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Ruined surprises | L.H
>> You have a surprise for Logan but unfortunately your boyfriend finds out before you can tell him. <<
Pairing: Boyfriend!Logan Howlett x Girlfriend!Reader
Wordcount: 1.881 Words
Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, pregnancy, insecurities, lots of kisses, allusion of smut, hint of domestic!Logan
Authors Note: @wtfhasmy-lifecometo asked to get some domestic!Logan. He isn’t mentioned as thaaaat domistic, but he got his kitten ear hair. Hope you enjoy.🙂↕️🙂↕️ Dividers made by me.
You were sitting on your bed, wrapped in a blanket and a hoodie of your boyfriend. They were just about to kiss in the book, as you felt a shiver running down your spine. Your eyes moved from your book toward the door as you saw Logan leaning against the frame of the door. His green eyes were focused on you — like always — because it was rare that he wouldn't look at you with love and adoration when the two of you were in the same room.
You smiled softly, sitting up straighter as you placed the book to the side. He looked different — not Logan as a person, but his expression was another one as you were used to. Logan would usually look at you with nothing but pure love, but right now you see a hint of uncertainty and almost fear in his green orbs. He slowly pushed himself off the frame and walked closer to you.
He didn't say a word when he sat down, his hands resting in his lap while he looked at the ground in front of you. Logan used to be the softest and sweetest, most confident and cocky man you have ever met, but right now he looks like a lost puppy. The little kitty ears he always made were almost completely ruined — probably by his hands, which were running through his hair — a habit he had whenever he felt scared and tried to calm himself.
You were quiet, watching him intently. You didn't want to break the silence, but slowly the tension grew, and you couldn't stop yourself from squirming slightly. Even though you were used to him being quiet sometimes, just wanting your closeness, cuddles, and lots of kisses between the assurance he needed, he would act differently. It was unlike the man you were together with, and it scared you slightly.
“L-Lo?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, sounding shaky and broken. He turned his head toward you, staring into your eyes. Logan still refused to talk, or maybe he didn't feel like talking right now. It only made the tension in the air and especially between the two of you worse. You couldn't put a finger on this situation or his weird behavior.
Slowly he lifted one of his calloused hands, holding something in it that looked pretty small in his big palm. His eyes moved from your down to his hand as he stared once again at it. Logan was sure that he had studied this thing for around half an hour already. He felt a lot — fear, happiness, uncertainty, but also so much love. It was too much for him to handle, or maybe it was too much because he found out the way he just did.
“What's that?” You asked, trying to get a better look so you would find out what he was holding there. Logan turned his face back to you; there were a lot of emotions swirling in them, and when you finally got a better look of the thing in his hand, you swallowed thickly. It couldn't be that; it couldn't. You made sure that it would be hidden until the evening where you had planned a dinner — and then you wanted to tell him. But now it looks like you were hiding it for other reasons than just making it a special moment.
“I should ask ya that, bub." Logan said the first words since he found it. His voice hoarse and his tears glistened slightly with tears as he held the thing further up. You had the perfect view on it then. You felt a lump in your throat, your eyes searching for Logans. “Is it true? A-Are you pregnant?”
You nodded, anxiety bubbling to the surface, and you pulled your legs closer to your chest, wrapping your arms around it while you kept your eyes on Logan. He closed his eyes, a shaky breath leaving his slightly parted lips. One of his hands — the one that wasn't holding the pregnancy test — ran through his hair, pulling softly. Logan leaned forward, resting both of his thick forearms on his knees while he stared at the test.
He had so many questions about it, so much to say, but yet he was sitting there and couldn't get a word out of himself. There wasn't a thought that would have made sense if he had said it out loud. Or almost no thoughts — there was one who slipped past his lips, his insecurities too much to push them away.
“Why didn’t ya tell me? I-I mean, how long do ya know it already? Did ya plan on telling me?” The questions suddenly blurred out of him after the first words fell over his lips. Logan felt so insecure and lost, not knowing how to react when you answer his question differently from how he hopes. Your boyfriend didn't even know if he wanted to hear the answers. “Is it even mine?”
You gasped, and your eyes widened even more as tears welled up in them. Logan didn't look at you yet, but he inhaled deeply, knowing about the tears in your eyes. He slowly turned his face, swallowing the pain when he saw your tears. His heart clenched; he just wanted to comfort you, but he was also too scared, too vulnerable himself.
“Bub, i-is it mine?” He asked; this time his voice was steadier but still heavy with emotion. You nodded; of course, it was his. You never had eyes for anyone else but Logan; you would never cheat on him. Not when you had the sweetest and most caring man at home. Logan loved you no matter what, and you knew it.
“I-it’s yours; I wanted to tell you. But I wanted to make it special. I wanted to make dinner for us,” you mumbled, your eyes teary as you looked at him. Logan nodded, feeling regret as he heard your words. He bit his lip, nodding to himself. “I love you; I would never cheat on you, Lo. You know that, right?”
Relief filled his chest; he sat up straighter and nodded. He was finally able to calm himself down. He nodded, opened his arms, and waited for you to get the hint and crawl into his arms. First, you were unsure about it; you weren’t sure why, but you were vulnerable, and you knew he was too. But your body moved on its own, slowly letting yourself fall forward until you were resting on your hands and knees to crawl over the bed to Logan.
He immediately wrapped his arms around your smaller frame as he pulled you into his lap. Logan’s thick arms wrapped tightly around you, and you hid your face in his chest. Inhaling deeply, you immediately relax in his warm and familiar embrace.
“‘m sorry, bub,” he grumbled softly. Logan placed his chin on top of your head, sighing softly. His fingers were caressing your back, drawing small circles on it. “I’m happy to get a little one with you — more than happy. It’s just—“
“Your insecurities,” you finished his sentence. Logan groaned quietly, making you chuckle, but the two of you knew you were right. His insecurities were something he suffered quietly most of the time; he got jealous when you talked to younger men or when you laughed with someone he didn’t know.
Logan trusted you with everything, but there was that little voice in his mind that screamed at him that he wasn’t enough for you. You could find someone younger and would be happier with him then.
You lifted your head and leaned back softly before you captured his cheeks with your hands. You smiled softly before closing the gap between the two of you and pressing your lips softly against his. It was just a small kiss, but as you pulled away, you saw the love and affection back in his eyes — no more fear or insecurities.
“If you don’t want it, we can talk about it and find a solu—“ you are interrupted by his hands on your mouth. Logan glared at you like you were crazy before he removed his hands to press his lips against yours. He didn’t want you to say it out loud because there was no way he wouldn’t want that child — your child.
“Don’t ya dare sayin’ that. I love you, bub, and I— I was just overwhelmed. I thought you were hiding it. But I want it. I want it with ya. I would love it even if it wouldn’t be minded, but knowing it is, yes!” He mumbled against your lips before kissing you deeply once again. “I love you; I always have and always will. But they have to get my claws, or I have to buy them a pair of these fancy kids Wolverine costumes they sell at Halloween.”
After a moment of a lot of kisses, Logan suddenly got up with you on his lap and turned around. He threw you on the bed and kneeled down in front of you. He pushed your shirt up and smirked at you, leaning to your belly before kissing it softly. “Hi, little Lo. Before you can talk back, some rules.”
“LOGAN!” You shout with a giggle before slapping the back of his head softly. He grinned into your skin, kissing you once again. He wasn’t bothered about your cute little swap; he was a man on a mission.
“So, don’t hurt ya mommy; do ya here me? I will do the washing and whatever, but I can’t cook. So if ya want food, ya have to be nice, or ya will get some disgusting burned food,” he grumbled, his big hands sneaking over your belly. Your baby belly wasn’t visible yet, but it didn’t matter to him. It was his — it was yours. He was going to be a dad with the prettiest girl carrying his baby. “But now... make some space down there. And keep ya lil claws in ya hands, lil Lo. Daddy has to make things up to ya momma.”
“I love you too, Lo. But am I allowed to decide if I want you to make it up to me like that?” You asked, but Logan shook his head. Of course, you could say no, and he wouldn’t force you, but he knew that you just wanted to tease him. And he loved it, but he couldn’t help continuing to kiss your belly down to the waistband of your pants with a smirk, his big hands gripping you by your sides and holding you tight against him.
"Mhm... maybe when I’m done. But first I want to give ya more of my lit Lo’s. And then we can make dinner together,” he mutters under his breath — emphasizing the ‘together’. Logan was tickling you when his warm breath came down on your skin. You chuckled softly, shaking your hand while you were running your fingers through his soft brown strands. As you pulled him away to kiss him again, he grinned at you. The kiss was deep, passionate, and filled with love and desire — letting him know that you don’t have any complaints about his plan — about your boyfriend giving you more sweet little babies.
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Under the Stars
Pairing: Ghost X Reader
Summary: You love the way the stars look, and he loves the way you feel beneath them.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), creampie, kinda size kink, like really minor cum-eating ig???
Word Count: 3K
A/n: Okay so i was supposed to move into my new place on october 1st but I only JUST moved this past weekend so everything has been SO Hectic but here you go enjoy this and please enjoy the lovely soft fluff while it lasts 😌 for my marvel babes - dw, i have a whole bunch in progress right now that I hope to pump out soon!
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"Thought I might find you up here."
You hum, not moving from your spot on the roof of the base.
Ghost walks up behind you slowly, rolling up his mask and lighting a cigarette on his way.
"Wha're you doin' out here alone? Shouldn't be roaming far like this."
You peel your eyes away from the sky above you to glance over your shoulder at him.
"The stars. They are so pretty," you whisper, nothing but awe in your voice.
He nods, glancing up at them, then returning his gaze to you.
"The view is especially lovely tonight."
You grin at his compliment then look back up at the sky.
He makes his way closer to you, close enough that you can smell the smoke from his cigarette wafting on the wind.
Your nose wrinkles and you turn around to face him, looking at the offending item with disgust.
He chuckles at the look on your face and takes another drag.
"What? Not a fan?"
You shrug and look at it for a long moment.
"I never tried."
"Do you want to?"
You think about his offer for a moment and then nod, stepping closer.
Instead of offering you a puff, he brings it to his lips and then presses his lips against yours.
He blows the smoke into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip as he withdraws, and you can't help but cough a little. You stare up at him with wide, hungry eyes, and he chuckles softly.
"How do you like it?" He asks, a new warmth to his eyes.
You smack your lips together a few times then look up at him through your lashes.
"I try again?"
He nods, cocking his head to the side in confusion when you push his hand down and lean toward him.
You press your lips to his, tongue darting out immediately to meet his, to taste the cigarette in his mouth.
He lets out a hum of surprise. It's not like his little mouse to initiate intimacy like this.
He responds by deepening the kiss, tossing his cigarette onto the ground and wrapping an arm tightly around your waist, keeping you pinned to his body.
You tug away after a moment, giggling breathlessly like a teenager in love.
"Dangerous game you're playing, mouse," he growls, one hand squeezing the flesh of your backside.
You only tuck your bottom lip between your teeth and bat your eyelashes innocently up at him. Your hands smooth over his chest, up his neck where you knot your fingers in his blond hair.
His free hand finds your hip and squeezes you tightly once in warning.
"Don't start something you can't finish, little one. I'll fuck you right here and you know that."
A shiver ripples down your spine at his brash words. He's so blunt and to the point and it makes heat pool between your legs.
You give his hair a gentle tug and bring your lips toward his ear.
"Maybe... maybe I want that."
He grins and leans down, dragging his nose over your throat until he finds the spot he wants to sink his teeth into.
A soft gasp falls from your lips at the stinging pain, and he's quick to smooth over the spot with his tongue.
"Y'want me to fuck you up here? Where anyone can hear? Anyone could see?"
Your breath hitches and your eyes flutter closed as you tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to your smooth neck.
"You hurt men who look at me before. Nobody will look."
If he wasn't so aware of how fucked up he is, he'd probably be ashamed of how hard your statement makes him.
Because it's true. He's killed men for looking at you, touching you, and that's not about to change.
If anyone thinks they can look at you like that, while he's ravishing you, they have another thing coming.
And if a man ever feels bold enough to try to touch you? He'll be praying for death by the time Ghost's done with him.
He grips your jaw tightly and forces your head back so he can assault your mouth with sloppy hot kisses, a new fire sparked within him.
You melt into him with a mewl that he devours, letting him move you around and maneuver you in whatever way he likes.
Why wouldn't you? He's your Ghost, he always takes care of you. And you're sure this will be no exception.
He hoists you up, big hands splaying across your ass when you wrap your legs around his waist.
Your arms wind around his neck and you cling to him, squeaking in surprise at his quick movements.
He's unfazed, peppering kisses down your neck as he lowers himself to his knees with you attached to his body like the added weight is nothing. And to him, it might as well be.
He doesn't even want to think about how easy it would be to manhandle you, to break you if he really wanted to.
Instead, he focuses on how easily you accept his kisses, his hands on your skin, his hips rutting into yours when he lays you on your back.
You dig your head into the ground beneath you when he gives a particularly firm thrust of his hips. Your eyes flutter open and you gasp at the beauty of the scene before you.
Your Ghost, his eyes full of fire and passion, is all-consuming, and he's framed by the most beautiful night sky you think you've ever seen.
You could die happily right here.
But not before an orgasm or two.
Ghost kisses his way up to your mouth, keeping you blissfully occupied as his skilled fingers work the buttons of your pants, shoving them down your legs.
He does the same with your shirt, yanks it up as high as he can and slides a big warm hand into your bra, squeezing one of your breasts and rolling his thumb gingerly over your nipple.
You whine against his mouth, hips rocking desperately, and he chuckles against you.
"Eager, are we?"
Pouting, you pull your lips from his and give him your best puppy dog eyes.
"Ask for what you want, mouse."
Some of the heat from your core floods upward to your face, and you nervously toy with his sweater.
"Want you," you murmur softly, sweetly.
"How do you want me? Where?"
Your eyes meet his and you take the hand on your breast and slowly push it between your legs, sucking in a sharp breath at the feeling of his skin so close to where you need it most.
"Here, please."
He hums, nodding thoughtfully as he gently strokes his middle finger through your folds, rubbing your clit absentmindedly.
"You want me to play with this pretty little cunt? Is that what you want? Want me to make you cream under the stars, my pretty girl?"
You nod, squirming on the ground beneath him when he leans back and yanks your pants off fully. He pushes between your thighs once more, eyes stuck on your core, and you whine softly.
"Please, Simon."
His eyes snap up to yours at the use of his first name, and he feels the need to comply. To do anything and everything you ask of him.
He holds your gaze as he lowers himself onto his stomach between your legs, and you can't help the butterflies that fill you at the sight, the idea of what he's about to do.
Pushing his mask up the tiniest bit more, he spits on your cunt, grinning when you jolt, a sharp gasp leaving you.
"Be good f'me, wanna taste you."
He hooks his arms under your thighs, hoisting your legs up over his broad shoulders. One big hand is splayed on your lower abdomen while the other grips the top of your thigh tightly as he darts his tongue out and finally gets a taste of that which he craves.
His tongue works slowly at first, almost experimentally. Tasting you, exploring you in a way that no one else has, and that no one else ever will.
His eyes roll back for a moment, and he groans at the taste of you. Tangy and sweet, everything he never knew he needed and so much more.
Once he's satisfied with his first meet, he really gets to work, flattening his hand against you to pin your hips down as he latches his mouth onto your dripping core.
A soft moan falls from your pretty lips and his eyes lock onto your face, watching intently as you begin to make the sweetest little sounds.
His tongue works over your clit, massaging at first before applying more pressure.
"Oh!" You cry out, one hand flying down to the top of his head, grabbing a fistful of his balaclava. He snakes one hand away to cover yours, wrapping your hand around the black fabric and encouraging you to tug it off.
You keep your eyes shut tightly as you do, following his guidance as he drops the black fabric onto the ground then brings your hand back to the top of his head, allowing you to thread your fingers through his hair.
The strands are soft against your skin and you can't help but give a soft tug, smiling when he groans against you.
He immediately gets back to work, sucking your clit into his mouth harshly, relishing in the squeak you let out.
He repeats the action a few times before bringing a hand down to join his mouth.
Two thick fingers push their way inside of you, gently massaging your walls while his mouth continues its assault on your clit.
Your back arches, yanking on his hair a little bit harder as you grind your hips against his face.
He eases a third finger inside of you, spreading them slowly and stretching you out before he begins sliding them in and out. Each time he plunges them deeper, and you cry out when he hits your g-spot.
His eyes are focused on your face, watching as your eyes stay shut. Pretty sounds fall from prettier lips, and he wishes he had a camera out to take a picture of you when your orgasm washes over you.
Your mouth drops open and your core clenches, squeezing his fingers to the point he has no room to keep thrusting.
Your thighs clench tightly around his ears, and your nails scratch deliciously at his scalp.
Your shoulders shudder and you suck in a sharp breath, a quivering moan leaving you as you rock your hips through your high.
He slowly pulls his mouth off of your cunt, kissing his way up your body, stopping for a moment to pay close attention to each breast.
His tongue flutters around your nipple, teeth grazing lightly before he repeats the action on the other side. He slips his fingers from your heat, leaving only his middle finger inside of you, pumping shallowly.
Finally, his lips meet yours and you can't help but gasp, immediately melting into it. You can taste yourself on his mouth and it only makes you hungrier, more desperate for him.
"More," you whisper against his mouth, rocking your hips into his hand.
He chuckles, pulling away and latching his mouth onto your neck.
"Greedy girl."
He rolls you onto your stomach effortlessly, pushing you onto your knees and urging you to keep your chest on the rough ground.
The deep arch in your back puts your cunt on display, and he can't help but groan at the sight. All sloppy and wet, dripping and drooling for him.
He shoves his own pants down his legs, freeing his aching cock. He hisses at the feeling of the cool air against his hot skin, shifting forward to slide his length through your twitching folds.
You whine at the feeling, digging your nails into the ground.
"Please," you whisper, wiggling your hips back the tiniest bit only to receive a harsh smack on your ass.
You yelp, and Simon's quick to soothe the stinging area, stroking your skin gently before spreading you apart to watch as he nudges his cock at your wet little hole.
You hold your breath as he slowly pushes inside of you, filling you up inch by thick inch, until he's fully sheathed within you, balls pressed tightly against your clit.
Your body trembles beneath him, and he can't tear his eyes away from where the two of you are connected.
He pulls his hips back, groaning at the drag against your tight walls. Your pussy grips him tightly, visibly clinging to his cock as he pulls out slowly, only to push right back in.
The stretch of him is so good, so much, and it makes your head spin.
He's no better.
He has to consciously stop himself from drooling as his eyes stay glued to your tight cunt, the way it clamps down on him. The way he stretches your body to its most intimate limits, and you let him. You ask him to.
His Mouse, soft and pliant beneath him like he couldn't tear you in half if he tried.
The thought makes a sound akin to a growl rumble in his chest, and he grabs you by the back of your neck and hauls you up, pinning your back against his chest.
His head presses beside yours while he wraps an arm around your waist, keeping your body pinned to his as he begins to bully his cock into your small, waiting body.
"Simon," you gasp, grabbing his wrist as he forces every thick inch of it into your snatch.
It's too much too soon, and you're not sure if you can take it. Your poor little cunt is already aching at the stretch of his fat cock, but he's determined.
Your pussy throbs around him, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.
"S-Simon... oh..."
He groans in your ear, pushing you back down and tugging your arms behind your back.
You huff out a heavy breath, pressing your cheek to the ground as he pins your wrists to the small of your back.
He fucks into you harder, faster, getting off on the power he has over you, the trust you've so willingly given to him.
"Wanna feel you cream f'me," he whispers hoarsely, eyes focused on the mess dripping from between your legs every time he pulls his hips back.
You only whine, cunt clenching at his words.
"Tell me who you belong to," he orders, hand dropping from your hip to find your clit.
You cry out softly when his skilled fingers begin rubbing circles around it, the sensation making your toes curl.
"Say it," he snarls, hips speeding up when he feels your walls clamp down on his cock.
"Simon!" You finally gasp, arching your back as your climax washes over you, the stars behind your closed lids rivalling the ones above you.
"That's right." The words are said more to himself than to you as he chases his own high.
He pulls almost all the way out as his cock twitches, cum spilling inside of you, and then he fucks his way back into you, painting your walls white, claiming you from the inside.
Slowly, he stills his hips, leaning back onto his haunches and pulling you with him to keep his cock lodged inside of you, making sure not a drop spills out between you.
You whine at the movement, nestling your ass against his hips and carefully pushing yourself up onto your elbows as you catch your breath.
Tilting your head back, your teary, lust-clouded eyes find the stars once more, and Simon groans when your walls flutter around him again.
Gently, the way he is with only you, he smooths a rough hand over the delicate skin of your back, smiling lightly to himself at the goosebumps that rise.
