#and y’all are making it so tempting to just turn right the fuck around and leave again lmao

[capetowncapers]

This close 👌🏻 to just driving off somewhere even though I just got home a couple hours ago bc I’m already over my family.

[plussizeficchick]

Agora Hills | Eren x Chubby!Reader

Ahhh! It’s part 2 to The Weekend! I didn’t expect y’all to like the first part as much so I’m hoping this lives up to y’all’s expectations😂

Warnings: Mean!Eren (but really only to Mikasa and Historia) Pick Me!Mikasa and Historia (they will be dealt with) smut(cunnilingus, P in V, mentions of fingering, panty sniffing) not proofread (sorry y’all)

She felt like she was going to be sick.

How could he?

How could you?

She cried in your arms, she poured her heart out to both of you and this is what you do?

No.

It had to be you.

You must have tempted him, this was just some elaborate revenge for her talking to that one guy at Connie’s party a while back. 

Because no way her Eren would be caught dead with you.

— —

Mikasa’s knees were ready to give way.

All throughout the day, you and Eren had been carefully avoiding her but it was time for your daily meetup at lunch with the rest of the group, so she’ll give you an opportunity to explain yourselves and if she’s willing, she’s open to forgiveness.

Oh how she wishes she’d have just skipped lunch.

She was seated next to Historia in the cafe, along with Armin, Jean and Connie awaiting the arrival of you both. She needed Historia for moral support, having told her of your treachery. Historia wasn’t nearly as upset as Mikasa had expected, but she chalked it up to shock because honestly, she was shocked too.

As soon as the doors to the cafeteria open, everyone’s head turns, the sight of Eren holding the door open for you coming into view.

He walks in after you, eyes raking over your figure as if he didn’t help you pick out your outfit for the day.

It was a simple halter top and mini skirt combo paired with some short, heeled sandals, but that wasn’t what brought the smirk to his lips.

No, it was the pretty gold anklet with his initials and the gorgeous emerald necklace that he’d paired with it that brought the smile to his face.

You looked so pretty with his claim on you.

You both saunter up to your friends, hand in hand, before Eren pulls out your seat for you, taking the one beside you for himself before you both engage in conversation with the guys.

“So, does no one see a problem?” Historia asks incredulously. Has she entered the fucking twilight zone?

Armin shrugs, doing a onceover of the table, “I don’t think so. Everyone’s here right?” He asks, getting a brief nod from everyone.

Not that you and Eren were paying attention. You both were too busy giggling amongst yourselves.

“Eren?” Mikasa squeaks out. She couldn’t believe that after all this time, he’d just throw her away. And for you of all people?

Oh no.

She’s worked too hard, put up with too much to just let him go.

He begrudgingly looks away from you, his mood immediately dampening as he addresses her. “Yeah?” He sighs. 

She ignores his disposition, wanting to know just what the fuck you two had going on. “Can I talk to you? Privately?” She grits out through clenched teeth. Eren rolls his eyes before turning his attention back to you, playing with the emerald pendant, “Nah, why? What happened?” 

Mikasa blushes as everyone turns their gazes towards her, the tension palpable. “What happened? What happened, Eren, is you parading her around like she’s your girlfriend when we-” “When we what, exactly? Look Mikasa, you’re a nice girl but (Y/N)’s different. She makes me feel some type of way whenever I’m with her. We just click in a way that you and I never could.” He cuts her off.

Her heart breaks, tears threatening to fall when she casts a glance at her friends, but the way they avert their eyes has her stomach dropping further. “You guys knew?” She barely manages to get out. 

Connie and Jean mumble affirmations, but Armin stutters out a reply, “But not for that long, Mikasa!” He squeaks out, however, Historia’s had enough, “That’s enough! Eren, you’re being cruel. You can’t possibly want her over me-Mikasa!” She exclaims. Eren snarls, his temper spiking. “I’m getting real tired of you guys talking about my girl like that, so I’m only going to say this once,” He grits out. “Being cruel is pretending to be Mikasa’s friend when you’ve been begging me to fuck you behind her back. Being cruel is telling me that Mikasa’s a pathetic bitch and that I can do better than her. And you know what? You’re right! And you’re fucking looking at her, so the both of you can fuck off out of my face.” He practically spits at her. Historia’s jaw drops and Mikasa just wants the earth to swallow her whole. 

She rushes out of the cafeteria, Historia hot on her heels, spewing apologies. Eren turns to you, thumb brushing over your cheek softly. “You okay, baby?” He asks, pressing a brief peck to your lips. “Yeah, just not very hungry anymore.” You sigh. Eren frowns, but you’re sure to reassure him. “It’s not because of them, babe. Just wanna be alone with you right now.” You murmur, running your manicured hand along his arm. 

He smirks, now eager to get you both out of there. “Hey, we’re gonna rain check on the lunch.” Eren announces to your friends. He helps you out of your seat, guiding you out of the cafeteria.

“He’s fucking whipped.” Connie jokes, gaining laughs from the two men.

— —

You both barely made it past the threshold of his dorm before you were on each other, tongues darting into each other’s mouths eager to gain dominance.

Eren presses you against the door, hiking you up to press his clothed cock against your cunt. “You don’t think anybody noticed, right?” He mumbles into your mouth, the taste of you too good to pull away from. “You fingering me under the table?” You ask. He nods, pulling back slightly to move his attention to your neck, the previous love bites fading to make room for new ones. You shrug, moaning as he sucks on a particularly sensitive spot, your panties dampening further as a result, “Who cares?”

Eren chuckles at your neediness, moving to press a searing kiss to your lips as he walks you both to his bedroom. He carefully placed you down, pulling back fully to look at you.

He doesn’t think you fully grasp the hold you have on him, but there’s plenty of time to convince you.

He moves to peel away the tight mini skirt and top you have on, your lacy thong being the only thing keeping him from your warm center. You whine for him to get undressed, the sight of his hard abs and tattoos causing your pussy to clench around nothing. He obliges you, removing his hoodie and jeans along with his boxers before he rejoins you on the bed.

He runs a finger over your soaking panties before pulling them down, strings of your arousal sticking to the small piece of cloth.

The next moment is hazy to the both of you, all Eren knows is that he’s not going to be able to go one day without your pussy on his face.

He dives in, his tongue immediately lapping up the juices that escaped from your slick hole before trailing up to your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves. You whine, clit throbbing under his ministrations. He takes long, languid licks up and down the slit before flicking his tongue over the bud. You gasp as you cum with a shout, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

He’s faring no better, the way your thick thighs clamped over his head, squeezing him further into your cunt has him rutting against the sheets, the tip dripping pre. He pulls away when the need for air becomes necessary, taking in gulps of air while nuzzling into your fupa.

“You’re so pretty, baby. So fucking sexy.” He mumbles into the soft skin. You run your fingers through his unruly hair, the soft locks falling from your fingers. “Want you to fuck me, ‘Ren.” You whine out, aching to feel the length of him stretch you out. He complies, pressing kisses along your body before he presses a sweet kiss to your lips, the taste of you still dancing on his tongue.

He uses the kiss to distract you from the slight sting of his cock stretching your cunt. He hisses at the feel of your warm cunt wrapping around his cock, the slickness of your juices making the glide into you that much easier.

He sits up slightly, fucking into you as he reaches over you to grab something, groaning and cock twitching as he grabs his prize. You barely manage to look up to see your panties pressed against his nose, tongue laving over the damp patch.

You cry out at the sight, your pussy quivering as you pull him into a messy kiss, sucking his tongue into your mouth. You both whine into each other's mouths, declarations of love spilling from each other's lips as you both reach your high. You clamp down around Eren, your cunt gushing and clenching as you coat his cock in your essence and he fills you up, warm cum painting your walls white.

You’re panting, the exertion catching up to you both as you snuggle into each other, your fingers tracing over the tattoo with your name on it. You’re tired, but you know it’s only a matter of time before you’re at it again.

It’s a good thing neither of them could keep him satisfied.

— —

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[soulaires]

Whiskey on ice.

pairings: Aaron Warner x Fem!Reader

summary: What’s the best thing that ever happened to you and why is it (drunk) Aaron Warner?

warnings: alcohol, ooc(?) Aaron Warner, kissing, suggestive themes, fluff, and a light smut!

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The phone buzzed insistently on your nightstand, waking you from your deep slumber. Groaning, you fumbled for it in the darkness, squinting at the screen.

Kenji’s name illuminated the room.

Of course, it was fucking Kenji. Damn you, Kishimoto.

“What the fuck do you want?” You mumbled, your voice thick with annoyance and sleepiness.

“Hey there, sunshine,” came Kenji's sarcastic voice through the speaker. “So sorry to interrupt your slumber, sleeping beauty.” Kenji slurred, clearly drunk.

“Kenji, it’s two in the morning,” you groaned, rubbing your eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Well, I’ve got a little situation here,” he replied, his tone strangely cryptic.

Jesus Christ.

“What kind of situation?” You asked, growing more concerned by the second.

“Aaron fucking Warner.” Kenji deadpanned.

“He's had a bit too much to drink,” Kenji explained, his voice full of amusement.

"Tell her I love her!"

You grinned when you heard Warner’s drunken voice in the background cutting kenji off. He definitely sounded as if he’d had a bit more to drink than usual.

“And he's a little... clingy and needy, to say the least.” He continued.

“Kishimoto, tell her I love her!” Your boyfriend's voice can be heard in the background.

“He says he lo—” Kenji paused, his phone shuffled loudly and your eyes narrowed at the sound. And then you heard Aaron on Kenji's phone a second later.

“My love, I love you,” Aaron said to the other line.

“I love you too, Aaron.” You replied, smiling.

“You’re the most beautiful person I have laid my eyes upon, angel. My pretty love,” Aaron continued. “You are my face of aphrodite, The human embodiment of all of my desires, my beloved.”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliment, biting up a smile, “Oh don’t you think that’s an exaggeration—“

“No,” Aaron cut you off firmly. “It is not, it’s the truth, my love. You-you are-“

“Warner, give me back my phone, asshole!”

As you fought back a laughter, you still can hear your boyfriend’s drunk voice in the background.

“Drunk Aaron Warner?” you repeated, trying to wrap your head around the image. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Oh, it's very real,” Kenji assured you. “And I need your help to wrangle him. He won't stop talking about you, and he's insistent on seeing you.”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. The thought of a tipsy Aaron Warner being affectionate and flirtatious was too tempting to resist.

“I'll be right there,” you said, already throwing on some clothes and grabbing your keys.

“Okay, we will just try to make him drink water,” Kenji assured you.

“Oh my fucking god—no, Warner, you fucking tell her that! That’s too much information, man. Disgusting.”

You hear kenji rant, not entirely sure you wanted to know what drunk aaron was spewing to kenji.

“Y’all need to leave me alone to y’all’s sex life, for real.” Kenji mumbled as he turned off the call.

When you arrived at the designated meeting spot, you spotted Kenji standing by a black car. Aaron Warner was leaning against the vehicle, his normally impeccable suit rumpled and his tie hanging loose. He looked a little disheveled, but his green eyes sparkled with mischief as he caught sight of you.

“There’s my pretty baby,” Aaron slurred, pushing off the car and stumbling toward you.

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unsteady gait. "Hey, darling. Having a good time?"

Aaron grinned broadly, his trademark stoicism replaced by an endearing warmth. "The best time," he declared. "But it could be even better if you were here with me."

Kenji rolled his eyes as he strutted off to you and Aaron. "Take him home, will you? He's been driving me crazy all night." You only nodded and gave him a smile.

As you led Aaron to the car, he leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder. "You're so pretty," he slurred.

You couldn't help but blush at his candidness. "I think you're pretty great too, Warner."

With some effort, you managed to get him into the passenger seat. He insisted on holding your hand during the entire drive, peppering your knuckles with sweet, slightly drunken kisses.

"You're amazing," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm lucky to have you."

As the ride goes on, Aaron’s hand had traveled from your hand to your inner thigh, caressing it and making you shiver from his touch.

“Aaron! We’re on the road, hands to yourself!” You told him, pulling out his hand from your thigh.

“‘m sorry, love, can’t help myself.” He mumbled. “You just smell so good, makes me wanna…” after that, you can’t understand the incoherent words he was saying.

“uhuh,” you mused, “keep your hands to yourself for a moment, yeah?” You told him as warner only grunted in response.

When you arrived home, you helped him out of the car. He stumbled a few times, but you were there to catch him each time. Inside, you settled him on the couch, where he promptly draped himself across your lap.

"You're comfy," he mumbled, nuzzling into your thigh.

You chuckled, running your fingers through his tousled hair. "I'm glad you think so."

As you went to the kitchen to grab him some water, you felt him following you.

His hands firmly gripped your hips once more, drawing you close to him in an abrupt, passionate motion. A gasp of surprise escaped your lips as his forehead lowered to meet yours. The faint scent of alcohol lingered on his breath as he nestled his nose against yours.

"I just want to make love to you tonight, angel," he murmured, his words causing your breath to quicken. His intentions were crystal clear, and you felt your resolve waver in response to his desire.

Breathing becoming shallower, you struggled to maintain composure as he continued, his hands descending to firmly grasp your hips, pressing your body against his.

"Not— not tonight," you stammered out, fighting against the powerful pull of his closeness.

"I just want to make you feel good, my sweet girl," he whispered, his voice laced with desire. His hands slid sensuously down to your waist, pulling your hips into a slow, intoxicating dance with his.

"Want to take care of you. Always want to take care of you."

