admitted to her as he continued to pound into her with a strength she didn’t know he had, feeling her legs start to give out of her as her hips threatened to sink beneath his weight. Instead of fighting her to stay up, he pushed her until she was level with the ground, continuing to sink into her as he rested his knees on the ground beside her thighs. 

“So.. full…” she choked out against the blanket as he kept moving and she felt his unrestrained strength as he continued to fuck her. As a girl she’d dreamed of him gently taking his time with her, undressing slowly and romantically taking his time as he moved within her.  Now as an adult, she found that letting him express the extent of his manly whims was much more… enjoyable. 

“So full of me. Gods you are so fucking beautiful like this… I…” he struggled as he moved his head to her shoulder as he pushed in deep once again before he stopped without warning, pulling out to shift their positions. At this point she stopped questioning it, allowing herself to be manhandled into whatever placement his filthy mind had dreamt up. 

Sebastian slid onto his back, pulling her on top of him as her hips went to each side of his waist. As he got them into the basic position, he slowed down slightly, sliding her hands up to his shoulders gently. Reaching his lips up he gently kissed her, his mouth caressing hers, all the while he groaned into her mouth. 

“I want to see your face when you finish… as much fun as I was having I don’t want to finish off our first time with you being fucked into the ground like one of my farm animals” he said with a small chuckle, pushing a sweat soaked tendreal of hair off her face.  The jump he had made from dominant and aggressive to soft and gentle catching her off guard and she nearly protested, worried the shift in tone would force him to slow down his tempo in pleasing her. 

“Don’t worry, I promised you that you’ll finish… and we can always revisit the previous position at a later time if you’d like” he gave her a reassuring smile before lifting her hips, lining them up once more and holding her there so that she could sink down when she was ready. Already missing the friction he’d been providing she sank down quickly, not caring as his thick cock stretched her impossibly more than she had been earlier. 

Once she found herself fully seated atop of him, he wasted no time before he was lifting her up by her hips, and pulling her back down, doing the motions for her. Feeling like she was being thrown around like an old sack, she cried out, allowing him to continue using her body on top of his for pleasure, while she clenched her walls around him. 

“You feel so good. Merlin, you're so pretty. Gonna be my wife” he started saying with shortness of breath, looking up at her as his eyes told her that he was getting closer, as the confidence he wore earlier melted into wide eyed ecstasy. 

“Sebastian please… I need to…” she said, a breath away from finishing as she felt him twitch within her. 

“I’ve got you, finish for me -” he encouraged her as he pulled her closer to him, his nose rubbing against hers as he breathed her in, his eyes planted within her gaze as she felt him twitch once more. 

Needing no further encouragement, she came harder than she had earlier, her cunt giving such a death grip on his cock that he quickly muttered out “fuck” nearly falling over the edge with her immediately, but by some miracle he held off. 

“I - where?” he choked out, barely holding back and the urgency of his tone broke the waves of pleasure she was experiencing. 

Inside

He nearly fell apart hearing her asking him to spill inside of her warmth, but he felt the need to double check that she was okay with that, as doing so could have… unintended consequences. 

“You’re sure?” he asked, as she looked down at him and she nodded. 

“I want to feel all of you” she confirmed and he groaned out knowing he could spill his load exactly where he wanted it to be : as far deep within her as it could be.  He knew she was on a contraceptive potion, one her mother was insistent on the moment they’d started courting, but to still be granted permission to do something so intimate made him very happy. 

Sebastian knew once they were wed he could spill within her without the use of a potion, and the thought of putting a child into her caused his hips to stutter. 

“Fuck” he shouted out as he placed his sweat soaked brow along her collarbones. In the moments he’d been lost in the thought of filling her with a child he hadn’t noticed that she’d moved back and started rocking her hips without his help, trying to finish him off on her own. The kind gesture worked wonders as he reached his hand down to palm her ass roughly. 

“I love -” he started but wasn’t able to finish as a large tremor racked through his body, as his cock exploded within her walls. She felt him spill inside of her as she continued to rock her hips against his and she didn’t stop until he used his hands to slow her movements. As she came to a stop she could feel his large load sliding back out of where their bodies were still joined together and she all but collapsed on top of him, exhausted. 

I love you

He whispered against her hair, finally finishing the phrase he started while he came. She didn’t respond, smiling as she laid on his chest, hearing his heartbeat under her cheek. She was slowly starting to slip into sleep when he shook her awake, knowing they shouldn’t sleep out here like this, especially since he figured her mum would come looking for them eventually. 