Eventually, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you up against him again, this time peppering gentle loving kisses against your neck as he slides his cock out of you.
The two of you groan at the loss, and he's quick to drop his fingers to your centre, lazily fucking them into you to prevent any of his seed from leaving your body.
"How you feelin?" He asks, fingers toying inside of your sensitive folds.
You whine, turning and seeking out his lips.
He's quick to give you what you want, kissing you sweetly and softly as if he wasn't fucking you within an inch of your life only minutes before.
"Can I bring you inside? Run a nice hot shower 'n bring you to bed?" He asks against your lips, grinning when you nod.
He pulls his fingers out of your core and pops them in his mouth, humming at the taste of the two of you.
He helps you dress, ever the gentleman, and spins you to face him before he's put his balaclava back on.
You stare up at him with wide eyes as he finally bares his face to you, and you feel awe bubble in your stomach.
Nervous fingers flutter over his face before finally resting on his skin, and he holds your waist as you take your time mapping out the new skin.
You trace over the scar on his lip, the one you've grown familiar with in all the times he's kissed you. The thin few on his jaw, one on the bridge of his nose that faintly drags across his cheek if you look closely enough.
Then your eyes finally return to his, and you suddenly feel shy under his gaze.
"What?" He asks, tugging you closer when you shy away.
You bite your bottom lip and press a kiss to his jaw, kissing up over his cheek and toward his ear.
"Pretty," you whisper, kissing your way back to his mouth and swallowing his chuckle.
His tongue finds yours for only a moment before he's pulling away again.
"Yeah? Think m'pretty?"
You nod, resting your chin on his chest so you can stare up at him, his lovely face framed by the beautiful night sky.
"Very pretty."
You thought the view was amazing before, but now? Now it's something that will stay ingrained in your brain forever.
And you're not upset about that. Not one bit.
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"Kyotani!"
your voice rings through the gym, stopping the conversation that Seijoh‘s team was having. said boy turns his head to look at you, a scowl pulling on his lips when you shouted his name like that in front of everyone. he can’t be too mad though, not when you’re waving so enthusiastically, obviously happy to see him.
he grumbles something under his breath before breaking apart from the group to walk over to you, ignoring the gazes of his nosey teammates. they’ve never seen you before, and he certainly hasn’t said anything about you. they’d definitely remember if the Mad Dog had mentioned someone, especially someone as attractive as you.
in reality, you two have been dating for a few months now, though you’re keeping it quiet. he doesn’t necessarily mind anyone knowing, he just hasn’t specifically told his team because he doesn’t want them teasing him about it.
when he reaches you, he grunts in greeting, and you smile as you extend his jacket he lent to you the other day.
"here, i washed it," you chirp, looking much too nice to be talking to someone like Kyotani. he shakes his head at your offer though, waving off the jacket.
"keep it, i never wear it anyway," he grumbles, keeping his voice low so his teammates don’t overhear. his words make you smile though, and you nod eagerly, holding the clothing to your chest.
he can hear his teammates whispering amongst themselves, trying to guess the relationship between the two of you and how you know him. it irks him, and he’s trying his best not to just drag you off somewhere a bit more private to talk to you. he knows that would only make them even more curious though, so he’s stuck standing a respectable distance away from you while listening to his teammates gossip.
"do you wanna walk home together?"
your voice brings his attention back to you, his ears drowning them out as he listens to your sweet request. practice is nearly over anyway, and he knows you were probably waiting for him in the first place, which makes his chest feel… funny.
he only nods in response, gesturing for you to wait outside so he can grab his stuff. there’s no way he’s letting his teammates near you, they’d only bombard you with stupid questions.
"okay! hurry up," you urge, smiling at him in a way that makes his earlier annoyance immediately melt away.
before you turn to leave, you tip toe and give him a quick peck on the cheek, one that has nearly his whole team gawking and gasping. it leaves him a bit surprised too, and he can feel his ears get warm from embarrassment. you look cheeky though, practically skipping out of the gym to wait outside for him like you didn’t just shell shock half the team.
as soon as you’re out of sight, an uproar follows as his teammates surround him, immediately asking questions and demanding details. he just rolls his eyes, huffing out short answers as he goes to gather his stuff.
…brat. ♡
sort of a start of my kyotani series, which will honestly just consist of random drabbles and whatever else i can think of.
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Angel - (sick harry blurb)
In which Harry gets sick and Y/N takes care of him. (almost 2k words)
warnings: just fluff, clingy and soft h
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The early morning light filtered through the baby pink curtains of Y/N’s apartment, the sun shining brightly against the window. But it did nothing to hide the dreary weather outside. Rain pattered against the glass, the persistent drizzle a constant reminder of the cold that had settled in overnight.
Harry had come over to Y/N’s apartment the previous evening after their study session at the library. They’d cooked pasta together and had dinner while watching TV.
Y/N stirred first, groaning at the heavy weight on her, her bladder achingly full. She opened her eyes slowly, rubbing the sleep from them, and looked down at Harry, who was practically on top of her. His head rested on her boobs (his comfort place), tucked under her chin, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, and his legs tangled with hers. His breathing, usually steady and even, came in shallow puffs. Y/N frowned, shifting slightly to get a better look at him. His cheeks were flushed, and strands of his curly hair clung to his forehead with a sheen of sweat.
“Harry?” Y/N whispered gently, nudging him. He groaned in response. Furrowing her brows, she carefully moved his hair from his forehead to check for a fever. “Oh, baby… you’re burning up.”
Harry cracked open one eye, the usual bright green dulled and tired. “I’m fine, just give me two minutes, I’ll get up,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse and gravelly—a clear sign the weather had hit him harder than he wanted to admit. “Just a little cold.”
Y/N checked his fever by placing her hand on his neck, confirming what she’d already suspected. “You have a fever,” she murmured, carefully detangling herself from his clingy grip despite his half-hearted protests. “And you’re definitely not fine.”
“Where are you going?” Harry whined softly, his face disappearing under the blankets, with only his eyes and a head of curly hair peeking out.
Y/N smiled softly at him; he looked so cute peeking out from the blanket. “I’m just going to run you a bath and make some soup. I’ll be right back, alright?”
Harry let out a muffled groan but nodded, not having the energy to argue. He ducked his head back inside the blankets. He loved when Y/N took care of him like this, comforting and doting on him, even if he hated stressing her out. He wished they could just stay in bed all day, skipping all responsibilities.
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Y/N entered the bathroom, checking the water temperature to make sure it was warm enough for Harry—he liked his water practically steaming. She always teased him that one day he’d burn his skin off, but he’d just laugh. She added some essential bath salts to help his body relax. Once the bath was ready, she walked back to the bed and gently tugged at Harry’s arm.
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” she coaxed. He grumbled but let her lead him to the bathroom. She helped him sit on the edge of the tub, lifting his shirt off, Harry didn’t realize how sore and achy his muscles were until she raised his arms. Eyes half-closed, he groaned as she guided him into the warm water. He let out a contented sigh as the warmth eased the tension in his aching body.
Y/N left a soft kiss on his forehead, then headed to the kitchen to make some soup. She chopped vegetables and added them to the chicken broth, keeping an ear out in case Harry needed her. The comforting aroma filled the apartment. She checked on him a few times to make sure he hadn’t dozed off in the tub.
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Y/N had always loved cooking—it was a true passion of hers. She enjoyed trying out new recipes and having Harry taste them. Most of the time, they turned out delicious, though occasionally they didn’t, but Harry never told her that; not wanting to hurt her feelings. Cooking was something she’d shared with her dad, who was an amazing cook. She still remembered ten-year-old Y/N trying to make muffins with him. Smiling at the memory, she continued stirring the soup.
Once it was nearly ready, she returned to the bathroom, towel in hand, and helped him out of the bath. She made him sit on the closed toilet seat, standing between his legs as she used another towel to dry his hair. Harry leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling his face into her stomach. She kept rubbing his hair with the towel until his curls were dry. “Feel any better?” she asked. He nodded against her stomach, making her smile.
Y/N gently tipped his chin up to check for improvement, He whined at her but still letting her do. His cheeks were still flushed, probably from the steam and cold, and his lips parted with shallow breaths. Placing her hand on his forehead, she noticed it was still warm but better than before. She helped him into a fresh pair of sweats and settled him on the couch, wrapping him in the softest blanket and rubbing Vicks on his forehead. He scrunched his nose, making her smile.
After handing him a bowl of soup, she watched as he took slow sips, visibly relaxing as the warmth spread through him. “Is it good?” Y/N asked, though she knew it was.
“So good,” Harry replied immediately, his mouth full of soup. Honestly, he’d eat anything she made, even if it tasted like garbage—though luckily, she was a fantastic cook. A few minutes later, he muttered, “I told you I’d be fine,” between spoonfuls, trying to sound nonchalant but clearly grateful.
“Uh-huh,” Y/N replied, handing him a couple of cold medicine tablets. “And I told you that you’re definitely not fine.” She smirked as he took the medicine without protest, finally too tired to argue.
Once he was settled, she sat next to him, getting under the blanket. Almost immediately, he leaned over, resting his head on her shoulder and wrapping an arm around her waist. “Can we stay like this for a bit?” he murmured, his voice a soft rasp.
Y/N smiled, gently rubbing his head. “As long as you need,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. He shifted closer, nuzzling his face into her chest, clinging to her as if she was his lifeline (and she was), drifting into a deep slumber.
Y/N held him close, her hands gently rubbing his back and stroking his hair, comforting him and helping him feel better. The sound of rain pattering against the window and his slow, even breathing created a soothing lullaby, lulling her toward sleep as well.
In that quiet, comforting space, a deep warmth filled her heart. Just being there for him when he needed her most felt so right. And from the way his grip tightened on her, she knew he felt the same.
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BAD THINGS
SUMMARY: Maybe she should get your boyfriend out of the way to make you desperate just for her…
pairing: billie eilish x !fem reader
WARNINGS: smut, strap (r receiving), fingering, !toxic/dom billie, !sub reader, oral, dark side, cheating, stalking, bullying, mommy kink, pet names (babe, good girl, princess)
wc: 2,3k
a/n: HI GUYS ik you saw this fic before, but my blog js’ crashed idk why so hi again!! | english is not my first language! sorry if there may be some stupid mistakes in the text
a little inspired by oxytocin.
Los Angeles High School wasn't the best place for you, but you had people you cared about here, so you accepted everything that happened to you. You accepted your fate, all the shit that happened to you. You accepted all the taunts and mockery of the beautiful black-haired girl with the rotten heart. She was insanely sexy and attractive, but she was always cruel to you, never missing a chance to humiliate you. And you could say that sometimes it made you weak. But no one needed to know that.
"Why don't you be a good girl and get the fuck out of here?" She hissed in your ear every time you stood in the hallway. Her eyes were still playful when she looked at you like she was going to devour you. And you didn't know in what sense this. "You're going to have to work harder to make me be a good girl, Billie." You were just being mean to her, like she was to you. You had no other choice.
Once you answered her with something so sharp that for the first seconds she just stood there, looking into your eyes with a strange desire. To finally subjugate you. But you couldn't read it anymore. "Billie?" She was so strange that you started to get scared. Eilish didn't answer and just walked away. She didn't say a word, didn't turn around even once. It was very strange, but you just forgot about it. At least you tried very hard.
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You were sitting in your room and a little worried, because your parents went on a business trip for a few days and so your boyfriend promised to stay with you that night. It was already 10:44 PM, but he was supposed to come at 8:00 PM. You called him a dozen times already, but it was pointless. You decided to distract yourself and go to the shower. The cold water pleasantly cooled your body, hot from stress.
You managed to put on your nightgown. It was quite short, but you weren't expecting anyone. You dried your hair a little when the doorbell rang insistently on the first floor. "What the hell..." You whispered under your breath when you went downstairs. You thought your boyfriend would be there, but...
"Billie? What are you doing here?" Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at her. You couldn't help but notice the way she was looking at your body. "How do you know my address?" The words came out quietly, but she heard them.
"Your boyfriend is with you?" She had a predatory smile on her face as she finally looked at your face. You felt like she already knew the answer. You wanted to ask her again why the hell she was standing on your doorstep, but your mind was still in her hands. "No…" There was desperation in your voice, which only made her more excited. She chuckled, walking into your house without your permission. You were confused, but Billie didn't give you a chance to say anything.
"I know. Because he's at my party." She turned to you, clearly enjoying your scared look. "You should have seen him begging me to touch him..." Billie walked up to you. Her hand brushed your cheek. "I bet he never begged you like he did me."
You felt sick to your stomach when you heard that. You just couldn't believe she would do that just to hurt you. You tried to hold back your tears as you took a step away from her. "Go away." You felt like you were choking as you tried to walk into the kitchen to get yourself some water. You couldn't understand why you believed her words. Billie had been watching your actions the whole time. She wasn't going to leave. She had gone too far.
"Did you really think he was that good and only loved you? Poor, poor little girl..." Her voice suddenly sounded very close to you as you looked into her eyes. There was a meat grinder inside you, mixing all your organs into mush. You had never felt so awful. "Please, just leave me alone." There was so much desperation in your voice that Billie briefly considered leaving.
"Hush, baby. How can I leave you alone after this?" She stepped closer to you, pressing her body against yours. You looked up at her, trying to understand what was happening. "What?" Your hands fell to the counter where your back was pressed.
"Your boyfriend finally showed his true colors. So why can't I take advantage of your desperation? I just have to show you what you really deserve." Her words seemed so strange and false that you just started to go crazy. "He cheated on me with you. I hate you..." Tears streamed down your cheeks as Billie chuckled. You could hear the pleasure in every sound she made. "Oh, do you really think I touched him? No, baby, he's fucking other girls now." Those words sent a new wave of nausea up your throat.
"Don't worry, I saved everything for you..." She whispered in your ear as her hands settled on your waist. Her touch felt so heavy, or was it you who was so weak? "What are you talking about?" You forced the words out of you as you looked into her eyes. There was so much cruelty, pleasure, and power in them that your knees buckled.
"You have no idea how much I've been waiting for the moment when he would stumble. When he would make way for me to get to you. Babe, I've been waiting so long to make you so desperate..." Billie sounded so wild that it really scared you. You suddenly understood all her looks. Every thought that was behind her actions. "I'm obsessed with you."
"You're crazy..." You tried to break free from her grip, but she only held you tighter. "Because of you."
"I wanna do bad things to you." Your mind was clouded with the pain of betrayal and a strange desire. Wild and irresistible. You didn't understand why she had this effect on you. You couldn't look away. "I wanna make you yell." With every word her gaze grew darker. This was her dark side. The one no one had ever seen. Billie grabbed your hand, leading you to the second floor. She knew your house. She knew your house?
"You were staking me..." The words came out of your mouth with horror on your face. Billie led you to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. "Of course I did. I needed to impress you." She smiled predatorily, approaching you like her prey. You must have been her prey. "No one in this world can give you what I can do." She combed your hair with her fingers, leaving a kiss on your forehead. "But I don't wanna treat you well right now."
Your insane fear of her was igniting a fire of desire in you. You were disgusted with yourself, but you couldn't help yourself. You just looked at her, silently letting her do whatever she wanted.
"Good girl." Billie smiled, lifting the hem of your nightgown. She looked at your hips hungrily. "I wanna see what you can take." She led you to the bed, laying you down on your back. You felt awkward, because she was fully dressed. You were wearing too little, under her gaze you felt completely naked.
"So beautiful... Just for me." Billie smiled, removing your nightgown. The cold air sent a wave of goosebumps down your body. Billie looked at your breasts, smiling hungrily. She ran her tongue along your neck, sucking on the soft skin until she left several marks. "You're mine." It sounded so sexy that you brought your thighs together. This little naughtiness didn't escape Billie and she clicked her tongue. "No baby, keep your legs wide open for me." You whined at her words, spreading your legs. You felt humiliated, but the feeling made your pussy drip.
"That's it baby. Such an obedient girl for mommy." Your eyes widened in shock when she called herself that. You fought the urge to bring your thighs together again. "Mommy?" You whispered softly, looking into her eyes. This whole situation looked terrifying in the darkness of your room.
"I can be anything for you." She smiled, taking your hand in hers. Billie guided it down to her pants. You felt something hard in her pants. It made you gasp. "I may not have a real dick, but what I'm going to give you is so much better than your boyfriend's." Billie stood up, taking off her pants. Her thighs were curvy, you wanted to touch them. The strap looked so sexy on her. "It's big. I'm not sure I can take it..." You raised yourself up on your elbows, trying to get a better look.
"No, princess, you'll take it all. You'll let mommy fill you up to the brim, right?" Her voice sounded so sweet, you just couldn't refuse. "Yes, yes..." Billie smiled, climbing on top of you again. She pulled your panties down. She was trying to be patient, but you could see her breaking.
"Please…" You looked at her, pleading in your eyes. You needed her touch. For the first time, she looked at you seriously. "Do you need me to be gentle?" You looked into her eyes and saw how much she hoped you would let her be rough. "No." One word was enough for her to press a hungry kiss to your lips. She devoured you as her fingers settled on your clit. Her movements were slow at first, until you moaned into her mouth. She couldn't hold on any longer. You sighed as two of her fingers found their way into you. Just the fingertips. It was so damn little that you immediately began to move your hips, trying to get them deeper, but Billie wouldn't let you. "You're so wet. Tell me who for and I'll give you more." There was absolute power in her voice, it made you drip harder. "You, for you…" You closed your eyes as her fingers abruptly entered your wet pussy. She moved quickly because you didn’t need to get used to it, you were so ready to be filled with her.
“So beautiful…” Billie watched as your pussy swallowed her fingers with every thrust. It wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to taste you, to devour you. Her head was between your thighs. She licked and sucked your clit as you writhed under her touch. “One more… One more.” You begged her for more, you could feel the mess between your legs and it made you want to cum right now. A loud moan escaped your lips as she added a third finger, stretching you out just right.
“Fuck, Billie…” You were so turned on by everything she had done to you earlier that you were ready to cum now. Billie pressed her face harder against your pussy, slapping her tongue against your clit. Your moans sent a pleasant warmth down her belly. Her fingers hit your g-spot. She stopped eating you for a second. "Cum." That was enough to make you fall apart on her tongue.
"So delicious" Billie smiled, licking her lips. It looked so dirty, but you loved it. She looked at her fingers, completely covered in your juices. "Open" You obediently opened your mouth as two of her fingers were in your mouth. It was your first time tasting yourself. You cleaned her fingers and Billie looked at you with pride. "My good girl… Now you are ready for me to destroy you. Completely" Fear was etched on your face as Billie smirked. She aligned the tip of the strap with your entrance, teasing your pussy.
"Billie, please…" Your voice broke with desperation and need. Your begging was music to her ears. You moaned loudly as half of her cock was inside you. "Fuck, so tight…" She growled into your neck, entering completely. The feeling of being filled brought tears of pleasure to your eyes. Billie gave a few slow thrusts before picking up a wild speed. Her hips were slamming against yours. You grabbed the sheets, squeezing them tightly.
"Fuck, so good..." Billie placed your legs on her shoulders, fucking you deeper at a new angle. You were going crazy when she growled in pleasure. When she destroyed you completely.
"I wanna take a picture." You didn't expect those words from her. And you didn't understand what kind of picture she wanted to take. You looked at her with disbelief. "Trust me, princess." Billie grabbed her phone, which was lying on the edge of your bed, and opened the camera. Your legs were laid sexily on her shoulders, she bit her lip, looking at the camera. Probably, if someone saw these photos, they wouldn't know whose legs these were. Only a small tattoo of an angel on your ankle could give it away. The photos were blurry, but it was even better that way. You don't know what else she did, but in a minute your phone starts ringing downstairs.
"What did you do?" You try to keep your voice steady, but your voice is shaking from the relentless thrusts. Billie smiles, leaning her head down to your face. "I think your boyfriend is just jealous."
She sent him the photo.
"Billie! What the-" Another deep thrust cut you off. Right now, the pleasure Billie was giving you was more important than your boyfriend.
"Cum for me." She sounded sweet as you fell apart on her toy. It felt so good, exactly what your boyfriend couldn't give you.
"Now, as long as you're still breathing, don't you even think of leaving"
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Wade grabbed the doll in his hand and began whisper in the ear……
Jason was at home enjoying his time. Finally free from the crazy ex that he had been stuck living with for so long because of a rental contract. But now he was free. And what’s even more is that he even managed to snag the magic coin his ex had. One that could grant wishes. He’s seen it happen before! His finance would wish for money or a better job at work and boom it would happen. He would just never let the damn coin go long enough for Jason to wish the two into separate apartments. Then when wade was going through the apartment looking for the coin Jason just laughed knowing he’d never find it. It was hidden by that point and he wasn’t going to take any chances with wade wishing them back together.