You moistened your lips, trying to regain control, all while Aaron's hips moved against yours, making it increasingly difficult to resist. You exhaled a deep breath, attempting to stay collected.

"Not tonight, baby," you whispered back, your voice trembling.

His lips lowered beside your ear, sending shivers down your spine as they brushed against your skin. "I always take care of my love," he purred, placing a lingering kiss along your neck. "Always take real good care of you, my sweet angel."

"Let me take care of you tonight, please."

"Not when you've drunk so much," you replied, your voice wavering. With great effort, you managed to step back out of his embrace, resisting the urge to grind back into him. "Let's get you to the couch. I'll get you some water."

Aaron sighed deeply, his hands halting their explorations. You guided him down the hallway towards his couch, and he plopped down onto it. You fetched a glass of water from his kitchen and handed it to him. He downed it quickly, and you set the empty cup on the coffee table.

Turning your attention back to him, you noticed his disheveled work clothes. "How about I help you get ready for bed? Does that sound good?"

A sly grin crossed Aaron's face as he replied, "That depends. What are we doing in bed?"

"Sleeping, Aaron," you asserted firmly. Bending over, you took hold of his hands and gently tugged him from the couch. "Come on."

After helping Aaron into his bed, you slipped in beside him. He immediately curled up against you, his arms enveloping your waist.

"You're incredible," he whispered, breaking the silence.

You couldn't help but snort softly and shake your head. "And you're drunk," you replied.

"No, I'm serious," he insisted. "You're so smart, kind-hearted, funny, perfect. You're... you're too good for me. Much too good for me."

A frown creased your brow as he continued, his words spilling forth in a torrent of insecurity. "And I can't help but wonder how a heart like yours could ever love a heart like mine. You deserve someone better."

"Stop that, Aaron," you warned, your voice gentle but firm.

He shook his head vigorously. "Shush. Do not worry, my love," he murmured. "I'm far too selfish to want to give you up now.

"I will keep trying to be better to deserve you, my beloved. Please remember that," he said earnestly, his gaze locked onto yours.

"Aaron..." you began, but he interrupted.

"Please don't ever get tired of me," he pleaded. You looked at him, your heart swelling with affection, and kissed his forehead.

"I won't, love. You have me until the end of the universe," you assured him.

"I love you," he declared, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that held your attention.

For a moment, you were captivated by the depth of emotion in his eyes, as if his "I love you" carried a significance beyond words.

"I love you too," you whispered back, feeling a warmth spread through your heart. His head tilted slightly, a softer expression on his face, his lips parting in a gentle smile.

His gaze remained fixed on you, and you sensed that his love was something profound, something that words could never truly capture.

After a moment of silence, he spoke up.

“Love?” he asked tentatively through the dark.

“Hmm?” you answered.

There was a brief moment of hesitation before he spoke.

“Will you at least kiss me?” he asked.

“Of course, pretty boy,” you replied.

You leaned in, his lips seeking yours. The kiss was passionate and filled with an intensity that made your head spin.

As the night wore on, Aaron's clinginess increased. He refused to let you go, holding your waist tightly and pulling your head into his chest. He rested his head on your hair, and maybe nuzzle your neck affectionately.

his head shifting along the pillow for a moment before you felt him brush his lips against your forehead. Your eyes closed, a smile spreading across your mouth. And then gradually you both fell asleep.

___

Bonus:

The soft glow of dawn crept into the kitchen as you tiptoed in, careful not to make too much noise. You knew Aaron had indulged in one too many drinks last night, and he'd likely be nursing a hangover this morning. Your heart swelled with affection for him as you prepared to make breakfast, wanting to take care of him in the best way you knew how.

As you quietly scrambled eggs and toasted bread, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of how your relationship with Aaron had evolved.

Just as you were about to flip the eggs, you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your waist. Aaron's chin rested on your shoulder, and he hugged you from behind, his body warm against yours.

"Morning, love," he slurred, his voice thick with sleep and the remnants of alcohol.

You chuckled softly and turned off the stove before turning in his embrace. "Morning, Aaron. Head hurts?"

"Mhm," he hummed, nuzzling your neck as if seeking comfort.

You reached up to run your fingers through his disheveled hair, a soothing gesture that seemed to help alleviate his discomfort. "Remember what I said last night?"

He pulled back slightly, his green eyes searching yours with a playful glint. "Y’know something from the kitchen."

You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out which of his drunken declarations he was referring to. "Which one?"

He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, a tender, lingering kiss that left you slightly breathless.

And then it clicked.

"You said you wanted to take care of me and make love, but I said no because you were drunk," you said.

A faint blush crept across your cheeks as you remembered his needy and flirtatious behavior from the night before.

Aaron smirked, a wicked glint in his gaze.

"Well, I’m not drunk now." He said, smirking.

Oh Gods.

Your heart raced as his hands roamed your waist, pulling you closer. "Aaron, your hangover—"

He silenced your protests with another heated kiss.

Authors Note:

Woohoo 🫡 here’s a short fic for y’all since I’m still finishing up

the 12k+ Aaron Warner 7 evil exes fic (only 1 and a half chapter left) 🥸 anyway, enjoy!

English is not my first language and this isn’t beta read! And also my first time writing a fic 😮‍💨

Please let me know what you think :)

[dimepdf]

Can you write more Dilf!Toji please? 😭 I really appreciate your writing 🫶🏽

★  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐘. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you come around and make Toji so tempted, no matter what broad he's bagging all he can think about is you: his fucking nanny .

─── ☆ notes. number one dilf toji defender here, i’m in my Anderson Paak phase as well as i’ve sadly (i know im disappointed too) fallen for a man to the point where this boy has invaded my DREAMS y’all…this is embarrassing and this fic is me coping with having an actual crush so i give you full permission to call me a simp over this .

─── ☆ length. 2.6k (23 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, nanny au, dilf!toji, angsty start, fluff, minor character death, hints of depression, hookups, pining, black coded reader, you got brotha STARVING, megumi and tsumiki are toddlers in this, someone give toji a hug, vent-fic, hurt/comfort, age gap, height difference, it's always Gojo’ fault, masturbation, jealousy | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Toji would say that after becoming a parent, he could read body language pretty well. Maybe it was just part of being a single parent and having to detect when your toddlers were sprouting nonsense just to stay up later knowing it was bedtime. 

From the times he believed that his little Megumi was being the perfect angel and finally grew out of his tantrum phase. 

Only to turn his back and realize that he had used craft scissors to chop a chunk out of Tsumiki’s hair and was playing nice to soften his punishment, to school beatdowns and playing dumb, Toji had decided he was just a master at decoding anyone’s bullshit.

Everyone except for his own that is.

Being a single parent came with its perks, Toji loved his two little demons, and it sort of helped that Tsumiki made the most of her mother's common sense.

But dealing with his ex-wife's abrupt death, being sprung into the life of lone fatherhood, and being a successful businessman were starting to take their toll on him.

His friends were not much help. Sure, Gojo did all he could to be seen as the cool uncle, but leaving his two hyper children with a man that refused to say no to anything that they asked was like signing his children up for their possible deaths.

Geto wasn’t much better, having his own marriage and kids. You would think that the father would grow to have a bit more compassion for the children's safety. Yet every time Tsumiki and Megumi visited their brass uncle, they would always come home with new scars sprouting about how they were practicing wrestling moves with their cousins for the last ice pop.

Waking up to something different, never being able to just fill in the gaps with a routine was starting to become a bit stressful. 

Not to mention going to work and having to push himself to his limits, knowing that just because he was friends and business partners with Nanami didn't mean he'd be lenient with him. 

All paired with the weight of some bold secretary that he had a one-night stand and never got the clue that every time he would brush her off for paperwork didn't mean he was singling her to cling onto him more. It was bad business hooking up with one of his employees Toji knows.

If anything, the woman had taken him at just the right opportunity when he was at the lowest moment of his life. Right after his wife's death, he had fallen behind on just about everything to the point where he would lean into any sense of comfort that reminded him of that faded memory he wanted to keep dear to his heart. 

So there he was after hours with a woman's thigh over his shoulder moaning out his name as if it were a prayer, and he had realized that right after it was all a mistake, which was kind of a shitty thing to note as she was standing right in front of him pulling up her panties. 

He just can't do it again, out of respect for her but also for himself. The last thing he wanted to do was entangle himself in another situation that would take more time away from his kids.

Not that he considered the woman to be pestering, but he wasn't a teenager anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was handle his stress by sticking his dick in the first woman he considered attractive, all because he had trouble bottling up all his emotions.

Toji's hatred for all the lingering eyes in the office—sure, Toji thought himself handsome—the proof was the number of relationships he had in his younger days.

There was something wrong with people finding him attractive and wanting something from him when he genuinely felt like his entire world would collapse on top of him if he stopped moving. 

As if he stopped overworking himself that he would be like one of those sharks that had to keep swimming or else they would fucking die. It was ironic how stupidly afraid Toji was at the thought of leaving his children alone in the world with both of their parents gone.

It was fear, having that parental fear for something every waking morning worrying every second that something could happen to children all because he could notice one little thing or he hadn't paid enough attention. 

Sure, he was being a hovering parent—call it what you want—but Toji would rather be that than a father who would spend his free time sleeping around with several different women. Never wanting to have to explain to his children that none of the women he slept with could compare to the relationship he had with their mother.

So he didn't. No more attachments. No more romantic anything, let alone bringing a woman home.

It was the secretary's fault. She was a beautiful woman with long hair and a cute, petite figure, and she allowed him to fold in any position that he wanted against his desk.

All that just makes Toji feel more guilty, or more worried, as if this choppy relationship that he had with this poor woman, whose name he would always forget yet who would practically scream out his, would just blow up in his face.

What if she wanted something more serious?

What if Nanami found out that he was banging one of the employees?

What if he got fired because he couldn't keep it in his pants?

What if he lost his main source of income and couldn't provide for his kids anymore?

All of those worries were just added stress, crowding his plate until he couldn't carry it anymore, and after a few years of bottling it all up until he couldn't anymore, he finally decided to reach out for help. 

Little by little, of course, he would actually tell his friends how he felt when they asked, spend more time letting Megumi and Tsumiki be actual kids, letting them hang out with their friends, and worry just a bit less whenever they would visit their younger cousins at Geto’s place. 

He had even accepted Gojo’s idea of hiring a babysitter, but of course, the blonde’s intentions for such an offer were dual-minded. 

Thriving on about how he should hire some smoking hot lady, to have some eye candy around the house to fuel some busting fantasies to break his dry spell. 

Toji was quick to dismiss that idea for a variety of reasons, one of which was that he had hired you. You were a clumsy young girl who just needed a side hustle to pay for some of your college classes, accepting his twenty-dollar an hour ad despite the fact that it was the lowest pay sandwiched between the obviously more wealthy families looking for someone to look after their kids so they didn't have to on the boogie nanny seeking website. 

At first, the idea of leaving his children alone with you was a terrifying thought. The impression that you gave him during the interview was more than enough to fuel his worries after seeing you stumble out of your car and get your jacket in the car door, dense to the point where you had face-planted into his back during the house tour, too busy gawking at the many bathrooms to pay attention to where you were supposed to be walking. 

Your genuinely bubbly personality around the children is what saved you from going broke. Sure,  you were a little naive when it came to some of the things that you lied about on your resume, but the thing that Toji liked about you was that you just seemed to handle yourself so well despite not knowing at all what you were doing. If anything, he admired how you had managed to keep yourself alive despite running through life so differently than he would.

You were quick to gain his trust, in fact, quicker than anyone has ever in his entire life. He felt his feelings were mostly biased given that his kids had practically attached themselves to you throughout the months of being their nanny. 

It was only natural for them to grow so close to you with how much Toji had to work, but what Toji hadn't expected was for you two to form some sort of friendship as well.

It started off pretty odd, with Toji coming home to find you have the kids tucked in for the night and spread out on his living room couch watching so many movies on his HBO Max account that he forgot he even had. 

You were a pretty chatty person, and he had learned to notice how you could go from being so silent that he would forget you were even there to the point of talking about anything within your wide range of interests that Toji had never heard of.

In all honesty, Toji loved that about you—how you could introduce him to new things that he hadn't gotten around to understanding all because he was too busy being a workaholic.

His new favorite part about coming home was just to talk to you, or at least listen to your rant about some silly little show, or make him listen to one of the new songs you had become obsessed with.

And before he had known it, Toji actually felt warmth in his household again, all because of some kind-hearted nanny who had managed to break down all of his walls.

It was almost strange how someone so opposite to him, someone so minor, could have managed to make his life change for the better.

And then it got a little bit more strange. 

Life had been going so well for him that sometimes those days would just blend together. There would be times at work when he had wished for his entire office building to crumble to dust just so he could get out of work early for the day, but even after those shifts, he would come home to you, and suddenly that swallowing dark hole in his chest would actually start to feel whole again.

He had just gotten so used to using you as his personal happiness dispenser that when you managed to wiggle into his life more and more, he even introduced you to his main group of friends. His mood was ruined when he saw Gojo's eyes practically glow at the sight of you during Tsumiki's birthday party. 

Toji hadn't understood why it had bothered him so much, seeing his best friend become too chummy with you.

If anything, knowing Gojo’s history of charming the pants off of any attractive woman, he could have prepared him enough to know that you too would soon enough fall victim to at least one of his friends, but there was just something so uncomfortable about hearing Gojo drown you in compliments.

It was as if something had clicked, and suddenly you weren't just the full-time nanny anymore, but the beautiful young woman that he had suddenly noticed was so pretty, and that alone made Toji feel like such a fucking creep. 