“So a Scottish Summer wedding?” he asked her and she looked at him hopefully. 

“Do you mean next year..?” she questioned, knowing engagements usually lasted a long time and figured he would be in no rush with Anne as sick as she was. 

“This. If you’re up for that.  Anne mentioned wanting to relocate to Hogsmeade to take some tension off me since Ominis has a home there and I found out that Thomas Brown is considering selling Tomes and Scrolls. I figured that it would provide a nice bit of income if I took over, plus we both know there’s not many books I haven’t read. Wouldn’t be far from the school either” he explained with a sigh. 

“What about Feldcroft?” she asked cautiously. 

“What about it? We can still live here. Apparition and floo networks exist for a reason” he responded with a chuckle as his fingertips gently traced the skin of her back. 

“You don’t think it’s too soon” she asked him, remembering that for so long he seemed apprehensive to the idea of tying her down so soon. 

“Not soon enough. I’d marry you tomorrow if I could… but give me a few weeks and I’ll be ready. That is, if you are…?” he asked her as she finally looked up from his chest to see his eyes. 

“Can we do it on the beach?” she asked playfully, her question answering his own. 

“Anything you want darling.” 

Epilogue

They had been wed only a few weeks after Sebastian had proposed. A small crowd of their close friends, family, and neighbors joined. Mr. and Mrs. Sharp attended with their newborn daughter, Daphne Sharp, who won the hearts of nearly everyone in attendance. Per her request to have it on the beach, Sebastian researched a charm to make light, non chilled snow fall against the beautiful backdrop, replicating the night he’d finally let down the last of his walls and they’d kissed. 

She looked so beautiful as she stood there in a soft dress. Her mother and Anne helped weave flowers into her hair, several of them from the willow she’d collected and in his mind she looked like a nymph crawling from the forest to be with him forever. He’d worn his kilt, unable to shake his Scottish pride and when the priest had finished bounding their hands he couldn’t wait to start their lives together. 

A small part of her had always known that since that day when they were children, she was going to love him indefinitely. Sebastian had gotten her permission to have a metalworker melt down her grandmother's ring in order to make a simple wedding band to lay next to the ring he’d proposed with. For his own, Sebastian had decided to use his fathers to a band crafted similar to the branches holding her amethyst. 

Opening up the door to Tomes and Scrolls for the first time after purchasing it felt incredible. He’d always loved the shop as a boy, giving him access to books he couldn't borrow due Scribner’s close eyes.  Since she had some limited time before beginning at Hogwarts, he took up her kind offer to help him renovate the space as he had wanted, adding a basement below the shop for printing, so that he could not only sell tomes, but also print them. She brought a much needed feminine touch to decorating the shop, bringing forth his Slytherin pride given it was in the castle’s backyard but incorporating snakes and dark green into the furniture. By the time they finished, he was happy with the results, turning the back room into an office for himself to write when he had the time. 

Informing his boss at the ministry he was not returning hadn’t been difficult. Anne was back for the time being, staying with Ominis in Hogsmeade, and he was a married man back in his home where he always belonged. Being an Ambassador had always been fun, but not quite a proper fit. Being surrounded by books and having time to write them brought forth a sense of peace he hadn’t imagined. 

As he looked around at his shop he couldn’t help but smile, but when he felt arms wrapping around his own he moved to close the book he’d been reading when he heard her ask. 

“Is that a branch from our willow?” she asked and he watched as her ringed hand moved to take the book from him as she moved from behind him. 

“It is,” he confirmed, knowing she was referring to the branch he’d broken off all those years ago. Ever since that day it had sprouted, he’d used it as his place marker in books, smiling whenever he opened his schoolbooks to see a piece of her nestled there at hogwarts with him. 

“When did you start using that?” she asked with a small laugh as she stroked its delicate form before closing the book and handing it back to him. 

“Uh… 8 years ago?” he asked as he did the mental math. 

“That long ago?” she asked him, surprised she’d never noticed until now. 

“Same day it emerged I broke this off. Had it in a book ever since” he told her with a shrug. 

“So this is one of our Sallows first flowers?” she asked sweetly as he nodded. 

“How was training with the old bag?” 

“Oh yeah! Get this, Scribner nearly fainted when I was introduced as y/n Sallow. Black had to call Nurse Blainey to check on her. Poor woman still is traumatized by your time at Hogwarts” 

“She didn’t take it out on you though? Being my wife?” he asked, worried proximity to him would make her life easier. 