Jason looked down at his dog and smiled. “I bet you’re happy aren’t you max ! “. Max wagged his tail.
It was finally time for Jason and max to move on. Walking to the kitchen he started feeling some pricks on his back. Rubbing his shoulders and letting out a deep sigh of relief. It had to be stress. Standing in the kitchen he got some water. But the feeling didn’t go away. And he began to hear whispers. Looking around he seen nothing. But something was definitely off! Then his hand moved on its own! “What’s going on!” And then he turned around on his own. “What’s happening!” He struggled to fight it but he couldn’t. As he continued to hear the whispers in his apartment. His struggled with every movement. Taking him closer to wear he had hidden the coin. “No no no!” It wasn’t long before the coin was in His hands.
The whispers continued to get louder and louder. He struggled again as he walked back to his living room. Words continued to try and come from his lips against his will. He moaned. And gritted his teeth as the first began come out against his will. “I……” he struggled to fight. “Wish…..” his mind was racing as he was internally screaming—please no! No. I don’t want to say this !!—. He was breaking out in a sweat. And then he finally lost the fight “I wish to make a permanent body swap with max!” Finally in control again his hands flew to his mouth. “ no no that wasn’t me !!” But as Jason looked at the coin it has already began to turn red and vibrate. Jason began to run away but felt as though he hit a wall as he watched his body fall before him. Looking down he was ghostly form. Looking over his shoulder he seen Max laying on the floor. The same ghostly form hanging over bis body. Jason. Holding back ghostly tears as he and max were slowly being pulled to each others bodies. Slow at first. Then as if on fast forward. Jason’s last astral works would screaming “No!” Which carried over into barking ad he was trapped in his new permanent canine form.
Max stood up from the floor. Confused and processing new human knowledge.
He stretched in the sun. Looking down he wiggled his toes and seen his own body. Staring at him sadly. A big grin popped across his face as his new brain had caught up with him.
Picking up the coin. He made a wish “I wish for Wade to move back in”. After all the dog loved him! And now Jason would to.
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Kinktober Day 30
Moniker: ? Risk Level: Medium. No resident is permitted to be alone, everyone must have someone else in the vicinity to keep them in check. Brief: Free-use Safeword: Refer to first brief. You can stay in your nest all day today if you want kitten, but step out of it and you’re fair game - Keegan
You battered your fists against Ghost’s thick thighs but he didn’t react. Your chin hurt from scraping against the scratchy material of his trousers and your jaw was about to snap from being stretched so far to accommodate his heavy cock in the back of your throat.
“You can bum one off of me.”
As his hands left the back of your head to fish around for his pack of cigarettes, one of Ale’s settled there instead and kept you pushed down to the root, nose crushed amongst Ghost’s thick and messy pubic hair.
Fucking assholes. It had taken a whole 6 minutes of wandering outside of the nest to come across the pair of them talking. Without breaking conversation Ghost’s arm had snatched your waist to pull you in and then he had pushed you to your knees and with no ceremony fished his soft cock out and shoved it into your mouth.
They had carried on as normal while he used your throat as a toy, getting harder and bigger all the while. You had started fighting it when he reached the back of your throat, revelling in the fact that it make his cock twitch on your tongue anytime you smacked your hands against his thighs. The little smirk he wore told you that he was well aware that you were enjoying this, hard to hide with how you were riding your own heel.
He held out a cigarette for Ale to take in his mouth before with no reaction from him cum started pulsing down your throat. There was no chance of not swallowing, not with how far his cock was stuffed. All of that cum just slid straight to your stomach, the hand holding you not giving an inch until every drop was inside you.
When Ale did let you go Ghost stepped back while swiftly tucking himself in and you were left putting your hands on the ground so you could gulp in deep breaths. Ghost set his hand on your head and ruffled you like a dog before walking off to go have his cigarette in the outdoor area while Ale waited for you to recover and helped you up, crushing your body to his so he could whisper in your ear, his words coming from the side of his mouth on account of the cigarette still on his lips.
“Come to my room before dinner corazón.”
He left you with a scrape of teeth on your earlobe and then he was off to smoke with Ghost.
You leaned against the wall and tried to calm down. Your body had been fully wound up from being face fucked while the two of them stood over you as if you weren’t even there, but you resisted the temptation to slid a hand down your sweats and get off. It seemed like cheating somehow.
Why had you left the nest again? Oh, breakfast. Right. You wanted to go grab something for breakfast. At least that was your excuse considering you could have just used the little tablet in there to get whatever the hell you wanted delivered.
Getting to the kitchen was uneventful. You hadn’t been in here a lot over the month, but you liked it. It wasn’t some industrial, cold cafeteria. It was like a big, high end family kitchen with plenty of counters with one of those huge smart fridges and a frankly gorgeous range of appliances.
You thought that if you lived here you really would take up bread baking along with a slew of cooking, baking, fermenting or whatever else because it was just nice being in this space. Maybe you’d spend a chunk of your pay on getting a new kitchen put in.
Velikan was coming from the opposite direction as you approached the door for the kitchen and they quickly crowded you against the wall, covered your eyes with one hand and lifted their mask with the other before kissing the living daylights out of you. You giggled, actually giggled like a fucking kid, when they pulled away and planted a little kiss on the tip of your nose before replacing their mask and lifting their hand.
You noticed then that they were all geared up. Ah, they were on the way out weren’t they? It’s not like you expected to be informed when any of them were pulled for a mission and you were glad Gaz had at least mentioned it, but it was a reality check about your situation. Military, this was a military operation you were on.
“Be safe out there” you said quietly, not sure if that was crossing a line but fuck it, it was your last day.
They pressed their masked forehead to yours and caressed your cheek and just held there for a moment before taking a step back and nodding. You watched as they disappeared down the corridor and felt a pang of horrible worry for them, but shook it off and went through to the kitchen.
Farah and Calisto were cooking and when you wandered in both took the time to plant a quick kiss on you. It was nice, Calisto dipped more bread in the egg mixture so you could have some while Farah hummed along to the radio.
You went to sit down on one of the stools at the kitchen island to eat your French toast but Farah pulled it away without explanation. Not that it took long to realise why when you were shoved over and hands were pushing your sweats down to get access to your cunt.
“Did you want some coffee?” Farah asked the newcomer as her and Calisto both sat and started tucking in to breakfast.
“Thanks but already had some.”
It was Alex. He swiped his fingers through your slit and pumped two inside you to check you were wet enough which you most certainly were before following the same path with his cock a few times, bumping your clit and teasing your hole.
“Stop teasing” you whined, wanting to get fucked already.
Fuck, three whole days without something inside your pussy and you felt like you were losing your mind. What had these people done to you?
“Open up mon amour” Calisto said, holding out a fork of food for you.
You weren’t sure if it was humiliating to be used like this, to have sex with you reduced to something so unremarkable and common that it happened over breakfast. Your body didn’t seem to mind, your pussy was over excited and giving dripping winks to Alex to try coax him in.
Your lips closed around the French toast and you moaned at the dual sensation of thick syrup and thick cock smearing across your lips. Calisto’s eyes crinkled with fondness as your chewed.
“Good?”
“Mmhm, it’s delicious, thank you” you answered as she cut off another bite and held it in the syrup to soak through.
“So polite” Alex said. “Gonna be polite for me too darlin?”
The oxygen got punched from your lungs when he finally pushed inside. You could imagine the pretty lettering around his cock disappearing into your soaked pussy, your juices sinking in to the ink. Having Farah eating her breakfast right next to you pulled a low moan from you because that was her name you were soaking, her cock you were taking so well.
“T-thank you Alex” you said.
His little noise of approval mingled with Farah’s and you felt your whole body react. You liked this. You liked being good for them, being available for them to slake their desires. Fuck, you really needed to spend some of the obscene amount of money that was going to be sitting in your bank on an incredible therapist.
“More!”
Calisto and Farah chuckled at your little demand, as if you were a child asking for more pancakes and not bent over and begging for Alex to rail you into next week. Thankfully he listened.
“Fuck how is your pussy this tight?”
He fucked you hard and fast, your whole body sliding back and forth on the countertop. When you flinched just a little from thinking he might be going too deep he readjusted your body and softened his thrusts a little which had you melting into the counter top. You went to play with your clit but he just grabbed your hand and slammed it back on the counter where Farah held it down, Calisto holding down the other just in case you were tempted.
“Please” you cried, so fucking turned on and desperate to cum. “Please touch me! I need to cum!”
“You’ll live darlin’.”
You could have cried when he slammed inside and came with a satisfied groan. No, no, no. You had already gotten close to that edge with Ghost, it felt even worse this time and you desperately clenched around his cock, trying to wriggle and get him to just the right spot to send you over the edge.
“Nice try” he laughed as he pulled out, leaving you leaking cum and frustrated.
“You’re the worst” you whined.
“Aww he is isn’t he? Now eat your breakfast mon amour.”
You let her feed you as Alex made quick work of cleaning you and shucking your sweats back up before he sat and the three of them chatted away as if you hadn’t just been fucked over breakfast.
Jerks.
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Keegan made sure you knew he was there when you wandered out for some fresh air. You appreciated it because it soothed some initial worry at seeing Nikto by himself staring at a patch of flowers. There wasn’t someone on cameras here, so even though you didn’t dislike Nikto you didn’t want to put yourself in a dangerous position without any backup.
As it was with Keegan close by, leaning on the wall of the building but otherwise leaving you to it, you didn’t feel too worried about going over.
Nikto wasn’t wearing his mask, hadn’t been since that tattoo. There was something so… nice about being able to see his face. It was hideous and scary, but it was him. You could see how the side of his mouth with more function quirked up in a smile when he saw you, see how his eyes dragged up and down you.
“Hi Nikto, how’s your arm healing?”
“It heals well zhizn moya.”
You startled when he went to his knees, peeling your sweats down and kissing fondly at your stomach before peppering kisses down onto your pussy.
“Oh! Ah, that’s… fuck that’s nice. But it’s, well the brief. You can do whatever you want today Nikto, I would let you know if I needed you to stop.”
“And what I want is to make my woman feel nice. This is ok?”
Oh my God. Your face was on fire and your knees were weak. Stupid crazy, mutilated romantic. You nodded, not able to even meet his eyes because you were so bashful about it all which was ridiculous. You were sure the heat radiating off you in a little cloud only got worse when you caught Keegan’s eye and saw he was laughing at how twitterpated you were. Asshole.
Nikto’s tongue was achingly gentle as he explored. He was inexperienced but seemingly willing to take the time to see what made you softly moan and pet his hair. When he sucked lightly on your clit and it made you jump he turned into a bit of a bully about it, teeth and tongue devouring your bundle of nerves until you were fairly certain if he wasn’t holding your hips your legs would have went from under you.
Even the pain from his teeth sinking in to the fat of your inner thigh felt somehow gentle.
As clumsy and unpracticed as he was you knew he would make you cum without much more and you smiled down at him when he pulled back for a moment to meet your eyes.
“Feel nice?”
“Mmhm, feels very nice.”
“Good.”
And then he kissed his bite mark on your thigh and stood, fixing your sweats back in place. You blinked at him in disbelief.
“You will have to come back to me if you want to feel very very nice zhizn moya.”
Keegan’s snickers floated around in the background and you shoved Nikto’s chest in a huff, but he only grinned at you in a way that made his face twist.
You stormed back inside, flipping Keegan off on the way.
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“Only one sweet thing, and you’ll keep your pretty mouth shut about it.”
You hadn’t even known this storage closet was here until Mace had invited you into it and while you’d like to say you weren’t stupid enough to go into it with him alone since he seemed to have ditched whoever was supposed to be paired with him today, you were so horny you could cry.
So here you were in an enclosed space with a man who could very easily kill you and hoping he’d give you an orgasm instead.
He grabbed you and moved you a little, your back to his front and facing the corner, but given that it ended in his hand down your pants you weren’t too bothered by the fact he seemed to be set on a certain angle. You were so pent up, your clit so swollen and needy and your hole weeping such a fountain of slick arousal that two of his fingers slipped in with no resistance what so ever.
“That pretty mouth beg?”
“Fuck off” you hissed, hips desperately thrusting to get his fingers deeper.
“Oh?”
He went to remove his hand and you grabbed his wrist.
“Please Mace! I am begging you, please.”
He laughed and started to pump his fingers into you again, his thumb easily finding your clit. He was barely even circling it and you were hurtling head first towards cumming already.
“Please” you choked out, genuinely close to crying with how much you wanted this.
“Smile for the camera” he whispered into your ear.
Your eyes shot up and caught the red blink of the CCTV in the corner. You weren’t alone with Mace, not even close. Someone was fucking watching and it had been planned. Your pussy clenched painfully on his fingers and his other hand slapped over your mouth to muffle the scream of euphoria from the strongest orgasm you think you had ever had.
All that edging had really been for something, because you just totally collapsed and he had to quickly remove his hand and catch you, leaving a wet streak on the side of your t-shirt with his dripping hand having to hold your waist.
“Makes us even King” Mace said to the camera.
King. König. Jesus, what a way for them to make up.
“Remember, mouth shut. We never made that pussy clench up like that.”
With that reminder you were set outside the closet and he was whistling as he walked off even as you wobbled and tried to remember your own name.
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Ale’s room was gorgeous, you wondered if all non-residents were allowed to decorate a room for themselves just in case they were detained. Not that you could really pay attention or form the sentence to ask, because he was currently balls deep in Rudy, both gloriously naked and glistening with sweat with Ale on his back and Rudy riding reverse cowgirl.
His moans were sinful as he leaned back on his hands so you could fully see him lift off of Ale’s cock only to sink back and swallow it all.
“Come ride him, make my boy cum inside that pussy so his ass can milk me” Ale ordered.
You didn’t hesitate, shoving your sweats off and climbing onto the bed. The positioning was a little trickier than you thought and in your eagerness you definitely accidentally kneed Ale in the balls, but he only hissed and gripped Rudy’s hips through it rather than stop.
There wasn’t any prep needed, you sank onto Rudy’s cock with a sigh of relief at being full, so wonderfully full.
Thankfully Ale still had his wits about him, because you and Rudy certainly didn’t. The two of you had tongues tangled and hands wandering, not able to get into any rhythm at all. With a grunt Ale got to work, thrusting up into Rudy’s ass which sent him deeper into your pussy.
You wanted to cum, but anytime you tried to get friction on your clit or angle things so that your g-spot would get the right amount of stimulation to get you there, either Rudy would shift or Ale would change tempo. It was maddening.
There wasn’t much warning from Rudy and it almost made you smile because this wasn’t the first time an orgasm had hit him out of nowhere. You loved him flooding you, loved how Ale released a stream of praises in Spanish as he pounded into Rudy to make the most of his ass squeezing around his cock and then spilled his own cum inside.
You tried to keep going, tried to trick them while they were all loose and loopy from the afterglow, but they were quick to get you settled and cleaned up for a nice nap. When you tried to touch yourself Rudy just laughed and held one of your hands, Ale taking the other. You were pretty sure this constituted torture.
—
You had been trained in evasion and you had been in situations in the field before where you had to use it, but it had been a while. You forgot how your heart pounded, how you felt like a fox trying to escape a hunter.
“Come on out doggy, can’t hide forever” Nova sang, her voice bounding off the walls of the kitchen where you were currently crouched behind one of the counters.
“Isn’t it easier to give in little lamb?” Valeria added, saccharine in a way that had your hair stood on end.
You knew they were going to ruin you. They had said as much while taunting you as you manouvered through the Kennel to evade them. Honestly you’d have been happy to hand yourself over if not for the fact they’d never let you cum. You’d figured out that was the game today and they had all but confirmed it, you were supposed to spend your last day getting edged and go home unsatisfied and aching.
The orgasm from Mace and König wasn’t enough, already you wanted more. If they got their hands on you, you were sure you would completely break down and agree to anything to get them to let you cum. Agree to stay forever.
Your pussy was throbbing.
They were splitting up and moving away from the door to the hallway. You held your breath.
“You just come on our and agree to stay and we’ll eat you out for days” Nova said.
You saw an opening and bolted for the door, spilling out into the hallway. You didn’t think your poor cunt was ever going to forgive you for it, but if they caught you then you’d give in, you knew you would. You’d blame it on horniness, blame it on your body. You’d be lying and you knew it.
They gave chase and you were skidding around corners at lighting speed, heart like a rabbit in a trap.
You crashed into the nest where they could not follow, going tumbling onto the ground as a hand grazed you on the way. Almost caught, one more second and you would have been.
Why were you so disappointed?
—
Price was there as you walked up to the exit. You were at odds with yourself, desperate to leave but desperate to stay. He said nothing, just kissed you warmly goodbye and sent you on your way.
He was doing the right thing he thought, letting you go. Now he just had to stuff down the part of him that wanted to lock you up and keep you forever.
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tony stark
warnings: pet names, riding, and anything else i missed, not proofread
one evening tony was down in his workshop fixing the right hand of his iron man suit. you took the stairs down because you had some paper work to deliver to him, as you typed in your password, the door opened with a greeting from jarvis
tony instantly looked up from where he was when he heard the door open and jarvis greeting you
“y/n..i don’t remember calling for you?” tony said with a slightly confused look on his face
“you told me to bring you these files, remember?”
“files..files..oh yeah, those files”
he took off the hand to the suit and placed it besides him on the couch, “you can just put them on that table over there” he nodded towards one of the tables that besides the couch
“i rescheduled your meeting with one of the buyers again” you turned to him after setting the stack of files on the table, walking back to where he was and standing in front of him as you crossed your arms
“why?” he asked, resting his hand on the couch armrest as he rested his chin in his palms
“because you’ve been missing them- or should i say avoiding?” he gives you a shocked look, bringing his hand from the armrest and putting his over his heart, acting as if he was offended
“what, me? i would never miss a meeting”
“it’s not funny tony, this meeting is very serious”
“and i’m being very serious too” he sarcastically said, a small smirk forming on his lips as he mimicked you crossing your arms, man spreading as he did so
you rolled your eyes and sighed, “why do i even bother” you muttered to yourself
“don’t worry i’ll find time to go to the meeting”
“and when will that be?”
“when im dead”
you rolled your eyes again, turning on your heels as you headed towards the door, “goodnight mr stark, i’ll see you in the morning”
you were about to leave when tony called out your name, “wait y/n, i need your help with something”
you turned back to face him, tilting your head to the side a little, you asked, “what can i help you with tony?”
he motioned for you to come over as he patted his thighs, “i need you to test out something for me. sit”
“sit? you want me to sit there?” you pointed to his thigh, furrowing your brows in confusion. he chuckled and nodded, “yes?”