Maybe it was because you were closer to his children's age than his or the fact that every time you would change your hair every other month, he would imagine his hands tangled in your braids, how he would think about holding the locs away from your face to get a better view of you between his legs. 

It was all so fucked, your now normal image of him all screwed over all because of Gojo and his ability to turn anything sexual. Toji had felt just a little better pinning the blame on someone else, thinking that maybe it would ease his guilt for getting so hard thinking about you late at night.

You would be just downstairs asleep in the living while he laid down on the other side of the house in the comfort of his four walls, pressing his face into his pillows with an erection hard enough that he was convinced it was harder than bricks. 

For the first time in a while, it wasn't anything work-related taking up all of his attention, but instead the fucking nanny he hired. The pretty nanny who was in college, who was closer to his children's age than his, the nanny with the glossed lips that he had to hold back from wanting to taste which flavor it was she was wearing now. 

His lovely nanny, whom he wished to strip naked piece by piece to pay close attention to every dip and curve in her figure. He wanted you naked as the day you were born, spread across his mattress, lips parting only to say his name and his name only. 

It was a dangerous thought, one that often led to Toji revealing himself with a rabbit hole of thoughts about you in any situation his mind could imagine.

It was even more crude—wrapping his hand around his dick and thrusting his hips up into his hand, thinking about the same woman who was just a staircase away, masturbating as if he were a teenage boy and not a man with two kids asleep in just the room across the hall.

He blamed everything on Gojo, it was all his fault that you have suddenly seemed so fucking unforgettable. How could you suddenly be all he could think about with all his sanity thrown out the window for some nanny?

His pretty nanny.

You were so beautiful, with full lips, a dark complexion, and brown eyes that managed to look so appealing despite being so boring. Your expressions make you so easy to read. 

The way your brows would pull together whenever you were confused, how the ends of your lips would quirk with every joke, how your personality managed to be so welcoming.

You stood tall, your head just below his shoulder, average height but so short in comparison to his towering figure.

How bad Toji just wanted to scoop you up into his arms and bury his face into your neck, the same neck where he wanted to leave as many marks as he possibly could against your brown skin.

The thought doesn't help Toji’s aching dick at all. How bad he wants to suck little marks into your soft flesh, leaving dark little marks wherever he can against your body.

It was a possessive thought, having you covered in his teeth marks and love bites, waiting for the next guy to dare to even make a move on you. 

He wonders how soft your thighs feel and how nice they would feel wrapped around his waist. He lets his hand do the majority of the work, his fingers rough around his length, causing a groan from the friction. 

Toji’s fantasies about you play out quite beautifully in his mind, so perfectly, in fact, that he struggles to keep himself silent. 

Which was a new thing for him given that Toji wasn’t usually very vocal during sex, not even the best blowjob that he had ever gotten would he give anything but a few grunts yet there he was fisting into his fist to keep himself from whimpering out so pathetically. 

Humping his hand to the point where he had to cover his own mouth, he finished all over himself, strings of cum shooting all over his chest to his shirt. He was too caught up in his own bliss to care about the sad mess he created. 

Toji thought you were beautiful. He thought you were so perfect to the point where even the simple thought of you made him so happy.

You, his nanny, were the realization that settled in his mind after his high. 

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[hentyehottie]

For awhile my favorite pair of sweatpants had a hole in the crotch and after a long day of work I didn’t want to wear underwear and have them chafing my ass so I would just be very careful how I sat and shit but imagine how Katsuki would react if he found out you were walking around with no underwear on in pants that had a hole exposing ur pussy if u moved wrong. (My thighs are so big they mostly hid it lmao) I just imagine him being so mean about it.

Next time say hi 😭 buttt this was a great hc so I turned it into something lol

Pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI

fingering, degradation (use of slut, whore, etc), aged up characters, y’all are both adults

❀

🌸Listen, Katsuki would totally be a mean little shit about this. But in his defense, It’s his first time dating a thick bitch so he probably doesn’t even know what chafing is 😭

🌸So of course he thinks you’re being a lil slut— thinks you’re a lazy little whore who probably cut the hole for easier access to play with your pussy.

🌸Or maybe you’re just being a dumb brat, trying to tease and tempt him, being selfish with your pretty pussy like it already doesn’t belong to him.

🌸He didn’t even know why you loved wearing those dumb ass pants anyway. He loved seeing your thick thighs and juicy ass in nothing but those cheeky pink panties with the heart design on the ass.

🌸So when he teleports himself from across the room to sitting beside you, he’s just that damn fast, he’s fucking floored when he catches a glimpse of your bare pussy through that hole.

🌸He looks at you with an unreadable face, but one thing you can tell, he’s fucking annoyed. Most of all he’s fucking offended.

🌸He’s got a face to ride and all this dick for you to sit on, yet you’ve resorted to rubbing your pussy through your pants like a horny loser in college.

🌸Next thing you know he’s slapping your laptop closed and tossing it aside like it’s not a thousand dollar piece of machinery.

🌸Then he’s on you, spreading your thick thighs and tossing your left leg over his shoulder. Your body goes rigid when you feel it—he’s rubbing your clit right through that hole.

🌸He just knows you cut it to fuck with him. But he doesn’t expect you to be as shocked as you are. You’re looking at him with those big dumb eyes and that stupidly cute face, makes him lose his damn mind every time.

🌸“What? This what ya wanted, right?” He’s taunting you heavily and on top of that you lose the feeling of his fingers rubbing those slow circles. Your whimpers of protest are pathetic, trying to be innocent when you’re really just a whore. His whore.

🌸“Wan’ me to stop?” He’s pressing his forehead up against yours, almost like he’s studying you. It’s so intimate but also intimidating, which is why you’re focusing your eyes down and away from his.

🌸“Do you want me to stop, dumbass?” His voice has more bass this time, a little scary but so fucking hot. The shaking of your head has him grinning evilly. “N-no.”

🌸Good cause after a light pinch to your clit, he’s flipping his hand palm up and stuffing two thick fingers into your cunt.

🌸You’re already wet and squelching around his fingers. He’s relentless, squeezing and kneading your thigh like a damn stressball as he fucks those fingers into you so hard and fast.

🌸You’re on the verge of tears with how good his fingers are making you feel. Especially when he begins to curl and flick them up and down, bumping that gummy area at the roof of your cunt and forcing a broken moan of his name for you lips. “Uhhuh, needy bitch.”

🌸He’s staring at your fucked out face, eyes fluttering open every so often, mouth open in a wide ‘o’. “Fuckin’ pathetic. Got a man but ya’ still gotta rub one out huh?”

🌸His taunting fell on deaf ears as he fucked you with his fingers. You’re too fucked out on a cloud of euphoria to even respond anything intelligent.

🌸Your sweaty palm is slipping against the smooth leather of the couch so you dig your nails into his forearms, having no where else to grab. Of course he doesn’t mind, he didn’t fight crime everyday to be afraid of a little scratches.

🌸You’re cooing and keening, several curses of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘right fucking there’ spilling from your lips. “Shut the fuck up, like I don’t know how to work your needy cunt.”

🌸Your eyes widen at his harsh words, cunt clenching simultaneously. “Kats, you’re b-being mean.” He doesn’t say anything, but he presses a kiss to your lips. Quick though, cause he’s still upset in love with you.

🌸As soon as he feels your pussy clenching around his fingers he’s pulling them out. Then he sits up, pulling you down and prying your legs wider, one pressed against your chest and the other strewn over the back of the couch.

🌸You might as well kiss those sweatpants goodbye babes cause as soon as he hooks his fingers inside that hole, the meanest smirk on his face, you hear the dreading sound of fabric ripping.

🌸You’d look down in absolute horror to see a gaping hole right at your crotch and his dick now freed, pushing right up against your sopping cunt.

🌸You saw all 8.5 inches of that slightly curved cock with his pretty pink tip kissing right up against your entrance, teasing with every shallow thrust he gave. “Relax baby, just givin’ you what you wanted..”

❀

[diorst4rr]

I <3 YA! isagi yoichi

━︎━︎━︎━︎ isagi sees ur fine self at a cookout hosted by shidou and starts acting like a damn dog. black fem reader. headcannon.

Shidou was hosting a cookout in his backyard because he dgaf and wanted to get turnt. He invited all the people from Blue Lock that would make the party interesting, Sae, some friends and family and his pretty next door neighbor: you 😛

Originally you wasn’t gonna go because Shidou was mad annoying. Trust you never wanted to move from a house so badly until you met him.

But you could smell the patties, chicken, corn and food they was grilling from your room which was EXTREMELY TEMPTING.

Since you got invited, might as well get a plate right?

When you got there Shidou greeting you immediately, throwing an arm around your shoulder and invading your personal space—as always.

“Wassup mamas, you finally decided to come huh?” He asks, taking a quick sip from the drink he had in his red cup.

“Didn’t come for you.” You say quickly, “I’m just getting a bite then dipping.”

Shidou rolls his eyes at you before pushing you forward.

“I’m tired of your boujee ass. You really think I’m gonna let you steal my food then dip? Try it and see what will happen.” He says before walking away.

You shrug your shoulders. He wasn’t gon do nothing, you told yourself—heading over to where the food was served.

As you stood in line, you felt a presence behind you. But it wasn’t that weird sort-of “off putting” presence. It was like you could tell the person standing behind you was hot as fuck. You turned around for a quick glance to see the most attractive man you’ve probably seen up close.

He must’ve been one of Shidou’s football friends—you thought to yourself. You couldn’t help but notice how tall and muscular he was, which was definitely a plus to his person.

“S’cuse me, could you pass me a plate?” You hear from behind you. Well damn. His voice was swoon worthy too.

As you reach to for a plate, your turn around to hand it to him, finally getting a good look of his face.

“Here you go.” You say as you hand him the plate. Not missing the way his fingers brush against yours as he takes it from you.

“‘Preciate it.”

And that’s how the two of you met!

As you guys were in line y’all started talking. Firstly about how long the line was taking, the music that was playing and how good the food was gonna be once you guys ate it.

By the time that conversation ended the two of you already felt like good friends.

You found out his name was Isagi and the two of you decided to talk to each other while eating. While you thought that he was fine and a interesting person, Isagi had heart eyes.

For him, he didn’t know what to except after accepting to go to this cookout. In truth he was only going because Shidou said they got good food—and he was tired of the Blue Lock diet.

When he got there he partied a little, talked to some people and after a while ate some food. (which was good as fuck 😛)

But then it got a bit boring and he was deciding to go home—but not before getting another plate of food 😗

That’s when he saw you. Standing in line with yo fine self. And he was absolutely MESMERIZED.

I mean, to Isagi you was the bested dressed mf in this place. And you wasn’t even trying at all. Not to mention the way your shorts hugged your thighs—

Come on we all know Isagi is a thigh man. 🫶🏾🩷

But anyways, he just KNEW he had to speak to you. So he took that chance.

When he asked you to pass a plate and heard your voice WHEWWWW— you sounded so angelic and all you said was three words.

Isagi had never been THIS down bad for a person before. He was starting to think that maybe it was because he hadn’t interacted with girls for a while…

But the more he started making small talk to you, the more he started to fall in love.

© DIORST4RR

[togrowoldinv]

The Table

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

There is a coffee shop right on the outskirts of campus that you frequently visited. As a creature of habit, you always sat at the same table. One day, a beautiful girl is sitting in your seat.

Note: College Lizzie is back! This is based on this request. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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You enter the coffee shop like always, in desperate need of caffeine and a quiet place to study. You have a huge exam coming up and were crunching for time and cramming information.

Like normal, you greet the barista, and she makes your coffee without you even needing to tell her what you want. She just knows. With a thank you, you turn around with your coffee to walk to your usual table.

You sigh when you see someone sitting at your table. Their back is to you. Maybe it was the lack of caffeine, or the stress of your final year of college, but you walk right up to the table to claim your spot back.

“Excuse me, this is my table,” you get the girl’s attention from behind her.

“I didn’t realize you owned the coffee shop,” she replies back quickly.

Neither of you even so much as glance at each other. You just stand there for a moment trying to decide the least awkward way to escape this situation.

She speaks again first. “I’m sorry. That was snappy. Is this really your table? No one was here when I came in.”

She turns to face you and you feel your heart start beating faster in your chest. God, she was beautiful. She was beyond gorgeous.

“It’s okay. I was just- I’m sorry. It’s just where I always study, and I got frustrated. I’d blame exams, but I think I was just being a jerk,” you say.

“I see. Do you want to join me?” the girl asks. She smiles at you. You’re tempted to say yes, but you worry you might be distracted by her. She notices your hesitation. “I promise I won’t say a word, so you can focus.”

“Okay, thank you,” you say.

You sit down across from her and get your books out of your backpack.

“I’m Elizabeth by the way. Or Lizzie, either one,” she sticks her hand out for you to shake. You take it and tell her your name.

After an exchange of smiles, you get to studying. An hour later Elizabeth starts getting her stuff together.

“Leaving so soon?” you ask her.

“Yeah, I have a playwriting class at 2.”

“It was nice to meet you, Elizabeth or Lizzie,” you say. She giggles before standing up.

“Maybe I’ll see you here again?”

“Maybe so,” you say.

And with that, she’s out the door.

This routine with Elizabeth lasts for weeks. Either you or her will be at the coffee shop first and save the table for the other person. You tell your roommates about it, and they tease you about having a crush on Lizzie. You laugh it off, but you have to admit you feel like you’re flying when you talk to her.