“She might question my choices but she remained professional… well past the initial shock” she once again laughed while taking out her wand and setting it on the counter. He looked down seeing the worn handle next to his recently replaced one. Sebastian had refused to change the style or look of his wands handle, but he frequently replaced the checkered green handle due to general wear and tear. 

“I need to get you a new handle for this” he stated simply as he lifted her wand as he examined the worn out wooden handle with its still glistening gem on the end. 

“I don’t need another one” she countered, reaching for her wand as he continued to look at it, seeing the places where her hands had warped the wood. 

“It's worn out. You should’ve replaced this years ago. How you cast properly with this thing I’ll never know” he admitted handing it back to her. 

“I would never replace what you gifted me” she replied bluntly. 

“Then let me gift my wife a new one” Sebastian said while pulling her closer to him against the counter. 

“Mhm I like the sound of that” she admitted, resting her head along his shoulders, breathing in his warm and cedar smell that always clung to him. 

“Well if you want, we can run by Ollivanders now if you’d like” he offered and she shook her head. 

“I mean, we can but that’s not what I meant” she countered with a small chuckle, lifting his worn workers hands, seeing the small silver band resting on his ring finger. Realizing what she had been referring to he removed his hand from her grasp and placed it under her chin. 

Suddenly she was back in feldcroft at 10 years old, looking into the dark brown eyes of the sweet boy next door. The one whom she’d fallen in love with. Except now they stood in Hogsmeade almost a decade later, man and wife. 

Sebastian gently brushed his lips against hers before pulling away. “You certainly like being called Mrs. Sallow… it’s quite endearing I might add” he said, gently rubbing his nose on hers before pulling away and adding “I am replacing that wand handle too. You can’t stop me” 

“Fine. But I’m cooking dinner tonight Mr. Sallow” she countered. 

“Only if you’re on the menu” he said playfully and she squeaked. 

“Sebastian! Anyone could walk by and hear-” she said, cringing if someone happened to have heard. 

“That didn’t stop you that day in my new office” he countered and she rolled her eyes, remembering the day she decided they needed to christen tomes and scrolls with their… marital bliss. 

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked him pretending to be annoyed. 

“Um… love me forever and tell our children how smart their father is?” 

“I suppose I could do that… I still can’t believe it sometimes” she admitted, a small smile on her face as he moved up beside her. 

I can. 

THE END 

(unless of course i get inspired)

[stupidsagestars]

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : food play [ ice cream ] , mentions of marks and scratches, inappropriate language, raw sex ( I might be missing some )

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: matsukawa works at the local ceX to earn some extra cash, he meets you, a girl who has a bunch of odd stuff she wants to trade and a great sense of humor. One thing leads to another and things get spicy.

-★ this is so cheesy but I love it

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𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's been working part-time at the cex near his college for the past month and god is it the worst. Everyday he's had to deal with sweaty, obnoxious people trying to trade their gross shit, and buy stupid things, he doesn't even get paid enough to deal with it all. Well anyway there's no point in complaining it's not like he wanted to quit, he needed any extra money he could get.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who quietly curses when he hears the doors open. He doesn't bother lifting his head to look at who enters, he's way too tired for that, instead he's playing subway surfers on his phone, tapping his fingers on the counter.

He snaps his head up at the sound of something hitting the counter. Immediately he locks eyes with the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life.

"Hi!" You say giving him a small wave.

"Hi. Uh what's all this?" He says, slipping his phone in his pocket.

"Just some stuff I'd like to sell." You hum, looking around awkwardly.

"You're welcome to take me through it." He mumbles.

"Great! So we've got this uh, half broken ukele." You say, pulling out a completely broken piece of loose strings and peeling paint.

Matsukawa scoffs. "Are you serious?" He asks.

"Excuse me this is perfectly playable!" You say, frowning at him.

"Oh my god, you're actually being serious." He says looking at you with shock although he was secretly enjoying this alot.

"Look, I can play something."

You strum the ukele and shockingly the last intact string breaks.

"Great." He says sarcastically.

"Give me a break, I'm sure none of the shit here is super clean and fully working."

He sighs before standing up and emptying the box.

"Let's make this quick for both of us." He says slowly.

"why'd you work here anyway?" You ask trying to make small talk. You couldn't help but steal glances at him whilst he looked through the junk you bought in. He was so goddamn attractive, it made you feel hot and bothered just standing next to him.

"college." he mumbles.

You scoff before saying, "I can't believe you!'

𝐜𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who looks at you confused. "What?"

"A college student can't help another college student out??"

He can't help but chuckle at what you said.

"Hot" He says giving you a flirty look.