“okay..” you reluctantly agreed and walked over to him, taking a seat in his lap as carefully as possible
“come on, don’t be shy”
he grabbed your hips to position you better on his thighs, seating you down where he wanted you to be
he picked up the right hand to his suit and slipped it onto your hand as the glove started to adjust to your hand size, now it fitted like it was made for you
“wow” you muttered under your breath as you inspected the glove
“now put your hand out and aim towards that car” tony whispered behind you, his breath tickling your ear slightly
“aim at it?” you questioned but did as he said
“why am i aiming for the car tony-“
you didn’t even finish your sentence as a blast came from the glove and hit the car with a loud explosion
you flinched as you screamed, covering your mouth in disbelief as tony laughed at you
“i’m so sorry mister stark i didn’t think it would actually hit the car” you looked back at him as you apologized
he laughed again as he shook his head “it was meant to do that and don’t worry, that car is nothing, i can get a new one”
you sighed as you rolled your eyes and took the glove off, handing back to him
he give you a mocking smirk as he threw the glove back somewhere on the couch and turned back to you
still sitting in his lap, he gently grabbed your hips and pulled you closer
“was that all you needed me to do mr stark?” your voice was barely above a whisper but the atmosphere was getting thick as tension begin to increase
“i just need you to do one more thing..”
tony was inching closer until his lips were grazing yours
his hands gripped your thighs and your waist as he finally locks lips with you, his tongue darting out instantly to taste you
tony deepened the kiss, his hand on your waist pulling you closer still. he pressed his body against yours, his free hand cupping your cheek, tilting your head back to give him better access to your lips
you reached up, wrapping your arms around his neck as you returned his kiss, tilting your side to the side to further deepen the kiss too
he grabbed your thighs to reposition you on his lap, making you to straddle him as he begins to unbutton your top with one hand while the other one slowly crept up your skirt
after unbuttoning your shirt he pulls out the kiss to look at you, both of your lips slightly swollen from how hard he was kissing you
he slid off your shirt and begin to admire your body, moving his hands up to cup your breasts as he leans done pecks the left one, then the left, showing equal appreciation to both of them
he reaches behind you and unclasps your bra, watching and ogling your breasts when they became free from your bra
“so perfect” he muttered to himself, worshipping you before leaning down and pressing soft kisses to your collarbones, then making his way down to your boobs as he slips one into his mouth
he lets out a low hum against your skin, a small smirk on his lips as he continues to suck on your nipple
he starts to move his hands down, gently caressing and rubbing your thighs before switching to your other nipple
with his lips still attached to your nipple, his tongue swirling around it, his hands goes back to your thighs as he pushes up your skirt. his fingers travel up to your panties, teasing your by running his fingers along the hem of them before he slowly starts to pull them down
you lifted your hips up to give him a easier access to slipping your panties off
“so needy” he looked up at you, giving you that smirk again
“well maybe if you weren’t a tease”‘you playfully rolled your eyes as your hands moved to the hem of his shirt, taking off as he slid your panties off to your knees and then ripping them off you to fully take them off
“don’t worry i’ll get you a new one” he said before you could because he already knew you were gonna complain about it
“you better” you replied back and now it was his turn to roll his eyes at you
you reached down to unbutton his jeans, pulling his zipper down as he legged his hips a little you allow you to pull his jeans down
he watched you with anticipation as you slowly reached for his boxers, tugging it down to free his cock
both you were now naked on the couch, bodies molded together as you sloppily made out, his cock grazing and rubbing against your clot every few seconds, which pulled a whimper or a moan from you each time
“need you so bad” tony said in between kiss, his breath hot against your skin
your only response to him was slightly lifting your hips and grabbing the base of his cock to steady him before lowering yourself down onto him
he cussed against your lips, his forehead resting against yours as he felt you easily swallow him due to how wet you were
“fuck, i could come already. you feel so good” tony groaned against your lips before kissing you, his hands grabbing your waist as he lifted you up and then pulled you back down onto his cock
you both moaned from the sensation as you tightened around his, your cunt squeezing and clenching around him
he started to move you up and down as his tongue worked inside your mouth. you held onto him, fingers tangled in his hair as your other hand clawed at his back, leaving cat like scratches
his fingers gripped your sides, digging into them slightly as his cock slipped in and out of you with ease, stretching you out each time
you could feel yourself getting closer to your release, throwing your head back in pleasure as tony lips instantly attached to your neck and begin leaving kisses, bites, and hickeys all over
“m’so close tony”
“i know baby, you’re squeezing me so hard, m’gonna come just from how tight you are”
tony bucked his hips upwards to fuck his cock into you deeper as he hit that good spot inside you
it’s as if he already knew your body and all the little places on your body he could touch that’ll make you melt in his arms. he was fucking you so good already, making sure his cock would be the only cock you ever take again
your grip on him tightened even more as you felt yourself coming closer to your climax
“come on baby, give it to me” tony moaned into the crook of your neck, the sweat from his forehead dripping down your back
few moments later of him bouncing you up and down, using you like his own personal fuck doll, your eyes closed tightly as you clenched around him, releasing onto him with a low moan
tony cussed under his breath as you squeezed him, he tried to find his breath, too lost in feeling of how good you feel around him that he doesn’t notice he’s already coming a few seconds after you
biting down onto your shoulder as he found his own release too
his movements did not stop, he continued to bounce you on his cock until he was done coming
the room was now filled with the sound of the two of you breathing heavily, chest rising and falling in sync
“wanna go out for coffee tomorrow” tony looked up at you, smiling sweetly like he didn’t just fuck you dumb
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About Time
Plot: While attending a Halloween event, you gain the attention of others. Something your friend Seungcheol really seems to hate.
Pairing: Choi Seungcheol x Gn!Reader (friends to lovers)
Requested Prompts: 'Jealousy: You attend a Halloween party and 'x' can't handle the attention you are getting from others, this causes them to make their feelings known.' + 'A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.' (<changed slightly) and "If you get scared you can hold onto me." "Oh you'd love that wouldn't you?" "Very much."
Combined Requests Of: Anonymous and @tumbleboof
A/n: Not really all that Halloween themed but I hope you still like it!
Words: 2.5k
It's not that you hated attention, but the sudden amount of it you seemed to be receiving made you a bit uneasy. You knew your costume was a bit more on the sexy side than you usually wear, but you weren't expecting it to cause a bunch of guys you didn't really know to migrate towards you like moths to a flame.
And it's not that Seungcheol didn't think you looked great, but the sudden amount of attention you were getting pissed him off.
Where were these guys when you were dressed normally? He glared at them. They only paid you attention because they liked your body now that they could make out more of it. They didn't care about you, just how you looked.
His hand was clenched tightly around his drink as he watched you closely from across the room. He could tell, though you were smiling and laughing, you were a bit uneasy from the attention.
If anyone looked at Seungcheol right now, it would be clear as day he was jealous. Not at the attention you were giving others, he knew, or at least hoped, you weren't interested in any of these guys. But you came to the party with him, and now you were spending it with others. He let out a deep sigh as you laughed at another joke.
He brought this on himself. He was the coward who never made a move or told you how he felt. Watching this must be his punishment.
Straightening up as a guy who had been heavily flirting with you, leaned in to whisper something in your ear, Seungcheol's blood ran hot.
Before you could respond to the man, your eye's shot over to Seokmin who turned the music off and stood up on a chair to announce something.
"The haunted maze is now open in the back!"
You felt a bit of relief at this, hoping some of the people surrounding you would leave to take part in the maze, and you could get a little space.
As some grabbed their friends and headed out, you were taken aback when a few of them all asked you to go with them. You heard a soft laugh from the guy beside you. He had been the one who whispered to you, asking if you were single. He had also been the one flirting with you the most during the party.
Suddenly his hand nudged yours as he smiled confidently at you, as if he knew you would choose him. "Let's go together."
Before you could reject him, you felt someone walk up behind you and wrap his arm around your waist. Looking back in alarm, your eyes met Seungcheol's familiar gaze and relief washed over you.
He smiled at you before he looked at the guy beside you. "Sorry, but we planned to go together already."
His arm left your waist as his hand slipped into yours, "Come on."
Turning and leaving with Seungcheol you let out a soft sigh as you looked over at him. Your words died in your throat as you saw the stone-cold look on his face. He didn't look back at you, and you wondered what happened to make him so mad.
Seokmin greeted the two of you happily, his eyes drifting down to your intertwined hands, and he repressed a grin as he gave Seungcheol a knowing look.
Seungcheol rolled his eyes as he walked with you towards the maze, his heart fluttering as he realized he was still holding your hand.
When you entered the maze, you glanced back at Seungcheol. His gaze wasn't as hard as it was before, but he still looked angry. Gently tugging at his arm, his eyes shot over to you.
"What's wrong?"
He hesitated to speak, not sure if or how he would tell you. Part of him wished it was obvious. He cleared his throat softly. "Nothing."
You frowned, wondering if you did something. Just as you opened your mouth to ask, a hand shot out of the maze with a loud scream, causing you and Seungcheol to both jump in surprise.
Seungcheol quickly pulled you away, as you clung onto him. Noticing this, his heart skipped a beat.
You let out a soft breath, "Why exactly did we come in here? We both hate this kind of thing."
He let out a soft laugh, "Good question."
His mind and body moved on their own before. When he heard those guys flirting with you and asking you to go into the maze with them, he felt nothing but jealousy and protectiveness. He was not going to let that happen. So, he swooped in and stole you away from them without really thinking about the maze itself.
You were growing more anxious as you went on, not just because of the maze, but because of Seungcheol's behavior. You couldn't shake the feeling that you had done something. Gently, as you made your way through a doorway, you released Seungcheol's arm and stepped away from him.
He did not fail to notice this, and his chest clenched when you did it. Why did you let go of him?
Another jump-scare had you both jolting forward and around a corner. You groaned but let out a soft laugh and Seungcheol chuckled.
Swallowed nervously he watched you closely as he spoke. "If you get scared you can hold onto me."
You scoffed softly with a playful tone in your voice. "Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you?"
He grinned, "Very much."
The way he said this made your heart skip as heat rose up your neck. You glanced at him and saw a smile that made your stomach fill with butterflies. The crush you had but pushed away floating to the surface again.
You repressed a grin, "And here I thought you were mad at me."
His eyes widened a bit as he frowned. "What?"
You looked at him pointedly and he realized why you thought that. He let out a soft sigh as he gently ruffled the back of your head, "I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry I made you think that."
"Then why won't you tell me why you are upset?"
He shrugged, his voice defensive. "Who said I am upset?"
You raised your brow, "Your face does, you looked like you wanted to kill someone earlier. But it's fine, you don't have to tell me."
The sulkiness in your tone as you walked ahead of him pouting made him grin. He let out a sigh as he repressed the urge to tell you how cute you were when you were like this. It drove him crazy.
Seungcheol took a few large quick steps to catch up to you, just as he got to your side. Someone (you would later find out to be Hoshi) dressed as a clown ran past screaming.
You stepped back in fear, avoiding him as he ran past. Instinctively, you grabbed onto Seungcheol for safety.
Seungcheol let out an annoyed groan at the scare, before he looked at you to see if you were alright. Noticing you were clinging onto him again, he grinned as he gently walked with you, hoping you wouldn't pull away from him again.
He kept his hand encased over yours as you gripped his arm, walking close together. "I'm sorry I dragged you in here." He said after you both flinched from a sudden noise.
You let out a soft laugh, "It's okay, I'd rather be here than back out there."
He looked over at you, "If you were uncomfortable you should have texted me, or given me a look, I would have come saved you."
You smiled softly, "I thought about it, but I didn't want to be rude to them or take you away from whatever it was you were doing."
He let out a soft breath, "What I was doing was standing nearby watching you to make sure none of those guys did anything inappropriate."
Your head snapped towards him, "You were watching me?"
He faltered to speak for a moment, unable to tell if you were angry, or just surprised. "Well... yeah?"
You watched him for a second before you let out a soft laugh and pinched him, making him hiss.
"Next time come save me yourself, jerk."
He grinned to himself, but also felt frustration at the fact he hadn't helped you when it turned out you wanted it.
You faltered in your steps a bit and looked over at him. Catching your eye, he tilted his head in question, but you looked away, keeping silent.
If he had been watching you that whole time, what made him so angry? Could it be that they were flirting? Or that that one guy got so close? Or maybe you were just imagining things. You let out a soft sigh as you confused yourself with your thoughts.
"Oh!! The exit!" You yelled in excitement as you suddenly saw the exit appear as you rounded a corner. "Come on!"
Seungcheol suddenly felt his chest tighten, the fear that if you exited, he would lose his chance all over again.
He stopped, making you halt as well. "Wait."
"What?" You looked around, wondering if he saw or heard something.
He swallowed as he looked over at you. "I was jealous."
Your heart skipped, "Huh?"
When he spoke, his words tumbled out quickly, knowing if he took too long to think about it, he might fail to say what he really wanted to.
"I was jealous. That was why I looked so angry before. I hated that those guys were getting all of your attention."
"You didn't like that I was paying attention to them and not you?" You couldn't hide the growing amusement in your voice and Seungcheol groaned.
"Don't make it sound like I'm a child!"
You laughed, "What? I didn't. I just... why were you jealous? And I don't mean of what, I mean why."
He looked around, making sure you were still alone, "Well I- I was afraid you might end up liking one of them, and-" You tilted your head as you listened, and his heart fluttered. He sighed, unable to take it anymore. "I like you, okay?"
Your eyes widened at the sudden blunt confession. "What?"
"I like you; I always have. As more than a friend. I've been wanting to tell you for a while, but... I'm a coward." He let out a soft scoff.
All your thoughts came to a crashing halt as your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.
"You're not a coward Seungie."
The sudden use of the pet-name made his stomach flutter as he clenched his eyes shut. Were you about to let him down gently?
He let out a soft breath as he looked at you again. "I am."
"Then we are both cowards." He frowned at this, and you smiled softly, "I didn't tell you how I felt either."
His eyes widened a bit as he questioned you with his gaze before he spoke softly, as if he might scare you off if he spoke. "How you-... Y/n, do you like me too?"
His heart was racing now. In all this time he spent tormenting himself about telling you his feelings, he only ever saw the fact you might feel the same as a miracle.
You nodded softly, "I do. I guess neither of us considered the fact it might be mutual."
You let out a soft giggle at Seungcheol's bewildered face. The sound made a smile slowly spread across his face as he let out a soft scoff.
"Wait, wait." He brought his hands to your shoulders and looked directly into your eyes, making you freeze up nervously.
"So, we like each other?"
"I think that's what just happened, yes." You chuckled.
He stared at you as he slowly grinned, "I feel like I'm dreaming."
You bit back a laugh. "Do you want me to pinch you again?"
He chuckled as he shook his head, "No," his eyes suddenly flicked to your lips as a sly smile spread across his face, he leaned a little closer and spoke a bit softer. "But you can kiss me."
Your breath caught in your throat as you opened your mouth in shock. Gently smacking his chest you looked around, "Seungcheol!"
He giggled, "What?" Suddenly he seemed to be filled with confidence now that he knew his feelings were returned. He spent all this time pining, why not do something now that he can?
"You don't want too?"
You bit your lip, and he saw you fighting a smile. "Not here!" You said resolutely and he chuckled.
Taking your hand in his, he grinned. "Okay." Suddenly leading you towards the exit, you let out a soft laugh. He looked back at you. "Then we'll go somewhere else!"
You felt like you had the whole zoo rampaging through your stomach as you let him lead you out of the maze, through the packed party and all the way to his car.
Stopping by the passenger side door he turned back to you, suddenly stepping close to you as he peered into your eyes. "Is here okay? I was gonna wait until I drove you home, but-" he gently caressed your cheek, "I really don't want to wait anymore."
Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked around, not seeing anyone close by you shyly met his gaze as you nodded softly.
Smiling, he slowly leaned in closer, his hand cupping your cheek. Your noses brushed as he kept his eyes locked with yours. He went slow, making sure you weren't going to pull away. When you didn't, he closed the gap between you and pressed his lips gently against yours.
You showed no reservation, so he deepened the kiss, slowly. When you began returning the kiss, your hand gently gripping his shirt, he placed his hand on your back and pulled you flush against him.
Seungcheol would be lying if he said he had never imagined kissing you before. But he would not be lying if he said it was a thousand times better than what he imagined.
His heart fluttered and he felt like he could float away out of pure happiness. Naturally, the kiss became more passionate, both of you getting lost in each other. Your arms were now linked around his neck as one of his hands weaved messily through your hair.
You only pulled away when you heard a loud wolf whistle from nearby, causing you to look around. Seeing your friends Joshua and Vernon, trash bags in hand as they teased you.
"It's about time!" Joshua yelled as Vernon gave Seungcheol a thumbs-up
"Oh my God." You groaned as you buried your face in Seungcheol's chest.
He let out a chuckle as he shooed the boys away, his own ears burning from being caught.
"Come on." He chuckled as he pulled open the car door for you, leaning in, he spoke words that made your face burn hot, "We can continue this privately."
xx End xx
I hate endings, I never know how to do it naturally
Anyways, this is the last part in the 13 Days of Halloween 2024 series. I hope you enjoyed reading!
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Use Me (Kinktober Fic)
Succubus Reader x Various JJK Men
.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter Six.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.
During the slight hesitation people were considering that it wouldn’t happen, almost laughing at the idea as if they didn’t want to see it.
You wouldn’t go that far.
They whispered tauntingly. As if this were all up to you and not the three men whose minds were turning as rapidly as their growing cocks.
Would she degrade herself like that?
Little did the audience know, that was exactly what you wanted. You would have done it in front of the whole world. You didn’t give one ounce of a fuck. No one gets shamed for eating a slice of pizza, this was the same. You were feasting, but instead of pizza, you were eating their curse energy. Draining them of their power so that you may fuel your bones.
You knew this was far from what they planned tonight. They always tried to hold off on how much they gave you at one given time. You think deep down they may fear that one day you would take that power and turn it on them. They were cautious and you didn’t fault them but the same could be said for them. You were weak right now, at their mercy. A lowly succubus begging for a spec of attention. They could squash you if they wanted but they didn’t and you don’t think they ever would.
You both shared a mutual agreement. You were practically enemies that used each other. A simple business contract built on trust and a sick fetish.
You could see their hesitation but also the smell of arousal.
They liked the idea of using you in front of these people.
You may have unearthed a deep-rooted desire that none of them were ready for. You weren’t surprised, they were attention-hungry whores.
Gojo flicked his head as they moved to the others who occupied the lounge.
Getou swatted them like flies, “Excuse me but we are having a private matter, you all need to leave.”
The group of superheroes began to giggle as the boys ushered out the extras and closed off the space with rolling doors that clicked when secured. The music was still able to be heard by the speakers that sat up in the corners.
Your supernatural ears allow you to hear the whispers between Sukuna, Getou, and Gojo as they walk back to you.
Gojo started it, “We all can’t give in to her she’ll be way too strong.”
Sukuna nodded as if the answer was clear, “I know that’s why she’ll suck my dick. Pet come here.”
“What why you? Slut you are sucking my dick.”
“Why don’t you both sit this one out? Don’t go to them come here, darling.”
They were all three glowering at each other and you as they beckoned you to them.
You inwardly rolled your eyes as your guest started laughing while calling out,
“Why not all three?”
“Yeah treat her like a proper whore!”
Wow, you didn’t even need to tap in. These people were psychotic.
You could still see a sliver of hesitation from them. You use your power to focus on the speakers, changing the festive tune into something more dark and seductive.
That seemed to please the others as they got excited.
“Maybe it’s them that’s scared.”
“I heard they were packing maybe it was lies.”
“Shut the hell up.” Sukuna growled as he grabbed for his cock pulling it out. The crowd gasped in shock at how well-endowed Sukuna truly was. “Come suck my dick bitch.” He yelled in irritation.
Gojo and Getou looked pissed. You held in your smile as you crawled to the three of them. They were just too easy.
For theatrics, you behaved shyly, looking at everyone before timidly taking the large cock presented to you. You kissed him appreciatively before sucking his tip between your lips. You let out a deep groan, tongue blessed by precum.
Sukuna’s eyes fluttered as he rested his hand on your head, “Take it how I like it…” he hissed in pleasure while rocking until he was in your throat. He was never one for patience, and lucky for him he could fuck your mouth just how he liked.
Rough and brutal.
There was just one thing that you had to do, to really get him going. The sadist loved tears. So you created a lot for him, sobbing as if you were in pain. Staring up at him as if begging for mercy. You tried to hide how absolutely good it truly felt. Finally being fed.
“Wow-“
“He’s so…”
“Look at her take that cock you can see it in her throat-“
The others watched in awe, but their words seemed to piss Gojo off. He wanted to be the center of attention.
You were pulled away, from Sukuna. Saliva trying to connect you back.
“What the fuck dude!?” Sukuna growled as Gojo slapped you in the mouth with his cock, making you moan as you flick your tongue out.
“You had enough.” Gojo hissed at him finally sliding you on his dick instead.
“I was about to cum-“ Sukuna went to grab you but Getou slapped his hand away.
“We can all give a little.” Getou spat on his tip while wrapping your hand around it. “It’s only fair Ryoumen.”
Sukuna was gritting his teeth while he stared at you drooling on Satoru’s cock. His balls were ready to be fucking unleashed in your damn stomach. Who the hell do they think they were? He didn’t care about sharing- they should have waited!
“Don’t -Ngh- be an ass wipe Sukuna.” Gojo grunted low so only he (and you) could hear.
You noticed what they were doing. Trying to give you little crumbs? Ha! Not if you have a say in this.
“Damn baby, you are taking me so good. I bet you’re wet right now huh?” He boasted like the performer he was. He just might like the crowd more than Sukuna.
“Come now don’t forget about me sweetheart.” Getou added as he poked his cock to your cheek.
Okay, they both might like this the most.
You switched between the both of them making them groan. Using your hands and your lips to make them feel good. You could see Sukuna coming down from his lust even though he was pissed. Logic seemed to be seeping back into his brain. However, you were greedy. You didn’t want them to think they were going to escape you.
Now to use some of the power you’ve gained.
You tethered your mind with the young fool who wanted to touch you earlier. Feeding him the desire to pull your panties down so he could show the crowd how much you were enjoying this.
(Sacrifices have to be made)
The puppet gulped as he pushed himself forward and onto the ground. Before his hand could even reach under your skirt Sukuna grabbed his wrist.
“The fuck did we say?”
“Ah!” The man cried in pain as his wrist began to shatter. “S-sorry! I just wanted to see if she was wet! Please!”
‘Show them.’ You pushed the words in Sukuna’s mind as they blended with his own thoughts. With the man’s hand still within his grasp, he reached with his left so he could lift your skirt. You released a light moan, wiggling your as they watched your essence leak past your leather panties and clung to your thighs.