As you enter the shop today, Elizabeth is sitting at your table. When you get closer, you notice she’s got her head in her hands with word pulled up on her laptop screen.

“Hey, are you alright?” you ask her, opting to sit in the chair next to her instead of across from her like usual.

“Yes, I’m just stuck on this fucking paper. I can’t write anything worth reading,” Lizzie says.

She looks to you and has frustration written all over her face. She won’t get any writing done in this state, you know that much.

“Elizabeth, will you come with me?” you ask her.

“Where?”

“Just trust me,” you say.

You stand and offer her your hand. She gathers her things and takes your hand. You interlock your fingers with hers and you have to admit it feels perfect.

“Where are we going, y/n?” Lizzie asks you as you walk her across campus.

“If I told you, that would ruin the surprise,” you say. She shakes her head affectionately.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” she says.

“Oh, you think I’m cute?” you tease her. She blushes as you manage to hold back your own. “Alright, here we are.”

You open the door of a building for her, and she walks in.

“I have never seen this place before,” Lizzie says as she looks around in awe. There are beautiful paintings and sculptures lining the halls.

“It’s a well-kept secret. Come here I’ll show you the best part.”

You enter a room and Lizzie gasps at the scene. There are projections of stars and space all around the dark room.

“It’s beautiful,” she says.

“I always come here to clear my head.”

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Lizzie says.

“Of course,” you say.

Elizabeth turns and looks at you. You’re watching the stars intensely and she smiles at you.

“Y/n, do you maybe want to go out sometime? I mean like a date,” Elizabeth takes a chance and asks.

You turn to her and she’s wearing her beautiful smile.

“I’d love to, Elizabeth,” you say with a smile of your own.

You take her hand again as the two of you admire the stars together. She leans closer and kisses your cheek.

It feels like the start of something great.

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[atsadi-shenanigans]

Feeding Alligators 51 - I Lived Bitch

You wake up.

On AO3.

People’re hollering. It’s all gibberish. You feel well-rested for the first time in a long, long while. Are half-tempted to turn over so you can go back to sleep, except two things: there’s something in your arms that smells like vasoline and farts, and the chatter around you is real loud. Right until it hushes.

A woman says something. She’s got nice perfume. Don’t stink of chemical or sickly sweet. Her voice rings like a bell, though her words don’t make no sense.

It’s a stuffed animal that you got in your arms. That’s what smells. You cuddle into it and sigh…

Why is it sticky? What the hell—

Open your eyes. Spot a pair of boots with real nice embroidery along the seams. Track it up to a purple mumu and—

“Gale!” you say.

The man smiles down at you, all but sagging. And then Shadowheart fills your vision, leaning over you, her jesus hands over your chest.

Shadowheart. And Karlach and Wyll watching. You got Karlach’s bear. And apparently the little procedure made the dirt potion stop working, the fucker.

“You got any…?” you say and mime tilting a bottle.

“Yes,” Gale says.

You start to sit up as he reaches into his bag, and then you pause. Stare at him as he produces the blue bottle.

He holds his innocent expression for a good five seconds before cracking. “Aang-lish. Ta-ok.” And he mimes writing.

You blink a couple of times, trying to make sense. Cause it sounds like the man is saying he’s trying to learn English (from your chats). But that is monstrously complicated and y’all are super busy and…and you’re you. Ain’t no reason for somebody to take on that kinda task on your account.

You point to him. Tap your temple, and then your mouth. “You talk? English?”

“Ye-ah,” he says again.

Oh god, he’s learning English with your accent.

You are simultaneously amused, horrified, and then indignant at the horrified part. Ain’t nobody complains when a non-English speaker picks up a Western accent. Fuck all them classicist fuckwads.

You down the potion so you can say, “Why?”

“Ah! Well, a multitude of reasons,” he says and lifts that pointer finger and that man is the dictionary definition of a lecturer. “I reckoned it might do to have a backup plan should we run out of ingredients again. And as I’ve always said, a good education—”

“She seems fine,” Shadowheart cuts in. Gives you a tiny smile and then stands. “Take it easy the rest of the night. I’m not sure how this process goes, exactly. But I’d say if you start to feel strange, at all, let one of us know.”

“Yes’m,” you say.

She gives you a nod and leaves you be.

“How d’you feel, soldier?” Karlach says.

Physically, great. A little dizzy, maybe. And tired, now that you think about it. You want to find a blanket, burrito yourself next to the fire, and sit there until everybody goes to sleep.

So that’s what you tell her. She nods along, then jerks her thumb over her shoulder. “Sounds like you and Wyll’ll be spending some time together, then.”

That…don’t make no sense. Why would Wyll…?

The spectator. Him lying in a pool of his own blood.

“Oh fuck, Wyll, how’re you doing?”

Karlach moves so you can see him leaning against a bedroll. He gives you a wave. “Nice to see you among the living again.”

…what?

And then something moves in the shadows and your skin shudders like a pissed off cat as the fucking mummy emerges.

He regards you with his shriveled, raisin eyes. Then, “Thou soul is tied to this place. Thy destiny shall play along as it must.”

And then he turns and just, you know, leaves. Like that was a totally normal interaction and he wasn’t the creepiest thing to ever exist spouting some of the most cryptic shit to ever exist.

“I don’t like him,” you say.

“Yeah,” Karlach drawls, watching him shuffle over to the perimeter of camp. “I’ve seen people get turned inside out—literally, and it’s the hells so they don’t die, you know? But there’s something really off about that one.” Then she looks behind you, to the sound of Gale lowering himself, and something flashes across her face before she slaps another smile over it. “Guess I’ll leave you to it. You did good, soldier. Knew you were a tough one.”

She goes back over to Wyll and settles down about three feet from him—the closest she can safely get. Leaving you and Gale, alone.

Gale clears his throat. Waits for you to look back to him. Folds his legs beneath him and both his knees crack. “I can certainly understand your level of apprehension around him. But we should probably discuss what he said. Or didn’t, I suppose.”

Well fuck.

“What, the shit about fate?” you say, because if you make a joke about and throw in profanity, it can’t be all that serious, right?

But Gale don’t smile back. Nor does he join in on the joking. He looks serious in a way that makes your conjured joviality wither in on itself.

He holds up something. The evil bottle. Motions for you to take it. The soul jar. Right. But like, it’s a physical object? For some reason, you didn’t think it would be. Like, they would do all their woo woo shit and it’d disintegrate into the ether or some shit and you’d wake up all better.

The metal is smooth in your hands. You expect warmth or an electric tingle. Maybe a creepy heartbeat or something. Souls are, apparently, real, and they’ve (said they’ve) trapped yours inside that thing like a genie in a lamp. There should be some mystical shit, right?

Only it’s just a metal bottle. Smooth and cool, and about as heavy as it looks.

“Are you sure it worked?” you say. Cause it feels just like holding an empty bottle.

“It did, eventually.” He catches your look. “There were some…complications. It caused no damage, both Withers and Shadowheart assured me!. All of your soul is within that flask, and we’ll continue to monitor it, but you appear to be perfectly stabilized.”

Huh. “Complications” can mean so many things.

“But?” you say.

Gale makes a “easy there, Bessy” hand gesture. “But you, ah, died in the process. Again. You are perfectly alright now! Withers was able to keep both parts of you here long enough for the spell to work. But you, well. I’m no necromancer or soulworker, but your soul went elsewhere for a time before we could draw it fully into this realm.”

That…is horrifying. Where the fuck does a soul just wander off to? Like it fucked off to some interdimensional 711, stole a car, and drove three hundred miles out to fucking space-Idaho?

“Do you remember anything?” Gale says. And there’s that gleam in his eye, the one he gets when you brought up your speculations of the religious aspects of them animal stones in that ancient city in Turkey. Dude hungers for knowledge the way Astar—the way a vampire hungers for blood.

But the last thing you remember is settling down with Karlach’s bear.

“No,” you say. Though the thought niggles something in the back of your mind.

Corn?

Whatever.

“I see. Well, it does please me to say that you seem to be present and accounted for. No need for those potions—I gathered from your facial expressions that they didn’t taste terribly fantastic. However. That flask must stay on your person at all times. Or near enough to it.”

“Oh god, is this a proximity thing?”

What’s a reverse electric fence? If you forget the damn thing in you tent and go to the river to bathe, is it gonna tase you?

A twitch of a frown at the word “proximity.” His lips silently move over the shape of it. Then, “Not in the sense I suspect you think of. If I were to snatch it and use a waypoint to travel to the other side of Faerun, it would do you no harm. But I would be holding your soul in my hands, and that…”

And…that sounds bad. Catastrophic, even.

“You said soulworker and necromancer before,” you say, a different kind of dread oozing up your spine to claw at the muscles at the base of your skull. “Someone could, like, use this against me, huh?”

He nods. “Indeed. At the very least, one could hold it for ransom. At the worst, there are ways of chaining a soul to a person or an object. Or even, well. Even bartering one to the hells.”

If somebody gets their sticky fucking fingers on that flask they can literally sell you to a demon? Oh what the actual fuck.

“Kinda hate this place,” you say.

Gale winces. Sympathetically.

“So keep the damn thing safe,” you say.

“Yes. I cannot stress that enough.”

Part of you thinks it really would have been easier to just die.

Except…there’s something in you. A little glow against that darkness. Though the exhaustion and the dread pull you down like your guts are made of concrete, that tiny ember glows on.

Fuck. Fuck.

“I…thank you, Gale,” you say. “Thank you for all a this. I’ll do my best not to let y’all down.”

He claps your arm (you try not to flinch at the touch). “You’re doing far better on that account than I suspect you give yourself credit for. Now, I’m going to whip up something light but filling, and I suggest you eat your fill and get some rest, hmm?”

You nod. Food does sound really good.

The others mingle or tend their gear. You lie there and half listen to Wyll and Karlach talking. Things haven’t gotten better so much as simply…changed form. Same problem, new and exciting ways for it all to go wrong.

The exhaustion drags at you. Gale is right. Food and rest will be good. This shit will land and settle as it will, and you’ll have to pick a path through it.

Which is when something pale moves in the dark. A set of glowing eyes leer out of the shadows.

“Well hello, darling,” Astarion says.

[puppywritesthings]

wip wednesday (on a thursday)

so, i’m writing a sequel to Chained to the Rhythm. decent enough way to properly announce that is by doing this.

i hope y’all enjoy what i have so far.

“So it’s a date then?”

Camden held her head in her hand on the other end of the line, half-tempted to hang up then and there. Why did she have to trust people with valuable information? She could have taken that whole encounter in the bathroom to the grave, but when Deja asked her how rehearsal went, her candor outweighed any decency she had left. She left out some of the spicier details – although Deja would have loved to hear those, now wasn’t the time – the events stayed the same. She and her rival accidentally got handcuffed to each other and ended up… doing some things that half-regretted.

“No,” She finally gathered enough willpower to respond,flopping onto the bed so hard that Deja could hear the faint bouncing of the springs. “It’s a rehearsal, and I thought I made that perfectly clear. Nothing is going to happen. We’re just two girls working on a project together over at their place.” Two girls who just also happened to have had sex with each other on a whim.

“That’s a funny way to say ‘date’.” Deja teased. “Be honest with yourself. From what I understand, you both have some mutual attraction to each other, and you both acted on said attraction.”

“Well, if you want to get technical, it would be more like a hookup than a date –”

“Atta girl!” The other woman cheered loud enough to get some looks from the people around her.

“What I’m saying is,” Camden whispered, “Forget that. It might not even go there. What if all of what Bosco was saying was just so she could get out of the handcuffs? Some… high from that. Watch me go to their doorstep, and we’ll be back at square one.”

“Listen, I don’t know her as well as you do, but I hope that doesn’t happen. And if it does, you know I’ll pick you up immediately. Maybe stop for Cold Stone and then we’ll put on an episode or two of Dance Moms?”

“That’s a deal. Talk to you later, and I’ll let you know how it goes.” They said their goodbyes and Camden hung up, charging her phone briefly as she turned over. The possibilities of how this rehearsal could go were endless.

When she told Bosco she had no idea what was in store, she truly meant it. 

Shortly after… everything that transpired, Bosco texted her with a light outline of what they wanted to get done and a few other logistics: experimenting with some more choreography, actually figuring out the right set of cuffs for the dance, costuming, et cetera. One update later, she received some news that made her feel bad, yet only invigorated her at the same time.

They couldn’t rehearse in the studio. Some other group had booked their normal room ahead of time.

Camden: Fuck.

Bosco: oh no. whatever shall we do.

Camden: I guess we just have to go to *your* place then 😉

Bosco: what a tragedy. going over to my place

Bosco: where we don’t have to worry about strangers walking in.

Bosco: i need to clean up. make sure we have room and all.

Camden: If we go overtime and not get as much done,  maybe I could sleep over?  

Bosco: i don’t know… i have to ask my mom first. i have a really big soccer game tomorrow and she normally doesn’t like having people over before then.

Camden: -_-

Bosco: in all seriousness, yeah. i gotta let daya know you’re coming.

Camden: Sounds good to me.

Bosco: see you then?

Camden: See you then. ;)

The alarm clock on the bedside table ticked endlessly, taunting her until her alarm went off, telling her to stop lying in bed and start heading to Bosco’s place. It suddenly occurred to her that she should get changed. Camden quickly sat up and rifled through her drawers. Her outfit was fine, but she needed underneath to be better. She quickly changed out of her underthings into something pinker and lacier, something that would make her feel more confident in her sexuality. 