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that." You say rolling your eyes at him although your mind is buzzing at the comment, A HOT GUY JUST CALLED YOU HOT Y/N!!!!!!!!!

"Did you go to a garage sale before coming here? There's so much random shit in here."

"Of course I went to a garage sale dumbass, I'm 21 years old why the hell would I have a toy xylophone lying around?"

He pretends to act shocked, "that's really mean because I actually own two of those."

You playfully stick your tongue at him to which he smiles at you.

He takes a look at the many items spread out on the counter.

" Well out of all these many, many, many things I'll trade 3."

"Lovely." You say sticking your hand out for him to shake. He firmly grips your hand making you feel incredibly flustered but you play it off quite well.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who is absolutely mesmerized by you. You were just so.. so attractive? Your humour matched with his perfectly, your voice was so, soothing, imagine having that moaning his name?? Imagine if he had you ride him on that same chair, he wouldn't even mind fucking you on the floor.

Why did you make him so horny, maybe it was because he hadn't fucked in a while, I mean this stupid store seemed to be repelling every girl away from him but what if he was attracted to you, like properly attracted?

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's trying to find the keys to his dorm when he hears a familiar voice from behind me.

"ceX guy!" you say but quickly regret it feeling your face get hot.

You're extremely surprised to see him, you're initially looking for your best friend Kiyoko who you're sure lived on this floor.

He turns round to see a familiar face behind him.

"sex guy?? so that's your little nickname for me?" He smirks at your stunned face that looked like it wanted to jump out of the window.

"shut up." Is all you manage to come up with.

"Well, here we are at the same college, we're in the same building, same year, we really are the perfect pair!" He laughs, scratching hair as he slowly eyes you up and down taking in all of your curves.

"unfortunately not, you play toy xylophones, I'm a bit more advanced I play toy keyboards." You hum, smiling at him.

He puts his hand on his chest in shock. " I can't believe you! How could you??"

Mattsun loves the feeling you're giving him just by talking to you, he hasn't felt this alive in ages.

"well I'll see you around, oh and do you know anyone called Kiyoko and does she live on this floor??"

"Tanaka's girlfriend? She lives upstairs I think." He mumbles, trying to think of an excuse to spend some more time with you.

"And also.. I mean I know I've known you for about 1-2 hours but can I don't know, have a fun little sleep over with you. I left my keys at the store."

You can feel your heart about to explode and your eyes about to pop out of their sockets.

"You?? Mr Sex Guy?? Sleep over??" You ask and he shrugs his shoulders.

"We could make the best fort and also I'm currently Mr ceX guy not Sex Guy unless you wanted the latter of course." He says enjoying the flustered look on your face

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who ends up following you up to your dorm, throwing in some flirty comments throughout the journey.

"we are 2 adults. 2 sexy adults, 2 adults who should be no strangers to some very freaky sex which I think we should indulge in, it's human nature honey"

"Are you drunk?"

"no but I'm super horny, I bet you're super kinky." He retorts.

You kick him in the shins before opening the door to your dorm.

"Are you like the official advocator for sex?" You say.

"Just for you honey." He says letting the nickname roll of his tongue.

"This place is nice." He says, kicking off his trainers and taking a seat on the couch.

"Ice cream?" You ask him, walking over to the fridge.

"Ooh yes, what flavour??"

"Uhh I got either Mint, Strawberry and Rocky Road."

"Why not all 3?" He asks and you chuckle, coming back with a massive bowl of ice cream and two spoons. Mattsun's eyes immediately travel down to your ass, thinking about how fun it'd be to spank it till it's sore. He's definitely take a picture, your ass with his handprint clearly marked on it, damn would that be great.

"Hold." You tell him so you could get the remote to which he replies, " I've got slippery hands, I don't know if I can manage."

"Well if you don't you're licking it off the floor."

"I bet you'd love that."

"Maybe."

"Fuck. That makes me want to do it now."

"I'm not stopping you."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's never felt better sitting down with a girl who he's extremely attracted to and watching fallen angels. This. This is the sort of life he's been yearning for. The two of you weren't cuddling or sitting closely with each other yet somehow each others presence seemed comforting.

"this film's so confusing yet so good." You mutter, eyes glued to the screen whilst you licked the ice cream off the spoon.

Even though this was one of his favourite films Mattsun was only interested in you. Your pretty little face that had the most angelic smile he had ever seen.

He immediately turns red when you turn to notice him staring at you.

"Are you admiring me?"

"Yes."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who can't control himself anymore and decides to move closer to you and kiss you. He was expecting to just give you a small peck on the lips but instead gets to indulge in a long sensual kiss.