“Damn, just from a blow job?”
“That’s crazy.”
Gojo grinned, “Told you. Our pet is quite the trained cocksleeve.”
Getou pulled out of your mouth as he asked you, “Isn’t that right? You love this don’t you?”
“Yes~please ~only your cocks can please mmph!” You could barely get the rest out before you were stuffed again.
You kept Getou and Gojo entertained, enticing the people to bring out their cameras so they could record and take pictures. (Although they will only find a black screen when they try to replay it.) The two men before you were like pornstars smiling for the camera, pushing their sweaty hair out of their faces as their eyes twinkled with mirth. Costumes pushed down to show off their sculpted abs.
Anytime one was about to cum they would push you off so you could work on the other.
Oh yes, they were very much loving this.
It wouldn’t be hard to get them to cum. But again, you were here for a three-course meal.
Being the multitasker that you are- you continued to tease Sukuna with the poor man.
“Come on man, I’ll give you anything if you let me fuck her.”
“This is mine.” Sukuna stated while dragging your panties down. “This ass is mine-“ *Slap*! “-and this pussy is mine.” *slap* you moaned from his hand popping your ass and cunt.
The boy let out a groan, “Oh my god- her pussy looks so good…” he whined.
Sukuna chuckled, “It is, but you will never know.” He swirled two fingers around your lower lips, and then inserted them in. He sucked in a breath as you arched against his fingers, squeezing him tightly. An image was flashed in his mind. Instead of his fingers inside you, it was his dick. He choked out a tight moan, his cock twitching with need. With a need for that image to be real. He knew you were taunting him, drawing him in so he could give you what you want. Using this baboon to play with his more selfishly wicked side. He shouldn’t give in, it was a very very bad idea-
Then an image pushed more urgently in his head, but this time it was of the little bastard fucking you- that pissed him off. Making him ditch all efforts to hold himself back.
Fuck it.
He moved without another thought, replacing his fingers with his cock.
Your lips popped open as you screamed in pleasure.
Gojo looked shocked, “Sukuna you dirtbag!”
Sukuna gave him the finger as he fucked you with wild abandonment, “Don’t cum then dick head-mm- Because I sure am.” His nails dug into you, making sure you, nor anyone else could stop him from his high. Sukuna growled as he looked toward the jealous man who wanted a piece of you. “This is mine- my pussy my pet, you got it?”
The man nodded dumbly-
“SAY IT! ALL OF YOU OR I WILL KILL YOU!” He snatched out his very real knife and pressed it against the boy’s neck as he cried out-
“SHES YOURS SHES YOURS!”
Sukuna was going off on his tyrant high. Laughing maniacally.
Perfect.
Now for the others-
Gojo gasped in shock as you grabbed his cock, pulling him deep into your throat, your long tongue coiling tightly around him.
He hissed trying to not cum, ‘Shit shit shit-‘
Getou grabbed him trying to pull him away from your lips but you had a hold of him.
“Gah-“
“Satoru don’t-“
Your throat and pussy began to tighten, buzzing with warmth. Blue and red eyes rolled back- And then they were both cumming at the same time.
Getou’s eyes widen, watching your tattoo curl around your limbs and face, your eyes glowing and then your wings burst out in a puff of red dust. Everyone gasped in shock but then the dust coated them and their eyes drifted closed. They will forget everything they saw tonight.
Gojo and Sukuna went limp and fell from you, collapsing right next to each other with blurry eyes.
“Stupid…fucking…stupid…ass…” Gojo croaked.
“F-fuck…you…” Sukuna retorted as best as he could.
You swiped your lips and hummed delightfully, sucking your finger as you stared at your next meal.
Getou looked upon you in slight fear. His friends were so damn dumb. “You had enough pet.” He growled lightly while tucking himself away.
You pouted while fluttering your wings, “Suguru… you don’t want to feed me?” Your eyes then darkened as did the room your voice echoing in his mind like a siren, “I know you want to.”
Fuck! Getou turned and ran for the door. Your sadistically sweet laughter drowned out any other noise. Within a flash, he was tackled onto his back, sliding a few paces away before he realized what happened.
You were on top of him with your wings spread, your tongue licked up his chest as you danced upon him. He panted, the trail of your tongue tingled, sparking every part of his fiber. It then coiled around his cock pulling it out.
He moaned gripping the carpet underneath him as he tried to ground himself for your seductive tongue.
You hummed pulling your tongue back into your mouth, twirling your hand around his length, “May I ride you? Please?” You questioned sweetly, rubbing his tip around your lower lips.
Getou’s hands twitched as he bit his lip harshly.
Gojo and Sukuna tried to speak from their spot,
“D-don’t-“
“F-fight it-“
Getou growled inwardly- ASSHOLES! EASY FOR THEM TO SAY WHEN THEY WERE THE ONES THAT GAVE YOU ALL THIS ENERGY!
You blinked at him, “Suguru~ but I’m so wet~ don’t you want to feel?”
“You’ve had-had enough pet-“
Stubborn.
Your wings fluttered as the room changed. Instead of the frat boy house you were in front of the elders, smack dead in the middle of them all.
Suguru let out a chuckle hearing them gasp in horror. Ah one of his deepest darkest desires? How could he hold back now. He reached up to grab your hips so he could pull you onto his cock.
“Fucking ride me then slut.”
“Mm~!”
Both of you moaned as the restraint was broken. You moved like wild animals, drowning in greedy pleasure.
It was all so damn delicious.
Suguru enjoyed the voyeurism and the biggest fuck you while fucking you image you played for him was perfect.
He didn’t last long, especially with the earlier foreplay. With one last thrust, he slammed you down and let out a loud grunt.
“Hmmm~.” You shivered feeling him coat your insides with his essence. Slowly but surely his grip loosened and then he collapsed while panting heavily.
After your euphoria ended you stood with a big smile.
“Ah~” you looked around feeling much more alive. You step over all of the bodies lying around, fixing your appearance as you walk out. “Thank you for the meal boys!”
They let out a light groan as you nearly skipped out excitedly.
It was time for you to go hunting.
You were still hungry after all.
.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.Chapter seven.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.
(coming soon)
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The Exorcist, 1973
Pairing: Buck x Reader
Word count: 1.8k
Notes: Man I’m really fighting to finish Kinktober, like I have ONE MORE to write
Day 15: Innocence Kink
Buck was definitely good at parties. As he stood in the kitchen, nursing a cold beer, Eddie walked over and patted his shoulder.
“Hey, we’re gonna do a game of spin the bottle, you in?”
“What are we?? 17?!” He scoffs as he sips his beer
“I made sure you were across from that girl you’ve been looking at all night”
“You know me so well!” He cheeses, wrapping his arms around Eddie and squeezing him.
You sit down on the floor, your legs crossed out in front of you. Your friend next to you giggles as Buck sits down across from you. You blush and look away from him, whispering to your friend, and Buck blushes, whispering something to Eddie before the game begins.
It’s been 10 minutes and Buck has already seen you kiss three girls and one guy, and that nearly had him ripping that guy's lips off and tossing them into the fucking ocean, but finally it’s your turn to spin.
Buck tries his best not to seem eager, and you get on your hands and knees, crawling forward to spin the bottle. You get several catcalls and whistles and grin, biting your lip playfully as you spin. You’re watching it go around and around when suddenly Hen knocks into Eddie, spilling his beer into his lap and leg kicks out, accidentally hitting the bottle….and it stops on Buck.
“Shit, shit- sorry” He gets up and groans, wiping at his pants
“I’ll use the upstairs bathroom!” You all watch him hurry away, Buck’s jaw practically on the floor as Ravi comes in, taking his place smoothly
“What are we playing?? Seven minutes in heaven??”
“I don’t mind a switch up” You crawl over to Buck and he leans back on his hands, his body extending easily.
“It’s up to you really” You bat your eyelashes at him and he nods dumbly
“S-sounds fun to m-me. Yeah sure, okay.”
You both get up and the game continues, setting more pairs up, He follows you into the bathroom, closing the door behind you. In the darkness, he can feel your small frame, your soft curves pressing against him. He reaches out, his hands finding your hips as he pulls you closer.
“I gotta admit” He speaks lowly, his lips brushing against your ear “I’ve had my eye on you all night”
“I was wondering if you were ever going to make a move”
“Shoulda done it way sooner…” His lips trail lightly over your jaw, leaving teasing little kisses
"So, baby girl..." he purrs, his voice low and husky. "What do you wanna do in here?"
You gulp nervously for a second and smile uneasily, he takes a second to pull away just a little to give you space.
“I gotta admit..” you blush, his face illuminated by the little nightlight in the bathroom “I’ve never done this before”
He chuckles softly, his hands still resting on your hips. "Oh don't worry, babygirl. I'll take good care of you."
He reaches out, his fingers finding the hem of your baby tee. Slowly, teasingly, he lifts it up, exposing your soft, smooth skin little by little.
"You've got such a cute little body," he murmurs appreciatively. "I bet you taste as sweet as you look."
His hands slide around to cup your ass, squeezing gently.
"Tell me, Sugar," he breathes, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks."You ever been kissed before?"
It’s such an easy question and there’s totally an easy answer… but the way Buck’s hands knead your soft flesh makes you think that maybe it isn’t all that easy to admit out loud.
“U-um…” he can hear the wavering in your voice “Maybe once or- or twice”
It’s starting to dawn on him slowly…. You might be a bit more innocent than he ever thought, than he ever imagined. His heart races at your admission, his cock throbbing in his jeans. He loves corrupting innocent girls like you.
"Just once or twice, huh?" He grins wickedly in the darkness, mimicking your tone.
"Well lucky for you, I'm an expert at kissing. And I'm more than happy to give you a few lessons."
He captures your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue insistently seeking entrance. His hands roam your body greedily, one sliding up to palm your breast through your shirt while the other slides your skirt up, exposing your panties.
He breaks the kiss, both of you panting slightly. "Fuck, you taste good. I could kiss you all night.”
“I hope you do” You mumble a bit deliriously, a silly smile on your face. Your hands come up to hold onto his arms as he trails kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin.
He smirks against your skin, pleased by your eager response. He continues his assault on your neck, his teeth grazing your pulse point. Your nails dig into his arm lightly as you moan softly when he bites down, clearly leaving his mark, even if it’s only for tonight. He’s praying it isn’t.
"You're so fucking sexy," he groans, grinding his hard cock against your hip and you gasp. "I can't wait to taste every inch of you."
He starts kissing his way down your body, leaving hot, wet kisses in his wake. His hands push your skirt up further, revealing your pink panties to his hungry gaze.
"These are cute," he murmurs, hooking his fingers in the waistband. "But they've got to go. I need to feel you, baby girl. Need to taste your pretty little pussy."
Your jaw drops as you feel him placing soft kisses on your thighs, giving you time to comprehend his next step, you can feel his smile against your thighs and you nod.
“O-oh you… you want to-“
"Come on, pretty girl. Don't be shy. I promise I'll make you feel so good."
He starts to slowly pull your panties down, revealing your bare pussy inch by inch. He groans at the sight, his cock twitching in his jeans, he could only hold back for so long.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," he breathes, his fingers skimming over your slick folds. "You want this, don't you? You want me to taste you, to make you cum with my tongue?”
“I-I do. I do want it” Your voice wavers a bit shyly and his heart races at your words, his cock throbbing with need. He can't wait to taste your sweet innocence.
He helps you lift one leg over his shoulder, opening you up completely to him. He takes a moment to admire the view, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans.
"That's my good girl," he praises, his hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips. "You're going to love this, baby. I promise."
He leans forward, his tongue tracing along your slit. He groans at the taste of you, sweet and tangy on his tongue. Your head falls back lightly against the wall and you hold onto his hair for support.
"Fuck, you taste amazing," he groans, his tongue delving deeper, lapping at your entrance as you squirm. "So wet and ready for me."
He starts to eat you out like a man starved, his tongue swirling around your clit. He sucks on the sensitive bud, making you gasp and moan above him as you tug on his hair, pushing his lips closer. He grins wickedly as you get more comfortable with him.
His hands grip your ass, lifting you up so he can bury his face deeper. He fucks you with his tongue, in and out of your tight hole.
"That's it, baby girl," he encourages, his words muffled against your pussy. "Ride my face. Grind on my tongue. Fuck, I love eating this sweet little cunt."
You whimper above him, your hips moving on their own as you grind against his mouth, your face twisting in pleasure as you work your body on him. He slides two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out as he continues to work your clit with his mouth.
He looks up at you, his eyes dark and intense as he watches your reactions. He loves seeing you fall apart, knowing he's the first one to make you feel so good and he’s silently praying the only one from now on.
"B-Buck I think- I’m gonna cum” you pant softly, that tight coil deep in your belly so close to snapping.
He sucks hard on your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a furious pace. He curls them just right, hitting that spot inside that makes you see stars.
"That's it, baby girl," he growls, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through you. "Cum for me. Cum all over my face like a good little slut."
He bites down gently on your clit, the mix of pleasure and pain sending you into orbit. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, your juices flooding his mouth as you cry his name over and over, holding his hair tightly and bracing yourself against the wall not even thinking about if anyone can hear you two.
He laps it up greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop. He continues to work you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing but never stopping as he holds you firmly in place.
Finally, you start to come down, your body going limp in his arms. He pulls back, licking his lips.
"Fuck, that was hot," he pants, his cock straining against his zipper. "You came so hard for me, baby girl. So fucking sexy."
He stands up, his hands cupping your face. He leans in, capturing your lips in a burning kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, the flavor heady and intoxicating.
“Y-you’re really good at that” You mumble weakly and he chuckles, nuzzling his face against your neck and nipping gently at your skin while pulling you down onto the floor to cuddle with him.
“Thanks for the compliment cutie” He purrs in your ear and you giggle sleepily, holding onto his arm and shifting in his lap. Your heart nearly stops in your chest as you feel how hard he is… how massive he is, you gulp quietly and he grins wickedly against your neck.
“What do you say…we get out of here for the night?” He places soft kisses along your neck and you tilt your head giving him better access
“You can’t just leave your party” You murmur and he huffs, holding you closer.
“Want me to kick everyone out? Cause I’ll do it, you just say the word baby girl”
You yawn and nuzzle into his neck, breathing out slowly and smiling “A car ride would give me enough time to rest up…”
You shriek as he gets off the floor, taking you with him and throwing you over his shoulder as he unlocks the door, already taking out his phone to get a hotel room.
“Sounds perfect! I have heated seats!”
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Rumors and Facts 1/3 (Solavellan Fanfiction)
Solas x Female Inquisitor Lavellan Fanfiction.
Summary: +18 (Rated explicit) Lavellan is tired of the rumors that she hears around Skyhold regarding her relationship with Solas, and with all the gossip surrounding her at the Winter Palace. It's nobody's business, and besides, she's done hiding.
There's 3 chapters, with chapters 1 and 3 containing smut, and there's fluff through the whole fic. Chapter 1 is set in Skyhold and chapters 2 and 3 are set in the Winter Palace.
Find chapter 2 and chapter 3
Lavellan could swear that when she walked into Solas’ rotunda that day, she had no intention of ending up in her current position, which was straddling Solas’ lap while he sat on the couch. She wasn’t very sure of how they’d ended up in that position, not that she’d complain, but still, she could promise she had not gone there for that.
She had gone to speak with Solas about Corypheus, to review all their information about him. At some point, she’d sat on the couch while Solas explained her what he knew. Then, he joined her. Then…then she wasn’t very sure how the conversation had turned into kissing.
The kiss had soon heated into something more, with Lavellan moving to straddle his lap, all thoughts of Corypheus and even where they were gone from her mind, as it always seemed to happen when Solas kissed her like he was starved and she was all he needed.
His hands on her hips caressed their way to her thighs, then to her ass, squeezing it and pushing her even closer. Lavellan moaned softly into the kiss, grounding down on him, and Solas gasped, their lips parting as he pulled back from the kiss.
“Vhenan…” He breathed. “We shouldn’t…”
This again. He always kissed her senseless, made her feel all heated and crazy with want, just to stop at the last moment. Lavellan wasn’t sure how much more her frustration could take. He never told her why, and it only added to it.
“I think we should,” she replied, barely a whisper, kissing him again and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She could feel he wanted her too, hardening under her, but still, she made herself pull back, just in case she was reading this wrong and he didn’t want it.
“Do you want to stop?”She asked quietly, leaning her forehead against his.
“Want?” Solas let out a humorless snort, his forehead nudging hers as he shook his head no.
“Then don’t.”
Lavellan rocked on his lap, purposely grinding against him. Whatever Solas was going to say, probably some variation on how they shouldn’t, turned into a moan that sounded heavenly to her ears. He kissed her again then, his hands back on her ass, holding her to him.
His lips moved from hers to her neck, kissing the underside of her jaw, then a spot under her ear, and the feeling had her rolling her hips against his again. His gasp against the skin of her neck made her shiver in delight, and she hummed as he kept kissing her sensitive skin, until his lips reached the high collar of her shirt.
Lavellan let go of Solas’ shoulders so she could unbutton the high collar, while Solas’ hands, still on her ass, held her securely to him. She began to undo the buttons, tugging the fabric loose and open, while Solas kissed her newly exposed skin as she went.
She kept going past the neck, opening the buttons down her neckline, tugging open the fabric so Solas could keep going, kissing down her cleavage. Solas placed warm, open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin at the top of her breasts as he grasped her ass tighter.
Lavellan tilted her head back with a moan, pressing down against him, one of her hands flying to the back of his head, desperate for more.
A loud thump next to them startled them both. Solas lifted his head from her breasts, removing his hands from her butt but keeping his arms around her, holding her securely to his chest as he looked around, scanning the room for threats while Lavellan did the same, half expecting a breach to show up there somehow, spitting demons.
There was no threat, breach, or demons, though, but a big, heavy book that seemed to have fallen from the library upstairs, barely missing the couch.
“Ups, my bad,” came Dorian’s voice from upstairs. “I hope it didn’t hit anyone…but that’s the perils when you set your quarters under a library in which people are researching, right Solas? No need to bring it back, I’ll go get the book myself.”
Lavellan almost jumped from Solas’ lap, rushing to get up, remembering where they were and afraid Dorian was about to walk on them like that.
“Apologies, vhenan, I forgot myself,” Solas mumbled while he got up too, seeming a bit flustered and out of breath…Lavellan guessed she probably looked just the same.
“No, don’t apologize,” Lavellan replied. The only thing Solas could apologize for was not choosing a more private place to set his quarters.
She hurried to button up her shirt again, so Dorian didn’t walk in to see the Inquisitor with her boobs practically falling out of the garment, and Solas reached to help her. When they heard the heavy wooden door opening, they pulled away as if they were burning…considering how heated Lavellan was feeling, it wouldn’t surprise her that much if her skin could actually burn Solas’ fingers.
“Good afternoon,” Dorian greeted as he walked in. “Apologies again, the book just slipped past my fingers.”
Lavellan didn’t know if he’d gotten a peak of them from upstairs, or if he’d heard them, or if he’d just had a lucky guess, but with the way Dorian was looking at them, she knew he knew what he’d interrupted.
Lavellan wasn’t sure if she should throw the book to his face or actually thank him for reminding them where they were and how little private Solas’ rotunda actually was.
“So, how’s your research going?” Dorian asked with an arched eyebrow. “Great, I bet.”
“It’s…” Lavellan’s brain suddenly seemed unable to recall a single thing about what she and Solas had talked about before ending up on the couch. “...going.”
Dorian snorted at her coming short of words, his amusement growing. At least, he was not openly commenting on what she and Solas were doing instead of researching, though Lavellan knew better than to expect no teasing from him on that matter from then on.
“We weren’t researching, merely putting in common what we know and the information we have until now,” Solas said, more articulately than her. “I thought you were the one researching…still for nothing, I presume.”
Lavellan rolled her eyes. The last thing she needed was Solas and Dorian bickering or, as Varric and she called it, engaging in their contest to see who had the biggest staff. Did they really not see how silly they sounded when they got at it? So much for the wise mages…
“Oh, I am researching, I swear if you follow me around you’ll see my face buried only in books and not in other places.” Dorian shrugged, all innocent and serious looking despite his obvious teasing.
Solas gave him a murderous look, but the blush that spread across his cheeks and the top of his ears took away from it. It was kind of cute, but Lavellan knew that he’d be beyond mortified if she pointed it out.
“Are you still trying to find his real name?” She asked, trying to steer the conversation into serious matters.
Dorian nodded, picking up the book from the floor. “Once I know who he really is, I’ll expose him to the magisterium.”
“Okay…” Lavellan didn’t know much about Tevinter’s magisterium but she trusted Dorian knew what he was doing. “Let’s get to it, then.”