Sooner than later as she was midway through putting her skirt back on, she got a text message from another group chat.

Little Miss Jorgeous: Good Luck On The Date. 😃

Camden: 🫠

[artificialqueens]

The Good Life (Group Fic) - Candy Cane

A/N: decided to write some fluffy friendship in my College AU since "Will You Make Me Believe" is so dark and i needed a bit of break from it <3 hope u all enjoy!

Summary: How Bob started living with Betty and Thorgy. 

Getting the chance to sleep in the middle of finals week is like getting a pedicure after seven straight days of nine-hour shifts at the Quik Trip. Bob has been stressed out of her fucking mind for the last two goddamn weeks, and the fact she’s standing out in the cold, rain, and wind at 2 a.m. in December because some jackass just had to burn popcorn is ridiculous. What’s even worse is that none of the other dorm buildings seem to have this issue, but she has been getting dragged out of her bed between the hours of midnight and 6 a.m. for the last two weeks and Bob is sick of it.

  Bob’s teeth are chattering violently and she pulls the robe she had barely remembered to grab tighter around her body. She very much wants to find the person who did this and wring their neck for it. There is no way she’ll pass her economics class on a disrupted sleep schedule, and at this point, she’s tempted to move out.

  “It is too early for this,” Thorgy grumbles, arms crossed over her chest. 

  Bob rolls her eyes, “Thanks for stating the obvious, really helpful right now.”

  “I’m just trying to make the best out of a bad situation,” Thorgy says with a huff. 

  “This is the worst situation we’ve been in since the 4 a.m. alarm three days ago,” Bob bites back, “Explain to me what’s good about any of this- I am begging you to try.”

  Thorgy opens her mouth like she wants to, but quickly pouts instead, “I’m too tired.” 

  “My point exactly,” Bob says, slightly smug. 

  Betty turns around sharply, “Will you two stop fucking arguing? It is 2 in the goddamn morning.” 

  “That’s what I’m saying!” Bob exclaims, “This shit is ridiculous!” 

  “And everyone here already knows it,” Betty argues, gesturing to the parking lot full of people.

  Bob rolls her eyes, “Well, I’m mad and I refuse to be quiet about it.”

  Thorgy raises her hand, “Hey, am I crazy or are the firetrucks taking longer to get here every time the alarm goes off?” 

  “You’re crazy,” Bob says without hesitation. 

  Betty frowns, “No, no, she may be onto something- Have you heard those stories of the 911 dispatchers who get so desensitized to their job that they hang up on people?”

  “...You make literally no sense to me.” 

  “My point is that maybe the firefighters are getting desensitized to our fire alarms and that’s why they’re taking forever to show up. They already know it’s just a false alarm!” Betty explains with a crazy look in her eyes due to sleep deprivation.

  “I’m adding that into my belief system,” Thorgy says sagely, nodding along to Betty’s every word. 

  Bob groans, “Y’all two are fucking insane.” 

  Betty rolls her eyes, “Maybe the next time the fire department takes ten minutes to get here you’ll change your tune.” “Just keep telling yourself that,” Bob says, rolling her eyes, “I won’t be here for this to happen again, I am fully moving out. This shit is ridiculous.” 

  Thorgy perks up, “Really? Where are you moving?” “I don’t fucking know, all I know is I need to get out of here and fast,” Bob says, pulling on her robe tie.

  “I have a friend in the apartments a block that way,” Thorgy says, pointing west of their dorm building, “I could probably help you get your foot in the door.”

  Bob glances at Thorgy skeptically, “Why would you willingly help me?”

  Betty glares at Bob, “Have you considered she’s just trying to be a good friend?” “Absolutely not.”

  Thorgy chuckles, “I mean, she’s right to be suspicious.”

  Betty grins, “Oh, no, I know that. I’m just giving you the benefit of the doubt.”

  “Awww!” Thorgy smiles, hugging Betty. 

  Bob wrinkles her nose, “Way too fucking early for this bullshit.”

  “We heard you the first thirty times!”

  “Good!” 

  Betty smirks, “You know…”

  Bob’s face falls, “What?”

  “We could always-”

  “Don’t you fucking dare.”

  “-move in together,” Betty finishes with a victorious grin. 

  Thorgy gasps, “Oh my God! That’s an incredible idea!” 

  Bob stares at Betty, unable to comprehend the words that just left her mouth. To Bob, absolutely nothing could be worse than living with these two idiots. Then again, she’s running out of options as far as moving out of this cursed building goes. 

  “Why would I move in with y’all? Give me three good reasons why I would do that,” Bob demands, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff. 

  Betty hums thoughtfully, “Well, I’m a stress cleaner, so you won’t have to deal with a messy apartment.”

  “And I’m a decent cook,” Thorgy offers. 

  Bob rolls her eyes, “That’s only two reasons. Besides, why would I move in with you two when I could move in with Monet?”

  “Monet has to live on campus until the end of next semester because she’s a freshman,” Thorgy reminds her.

  “Naomi too,” Betty adds with a smirk. 

  “Jesus, I hate it when you’re right,” Bob says, kicking the toe of her shoe into the asphalt, “Okay, well, I’ll just ask Kim.”

  Betty laughs, “She’s on a housing scholarship.”

  “Shit.”

  “So what’ll it be? Us or the fire alarms?”

  “Uh, no, I still need a third reason,” Bob says stubbornly, “Cough it up or forget the whole idea.”

  Thorgy grins like a mad woman, “I have a fantastic third reason for you.” 

  “Oh, really?”

  “We’re your only options.”

  Bob groans with the knowledge that Thorgy is actually right. She has no other options. She desperately wants out of this stupid fucking dorm building and its stupid fucking fire alarms, even if it means entering the roommate situation from hell. Bob glares at Betty and Thorgy, who are grinning like idiots. 

  Bob sighs, “Alright. Fine. Let's move into an apartment together.”

  Thorgy cheers, “Yes! This will be so fun!” 

  Betty nods excitedly, “We’re already great friends, what could go wrong?” 

  Bob rolls her eyes, “Don’t fucking jinx it.”

  Then they can hear the firetrucks coming up the street and Bob could cry she’s so relieved. She just wants to go back to sleep for the next month. As she watches the firefighters enter the building, she actually starts to get excited at the prospect of moving in with her closest friends. 

  Looking at how Thorgy and Betty talk animatedly about all the things they could do as roommates, Bob thinks that maybe it won’t be so bad after all. 

[oh-katsuki]

Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

Masterlist 

Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you. 

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k 

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye. 

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into  outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty. 

No one believed you. And who would? 

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him. 

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year. 

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them. 

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions. 

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front. 

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?” 

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing. 

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out. 

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you. 

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy. 

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter. 

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt. 

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”  

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.” 

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze. 

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place. 

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep. 

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently. 

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.” 

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache. 

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested. 

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name. 

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.” 

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.” 

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock. 

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?” 

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too. 

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves. 

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.” 

Oh, he gets it now. 

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again. 

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.” 

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb? 

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?” 

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life. 

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head. 

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm. 

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!” 

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima. 

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better. 

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?” 

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through. 

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder. 

---

Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you. 

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut. 

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course. 

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind. 

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons? 

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same. 

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.” 

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you. 

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?” 

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about. 

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you. 

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help. 

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head. 

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-” 

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.” 

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge. 

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down. 

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.” 

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again. 

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?” 

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss. 

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class. 

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you. 

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock. 

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him. 

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly. 

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.” 

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal. 

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying. 

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips. 

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth. 

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.” 

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat. 

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal. 

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs. 

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.” 

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh. 

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all. 

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds. 

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.” 

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you. 

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.” 

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief. 

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin. 

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically. 

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.” 

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face. 

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows. 

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt. 

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl. 

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips. 

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.” 

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs. 

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet. 

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours. 

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust. 

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.” 

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull. 

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks. 

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy. 

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly. 

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.” 

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together. 

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this? 

“Say it.” 

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now. 

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.” 

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed. 

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.” 

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it. 

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt. 

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy. 

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up. 

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.” 

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long. 

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth. 

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy. 

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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[ptergwen]

If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤

just saying hi

w/c: 2.5k

warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments

a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself

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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.

you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.

your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.

what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?

last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.

you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.

neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.

peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.

“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.

“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.

peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.

“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.

“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.

“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.

“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.

he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.

“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.

since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.

“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.

“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.

that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.

“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.

“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”

peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.

“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“

tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.

“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.

wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”

peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”

shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.

“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.

“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.

“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”

you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.

peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.

“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”

he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.

“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.

“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.

“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.

not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.

“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”

you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”

it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.

“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS VANDEAD CARNIVAL Imajin Webshop Tokuten Drama CD ”Mukami Laito’s Magnificant Ideal Lifestyle ~ Different homes, different rules~”

Original title: 無神ライトの 華麗なる理想生活 ～よそはよそ、うちはうち～

Source: DIABOLIK LOVERS VANDEAD CARNIVAL Imajin Webshop Tokuten Drama CD ”Mukami Laito’s Magnificant Ideal Lifestyle ~ Different homes, different rules~” [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Hirakawa Daisuke, Takahiro Sakurai & Tatsuhisa Suzuki

Translator’s note: I vaguely remember listening to part of this CD before but I never finished it back then because I got sidetracked. I have to say, I was pleasantly surprised by the ending. It started with Laito enjoying this and simply messing with Ruki and Yuma, but it was nice to see some character developmen on his part when he realizes that he might miss his own home/family. Also huge props to Tatsuhisa Suzuki this time. He delivered Yuma’s sheer PANIC perfectly. xD

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*Ding・dong・Ding・dong*

Yuma hums while watering the plants. 

Yuma: Hm, hm…~ Aah, look at y’all grow! These seeds from the Demon World are somethin’ else! Flowers started bloomin’ so soon after plantin’ them! By hidin’ them over here, I don’t need to worry ‘bout Kou pluckin’ them either. Grow big, ‘kay?

Ruki walks up to him. 

Ruki: Yuma. So this is where you’ve been. 

Yuma: Oh, Ruki! This is new! Ya don’t come here to the flower beds often, do ya? What’s up, huh?

Ruki: I have my reasons. …Hm? Those flowers…Did they bloom from the seeds you purchased at the Carnival the other day? Why did you plant them in the school’s garden? 

Yuma: Kou absolutely wrecked my flower bed at home the other day. These seeds are rare, so I gotta protect them with my life! 

Ruki: Haah…Kou can be such a child at times, destroying your garden to get revenge after a fight.

Yuma: Right? I can’t believe that guy’s supposed to be my older brother!

Ruki: Yuma. You are in no position to talk either. Azusa told me that you forced your way into one of Kou’s outfits and stretched the fabric beyond repair. 

Yuma: Hah! An eye for an eye, right? That’s what a real man does.

Ruki: At that rate, the conflict will never end. He’s your brother, remember? Sometimes you simply have to admit your mistakes and apologize. 

Laito walks up to them.

Laito: As to be expected of the tight-knit family of Mukami’s. Such heartwarming words. I think I’m going to puke. Nfu~

Yuma: You’re that hatted bastard from the Sakamaki’s…

Ruki: Sakamaki Laito. What brings you here? 

Laito: It’s a long story~ I picked up on a sweet, delicious smell while wandering around the school building, which eventually brought me here! 

Yuma: Aah…? Are ya talkin’ ‘bout the scent of these flowers? They don’t really smell …?

Laito: Oh dear? The two of you haven’t noticed? It’s such a tempting smell to us Vampires though~

Ruki: Tempt Vampires? 

Laito: If you don’t believe me, why not take a whiff from up close? I’m sure it’ll make your head spin~ Fufu…~ 

Yuma: Smell…?

Ruki: Oi, Yuma. Don’t even think about it. I have a feeling it will only lead to trouble. 

Yuma: Nah, I know. But as the guy who raised these flowers, I’m a lil’ curious…

Yuma turns towards the flowers. 

*Sniff sniff*

Ruki: Yuma, cut it out. I can only see this ending badly. 

*Pew pew*

Yuma: …!? 

Ruki: What are those pollen…!? 

Yuma: Fuck…What is this…? I suddenly feel…incredibly sleepy…

Ruki: Ah…

The two of them collapse on the ground.

*Thud* 

Laito: …Ahーah…~ Didn’t I warn you that it would make your head spin? Nfu~ 

*TIMESKIP*

*Tweet tweet* 

Ruki: Oh…Ah…

*Rustle rustle*

Ruki: Ugh…

*Rustle*

Ruki: Where am I…? Our home…? We were at school earlier so what is going on…? On top of that, it’s morning time. Was I dreaming, perhaps…? Hah. In that case, it was quite the ridiculous dream. Not something which happens to me often. 

Ruki gets out of bed. 

*Creaaak*

Yuma enters the room.

Yuma: Pwaaah…

Ruki: Yuma? You’re up early today, that’s new. 

Yuma: I had this weird dream, ya see. It woke me up. Hah…

Ruki: Heh…You too, huh? However, you arrived at just the right time. Could you wake up Kou for me? He said he has work today.

Yuma: Haah…? Why me?

Ruki: Apologize to him while you’re there. Azusa was worried about the fight as well. Don’t cause your younger brother distress.

Yuma: Che…Fine!

Ruki: I’m counting on you. I’ll go prepare breakfast. 

Ruki walks away.

Yuma: Hah…! Easy for him to say, but Kou’s mood is at an all-time low during the mornings… Oh well, guess I have no other choice. I’ll take one for the team for my selfish big bro. 