You both are left to stare at each other breathless and drooling.

"Fuck." You breathe out.

"Well are we going to continue?" He says impatiently, biting his lip.

" I mean we might as well."

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who's got you spread on your bed completely naked, his tongue alone has made you cum twice. He's got the bowl of ice cream in his hands and he's giving you the most sensual look ever.

"if anything you're the kinky one." You say in gasps, still unable to talk properly after continuosly moaning his name for god knows how long.

You immediately moan from the sensation of the cold delight touching your stomach.

Mattsun licks it with ease, sticking his tongue at you before swallowing.

"d'you want some?"

You nod at him, eager to know what he would try next.

This time he scoops a handful of ice cream and smears it across your breasts.

"oh no! I made a mess." He says in a raspy voice letting his saliva fall down onto your breasts.

You can't help but moan loudly at the sight infront of you. He lazily swirls his hand in the mixture of ice cream and saliva and shoves it in your mouth.

"tastes good doesn't it?"

You nod, making sure to swallow everything.

He slips of his boxers finally making him fully naked and immediately pushes his girthy length inside of you.

"oh my god- why is your dick so big." You moan thoughtlessly, seriously shocked.

"I dunno, d'you like it? I mean I've already shoved it down your throat, I'd assume you were used to the size by-" He stops himself with a deep groan.

Your walls are sucking him deeper and deeper into your pussy, the thought of having to pull out was so so painful.

"Ugh honey you're pussy is addictive." He moans out as he continues to pound into you at a shocking speed.

Your moans are so addictive to him, the way your eyes roll back, it's all so sexy.

Mattsun being Mattsun though, he can't just fuck your pussy boringly not without the bowl of ice cream that was lying next to him. There's still some left and he doesn't want to waste food. He lets one hand rest on your hips and uses the other to pick up the bowl.

His hands can barely hold the damn thing properly because of how weak he feels, how weak you're making him feel. Your moans are shorter and even more ragged which tells him you're close. He lets the ice cream fall onto the floor, ignoring how the bowl shatters, as he pulls out and cums on the sheets. You cum straight after and you don't have the energy to say or do anything. Your legs are sore and your whole chest is decorated with scratch and bite marks.

𝐜𝐞𝐗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 who has just enough energy to pull you under the covers with him before falling asleep.

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LIKE FOR A PART 2 WHICH IM HONESTLY SO TEMPTED TO DO, MAYBE LIKE A MORNING AFTER OR A FEW WEEKS? THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO FUN TO WRITE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED , LIKES, REBLOGS AND FOLLOWS R APPRECIATED.

[the header is from Pinterest, credit to whoever made it!!]

[tozettastone]

Who do you think is the most fucked up possible romantic partner for Sakura? In the "they make each other worse but have a good dynamic" way. What count as good is free for interpretation. :3

Sakura and Itachi could make each other vastly worse. I feel like I would be poaching credit for shipping thoughts if I didn't refer you to @misfitmccoward to explain that specific ship and why having the most judgemental genius she knows validate her worst inner self might evolve Sakura, like a Pokemon, into Goblin Sakura. This is a running conversation we've had and I have basically forgotten who came up with what at this point.

I want to submit to you the possibility of Deidara instead, because I think the other thing that would make Sakura worse would be having a partner who is really into her sheer destructive power. It's pretty clear in canon that Sakura isn't cute: Kishimoto wrote this about her character design iirc, and also half her early character development is about being teased because her face is out of proportion. Early Sakura is good at being smart, because she's not strong, and she can't be cute, but she can get that approval for something, and it's being clever. This approval-reward-behaviour mechanism clearly exists for her character.

Deidara tells her she's "cute" and taps into exactly this weirdest part of the childhood cycle of approval-seeking. She's flustered because she knows she's not, but he's very sincere—it's just that he doesn't mean her face is cute. He means she's capable of demolishing a building by punching a guy through it. He wants to see her turn someone's femur to dust with two fingers. He did see her punch the Hiruko puppet until it cracked down the face. He will not stop. What a cute girl...

Sakura is team "oh, but massive property destruction that endangers life is bad," in theory. But she's into fixer-uppers canonically, of course. And she's never liked a guy with like... the ability to be friendly and show that he likes her back. Heady. Seductive. So she goes in thinking like, "okay THIS time the unhinged cute boy I'm interested in is going to change for the better through my love, because THIS time if he tries to leave me unconscious on the street I'll be able to punch him through a building—"

Deidara will enable her worst self, which actually exists, and she will not mysteriously uncover his better self, which does not.