*
Lavellan walked into the tavern, heading to the bar. She tried to do so every couple of days or so, to ask the bartender how was morale doing. There were always people there, drinking, sometimes looking rather down, other times celebrating victory. The Iron Bull and his Chargers had taken residence there, and Lavellan waved at them.
The minstrel was singing a song about Sera. It was quite catchy, but Sera herself, who was sitting on a wooden banister, looked rather unhappy about it. Lavellan’d heard her muttering how the song was creepy, although the Inquisitor found it cute.
“Good day to you, Cabot,” Lavellan greeted the bartender. “How’s people lately?”
“Fine. Drunk. Got some complaints about you having time to bed your allies,” Cabot said and Lavellan blinked at him, feeling frozen in place. Had she heard right? “I don’t judge. Much.”
She had heard right. Lavellan gaped like a fish out of water. How and why were people saying that? Had Dorian told people about Solas and her? No, he might tease them, but he wouldn’t go around talking about them.
There were many things she wanted to say. Many things that she should say, like how it was nobody's business. Or why wouldn’t she be allowed some happiness and love, in her sparse free time? Wasn’t she doing enough, wasn’t she fighting enough, sacrificing enough. Were they going to judge her forever, no matter what?
Instead of saying anything of that, though, she heard herself saying, in a slightly panicked and high-pitched voice that didn’t seem her own, “there were no beds, only a couch.”
What, why would she say something like this?! Now the situation was even more embarrassing, if that was even possible.
Lavellan heard Sera’s laugh and she turned to see her looking so amused, that it made Lavellan feel more embarrassed and upset. Was it her who’d told people about Solas and her? How did she know? Or she didn’t know and had just wanted to joke around for her own amusement.
“On the couch!” Sera cackled, running upstairs when Lavellan rushed to her…she didn’t know why, she was probably looking even worse, running after Sera like an idiot while she kept laughing. “Did he call out ‘elven glory’? I bet he did!”
Still laughing, seeming thoroughly amused, Sera rushed into her room and tried to close the door in Lavellan’s face, but she was quick enough to get into the room too.
“Stop it!” She demanded, upset, but Sera just burst into another fit of giggles. “Is it you who’s been saying those rumors about Solas and me?”
“Rumors? You just said you did it on the couch!” Sera kept laughing and Lavellan was more and more mortified. Why’d she say something like that…and why would she run after Sera afterward. “Besides, no, I didn’t! It’s pretty obvious with how you two look at each other…ugh.”
“We don’t look at each other in any way.” Lavellan hated how childish she sounded. She thought they’d been keeping it private…
“Sure you don’t!” Sera huffed. “You look at him, like, all…Oh, Solas, come here!” She mimicked a high-pitched voice, dreamy eyes, and then smooching sounds, before pulling a face. “It’s embarrassing and disgusting, really. And he? Even more disgusting! Looking at you like he wants to eat you, ugh.”
“He doesn’t look at me like that!” Lavellan felt heat spreading across her cheeks…but maybe Sera had a point, the way Solas looked at her sometimes made her feel…things.
Sera snorted. “He does. The other day, you were sitting judgment, and he was looking at you like he wanted to kneel right there and eat you…yikes.” Sera put on a face before cackling again. “Better bang him on the couch than on the throne, though.”
Lavellan felt her face on fire, and she tried very hard not to imagine Solas kneeling between her thighs while she was on her throne. “I haven’t banged him on the couch!”
“But you just said-”
“I know what I said,” Lavellan interrupted her. “I just…I was just pissed at people talking about my love life…” Not only that, but also talking like she didn’t deserve one.
“You’re the Inquisitor.” Sera shrugged. “People’s gonna talk and gossip about you no matter what.”
“Yeah, I can see that…” Lavellan scoffed. It’d been like that since back in Haven. “I hate it anyway.”
“Why do you care?” Sera shrugged again. “Just ignore them, or better yet, scandalize them more!” Sera laughed. “But maybe Josephine will have a heart attack. She wants it all to be so proper,” she scoffed.
“Wait until she hears that the Inquisitor was shouting at the tavern that she banged the elven apostate on his couch,” Lavellan groaned, mortified, and Sera laughed again.
“But why have you not done it for real?” Sera asked and Lavellan just shrugged…if only she knew herself why Solas kept backing out. “I think you should…I mean, it’s disgusting, but I think maybe if you get Solas laid it’d fix whatever is wrong with him.”
“Nothing’s wrong with him!”
“Sure it isn’t.” Sera snorted. “And I think you need to get laid too…even if it’s with Solas.” She made a face of disgust, cackling when Lavellan huffed. “You deserve it. Every time you win a fight, he should get his face bet-”
“I really, really don’t want to keep talking about this,” Lavellan rushed to stop Sera’s lewd comments. “I’m gonna go and try to do some damage control, say I was trying to joke or something…”
“Pfff…good luck with that.”
Sera’s laugh echoed as Lavellan walked out of her room.
*
When Lavellan walked to Solas’ rotunda, her mood was sour. She had caught some more insinuated comments about her love life and some looks, and she felt pretty done with the day. As she went to open the door, she heard someone snickering behind her, and she turned to glare at everything and everyone, but couldn’t catch the culprit.
Solas smiled when she walked in, but it turned into a frown when he noticed her face, as if reading her mood.
“Something wrong?” He asked.
“No, not really.” She didn’t want to tell him about the rumors. She didn’t want them perhaps ruining his mood too, and maybe turning him self-conscious. The last thing she needed was Solas pulling away from her. “But I just feel done with people for today…no matter what, nothing I do is enough and it almost seems like I don’t deserve anything good of my own,” she ranted.
Solas moved closer to her and took her hand in his. “What happened, vhenan?”
Lavellan considered telling him, but it still felt too embarrassing. She shook her head with a sigh. “I’m just tired of people acting like I’m not a person, just, The Inquisitor, always ready to be used…”
Solas squeezed her hand gently, but before any of them could say anything else, the door opened, revealing Sera there, grinning as she aimed her bow at…them?
“What are you doing?!” Lavellan yelled, she was not scared, just perplexed and angrier.
Sera just laughed, losing an arrow that embedded into Solas’s desk. With a curse, Lavellan jumped to grab Sera, hearing Solas curse in that way he reserved for the rogue, but Sera was quicker, closing the door in Lavellan’s face. When she reopened it, Sera’d disappeared through any of Skyhold’s multiple, labyrinthic corridors.
“Ignore her, vhenan, don’t go running after her,” Solas said, sounding as pissed as her. Sure, the Inquisitor running after Sera yet again, in a hall full of people, would have people talking and giving Josephine a headache.
“What in Mythal’s name has gotten into her…” Lavellan wasn’t sure if she was more angry or confused.
Sera and Solas tended to argue, but it was usually childish and petty (not that Lavellan would say that to any of them and become the new target of their disagreement), but it’d never escalated into shooting at each other…this was probably another of Sera’s odd pranks, but someone should talk some safety into her.
Lavellan turned to inspect the arrow on the desk and saw that Solas was tearing a paper from it. So the prank was not only shooting arrows but also leaving notes with them. Sure, who needed Leliana’s ravens when they had Sera’s arrows.
“So, what is it?” Lavellan asked but Solas didn’t answer, eyes on the note. He made to crumple it, seeming flustered, but Lavellan’s curiosity took the best of her and she reached for the paper.
On it, there were only two words “eat her” and then the doodle of a cat…a pussycat, Sera’d say.
“Oh…” Lavellan said, feeling her cheeks heating…why had she told anything to Sera?
The door opened again, saving them from having to acknowledge the note that Solas quickly crumpled. This time, it was Varric who walked in.
“Was that Sera shooting at you two?” He asked, eyeing the arrow on the desk.
“One of her new pranks, it seems,” Lavellan sighed and Solas scoffed. He still seemed flustered, though Lavellan wasn’t sure if it was due to the note or to Sera’s arrow-shooting antics. Both, probably. “Who cares she might fail and kill one of us.”
“It could be worse.” Dorian’s voice came from upstairs and Lavellan looked up to see him leaning over the library’s banister. “She could have thrown a bottle of bees. She likes that.”
Lavellan grimaced. “Did many people see her?” She asked Varric, who nodded.
“Most of the hall, they’re talking about what’s going on with her now,” he confirmed and Lavellan let out a frustrated groan. “Wait until Josephine hears about it.”
“I’m going out, and you all are coming with me,” Lavellan was more begging than commanding. “We’re going to loudly talk about how good our ‘surprise attack defense’ drills are going. Save Josephine the trouble.”
“If you say so, Inquisitor,” Varric chuckled.
“Then, any of you is going to distract Sera while I fill her quiver with ants.”
*
Today had been an odd day for the Inquisitor.
Instead of researching their enemies, training, listening to reports, planning, and everything else she did on an usual day, she’d been studying Orlesian politique and learning about etiquette and manners with Josephine. She’d even practiced ballroom dancing with her.
Definitely, an odd day for Lavellan.
It was late in the evening and almost everyone had retired to their quarters by the time Lavellan walked into Solas’ rotunda.
“Vhenan.” Solas was on his desk, studying some papers, but he looked up to smile at her when she walked in. “Do you know everything about proper Orlesian etiquette?” He joked.
“Almost everything. I think Josephine’s going to test me tomorrow.” Lavellan snorted, rolling her eyes. “Do you know what else I’ve been practicing? Ballroom dancing.”
“Oh?” Solas arched an eyebrow at her.
“Yes…do you happen to know anything about ballroom dancing?”
“As a matter of fact, yes I do,” Solas replied, taking Lavellan by surprise. She’d not expected that.
“Really? Where did you learn? Have you ever been at a ball before?” Lavellan couldn’t imagine him, considering what she knew of him, the lonely mage who studied the Fade and dreamed, but who knew.
Solas seemed a bit uncomfortable at her questions and Lavellan wondered if she was being intrusive, but she couldn’t help how curious and intrigued she was.
“I’ve seen some at the Fade,” he finally answered. Lavellan supposed it made sense, but she was still a bit unsure of how the Fade and Solas dreaming worked.
“Did you ballroom danced with spirits? It sounds good.” Lavellan half-joked and Solas gave her a half-smile.
“Something like that.”
“Dance with me now, then.” Lavellan smiled, reaching to take Solas’ hand. “So I’ll have more practice and I’ll surprise Josephine tomorrow with my improved technique.
“My pleasure, vhenan.”
Solas got up and Lavellan giggled when he pulled her to him. His hand was lower on her back and he held closer than it was probably proper in Orlesian etiquette, but Lavellan was certainly now going to complain.
She smiled as she let him guide her, feeling butterflies in her belly at the way Solas looked at her while they danced without music.
Eventually, she stopped, letting go of Solas’ hand to wrap her arms around his neck instead and kiss him.
“Is this a step in orlesian ball dances?” Solas joked.
“Only if I get to dance with you,” she answered before kissing him again.
“Dancing with the elven apostate won’t be good for the Inquisitor’s reputation,” Solas said.
“I don’t care.” She didn’t, she refused to hide Solas as if this was something to be ashamed of, and everyone was talking anyway.
Lavellan kissed him again and Solas pulled her to him with his hands on her hips, holding her so tight to him that Lavellan had to almost cling to his shoulders to keep upright and stay on her feet, bending back at the intensity of his kisses. She felt like she was melting, dizzy and light-headed almost, and still she couldn’t get enough.
She took a few steps back, struggling to keep her balance, and her ass hit Solas’ desk. He pushed at her until she sat down on it, opening her legs to accommodate him between them.
Solas let go of her hips to instead hold her face, kissing her deeply, before he moved from her lips to place kisses down her jaw and neck. Lavellan was wearing one of her high-collared shirts and she rushed to unbutton it, leaving more skin free for Solas to kiss, shivering in delight at the feeling of her hot mouth on her sensitive skin.
She kept unbuttoning past her neckline, reaching her cleavage. She forced herself to open her eyes, glancing upstairs. She couldn’t hear anyone at the library and it was late, probably everyone was already gone. Solas sucked on her neck and she gasped, squeezing her thighs to his sides, her fingers moving again, unbuttoning her shirt past her chest, not stopping until it was fully open.
Solas pulled away from her neck to look down at her now open shirt, nothing under it, before leaning to hold his forehead against hers, nudging it ever so slightly. He slid a hand down her exposed skin, caressing it softly, from her neck down to her chest, his fingers brushing her nipple as he cupped her breast, making Lavellan gasp and press closer to him, kissing his lips again, while Solas’ hand kept its journey down, leaving a trail of warmth on Lavellan’s skin as he caressed her.
Solas pulled back from her lips to lower his mouth to her neck, trailing a path of kisses down the length of it, past her collarbone, down to her chest.
He kissed a spot between her breasts and then moved to kiss her nipple. His warm tongue brushed over it before he sucked it into his mouth and Lavellan let out a moan, pressing her thighs harder against him and crossing her legs behind his hips, trying to push him closer to her.
She felt Solas gasp against her breast at it, before he circled her nipple with his tongue, moving then to her other breast, kissing his way to her nipple and giving it the same treatment. Lavellan placed a hand at the back of Solas’ head as her hips rocked and writhled, trying to brush and press against him.
Solas released her nipple and trailed a path of warm, open-mouthed kisses down her body, unwrapping her legs from him so he could fall to his knees, kissing her lower belly, before pulling back to look at her. The sight of him knelt between her thighs almost made Lavellan moan.
Solas had her hands half over her naked skin, half over the waist of her trousers, and Lavellan rocked her hips again, trying to lift them to him and encourage him to keep going, if he wanted to. She really hoped he wanted to. It seemed like so, with that hunger in his eyes and that way of looking at her like he was starving for her, but it was not the first time he stopped when things got heated between them, though they’d never gone this far.
His fingers pressed harder on her warm skin and Lavellan let out a small, needy sound, her hips writhing again, desperate for more of his touch. Solas smirked at it and leaned over to kiss her belly.
He pulled back so he could unbuckle her boots, taking them off, and then he hooked his fingers on the waistband of her uniform trousers, looking at Lavellan’s face, waiting. She lifted her hips, trying to encourage him and help him take off her trousers, and so he did, sliding them down her legs along with her small clothes, leaving her completely exposed.
“Vhenan…” Solas whispered as his hands caressed up her thighs.
Her only response was a small, needy moan. Liquid heat pooled between her legs, and the heated way Solas was looking at her, like he couldn’t wait to devour her, was not helping.
Lavellan thought he was about to bury his head between her thighs, and her hips bucked towards him at the thought, but instead, Solas pulled back slightly to kiss her ankle, then up her calf, placing her leg over his shoulder.
His lips reached her thigh, placing open-mouthed kisses on it, while his hand caressed and kneaded her other thigh, opening her leg wider. He kissed her inner thigh and Lavellan called his name in a needy whisper, the ache between her legs unbearable.
Finally, he lowered his mouth to her. His tongue slidded up her wetness, slowly, and Lavellan took in a shaky breath, closing her eyes. She moaned when his tongue reached her clit, circling it, and her head tilted back. She reached a hand behind her, trying to grab onto the desk somehow so she wouldn’t fall back on it, her other hand flying to Solas’ head.
Small moans and gasps left her lips as his tongue kept pleasuring her, every nerve on her feeling like it was on fire. He stroked Solas’ scalp, gently first, but when he sucked on her clit, she couldn’t help but push his head closer to her with a moan.
His slow pace, with lazy, deep licks along her wetness and clit, alternating with his warm lips sucking her nub, was maddening and yet it felt so, so good.
Her hips kept writhing and lifting, trying to rock onto his mouth, and as they picked their pace, so did Solas, his tongue flicking her clit before sucking on it again. Lavellan moaned, and her thighs tried to close around his head, but Solas kept them open, grabbing them tight, and he moaned into her, making her cry out again.
Whimpers and moans kept falling down her lips as Solas kept going, his tongue and lips moving on her until she couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure building up until she exploded.
Lavellan cried out, pushing Solas’ face even closer to her while her quivering thighs closed around his head again. This time Solas let them, moving one of his hands to hold her ass instead, squeezing.
His lips were wrapped around her clit, sucking on it as she climaxed, and he kept going while she spasmed and moaned, slowing down only when her grip on his head relaxed. Lavellan stroked his head, trying to catch her breath while small moans still fell down her lips.
When her thighs stopped shaking and fell open, her legs unwrapping from around him, Solas pulled back, kissing her thigh a few times before looking up at her. Lavellan smiled at him, feeling a bit out of herself still, and she caressed his face, cupping his cheek and brushing her thumb over his lips, wet with her moisture.
The intensity with which he was looking at her made her belly flutter and her heart squeeze. He seemed as out of breath as her, and Lavellan tugged at him gently until he got back onto his feet.
“Come here, ma’arlath,” she whispered to him. Holding his face, she leaned to kiss him, and Solas seemed to almost melt into her as he kissed her back, holding her tight to him.
Lavellan slid a hand down his body, reaching the hem of his shirt and pushing it under it, caressing his warm skin, and she felt Solas taking a sharp breath against her lips. She moved to kiss his neck instead and Solas let out a half-gasp, half-moan.
“Vhenan…” He whispered, shivering when Lavellan trailed a path of kisses across his neck.
When she slid her hand down towards his groin, though, Solas reached to stop it, taking her hand on his. Lavellan pulled back to look at his face, worried that something might be wrong. Solas didn’t say anything, but lifted her hand to his lips, kissing it.
“Are you okay?” Lavellan asked him quietly, and Solas nodded with a soft smile.
“You?” He asked back, his voice huskier than Lavellan was expecting.
She smiled. “I believe I need another word…I’m much, much better than okay.”
Solas’ smile turned into a smirk, and he let out a low chuckle before he leaned to kiss her again. Lavellan didn’t try to touch him again or pushed him for more, this was the further they’d gone without Solas pulling away and stopping, and she didn’t want to risk it, even if she wanted to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. She could wait.
Solas pulled back and reached down to take her small clothes and her trousers, sliding them up her legs again, and Lavellan wiggled until her trousers were back in place. Next, he got her boots, carefully putting them back on her feet and buckling them. Lastly, he carefully buttoned up her shirt.
Once she was dressed again, Solas gave her lips a soft, brief kiss, and pulled back, holding her hands on his and helping her off the desk. Her legs felt a bit shaky and bobbly, she felt like she might just melt or perhaps float, and Lavellan had to hold to Solas to keep her balance. She didn’t miss his quick smirk at it.
Lavellan wasn’t sure of what to do or what to say now, they’d never done anything like this before…she knew she wanted to stay with Solas as long as she could, though, and have him hold her again.
“I know it’s late but do you mind if I stay here with you for a bit longer?” She asked.
Solas smiled in a way that made Lavellan’s heart skip a beat. “Of course, vhenan.”
He took a book from his desk and walked her to the couch with her hand on his, sitting down and pulling her close until Lavellan was snuggled against his chest, his arms wrapped around her and the book angled in a way so she could read it too.
*
NA:
I worked hard on this fic, it was out of my comfort zone, and I hope some of you can enjoy it, please check the other chapters if you missed them and thanks for taking the time to read this.
If you liked it, please let me know in a comment, and as always, reblogs are more than welcome.
I'm not usually a smut writer, it's not my thing, I'm usually a fluff, hurt/comfort person, but I don't know what Solavellan has done to me.
The desk's the one in which I kept landing after jumping from the library.
I hope they can have their happy ending, but I'll have to write it if they don't.
Excuse my English, it’s not my first language.
#solas#solas fanfiction#solas smut#solavellan#solavellan fanfiction#solavellan smut#solas x lavellan#solas x lavellan fanfiction#solas x inquisitor lavellan#solas x inquisitor lavellan fanfiction
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as someone who loves halloween.. ur post abt patrick being a scare actor ignited something in me!!
imagine him in some shitty zombie makeup and blood smeared across his cheek, doing half-assed jumps at people to get them startled. but then when he sees you and your girlish little friend group, you immediately catch his eye.
so after his shift when he sees you lingering by the exit he can’t help but approach you.. and maybe get some of that fake blood all over your mouth when you guys inevitably make out!!!! 🎃🧡🖤💜💦
you’re talked into going through this maze with your girls. ‘don’t worry! they're not allowed to touch you.'
you put in a decent effort trying to school your facial expressions so you don't get targeted by people whose job it was to try and scare the shit out of you. your friends, on the other hand, were playing up their reactions, clinging tight to each other in pairs as they ran screaming on to the next room, chased by a theater kid with a chainsaw.
the smell of gasoline fills the now empty room. you feel yourself exhale a bit as you keep walking. the big scare had already happened, right?
there's something about this room, though. it was relatively simply decorated - a hanging light bulb illuminates an empty table in the center with a single chair. was like it was preying on your anticipation - an inkling that something wasn’t quite right. it was hard to tell where the darkness ended and the walkway out began.
you try to walk towards what you think is the way out, heart plummeting as an amused chuckle cuts through the heady silence.