He walks towards Kou’s room. 

*THUD THUD THUD*

Yuma: Oi, Kou! When will ya get yer lazy ass outta bed!? 

*THUD THUD THUD*

Yuma: You’ve got work, no!? Wake the hell up already! Ah, alsoーー

Somebody opens the door.

Yuma: Sorry for what I did the other da…Eek!? 

*SCENE SHIFT*

Ruki is cooking in the kitchen. 

Ruki: Mmh. A perfect half-boiled egg. Now I just have to cook the bacoーー

Yuma runs up to him.

Yuma: Ruki, Ruki…!! RUKIIII…!!

*Thud*

Ruki: What’s your problem, Yuma? Quit the ruckus. Did you wake up Kou?

Yuma: T-This is crazy!

Ruki: Crazy? How so? Was Kou drawing the world map or something? 

Yuma: That’d be pretty darn crazy too but it’s somethin’ else!

Ruki: Haah…Either way, you need to calm down first.

Yuma: How am I supposed to stay calm now!? Okay, listen carefully, Ruki…K-K-Kou is gone…!

Ruki: Excuse me?

Yuma: But that’s not all! He’s been replaced by the unthinkable! 

Laito walks up to them. 

Laito: Pwaaah…Geez, my big brothers are so noisy in the morning. 

Yuma: AAAAAH!! IT’S HERE!!!

Ruki: You…!? Sakamaki Laito!? Why are you here at our manor!?

Laito: Why…? Am I not allowed to be in my own home? You silly brothers~

Yuma: Bro…!? Hold up, stay away, you freak!

Laito: Geezー You’re so mean, Yuma-onii-chan…~ 

Yuma: Quit callin’ me that! It’s givin’ me the heebie-jeebies!

Laito: But you are my older brother, aren’t you? Right, onii-chan…~? 

Yuma: I SAID STOP!

Ruki: Calm yourself, Yuma! …For now, go put on some clothes, Sakamaki Laito. We will talk afterwards. 

*TIMESKIP*

*Cling cling*

Laito: Hahn…Mm…Nom…Mmh! These sunny-side up eggs are cooked to perfection! The yolk mixes in with the white before melting on my tongue…Aah…I can’t get enough of it.

Ruki: I’m…glad to hear that. Oi, aren’t you going to eat as well, Yuma?

Yuma: Ya really think I can get anythin’ down my throat right now? 

Ruki: Valid. 

Laito: So you guys really do eat normal meals every day, huh? As to be expected of former-humans~ Well, I do happen to like macarons quite a bit myself. 

Ruki: Sakamaki Laito. …Listen. Let me ask you one more time. Why are you here? 

Laito: Once again, why shouldn’t I be in my own house? Furthermore, I’m not Sakamaki Laito. It’s Mukami Laito. Don’t go forgetting the name of your own little brother, okay? Ruki-nii-san. 

Ruki: Younger bro…!?

Yuma: (whispers) Oi, Ruki. The fuck’s goin’ on…!? 

Ruki: (whispers) I have no clue either. Perhaps I’ve gone crazy? 

Yuma: (whispers) I searched the whole manor, but couldn’t find Kou or Azusa anywhere. For real, what’s goin’ on…!? 

Laito: Fufu…Fufufu…You still haven’t noticed? The two of you are slower than I thought. 

Ruki: Excuse me? 

Laito: We’re inside a dream.

Yuma: A dream!? 

Laito: Remember those flowers you planted in the school’s garden? They’re what’s causing this. You see, those are rather troublesome flowers who have the ability to lure a Vampire in, putting them to sleep and causing hallucinations. 

Ruki: Hallucinations? So the three of us are simultaneously seeing the same illusion? 

Laito: Exactly. Hmー I suppose ‘dream’ is more accurate than ‘illusion’ though. In other words, the three of us are all seeing the same dream right now. However, I’ve heard that the flowers wither shortly after activating their powers, so I’m sure we’ll wake up eventually. 

Yuma: Those flowers were that dangerous!? 

*Cling*

Laito: Hahn…Mm…They’re native to the Demon World after all. …Phew. 

*Cling*

Laito: Thanks for the meal! Well then, I suppose I’ll use this opportunity to thoroughly investigate the Mukami manor~

Ruki: Wait! Where does that idea come from!? 

Laito: I mean, this place is otherwise off-limits for me, right? Also, I’m currently having a fight with Ayato-kun, so I don’t really want to return home. Over here, I don’t have to worry about Mr. Yours Truly who thinks he’s the bee's knees, or that other big brother of mine who only knows how to order people around. I’ll use this opportunity to enjoy my freedom for a bit. Fufu~ 

Laito gets up from his chair and leaves the room. 

Yuma: Oi, Ruki. Can we let this happen? 

Ruki: We can try and fight it, but I doubt it’ll bring us back to the real world. Well…If it’s just an illusion, I doubt he can do any real damage. Just let him do as he pleases. 

Yuma: Haah…Flowers who play tricks on Vampires, huh? I sure chose quite the souvenir to bring back home with me. 

*TIMESKIP*

Yuma is working on the field. 

Yuma: …Phew. 

Laito: Heeh…I had heard the rumors before, but you actually grow your own field, huh? 

Yuma: Uwah…!? When did you get here!? 

Laito: Hey, what are you growing over here? 

Yuma: Ah…? Well, various stuff. It’s none of yer business tho. 

Laito: How cold…I know it’s only inside a dream, but we’re brothers right now, remember? Why not just tell me? Yuma-oniーー 

*THUD*

Yuma: Aaaah! For the millionth time, don’t call me that!! ーー Fine! I’ll tell you! I’m still preppin’ the soil over here, but I’ve got cucumbers and tomatoes growin’ over there. Happy now!?

Laito: Cucumbers, huh? A fine choice, if I may say! Can I have some once they’re ready? 

Yuma: Oh! Do ya like veggies, perhaps? Damn! We might actually get along better than I thought! Sure! Ya can have some once I’ve harvested them!

Laito: The bigger, the better! Right…One which would make Bitch-chan tear up as she chokes on it~

Yuma: Hold up…The fuck are ya gonna use my cucumber for!? 

Laito: What do you mean? During our fun times in the bedroom, of course. (1)

Yuma: FUCK OFF! I shed blood, sweat and tears for these darn veggies! 

Laito: Oh come on~ I’ve heard you’ve forced one of those inside Bitch-chan’s mouth before as well~ 

Yuma: CUT IT OUT! It sounds so wrong comin’ from you! I only did that to feed her the veggies! All I wanted was for her to understand how frickin’ delicious they are! 

Laito: Don’t try and act all innocent~ I bet you got turned on from seeing her mouth stuffed with tomato, her lips all sticky from its juices~

Yuma: Shut up! Don’t assume I’m just as fucked up as you are! Besides, if you’ve got time to spout bullcrap, why don’t ya help me out a lil’, huh!? In this house, ya gotta work for yer grub.

Laito: I can survive perfectly fine without food, remember? 

Yuma: I saw ya scarf down those eggs earlier! Now stop movin’ yer mouth and move those hands instead!!

*Thud*

Laito: Eeeeh!? 

Yuma: ‘Eeeh!?’, my ass! Even Azusa has done field work before, ya know!? Take a lesson from that! Come on! Hold this!

*THUD*

Laito: Eh!? W-Wait…!

Yuma: He who does not work, neither shall he eat! …Come on, bend over like ya mean it!

The two of them start plowing. 

*TIMESKIP*

Laito: Uu…What did I do to deserve this? My back hurts…and so do my arms and legs. 

Ruki: Oi, Sakamaki Laito. 

Laito: Ah…Ruki. Do you need something? 

Ruki: Why is there mud all over the hallway?

Laito: Yuma forced me to help him in the field. As a result, I’m covered in mud all the way up to my knees, geez. 

Ruki: I can tell. However, what I want to know is why you are leaving all of the dirt laying around in the hallway? 

Laito: Why? I mean, someone will eventually clean it, right?

Ruki: (mumbles) …Haah. It’s always the same with these rich boys. Listen up, Sakamaki Laito. I do not know how things worked over at your house, but we have our own rules here. 

Laito: So? What are you trying to say? 

Ruki: Clean up the hallway. 

Laito: Haah!? Why should I do that!? 

Ruki: At the Mukami manor, each member is responsible for looking after themselves and cleaning up their own mess. It makes one more independent. That is our educational policy and a basic rule. 

Laito: That doesn’t apply to me! Besides, at our home, Reiji does all of theーー 

Ruki: Different homes, different rules. As long as you wish to reside here, you will have to abide by our rules. Now, hurry up and wipe the hallway!

*TIMESKIP*

Laito is cleaning the hallway.

*Rustle rustle* 

Laito: Once again…Why must I do this…? At my house, Reji would have long taken care of it…He’s the kind of guy who likes to tell others to do it, but in the end, he prefers doing it himself so he knows it’ll meet his standards. It honestly saves us a lot of trouble. ーー Haah. For some reason, I suddenly want to return there very badly. To that home, and my brothers. Right now, I wouldn’t even mind admitting defeat to Ayato-kun. 

*Rustle*

Laito: Haah…I want to go back home, where I’m allowed to live freely. 

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

Laito: Nn…Nnh…Oh…

Ruki: Seems like you woke up, Sakamaki Laito. 

*Rustle*

Laito: Huh…? Where…?

Ruki: We’re at school. I only just woke up as well, but take a look. The flowers have withered. The smell has faded as well, as it seems that nightmare has finally come to an end. 

Laito: Heeh…Well, I’m glad. To be honest, I was honestly getting worried what I’d do if I never woke up from that dream again.

Yuma: Nn…Ahn…

Laito: Seems like that guy over there is still in dreamland. Well thenーー 

Laito gets up. 

Ruki: Where are you going? 

Laito: I’m going back, obviously. To my home. 

Ruki: I see. Have a safe trip then. 

Laito: Yeah, yeah. You too. …Well then, farewell. Ruki-nii-san~

Laito walks away.

Ruki: Hmph…

Yuma: Nn…Hm? 

*Rustle*

Ruki: Are you awake, Yuma? 

Yuma: Ah…Ruki…? Where are we…?

Ruki: The real world. It appears that the flowers have withered and their smell has faded. Well, I’m sure that’s not exactly something you would want to hear. 

Yuma: Nah…

Yuma sits up. 

Yuma: This time is an exception…I don’t care if it’s a dream or an illusion, I never want to have to spend another day like that…

Ruki: Heh…I assume Sakamaki Laito is not the only one who wished to return to the real world. 

Yuma: I had to witness the sight of a naked dude first thing in the morning. I dunno what to call that other than a nightmare…Haahー... I’m exhausted even though all I did was sleep.

Ruki: Should we head back as well? If we dawdle for too long, the morning will dawn just like it did in that dream. 

Yuma: Good point. …Oi, Ruki. Let’s drop by the store to buy groceries on our way back. 

Ruki: Yes. Is there anything you’d like to eat? 

Yuma: Pasta. The kind with a bunch of clams. 

Ruki: Okay. I suppose we’ll be having Vongole Bianco for dinner tonight then. We’re all out of shichimi-spice as well, so let’s buy that as well. 

Yuma: Sure. …Ah, by the way, Ruki? Didn’t ya come here ‘cause ya needed somethin’? What was the issue? 

Ruki: Oh, right. Don’t worry, it has already been resolved. 

Yuma: Hmー 

Yuma stretches. 

Yuma: Aaahー Let’s head back then. …Kou and Azusa are waitin’ for us. 

Ruki: Exactly. …While every family has its flaws and fights, there’s no place like home. 

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Laito uses the term 野菜プレイ or ‘yasai purei (play)’ which is a combination of the word for ‘vegetable(s)’ and ‘sexual kink/fetish’.

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Sesshomaru||NSFW Alphabet

A/N: That’s right, I wrote an NSFW alphabet for him as well. How could I not, he’s a hottie. Also somehow, I managed to keep this w a gender neutral reader, so all my Sesshomaru fans may enjoy (unless u ship s*ssrin, then leave)

Word Count: 1911

Warnings: Obviously nsfw

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex, Sesshomaru returns to his initial composure almost immediately. Like he’ll pant for a few seconds, wipe his dick off and then immediately, boom, like nothing ever happened. Of course, you, are thoroughly wrecked, needing Sesshomaru’s help, help which he is more than happy to give.

B - Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself has to be his arm/arms (depending). He loves his arms for a reason completely separate from you, he just enjoys the fact that he finally has two arms, like he thinks back to all the times he didn’t properly appreciate his left arm, and vows to never make that same mistake.

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

As much as he loves cumming on your body, nothing compares to the feeling of cumming inside you. He loves to watch you slowly lose all coherency as he just fucks you full of his cum. If you let this man cum inside you, you will unleash a whole new beast, that you’re gonna have to be prepared to deal with. 

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sometimes, when Sesshomaru knows he’s going to be away from you for a long time, he tries to fuck you as much as possible. He knows that he’ll miss you and gets a little more lovey dovey, but above all, he’s trying to remember the feeling of you so he can better mimic it with his had.

E - Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Sesshomaru is extremely experienced, on account of both his rank and his power. Demons are attracted to power and rank and, being so noble, Sesshomaru has never had any trouble with finding a partner to warm his bed. He’s not versed in everything but he has a strong sense of intuition and a deep connection with his own desires.

F - Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

A bit cliché, but, his favorites are doggy style and mating press. Any position where he has the leverage to press you down and fuck into you also ranks pretty high on his list.

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Sesshomaru is so serious in the moment. He gets so laser focused on pleasing you that he finds any distractions to be a bit...grating. That being said, you’re the exception, if he happens to make you laugh during sex, he’ll just roll his eyes affectionately before shutting you up with a kiss.

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s about as well groomed as any man of his station at the time would be. He’s not exactly shaving down there but his hair is so fine that it isn’t unbearable. Also the carpet definitely matches the drapes, his hair is extremely light and it’s hard to see sometimes.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Sesshomaru is very intimate in subtle ways. He shows you hat he cares by doing little things to ensure your comfort. Whether it’s brushing sweat off your head, setting pillows under your hips, or retracting his nails when he holds you, Sesshomaru is the king of unspoken intimacy. He loves you and he’s going to show it in the most obvious way.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated earlier, Sesshomaru really only jacks off out of necessity. He had no problem with getting someone to fuck, ad now that he has you, he doesn’t see the need to masturbate. The only time he’ll do so is if you’re gonna be away from him for a while and he’s really horny.

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sesshomaru has a breeding kink, sorry not sorry. Even if you can’t get pregnant, something in him just tells him to keep filling you with his cum until it spills out. At which point, he just repeats the process. He also has a thing for marking, whether it be by scent, hickies, or with his cum, he loves the reminder/proclamation that you’re his.

L - Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Sesshomaru’s not picky about location. He’s of the opinion that, as long as you’re comfy, he’s ok with it. He does enjoy having his fill of you in your shared bedroom, but yall aren’t really home often enough for him to be that particular about it.

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

The only thing that turns Sesshomaru on is the sight/thought of you naked and waiting for him. 

N - NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sesshomaru does not care all that much for sharing, and in a similar vein, voyeurism. With voyeurism, he doesn’t mind fucking out in the open, as long as no one else is around. The second he gets whiff of anyone, he’s pulling out of you faster than you can even realize what’s going on. With sharing, just don’t ask. He won’t show it but, the thought of someone else even seeing you that vulnerable enrages him and sets off his baser instincts. If you suggest it, he’s going to be very hurt for some time.

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Sesshomaru probably didn’t even know about oral until you went down on him for the first time. While he isn’t exactly the most experienced in it, he more than makes up for it with his sheer voracity. If you ask him to give you head, he’s getting on his knees, laying you back like, “say less”.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sesshomaru can be both but he tends to lean on the more fast and rough side. Sure, your hips and legs hurt, but who can really complain when there’s a powerful demon pounding into you like a jackhammer.

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

When you first told Sesshomaru what a quickie entailed, he was intrigued. Admittedly, he didn’t like the concept at first, but the more he thought about it the more it grew on him. He likes the thought of you being so needy for him that you’d rather jump him as soon as possible than wait to get home.

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

In terms of experimentation, Sesshomaru’s not all that open to it. He’ll try if you insist but he’s definitely not one to suggest any experimentation. As for risks in terms of location, as long as he’s far enough from others, he doesn’t really care where y’all fuck or how loud you are. 

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can go as long as you can. He does like to build your endurance more and more each time, but sex in general with him is a serious time commitment.  He’s more than willing to space it throughout the day if that would suit you better.

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

No toys, Sesshomaru doesn’t see the point in them. It also goes back to his thing about sharing, while he won’t be as angry as he would be with another person there, the thought infuriates him. Just thinking about an object getting to feel you in the same way he does make him see red.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sesshomaru prefers not to tease, but he will if he feels the need to. He prefers to get straight to the point, letting you cum as many times as he sees fit to, honestly, prep you to take him in. But if he’s feeling particularly slighted, (whether by you or some demon he can’t quite murder) he’ll take it all out on you. While he won’t tease you in public, in private, he’ll work you up, get you right on the edge of cumming, and then pull it away. The more you whimper and whine, the more tempted he is to draw out your torture.

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Sesshomaru is pretty quiet... usually. While he prides himself on his control, of which extends even to the bedroom, letting out a few grunts once he’s about to cum, his rut is a different story. Sesshomaru refuses to talk about or even acknowledge how unihinged he acts during his rut but honestly, the moment he gets a whiff of your arousal, he sounds like a wild animal. Every repressed emotion and sound comes bubbling back up to the surface and he just goes around growling and panting until he can stick his dick in you.

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sesshomaru tries his best to be gentle/hold back with you. It’s not obvious and you haven’t noticed because most of it happens in the heat of the moment when you’re distracted by...other things. But, he knows he tends to lose himself inside of you so in preparation, he’ll remove his hands from your body and let his claws rip into the surface under/behind you, whether it be a tree, bed, or just the floor. One of these times, his poison accidently activated and he shielded your body by leaning down and making out with you. That day, he discovered his affinity for kissing you while pounding into you.

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Mans got a third leg, I just know. The baggy pants hide it pretty well but when you manage to pull it out, he’s easily 8 inches (10-12 when fully hard depending on circumstances), uncut, and really pretty. Like other parts of him, Sesshomaru’s dick is beautiful, a small patch of silver hair near his base. Speaking of, Sesshomaru does have a knot, if he cums inside of you, he tries to do so without getting it stuck just because of the fact that it’s kind of a hassle waiting it out. But if you let him knot you and the situation allows it, he might go a little feral whoops.

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Sesshomaru has a pretty high sex drive and before you, he could control it pretty well in all instances besides his rut. He still maintains his impeccable control but he finds himself ready to go a lot more often than he used to be. Like if you ask him, he’s immediately down regardless of what he’s doing. The only time that he gets supernaturally and uncontrollably horny is when he goes into rut. At which point...good luck getting his dick out of you.

Z - ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

While Sesshomaru doesn’t really get tired after sex in the same way you do, he does understand when you’re kind of tapped out for the night/day/moment and is more than content to watch you sleep. After a while though, the sounds of your heartbeat and the quiet sounds of your breathing will set him at ease and put him to sleep.

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Settling In Devils Creek: Drunk On A Devils Hunger

Summary- 5.4k Sheriff Lee Bodecker x Reader. You survived your encounter with the Reverend, but just barely. Lee vows to keep you safe by any means necessary. But will the Reverend honor the werewolf's territory boundaries or is the cafe now a free for all?

Warnings- Smut, werewolf getting it on. This is an 18+ Only blog.

A/N- Written for @slothspaghettiwrites Sloth’s Marvelous Monster Mayhem Writing Challenge. My prompts were lyrics from Bottom Of The River by Delta Rae. One of my favorites songs, so I’m thrilled I got to use that one. Thank you @verdandis-blog for giving this a read through. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics.

Masterlist / Chased By The Pale Moonlight

Lee had arrested the reverend, right in the middle of his bible study which gave the Sheriff great pleasure. But he couldn't make the charges stick due to your wounds simply looking too animalistic. Lee had a doctor inspect them due to Reverend Preston's insistence of his innocence. Of course, the doctor deemed them “unknown animal attack in the woods.”

It was frustrating because he was right in his assessment. It was an animal attack but no way to really prove what it could possibly be.

For your safety, once the Reverend was released, you stayed at Sheriff Bodeckers in the evenings. He also escorted you to the repaired cafe for your shifts. Anytime he wasn't able to, Sandy was more than happy to hang out.

At first, you were cross at Sandy not telling you when she came to visit her brothers, a bottle of liquor in her hand as an apology. She swept you in a hug, shaking her head. “The fucking Reverend, we should just go up there and put a silver bullet in his head.”

“It’s tempting.” Lee shrugged. “Very very tempting to shoot the fucking bastard. Excuse my language. But Sandy, you know that isn’t how it works. If we are going to kill Preston, it has to be done without getting caught.”

The woman rolled her eyes at her brother while digging a pack of smoke out of her purse, tapping the pack to pull one out. She flicked one at her brother and took one for herself. “It's the least he deserves. You want one?” She offered and you declined. She stuffed it back into her purse while snapping her fingers against a lighter. Tossing it to her brother, she turned back to him. “Ya know, I can get Carl to do it. He has a mean streak in him.” She smirked and a cold shiver escaped you at her tone.

Lee flashed her a look before shaking his head. “I don’t want to know what shit you and Carl get up to Sandy to make you say that. Again, no. Be my luck he missed the shot and then I got to worry about y’all as well.”

You had a feeling werewolves were vindictive creatures the more you learned from them. Sheriff Bodecker never changed towards you, but now that you knew he kept his feelings about the Reverend a lot less hidden.

You couldn't help but agree with his general disgust of the man.

Things changed at the cafe. You still had your regulars and out-of-towners, but anyone from the congregation refused to come in after you tried to press charges on their Reverend. Even Lucy refused to converse with you, purposely ignoring any friendly gesture you made to her on the street. The sudden coldness of the town was a damper on your spirits. Sandy was sure to remind you that ‘You are too good for them bible thumpers anyways.’

There were good times, you rather enjoyed making dinner for the Sheriff, every night he would press his hands against his stomach with a groan about how damn fine it was. Oftentimes he went back for thirds and fourths. Werewolves were bottomless pits, always hungry and searching for food. You took advantage of that, testing out all sorts of new recipes for the cafe on him which he was more than enthusiastic about.

In the evenings after dinner, he typically did stuff around his yard. Raking fallen leaves and trimming around the house, he was sure to stroll with you whenever you went as well. It was these times he shared a bit more knowledge about that other side of himself.

Your arm was wrapped through his because he simply radiates warmth in the chilly fall evening. “How did it happen… becoming one?”

“Ancestors were assuming, come over from Europe and just grew. Once in a while, a new one wanders into town, but they rarely stay too long. The ones around here are all from this area, except the Reverend.” He bared his teeth a bit at the thought.

“And the change… does it hurt?” It was hard to imagine it didn't, with the differences that had to happen, all your bones reshaping and organs shifting. Not to mention the elongating of his entire face, it twisted your gut thinking it hurt.

Lee patted your hand in the crook of his arm, flashing a smile. “Not but a few moments, then…” He breathed in deeply. “Power, sheer power. That can be the overwhelming part of it all. Keeping control. All you want to do is chase, hunt, and…” His eyes glanced down at you. “It’s just a lot to maintain. Actually, most of us have safe places, cages that we can be put into if the monster is too overpowering.”

He tugged you a bit closer when his hand fell around your hip. “You don't have to worry about it though, Sandy knows what to do if it's needed.”

You fell into your thoughts while Lee fell quiet to.

You also were given target practice by Lee. His big barrel pistol felt foreign in your hands, but he was steadfast in making sure you knew what to do. That was also the day he set up one in the cafe for safety reasons. At first, you were against such a thing. After closing he was behind the counter, fitting it into a hiding place for you.

“Lee, why would I need it? When I have you.” You pointed out, leaning over the counter while watching him install the holster in a secret spot.

“And what about when I’m not here Sunshine?” He stuck the tip of his tongue out while he managed to get the last screw in at an odd angle. You just had to reach between where the counters connected to withdraw the weapon now. “I do get called out of Devils Creek for court cases.” He pointed out. “I gotta go to one tomorrow.”

Your eyes darted to the calendar. “But it's the full moon tomorrow night.”

“I will be back before then, but just in case…” He pushed himself to stand, cupping your face in his hands. “You got that Sunshine. I also marked your building as part of my territory. He shouldn't cross it.”

You couldn't help your bubble of nerves, but hearing him made you giggle a bit, arching a brow. “And how did you mark it as yours?” You teased and Lee gave a snort and shook his head.

“Easily, that night you were attacked, I went back and clawed my signature into it. What? You think I peed on it? I’m not a dog!” He joked and you couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up from you, tears streaming down your face.

“You will be back before nightfall?” You managed to squeeze out with a hiccup.

“I can’t see why I wouldn't be.” Lee assured you, pushing up to a stand and resting his hand over yours, squeezing tightly to reassure you. You rewarded him with one of those sweet smiles that made Lee warm all over.

That next day you were nervous throughout the day, having stayed at the cafe since Lee had dropped you off early that morning. Your usual customers went about their day and you did your best to put your best face forward.

Sandy was going to stay with you till Lee came back, which should have been at any time now. He had a slight mishap at court that kept him longer than he suspected according to his text. But was sure he would be home well before the full moon showed its glowing orb in the night sky.

You two closed up a bit earlier than usual, the atmosphere in Devil Creek was just heavy that day, a foreboding warning. By seven the place was dead and you didn't see any cars on the street.

Sandy was trying to keep her argument on the phone with Carl hush hush, but you couldn't miss him yelling on the other end when she finally snapped the cafe's wall phone back on the hanger. “Y/N, Carl is drunk off his ass and gonna do something stupid if I don’t get on home.” She said with disbelief. “Of all nights to act a fucking prick, he chooses this one. Why don't you just come home with me? Lee will know where you are if you are not here.”

You tried sending him a text earlier, but no response, plus Carl scared you a bit. Not that you weren't dealing with the worst situation with Reverend Preston, but adding Carl into the mix just wasn't what you thought you needed right now. “No, I probably should stay here. I’m sure Lee will be here soon.” Sandy hesitated as she shouldered her purse. “Besides, Lee said that Preston shouldn't come near this place once he’s shifted. Something about werewolf dynamics making this place Lee’s territory.”

“Lee did the same thing to my house too. Carl is forever peeved why I won’t let him paint over what looks like claw marks. You sure hun? I hate to leave ya here on your own.”

“Positive Sandy, I know he will be here soon. I have a few things I wanted to take care of anyways. Besides, your brother gave me lessons. Wouldn't let up till I was hitting the bullseye.”