“trying to act all tough, huh?” you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
“should be more careful. never know what could happen to a pretty thing like you, all alone.”
you walk faster.
the voice seems to travel through inky shadows of the room. he tuts as you ignore him, suddenly whispering in your ear.
“oh..now that's not very nice."
they're not allowed to touch you. but you sense a towering presence beside you, the heat of his breath on your skin stopping you in your tracks.
there’s an unmistakable click, no trick of the light as your eyes adjust to spot something metallic glimmering in the low light of the room. hovering just above your neck.
"leaving so soon, sweetheart? don't you wanna play?"
breathing hard, you force yourself to turn the corner, heart slamming in your ears as you finally catch up with your friends.
—
the rest of the night, it’s like you can’t help looking behind you constantly, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of something- someone. you force yourself to be a good sport and part of the group as your friends drag you to maze after maze, but you’re only thinking about that voice.
lingering by one of the exits, you’re torn out of your thoughts by a smug, “hey.”
“hope i didn’t scare you too much earlier.” he says as he lights a cigarette. the smoke as he exhales mingles with the fog in the crisp night air, pierced by colorful led lights before cascading over 'no smoking' sign he chooses to ignore at the end of his shift.
says his name is patrick with a smirk that's seemingly plastered to his face. a pretty pretty face currently caked with goofy fucking zombie makeup, fake blood smeared carelessly across his cheek.
he buys you a $15 funnel cake he can’t afford and fucks you in the back of his crv before asking if he can crash at your place.
🎃🎃🎃
the way i would fold for shitty scare actor patrick in an instant. good thing he has a nice voice and reader couldn’t see his shitty zombie makeup when he was trying to scare them. + him getting fake blood on me when we make out is actually something i didn't realize i needed bless ur beautiful brain ;;
#patrick zweig#patrick zweig x reader#slush writes#ask#cw knife#if u squint#hope you have the best halloween 🎃
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RIGHT OFF OUR BONES ♡
pairing: vampire!leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: one year after leon inserted himself into your life, he has a special way to celebrate your anniversary. the life-changing decision that's haunted you since that night in your room.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, public sex, blood play and drinking, knife play, religious imagery
wc: 4.8k
a/n: happy halloween!! i hope you guys like this one. technically it is a part 2 to this fic, although this can be read as a stand alone since the past events are explained in it. anyways reblogs, comments, and asks are appreciated as always <3
kinktober slot: vampire leon (he's special he gets his own day)
His lips landed on the knuckles of your middle and ring finger just as the clock on his wrist struck midnight. He wanted to be touching you as the day turned over. Minutes ago this night had been like any other, but now it was officially something special.
It was your anniversary.
Your eyes watched him. His features remained piercing even in the darkness of the club. The lights hit him just right where the two of you sat on the upper balcony. A beautiful array of reds glowed on his cheek. His nose and brow cast sharp shadows. You can't help but be entranced by the sight, and that fact only became more true when his eyes flitted up and looked at yours.
"One whole year, beloved."
Despite the blaring music, you heard him as though he whispered the words right in your ear. You nodded in return, not confident your own voice could carry over the drums in the same manner.
You watched him smirk. He knew what you were thinking. Not even metaphorically. He had the sixth sense of the mind. It only took him six months of your relationship to inform you of that.
One whole year. You could hardly believe it. These months had passed you by quicker than any other year in your past. Knowing Leon and letting him in had turned your life into a blur of bloody kisses and long nights. Days became fleeting, just intervals of time you had to endure between his visits.
The version of you who had been sleeping peacefully in her bed the night he first snuck in never would have envisioned this becoming her reality. You couldn't have imagined Leon, who'd been nothing more than a faceless form in the background to you, would sink his fangs so deep into every facet of your being.
You'd been scared of him at first, then thrilled, captivated by the danger he brought. That stayed true for a while, and it still might be true today. You love him now though, so it's harder to pinpoint. The fear has become muddled with the devotion and adoration, the worship and the reverence.
"Are you ready to see your surprise?" he asked, cutting into your thoughts.
You nodded again, fingers clasping around his icy palm as he rose to his feet. He pulled you to your own before guiding you through the gatherings of people on the way to the stairs. The song playing reverberated through the metal of the suspended walkway. The lyrics about holding you close and tearing you apart wrapped around each part of you and sunk through your skin.
Leon had been teasing you with this surprise for the past week. He wouldn't give you a clue as to what it was beyond the fact that it was for your anniversary.
He traversed the stairs in front of you. Not a hair on his head moved with the motion. It stayed slick back in place. When you reached the bottom, his grip on your hand remained just as firm. There were more people down there. More eyes catching on his presence. His alabaster skin and obsidian shirt. He didn't return any of their looks though. He walked through them as if infected with a disease, which in a sense was the case. Maybe all of these people knew that deep down but didn't have the words to articulate it.
They didn't have the knowledge that monsters were real. That life didn't have to be a straight path to death. There were ways to subvert it and prolong existence. To become an imitation of a living being. In childish terms - as your lover called it - to become a vampire.
The two of you floated through the exit of the club and out onto the sidewalk. You could still hear the music from outside the stone walls. The song switched over into something filled with synth. The change meant nothing to you though as Leon continued tugging you in the opposite direction of his feeding ground.
Your shoulders shuddered as the cold of the night started to gloss over your bare skin. A light breeze blew over you too, swishing the crimson fabric on the skirt of your dress.
"Are you cold?" Leon asked simply.
He found your mortal needs cute. Little ways he could take care of you and show that he had your best interest in mind. Small methods of building your dependence on him.
"A little bit," you answered as he'd expected.
Nodding in acknowledgement, he released your hand and draped his arm over your shoulders instead. He pulled you close, tucking you to his side. It didn't help much in terms of physical warmth given that he didn't emit any, but the gesture unleashed a swarm of butterflies in your belly that carried the heat of affection up into your chest and shoulders.
Smile now on your face, you turned to look at him.
"So... Do I get to know where we're going?" you asked, a hint of playfulness in your tone.
He returned the gaze by looking over at you.
"Have some patience. You've been waiting an entire year for this. I think you can last a few minutes more."
His familiar smirk curled his lips into a picture of smug superiority. There was nothing Leon enjoyed more than being able to have a hold on you. To know something you didn't. It made him feel like your keeper. The one who could guide you through this world and into any others.
"Not even a hint?" you teased.
"Not one," he confirmed. Leaning in, he gave you a quick peck on the lips as a reward for your expected patience.
You only had to walk a handful more blocks before your destination came into view. The ground beneath your heels softened, transitioning from solid concrete to loose dirt. Decaying grass lined the walkway to the iron gates. Lights from the city streets faded into the distance, bringing a different kind of chill over you. The thrill of isolation surrounded you even though you were with someone else. It brought the sense that it was just you two in the world right now.
'Raccoon City Cemetery' was displayed in thin letters above the gaunt points of the fencing. The gates opened with a rusty creak and shut with the same sound.
"The cemetery?" you asked, "Is this your version of romantic?"
"You'll see. I think you'll come to see it my way soon enough. Like you always do," he replied, his voice picking up a bit of a teasing lilt.
You laughed quietly as he pulled you along the rows of headstones. "Are you calling me a pushover?"
"Never, sweetheart. Only trusting. Susceptible to my persuasion. But that's how I like you."
The pair of you continued heading deeper into the fields of remains. Flowers decorated a collection of graves while others were left desolate. He pulled you into a sharp turn around a mossy one and down a few more rows. You passed one more that was cracked before he finally stopped.
He looked at you before you could even think to ask anything. His arm fell from your shoulders, and his hand landed on your waist instead. He pulled you to stand in front of him. His other arm matched the placement of his other one, both of them snaking around you and holding you flush against his chest.
You felt his chin rest on your shoulder and his lips peck your throat a few times as your eyes trained on the stone about six feet from you. It was one of the empty ones. The rock looked fresh though, not marred or weathered like some of the others. Though not a single bouquet had been left in honor of the person who lay below.
Or who was supposed to be lying below.
Your eyes caught on the lettering engraved across the hard surface. Leon Scott Kennedy. Some details sat a few inches down. His date of birth. His date of death. An inscription that said "Lived to protect. Died doing just that. Will live on in the hearts of those he saved. Rest in Peace."
Honestly, you didn't know what to say. As much time as you'd spent with Leon over the past year, his past was still pretty foreign to you. You knew he worked a high-stress government job pertaining to bioweapons, that it was how he became what he is now, and that no part of it has carried over to his 'new life.'
Whenever you were together, he was more interested in talking about you. Your problems and your feelings. Your thoughts and experiences. He would provide insight, let you know his way of viewing the world and moving about it. But he kept discussions of his own history to a minimum, staying closed off in that regard. Though in his own way, you guess this counted as opening up.
You huffed out a breathy laugh and glanced at him. "Would you say you're resting in peace?"
"With you?" he teased, "Not one day."
Your smile persisted across your features, but your eyes returned to the headstone.
"Is it real?"
"Of course it is."
"Did you actually die?"
"I think the version of me it was made for did."
You remained silent for a few moments, for no other reason than to think over what he's telling you. One of your hands drifted to his that was splayed across your tummy. You locked your warm fingers with his cold ones.
"So everyone thinks you're dead?"
"Everyone who used to know me, yes," he answered before pausing, "I've been careful. It's a lot easier to avoid people when you only go out at night."
You nodded, but you still had more questions. "What happened to you?"
"I got sick. Before I evolved. It was really bad. The person who gave me this... whatever it is, they didn't infect me the easy way. They tried to kill me," he began to explain, "I was on an assignment in Romania, investigating a group of potential bioterrorists. They were like me. My squad killed all of them. Before the last one died though, he got me. Nearly ripped out my throat, but some of the venom got in.
"It was like living in a state of death for weeks. Felt like all the blood in my body stopped. They could barely feel my heart beat. I was pale, my eyes glossy like no one was there. Until suddenly, I came back better than before. It was like everything started flowing again, ten times stronger, stampeding through my veins."
You listened to him, each word painting an image in your mind. The other sounds in the graveyard faded to nothing. Chirps of crickets, leaves rustling in the wind, far-away calls of the city all background noise as you ingested his chilling story.
"I left a note. I guess they wanted to spare the embarrassment of a suicide, so they recorded it as if the sickness took me," he finished.
"Why are you telling me this?" you asked finally.
"Because I want you to know what you're getting into before I ask you to decide."
Your heart seizes in your chest, locking up with the implication of those words. So this was the surprise. The decision. The choice you'd asked about a year ago. The one he deemed you unfit for at the time. Internally, you wondered what changed.
"Decide if I want to be... like you?" you checked.
He nodded, his fingers stroking back and forth over the red cloth around your waist.
"I want you to think about it," he whispers, "You have to understand that if you make the change. There's no going back."
Stepping away from you, he walked around to stand in front. The moonlight shone down on his back, drowning him in shadows to your eyes. He stood above where his corpse was supposed to be lying in eternal rest.
Your heart pumped in the same steady rhythm but hard. You knew he could hear it. He reached out, grabbing one of your arms by the elbow. His fingers trailed down to your wrist.
"You'll still be mine either way, darling," he said. His striking eyes locked with yours. Even in the darkness, they stood out like prized jewels.
You still remained silent, mulling over the decision in your mind. It probably wasn't one you should make in such a short span of time given that it would change the rest of your life. On one hand, you could be like him. You could live forever. You could feed off the flesh of others, living solely during the nocturnal hours. Or you could maintain the status quo. Continue being his little mortal that he watched over and fed from on occasion.
What Leon didn't tell you was that it wasn't really a decision. At least not yours. An answer indicating you didn't want to change would suffice for now but not forever. You were his little human. His mate. He wouldn't live in a world without you. If he had to wait a while longer for you to be ready, so be it, but one day, you would be his in every sense.
Luckily for him though, you seem to already be swaying in his favor.
You stepped towards him. The soft dirt molded to the print of your shoe. "But if I change, won't things be different? Like between us?" you asked.
He couldn't help the smile that rose to his face. You always phrased things in the sweetest way. He found everything about it absolutely adorable. From your naive cadence to your shimmery doe eyes. His hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping back and forth over the soft expanse.
"Things would be different, yeah. But different doesn't mean all bad," he said.
He pulled you in closer by the back of your head. His muscular arm guided you in so your front was flush against his, those wondrous eyes gazing up at his face.
"I won't lie to you, at first things will be hard. This thing... it can feel like a curse," he murmured, "The taste of blood takes a while to get used to. The feeling of your prey going limp in your arms... it's a thrill like you can't even imagine. So horrific but satisfying."
The whispered words brought a chill over you stronger than the one inflicted by the night air. Staring into his eyes almost felt as if you were hypnotizing yourself, locking your mind into the trance of a predator you wouldn't be able to escape.
"But it can also be a gift," he continued, "You wouldn't have to worry about meaningless mortal worries. Wouldn't have to fear the idea of aging into irrelevancy."
He leans in, his lips brushing against yours. Already, you feel the urge to give in. Leon was nothing if not enticing, and the idea of being with him forever... it didn't sound so bad.
"How do you do it?" you finally asked.
His eyes gleamed with excitement at your wavering resolve. He pecked your lips, then the corner of your mouth, then your jaw. His mouth landed on your neck near your ear, just above the two faint markings that came from him sinking his fangs into you every so often.
"It'll be quick and painless, angel. Just a little bit of my blood should do it," he said.
You bit your lip at the thought. While his mouth latched onto your neck every other week, you'd never had the luxury of returning the favor. The image of it in your mind was sickening but exhilarating at the same time.
"If I change... will you still wanna drink from me? Will you still need me?" you wondered aloud.
"Of course, I'll need you. I'll always need you. Just not in that way after you evolve," he said and brought his face to be level with yours again, "Once you're like me, your blood will be too divine to be used only in that way. That's not to say I won't drink from you though."
Your eyes studied his face, trying to discern his meaning. He moved his mouth in and nipped at your lips.
"When you're like me, I'll drink from you for fun. Pure pleasure. Not because I need it to survive, but because I rather wouldn't without the taste of you," he said.
Blood rushed throughout your body as your heart pounded faster for him. You couldn't think of any reason to say no at this point. There didn't seem to be anything in your human life that would tether you to the only world you'd known. Instead, you wanted to bind yourself to the man in front of you. Your mate.
After only a few more seconds of thought, you whispered, "I'll do it."
His lips split into a wild grin. "That's my girl. My sweet little doll."
His arms looped around your figure and kept you right up against him. He kissed you without reserve now. The spoils of your decision were yours now. There was no reason to tease, no more reason to hint at things.
A delicate moan escaped your lips. You melted into the affection, resting your arms on his shoulders and shutting your eyes. The only two people in the world right now were you and him.
His hands rubbed up and down your back. They slid over your curves and massaged the tender flesh through your dress. His fingers fell to your ass, kneading the plush softness there. Following in the same direction, his lips drifted down your throat. They coasted over the pulsing of your carotid artery and onto the center where your vocal chords thrummed.
He kissed over your collar bone and the top of your chest left exposed by your dress. Your head fell back between your shoulders. The pleasure reverberating through you evaporated your thoughts into hot air between your ears. Your fingers threaded into his soft, ashy locks.
"Leon," you breathed. The word spilled from your lips like a prayer.
Straightening out, he stood up. "Be patient, baby. You should cherish these last moments you'll have, living the life you've always known."
His fingers began undoing the buttons of his dress shirt. The stiff fabric parted, revealing his alabaster chest and the chiseled definition of his abdomen. Both sides fell away. He left the garment hanging over his shoulders. He didn't bother discarding it entirely.
Next, from his pocket came what looked like a crucifix. You watched him bring the small item into view with curiosity. You tried to piece together its purpose or significance in this moment, unable to find one until his thumb pressed on a raised charm in the center and slid it downward.
A shining silver blade poked from the bottom. The point of it was sharper than any knife you'd ever seen. Each edge of the metal shimmered with the propensity to wound.
He could feel the way your eyes magnetized to the sleek surface. His cock kicked in his trousers from how entranced you appeared. Lowering to his knees, he rested a hand upon your shoulder and guided you down with him.
He didn't go for the transformation right away. His lips found yours again, engaging you in another passionate exchange. Your breaths puffed against his face. The hot air fanned across his skin. A small reminder of the heat he'd be harnessing forever.
His hands roamed your body. They pulled up the flowy bottom of your dress, bringing it above your hips. Your skin pebbled with the new coolness.
"Leon..." you whimpered. It was different from your last calling of his name. This one held some anxiety and trepidation. Both emotions you would be mostly freed from in a matter of minutes.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he muttered.
"Just... someone could see," you said, "Shouldn't we be quick?"
He chuckled and just shook his head, not stopping lavishing you with affection. "No one is here besides us. And even if there were, you know I would hear them coming," he teased, "They wouldn't be able to stop us anyway. No one is getting between you and I right now."
You keened under his touch. It was the truth. Anyone who tried to interrupt would be quickly silenced by your lover. Without the need for worry, you let out a sigh and relaxed. You could let yourself enjoy this.
The two of you made out for a while longer, the exact amount of time lost in the flurry of touches. When your eyes felt droopy and your lips swollen and wet, he finally pulled away. You blinked at him, and he dragged his fingers down your jaw.
"You're ready. This will be nice and easy. You just do as I say," he whispered.
He leaned back onto his knees. His skin glowed under the pale moonlight. The crucifix shined brighter as he raised it. You watched in silent awe, barely able to understand the scene playing out before you.
His hand brought it to the muscle resting right above his heart. He held it there for a second before pressing it to his own skin. Your eyes were unable to pull away as the blade dug into the flesh, drawing a scarlet line over the unmarred surface. Deep red trickled from the wound.
Lifting his eyes back to you, he examined your reaction. He didn't sense much activity going on in your head, and the look on your face told him he had you hooked.
"Come here, baby," he whispered, cupping the back of your head, "Take a drink. As much as you can."
Slowly, he pulled you in. He directed you to his chest and positioned your head right where the cut bled. Without question, your lips parted. You were unsure of how to connect with his skin at first. But once that cool, sticky liquid hit your mouth, it came like the most natural thing in the world.
They engulfed the crimson scrape. Your tongue laved at it for more. Now it was his turn to groan. His head fell back, and his cock filled out below.
"That's it," he rasped, "Nice and steady."
You suckled some more, your efforts rewarded with a thick stream flowing into your mouth. It was divine. Like a waterfall straight from heaven. You whined at the taste and pressed your hips right against his thigh.
He had told you a year ago that yours was the sweetest blood he'd ever come across, but that was clearly only because he'd never tasted his own. All you could think while it oozed down your throat was that you wanted, no needed, more.
Your heart hammered so loud in your ears, you would've thought you were close to cardiac arrest. But it kept going and going until it evened out. It felt as though your body had ascended. Everything felt so intense now. The only thing that kept you grounded was nursing the blood from Leon's cut.
Eventually, he pulled on your neck. You needed a break even if you didn't understand that. His fingers curled around your throat and gently eased you off. You didn't want to, that was evident by the way you grabbed at him and resisted his hand.
"Shh, shh, shh," he cooed while lowering you back against the dirt of his grave, "You're alright. You can have some more in a little while. Just let your body adjust."
Your eyes closed again. It felt like your head was spinning. He stroked your cheek and down your neck while getting on top of you. Dropping the crucifix beside you, he parted your thighs. Every nerve ending on your body was firing away right now. He knew you'd be dripping for him.
His fingers coasted up and down the smooth flesh of your legs. He could sense the change in you already. Your scent was morphing. It would only be a matter of time until your eyes brightened and your fangs came in.
Pushing his hips forward, he ground his bulge against your core. You mewled in response. The simple touch was enough to spark a rampage of bliss within you.
"Good girl," he praised, "Such a good girl. I told you this is what you were meant for."
You nodded hazily. He knew you were registering the words, but it looked more like you were living in a dream right now rather than lucid life.
He'd seen enough to know there was nothing left to wait for. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants. Next went the zipper, and then he pulled his cock out. He tugged on his shaft, ensuring it was ready for you.
You were too caught up in the novel feelings flooding your senses to care about doing your part of the undressing, so he stepped in. His fingers hooked around the thin lace of your panties and yanked them down. They rolled in on themselves and dimpled the soft muscles of your thighs.
When your cunt was exposed to him, he saw his predictions had been true. Your folds glistened for him. The wetness sparkles under the silver light emanating from the sky.
"Pretty baby," he whispered while guiding his tip towards your entrance.
He lined it up with your hole before nudging it in. You sucked in a gasp, trembling at the intrusion. The connection felt all-consuming. The bond between you and Leon was above you now, out of your control. You couldn't break it if you wanted to. It was eternal.
His hands grabbed your hips, giving him leverage to thrust in and out of you. Skin clapped against skin while both of you moaned in ecstasy. The otherwise quiet cemetery filled with the sounds of your passion.
He rolled himself into you, sheathing his length in the tight embrace of your walls. You clamped around him. Every rock of his pelvis got you to squeeze on him. He panted with the restraint it took not to just pound you into the ground.
Your arms reached up, and your hands grabbed for him. Your fingers flexed as you tried to get him closer. He lowered himself, allowing you to drag him the rest of the way. Your scarlet-stained mouth kissed his lips with the same dedication you'd had for drinking his blood.
He groaned and returned the kisses. Saliva smeared over his chin. Your efforts were a bit cloudy from the lusty fog in your head. His name leaked from your mouth again. And again. And then again. As if it was the only word you knew. The only word you found worth knowing.
"Mhm. I'm right here, beloved. I'm here with you," he breathed.
"Forever," you whimpered.
Your forearm rested over the back of his neck, bobbling around with each jolt of his body. Your fingers lazily toyed with the ends of his hair. The strands felt like silk between your digits. He gazed into your eyes. Already, he could see your irises shifting to a stronger color.
"My beautiful little love. There's nothing more I could want. Just you with me till the rest of the world is dead and gone," he whispered.
You moaned in response. Your head nodded frantically. You couldn't be more eager to express your agreement.
He grinned and kissed your throat more. You could feel the points of his fangs scraping over the tender area. He didn't puncture like so many times before, he merely reminded you of the idea. Because of that, you knew he was close. He always wanted to bite right around the time the coils in his stomach started to tighten and his balls started to draw up.
Grunting against your neck, he kept his hold secure on you. His abs twitched while his breaths became labored. He pumped into your pussy a few more times before a breathy moan burst from him.
"Fuck..." he sighed.
He slammed into you for a final time, draining himself into your heat. You trembled a final few humanly shudders before deflating against the ground below you. Your head tilted back, and the headstone behind came into view again. You wondered if you'd get a similar one for yourself now or if you could just disappear into the night unnoticed.
He came down from his high with his face buried in the crook of your neck, but once his breathing had evened out, he pulled back to look down at you. He brushed his thumb over your cheek once more, cherishing the sight of your tinted lips and glassy eyes.
"This is only the beginning, beloved," he whispered, "This is the dawn of the rest of your days."
He connected you in one more kiss. One last gesture of his undying affection before he would help you put yourself back together again. He could already feel your skin beginning to cool.
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Matinta Pere-Rose
As requested by @brunossan
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"Out of the way, losers!" Cardin Winchester, former bully of Beacon Academy, shoved his way past Team RWBY. Well, not as much of a bully as he used to be, but he was still kind of a jerk. As he shoved open the door to the cafeteria, a paint bucket fell on his head, knocking him to the floor and covering him in dark gray. He groaned as one hand rubbed his sore head and the other attempted to flick paint from his fingers.
"You said you're not bad anymore, but that doesn't mean you have to be so gray!" Yang Xiao Long teased as she walked by.
"...What?" Weiss Schnee blinked a couple of times, eyes darting this way and that as she tried to make sense of Yang's joke.
"I think she's making a pun out of black and white being extremes and gray being the middle ground." Blake Belladonna reasoned.
"That's hardly a pun." Weiss critiqued.
"Ah, everyone's a critic!" Yang waved her hand at her teammates.
"Should we... help him?" Blake turned back to see Jaune already helping his former tormentor to his feet, uncaring that paint was sticking to his wolf-like fur. She had a soft smile on her face, comfortable in knowing that this supposed monster was less a savage beast and more of a good-hearted teen.
"He should have kept his end of the deal." Blake's smile faded as her ears picked up Ruby Rose's words. It was soft, muttered so low that nobody else seemed to hear it.
"Did you say something, Ruby?"
"N-No!"
Ruby definitely said something. Blake and her leader had been together long enough for her to recognize the red-caped girl's voice. But as Jaune Arc and his team arrived behind her, Blake chose to ignore it. Arguing with each other before lunch never made the food taste better anyways.
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At around midnight, there was a shuffle in Team RWBY's dorm. Weiss and Yang were fast asleep, with the latter snoring like some kind of barn animal. Blake turned to the noise, opening the eye closest to her pillow, and found Ruby sneaking out the window. Both girls were still as they looked at each other, though to Ruby, Blake didn't look like she was awake. When she rolled over in her bed, Ruby let out a sigh and then jumped out.
Blake used her semblance to make it look like she was still in bed as she rolled out of the covers. Quickly and quietly running to the window, she couldn't find Ruby. What she could find, however, were black feathers fluttering from the window. Looking up, she found a black bird squawking outside of another dorm on another level. Judging by the amount of fancy things flying out of the window in an attempt to hit the bird, Blake assumed it was Coco Adel of Team CFVY who was being bothered. The bird fluttered about, dodging expensive handbags and designer shoes.
Though it was a good distance away, Blake's cat-like ears could pick up Coco shouting. "I've already thrown everything I don't care about at you! What more do you want?!" At this, the bird landed on the windowsill and barked.
"What in the world?" Blake whispered. Was that... a crow? What was a crow doing harassing students late at night? And where did Ruby go? Could it be that Ruby...?
The bird squawked and then took off, flying down from the window. Blake hurried away as it made its way down to her window, leaping into bed as she dispelled the clone. There was a flutter of wings before the sound of boots tapped against the dresser by the window. It couldn't be...
"Stupid feathers..." Ruby quietly groused as leaned down and plucked black feathers from the floor. She turned and dropped them from the window, watching them flutter and drift away into the winds of the night. She then shut the window and softly chuckled to herself. "And nobody's the wiser~."
That Blake could confirm was untrue.
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"Ruby."
"Gah!" Ruby jumped in her seat, coffee nearly spilling onto her hand. "Oh, hey, Blake! You scared me."
"I know what you've been up to."
Ruby looked around, her sister on one end of the room shadow boxing with headphones on, while Weiss was out doing some shopping. Looking to the scowling girl, she gave a smile as she set her coffee aside. "I don't know what you're talking about~."
"I don't know how you're doing it, but I know you've been turning into a bird and harassing students."
"Psh, n-no, I'm not..." Ruby lied, looking away from her teammate. "W-Why would I even do that?"
"I don't know." Blake folded her arms. "That's why I came to you as a friend. Your friend."
Ruby winced at that. Friends didn't keep things from friends. After all, Blake was very upfront about her past with the White Fang. Not at first, but she was still open about it when she did. Now she was asking Ruby to do the same. With a sigh, she turned, fully facing Blake.
"Okay, you got me. I'm a... What was it called again? A... matinta perera?"
Blake blinked. "A what?"
"It's this weird bird thing that I can turn into." Ruby pulled out a notebook and began drawing pictures to get her point understood. Every night, around midnight, I go outside, and I turn into a bird. Then I go to people's room and bother them until they promise me things.
"What 'things'?" Blake raised a brow.
"Usually coffee." She gestured to her mug. "That's what I usually do, anyways. I've heard other people ask for food, money, or whatever, but I like coffee the best."
"How do they know it's you?"
"That's the neat part; they don't!" She drew herself in a hood. "I come up to them early in the morning and ask them for coffee with my hood on. And like magic, they give it to me~!"
"What if they don't have coffee?"
"Then they get what Cardin got." Ruby drew Cardin with a paint bucket on his head. That's what Blake assumed she was drawing. The bird looked like a hairy V, Ruby in a hood looked like a partially colored number 8, and Cardin was a circle-person blob with a square on his head. "I dunno how it works, or how I even got this ability, but bad luck just follows them around all day!"
"That sounds incredible dangerous. What if something happens to them?"
"Relax, Blake~!" Ruby waved off. "I don't do this to teams about to go out on missions. And besides, I'm saving lien on coffee anyways~!"
"Ruby," Blake slapped her hand to the desk, giving a serious glare to her leader, "people are going to get hurt if you keep this up. You need to stop!"
"Only if they don't give me what I want." Ruby shrugged. "Don't tell me you actually feel sorry for Cardin."
"This isn't right!"
"Everything okay over there, guys?" Blake turned to see her partner, Yang, looking at the two with concern. "Sounds like things are getting heated over there. And not in the fun way."
"We're fine! Just having a discussion about coffee!" Ruby answered. "Right, Blake?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Oof! I don't wanna get involved in this then." Yang held up her hands and walked out of the dorm. "I'll let you two settle it your way. I'm not getting between Rubes and her coffee." With that, the door shut.
"Does she know?"
"About me turning into a bird? Kinda." Ruby answered. "She doesn't know about the deal part, though."
"If you won't stop, then I'll tell her."
"Yeah, you're right, and maybe I'll tell her about those books you've lent me~."
"Books?" A chill shot up Blake's spine. THOSE books. They weren't inappropriate for Ruby, technically speaking, but if Yang found out that her baby sister was getting into something intended for readers 16 years or older, it would be Blake's head! Yang might even burn all of Blake's other books just to be safe! "You wouldn't."
"You're right, I won't," she smiled, her lips curling into a sinister grin, "so long as you don't."
Blake gritted her teeth and clicked her tongue, stepping away and out of the dorm. Ruby leaned back in triumph as the door shut behind her. The girl had picked up a mean streak from somewhere all of a sudden and it was up to Blake to cut it short! But how if she couldn't tell Yang? Telling the professors would likely yield the same results. Was there anyone at Beacon who could help her out?!
"Hey, Blake!" She looked up to see Jaune looking down at her. When did she get down on the floor? "You okay? You look kinda sad."
"I'm fine, it's just..." She sighed, resting her head on her folded arms. "Something to do with Ruby and coffee."
"Ah, I getcha!" Jaune wagged his finger at her. "Yeah, Ruby gets pretty protective of her coffee. I'm glad we each have our own separate coffee makers. I wouldn't want Ruby to get ahold of my chocolate beans!"
"Can you eat chocolate beans?" Blake asked, looking up.
"Why not? I mean, I wouldn't recommend eating them, though. They're more the brewing kind of beans."
"Brewing?" Blake stood up. "Wait, you mean they're chocolate coffee beans?"
"Yeah! Isn't that what I said?" At this, Blake got an idea, and she grinned. "Blake?"
"JAUNE! COULD I GET SOME OF THOSE CHOCOLATE COFFEE BEANS YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT?!" Blake shouted, loudly towards the young werewolf.
"Shshsh! Not so loud, Blake!" He waved his hands towards her, trying to quiet her down. "The last thing I want is for Ruby to break down my door and take my coffee! I spent most of my birthday lien to get this bag!"
"Oh, excuse me, Jaune. Let's talk about this further in your room."
"Okay." Jaune sighed. "Don't scare me like that, Blake. You never know who might be listening in."
As the two entered the dorm, Blake looked back to her dorm and noticed the door cracked open a bit. She smiled as his door came shut. Though it was hard to hear through the door behind her and Jaune's voice explaining how and when he got his bag of beans, but she could have sworn she picked up something her leader said.
"Chocolate coffee beans~?"
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Ruby flew around the building to the other side, just outside of Team JNPRs dorm. She looked inside to find everyone was fast asleep. She grinned internally, since birds can't smile, and began her typical routine of being annoying. She squawked and barked. There was a sound from inside, though Ruby couldn't hear it.
Suddenly, a figure rose and opened the window. Before Ruby could get even louder, she noticed the silhouette was still rising. And their piercing blue eyes had an... inhuman intent behind them. Sensing danger, she tried to fly away but was snatched from the air by its massive hands. She gazed in horror as it looked down with long, dagger-like teeth. Of all the times to be without her weapon!
The creature shut the windows and turned away, letting Ruby go. She changed back and ran through the JNPR door. She even used her semblance to keep her well and ahead as she ran. However, the beast was not only just as fast, but tricky, too, as it outpaced and practically guided Ruby down the path it wanted. All the way up to the roof.
She shut the door behind her and backed away, hoping against the hopelessness of her situation. Maybe it got bored. Maybe it found something else to do. Maybe it decided Ruby wouldn't be that tasty anyways? Maybe-
Tak! Ruby whirled at the sound. Did that thing get up here before her?!
"Ruby."
"Blake?!" Sure enough, the girl's teammate was right behind her, arms folded. "Blake, you have to help me! There's a monster coming after me!"
"A monster? Well, Ruby, what will you give me?"
"Huh?!"
"You like to make deals, Ruby, so why don't I make my own?" She pointed a finger at her. "You stop this extortion racket and I'll help you."
"What do sponges have to do with anything?!"
"Not absorbent, extor- The taking coffee from people thing!"
"What?! No way!"
"Then I guess I won't help you. In fact..." Faster than Ruby could react, Blake held a tight grip on the team leader. Forced to face the door, which was pounding.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Ruby struggled, but she couldn't break free.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
She kicked the gravel, but only pebbles moved freely.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"OKAY, FINE!" Ruby cried, tears from her eyes. "JUST LET ME GO AND I WON'T DO IT ANYMORE! I PROMISE~!"
The door came open. Ruby shut her eyes as a large, furred claw emerged from the building. Her heart thundered against her chest as her life flashed before her eyes. At least she'd be able to see her Mom...
"Blake? Can we stop?" She opened her eyes to see the monster. And he looked... worried? And he sounded a lot like... "I think Ruby's had enough."
"Jaune?" Blinking, she suddenly noticed the familiarity of his blue eyes. "Jaune?! Wha- What is going on here?!" Blake released Ruby and stepped back. "Blake, did you know about- Wait, are you ACTUALLY a werewolf?!"
"Yeah, what did you think I was?"
"I thought you were just a really hair Faunus!" She turned to Blake. "Er, n-no offense."
"I thought the same thing at first, too." Blake admitted.
"Well, since we're all here and talking, why don't we talk about what you've been up to, Ruby." Jaune said, looking down at Ruby.
"You told him?"
"You said not to tell Yang or the professors." Blake gestured to Jaune. "He's neither."
Ruby pouted. "I can't believe you told on me to your werewolf boyfriend."
"HE'S NOT MY-"
"Ruby!" Both girls quieted Jaune's bark. Not like an actual animal bark, but a- You know what I mean! "Stealing is wrong. Even if you don't think it's stealing, you're still abusing your powers to get things from other people by tricking them. That's wrong. That's not why we're at Beacon."
Ruby was quiet for a moment. Jaune was right. She shouldn't have been doing this kind of stuff, especially since she's trying to become a huntress. "I know. I just remembered hearing someone had coffee and I got excited to have some, but they said no, so I-"
"Wait, who's the someone?" Blake asked. "The only person you ever asked for coffee from was-" Blake's eyes widened. "So that was YOU outside of our dorm a few weeks ago?"
"Weiss only buys coffee for herself! And I really wanted a cup for myself."
"Oh, Ruby..." Blake shook her head.
"Weiss stopped sharing after the first week!" Ruby pleaded. "She told me to get my own, so... I did. I'm sorry."
"Well, Ruby, do you want some coffee?"
"Huh?" Ruby looked to Jaune, confused.
"What?!" Blake looked, too, even more confused. "Jaune, she just confessed to committing a crime. Multiple times!"
"And she said she was sorry. So, coffee?"
"Uh... Yeah!" Ruby perked up. "I'd love some coffee!"
"I can brew you a cup! BUT," Jaune held up a clawed finger, "you have to promise not to do this ever again."
"I promise!"
"Pinkie promise?" Jaune held out his clawed pinkie.
"Pinkie promise!" Ruby immediately hooked her tiny pinkie in response and shook with him. "It's a deal!"
"How about you, Blake? Coffee?"
Blake stood in disbelief at how easy it was for Jaune to get Ruby to stop her crime spree. The only thing more disbelieving was that Ruby and Jaune were both... not human. Not like Blake was not human, because they weren't Faunus, either. It was such an odd coincidence that Blake wasn't sure she'd be able to sleep soundly tonight. So...
"Coffee sounds great, actually."
#rwby#jaune is a werewolf#jaune is a werewolf au#jaune arc#ruby rose#blake belladonna#werewolf#matinta perera#yang xiao long#weiss schnee#werewolf au
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happy boopoween!! 👻🎃(word: boo!)
Happy Halloween my friend. Thank you for trick or treating with me. This one got away from me 700 words! Sorry! Also here’s your dragon. He tells me he’s the night!
“BOO!”
Looking up slowly Eddie takes in the view. It really shouldn’t work but regretfully it does but not in a scary way, the ears are cute, the tail is interesting and Eddie would prefer not to think too much on that right now. The tight black t shirt and jeans are better. The whiskers are just confusing.
“Jump?”
He says it because something seems to be expected from him but cats, even Halloween ones aren’t known for their scare factor and anyway he saw him coming so he’d been prepared.
“Come on Eddie!!”
He hides his smile and swallows down the chuckle at the petulant tone and the irritated hand waving around.
“You’re supposed to be scared. I'm meant to be a scary witch's cat.”
“I got that much. Remind me why?”He pulls on his other shoe, finally ready to go home after an eventful shift.
Buck’s mouth opens but the why of it all suddenly hurtles into the locker room and flings itself at the legs of the not so scary cat in front of him. It’s a small whirl of bright colours and black. Stripy tights and a pointed hat that’s in danger of losing its owner. The visual effect of chaos is enhanced by the excited squeal of “Uncle Buck!”
The effect on the ‘cat’ is instant, Buck’s stooping down and he grabs his niece, beaming like he’s from Cheshire, lifting her into the air so she screams even louder, little legs kicking in joy.
Eddie hopes he puts his feelings back where they belong before Maddie catches up with her daughter. Judging by the look she gives him as she walks in, maybe not.
“Happy Halloween Eddie.”
Then she looks around as if she’s searching for something, “but where’s Buck? All I can see is this adorable kitty!”
She reaches up and pinches his cheek on the last word, making Buck frown and wrinkle his nose. Eddie wishes he didn’t think it was cute.
“Mamma! That’s Uncle Buck! He’s my kitty just like I asked! He’s my witch’s kitty, he’s scary.”
Buck hisses and claws the air.
“Oh yes he’s very scary.” Maddie’s smile so like Buck’s lights up her face. “You ready?”
Buck nods and puts Jee down. “Ready and willing, let’s trick or treat!”
“Uncle Eddie?”
He looks down at Jee startled, aware both the other adults are staring. It’s the first time she’s called him that, it makes his heart feel funny, ignoring that, he looks down at Maddie’s adorable daughter.
“Yes sweetheart?”
“Where’s your costume? You can’t go trick or treat without a costume.”
He looks up for help and finds none. Maddie’s smiling and Buck has his arms folded.
“Yeah Eddie, where’s your costume?”
He glares at him. “I left it at home, sorry Jee.”
“Don’t worry” she lifts the hat off her head and holds it up to him. You can borrow this and be a witch like me. I don’t mind sharing Uncle Buck with you, he likes you too.”
Eddie risks a glance at his best friend and notices he’s looking in the opposite direction. The whiskers are on cheeks just a little bit pinker than they were.
The witch is getting impatient judging by the tug on his jeans. He kneels down and she puts his hat on and looks at him, Eddie’s suddenly reminded of Chimney.
“Pretty good. Not as good as me but that’s ok.”
She holds his hand and drags him towards Buck and his sister. Jee takes Buck’s hand too and drags them both towards Maddie’s car.
It looks like he’s going trick or treating. Casting a glance over Jee’s head he whispers
“You don’t mind?”
Buck holds his eyes a moment longer than necessary and says just as quietly, “I don’t mind, always rather you were around anyway.”
There’s a pause “I like the hat, suits you.”
He laughs, “well I like the ears, you look cute.”
“Not scary?” Buck sounds a little wistful.
“Not even a bit.”
And that’s the weird thing isn’t it the way he feels about Buck isn’t scary at all. Eddie watches Buck help Jee into the car, then turns and sees Maddie watching him, watch Buck.
She lifts an eyebrow at him. “You ready?”
He looks over his shoulder before he answers, Buck’s ridiculous tail is waving from side to side, Jee is giggling at something he said or did.
Eddie returns his gaze to Maddie and nods.
“Yeah I think I am.”
Tags although this one is about to go on Ao3 as my Halloween contribution this year!
@monsterrae1 @lonelychicago @thekristen999 @thelikesofus @bekkachaos @beyourownanchor6 @dangerpronebuddie @daffi-990 @tizniz @eddiebabygirldiaz @exhuastedpigeon @diazsdimples @jesuisici33 @dr-shortsighted-owl @hippolotamus @bi-buckrights @watchyourbuck @inell @repressedqueen
#Spottys trick or treat#in box trick or treating#spotty scribbles#spotty draws bad dragons#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie fic#911 abc#halloween#happy halloweeeeeeen
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