It was enough of a push Sandy needed to get her out the door and you were sure to lock it behind you.

The next hour you did just as you said you needed to, making a batch of donuts tossed in cinnamon sugar for the morning. You had tried several times to call Lee but still was no answer.

“Where the hell are you Sheriff?” You whispered to yourself at the next no answer phone call and as it got darker, the moon now visible hanging over the tops of people's houses, you considered calling Sandy back, to see if perhaps she had heard from her brother. Your fingers hovered over the call button when you heard it, making you pause, holding your breath, straining to hear it.

Tap, tap, tap.

Something sharp tapping along with the steel door you had installed at the back of the kitchen. Then a loud screeching noise started, you could see the steel visibly indent with a line dragging down the length of it.

“Let me in, Little Lamb.” A snarling tone and at the cracks where the door sealed you heard Preston huffing like his nose was pressed there. “That Devils mark can’t keep me out.” Preston grunted out.

“Shit!” You rush out of the back kitchen to dart behind the counter. The steel door couldn't hold up to Preston. He wrenched it out of the frame and padded inside on all fours. You killed the lights in the restaurant and clutching the pistol, you tried to hide yourself away where he wouldn't see you.

You need to see him and aim before he could get to you. Your heart raced with a crash against your chest, feeling like it was just going to break its way through your chest.

“I can hear it.” Came a growl just entering the main part of the cafe, his claws scraping with each lumbering step as he pushed up on top of one of the countertops, crouching. The wood groaned under his weight, almost seeming to sag. “Your heart is so loud. Be easy to find you, Little Lamb.” He huffed in a laugh, his tongue swiping over his fangs and muzzle. “You were lucky last time.” He leaped down on the other side of the counter opposite of you. You were sure he probably knew where you were, tucked into a cubby under your register. On the other side of the wood you sensed him, wet snuffs dragging up and down the siding of the counter, where you were hiding. “I can smell you too, no wonder Lee hides you all to himself. So sweet-smelling.” He grunted as his shoulder thumped heavily against the counter. You bit your lip to keep from yelping out in surprise. “You smell like those plump peaches, so juicy that when bitten into, you squirt. Is that what you do for the Sheriff, Little Lamb?” You heard him pause, just on the other side of the counter from where you were, going eerily silent for several seconds.

A snarl ripped through him and a paw splintered through the wood near where you were hidden. You screamed and pushed yourself out while Preston ripped a hole through the wood, shooting his paw out and swiping his claws out at you, just missing you. “He’s not coming. Sheriff Lee ran into some issues.”

He was messing with you, you could tell by the lazy effort he put into withdrawing from the hole he made, the way he disappeared from sight. Your fingers fumbled with the gun, holding it in front of you. All was quiet for a moment, your eyes staring at the hole, ready for him to return. Then a hot heavy drop landed on your shaking hand, and you glanced up to see him hovering above you over the counter, how he got up there so silently, you didn't know. But you took aim and pulled the trigger.

Lee was just about to head back into town. Still a good half hour of daylight left, there was a sense of relief making it back to Devil Creek. His whole day had been a fucking disaster to start with. Every instinct had told him not to leave, especially with the change coming. But there had been no choice and he was confident he would be back in time.

That was till the bailiff dragged ass, the court kept getting recessed due to varying circumstances, his time in the confession booth was one of the last ones to be taken. It all just added up till his couple hours out of town was all damn day.

But he still had time to get to the cafe, pick you up, and return home so he could shift in peace and keep you safe. Lee highly doubted that the Reverend Preston would dare to come to his home, even with you as a lure.

Before hitting the edge of town, a sharp ping ricocheted off his cruiser, and the car gave a jerking turn making him drag it off to the side of the road, the front driver's side tire was flat. “Fuck.” He snapped, his eyes roving the side of the road to see if there was anything suspicious before he ran his hand over his holster and wrapped his hand over the handle of his weapon. Pushing open his door, he stepped out. The all too familiar tingle rippled up his spine, red hot pain that signaled he was close to the shift. If he was, so was the Reverend.

Several men stepped out of the nearby woods where they had been hiding. Rifles slung up to aim at him. “Back in the car, Sheriff.”

It was easy to see that they were members of the congregation. Lee wasn't one to back down. WIth a push, his door to the cruiser slammed shut with a show of refusal while he strode away from the parked cruiser. “I got somewhere to be. Get out of my way or else I will have you all brought in.”

“Can't do Sheriff.” The safety of the rifles clicked off. “Reverend don't need you interfering.”

Lee dragged in another breath, the pain starting to take over. Behind the treeline he could see the moon starting to crest.

“Get the fuck out of my way right now.” He groaned out, sweat starting to bead his brow. One of the men grew impatient, tilting his rifle up and shooting in the air.

“GET BACK IN THE CRUISER LEE.”

There wasn't any time left now and Lee just let the change take over. It split from him like an egg being cracked open, his clothes falling away into shreds while bones cracked and reshaped with gut turning noises. The men wavered their resolve seeing Lee shift, frightened gasps of horror as they all started to stumble backwards to retreat from the nightmare. Fur drove its way through his skin in a wave as it coated from his back to his front, his body growing in the process till muscles were prominent that never showed in his softer human body. Hands reshaped to large dinner plate paws with wickedly sharp claws that burst under his fingernails, and his teeth protruded into fangs while his muzzle stretched, leaving him panting at the effort. No longer was his eyes human, barely seeing in the dark.

Now they were glowing demonic red, sharp ears pinned back while his fur rippled at the first effort he took to stand up, now towering over any man there. His red eyes pinpointed on them and a snap of his bone-crushing jaws with a roar sent them falling back, no longer willing to try to stop him. The werewolf was aching to give chase, snap their necks and gouge their beating hearts from their chests, a wet lick of his tongue over glistening fangs left him almost doing that. But his senses sharpened.

Sunshine.

A burst of speed escaped him, gouging his claws through the road's pavement as he took off. Crumbles of concrete shooting behind him. Everything turned into a blur around him, his whole focus on just getting to you. While he barrelled up the main street, he heard the initial shot, immediately honing in on the cafe.

There wasn't even a pause as his body slammed into the door, skidding across the linoleum to crash into booths on the opposite side. He shook his head to clear off debris from the splintered wood, roaring out his rage at the scene.

You stood wide-legged, the pistol held up in front of you while Preston was clutching at his shoulder, the burning acrid scent of flesh and fur filled the air. The silver bullet was singing where it was embedded in the monster. Preston clawed at his shoulder, trying to remove it while howling in pain.

Lee crashed through the remains of the booth, catching sight of you wide-eyed turning to face him. You ducked just in time when Preston made a grab for you, disappearing from Lee's sight till you crawled out of a torn through hole through the counter's frame. You pushed yourself to bolt, sliding across broken glass and wood to get to Lee.

Preston gave chase, which Lee was already shoving you behind him. In a fury of claws and teeth, he was wrapped around Preston. This time when they crashed around, it wasn't trees they were busting through. But your cafe.

Your cafe was being destroyed by the two monsters as their bodies were flung around, Lee went soaring into the wall of dishes that all shattered on impact. Shards of plates and cups falling around him like snow as he shook himself.

Preston was still clutching his shoulder on the other side of the cafe, deep wet pants and a lolling tongue hanging out the side of his muzzle showed his exertion, partially slumped backward on his haunches.

“She’s mine.” Lee snarled and leaped the distance separating the monsters, this time he was faster than Preston’s slowing movements. The werewolf didn't have a chance to prepare for the onslaught and this time Lee buried his fangs in Preston's throat, crushing his windpipe and ripping open his jugular with a bone snapping shake of his head.

A screaming panicked cry escaped the werewolf while he was being viciously shaken till he went completely limp, his head lolling back at an odd angle. Lee just let him drop into a crumble through the wreckage they were standing in.

A soft wavering voice caught his attention, the adrenaline running through him made him quake a bit.

“Lee…”

Lifting his gaze, he found you among the ruins, looking so tiny and fragile that it streaked every protective part in him, human and monster.

The monster approached you, slow in his movements as he came closer to you, long claws were curled protectively against his paw till he uncurled them, scraping barely against your cheek. “Sunshine.” The growl came out, his muzzle dropping to the other side of your face, inhaling against you, his tongue a gentle caress against your cheek.

You dropped your hand to Lee’s furry chest, tilting your face up to his affections. You could feel how much he wanted you, his monster cock pressing up from between his muscle-roped thighs. His ears flattened to his skull when you whimpered at the claws trailing goosebumps down your neck and hooked a claw into your shirt.

The last few moment's worth of adrenaline simmered through you, turning the fear into a need for your protector. You couldn't be scared of him any longer, not after seeing this beast go gentle for you after breaking Preston’s neck. His red eyes softened the longer he looked down at you. He wasn’t a monster, not to you. No, it was just your sweet sheriff. Your hands dug into the thick black fur, seeking out him underneath it all, the wall of his chest quivering at your touch.

“I want you Lee, do it.” you whispered, your big innocent eyes blinking up at him. “I'm not afraid, how could I be?” The adrenaline in your system had made you turn feral for the monster, needing him like no other. Tentatively you swiped your hands through his fur, marveling at the beauty before you.

There was a grunt from him as he curled his claws into your shirt and let them slide down, following down the length of your body, your shirt falling away in shreds. “Precious Sunshine. You should run.” He lapped his tongue over your collar bone.

“Why would I run Lee? I’m right where I need to be.” You marveled at the sheer force under your hands as you roamed your hands over him. His fur was bristled but soft under your palm. Shoulders, chest, stomach, it all was muscle. Your hands felt tiny when they wrapped around his cock, making him snarl at the feel of your hands rubbing him. You preened at the way his thick head was already beading with cum, how he throbbed and twitched in your hands.

You couldn't stop, not now. Not when you felt your thighs quiver and panties stick to you with such a need. How would it feel to be stretched on him, claimed. You had a feeling you would be blissfully ruined for anyone beyond Lee.

“I can smell you.” His tongue lapped forcefully against a nipple, sharp teeth just sinking into your breast. Beads of fine blood burst forth that he dragged his tongue over. It didn't hurt but made you want that sensation again as you clutched the back of his head, twisting fingers into his fur. “Just bury into your sweet cunt.” Claws circled your hips, pulling you in closer to his hulking form. “Be the sweetest heaven.”

You let go of his fur, reaching down to flip your skirt up. Another animalistic grunt escaped him as he tightened his hold, careful that his claws weren't piercing into your skin too much as he propped you on what was left of your cafe’s counter.

“They are already ruined Lee, get them off.” You spread your thighs for him and he ran his tongue over his fangs like you were a delicacy. Running his paws down the back of your thighs, he lifted your feet to the counter's edge, long laps of his tongue cleaning between your thighs. A nip of his fangs twisted into your panties and a quick jerk ripped them from your body.

Rumbles filled the cafe the way you were laid out on the counter, now bare, wanting. Your hands ran over his shoulders and down his biceps while the werewolf licked over your weeping cunt, along the crease in your thigh, over your belly, and up further till he was hovering over you.

“Last chance Sunshine.”

A broken voice that still resembles Lee made you flutter, leaning up, you placed a kiss to the tip of his muzzle. “My answer is the same Sheriff. I want all of you.”

Your legs moved around his waist, to dig your heels into the base of his back while Lee was so careful with you. The first press of his cock was wide, making you hiss into his fur.

The monster actually whined that he might be hurting you, but you begged for more.

Lee started to ease into you further, feeling you stretch slowly around him, and there was simply no way he could fit all the way in you.

But this was enough, you fluttering around him while gazing at him with lust in your eyes, your eyes widened seeing him pull out and back in, your mewls at the stretch soon turned into moans as you have never felt so full and complete before. Soon you were rutting to meet him, burying your face into his shoulder as he controlled your movements, paws spanning your hips, claws digging into ass cheeks. He grunted between drags of his tongue against your sweaty skin, pushing his muzzle between your bouncing breasts as you arched into him, revealing the complete feeling of being caged by Lee in his grasp. There wasn't a part of you he left untouched...

Your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you clinging to the beast as best you could before it started all over again. His stamina never slowed while he brought you through it.

You had guessed right as your eyes fluttered back and you heard Lee snicker at the next orgasm.

“Fuck Lee… you always this cocky.” You teased him and he growled at you, sinking fangs in further in your breast as he lapped at your nipple, making you jolt into him. “You really are like a dog with a bone, huh?” You giggled as you were still reeling from your rush.

“Sunshine.” He growled out sharply but clearly played back with you. “I’m worse than a dog with a bone.”

You were the most beautiful person Lee had ever experienced, the beast in him already wanting nothing more than to fuck you and take care of you. Claws scraped teasing at your skin as he lapped every inch of your chest, leaving you whimpering his name and clenching around him.

Pulling from your sweet cunt was hard, but he just had to take you apart once more. A skilled tongue eased your thighs to spread for him, your wet sopping cunt was an invitation for him. It was calling to him as the scent of your arousal spiked his needs. He tasted you once before settling in to really make you scream.

The sensation was almost overwhelming, his tongue powerful as he speared expertly into you, curling against your sweet spot that had you grasping thick black fur, yanking harder than you ever have before and your thighs wrapped around his head.

Lee was intoxicated easily, drawing out fire quick orgasms from you that made you sink further into a crying mess, he was easily able to stay there, marveling at the way you tried to hold onto him and ride his face till he slammed a paw against your stomach to hold you down. “Stay still.” he warned, but you didn't heed him. You couldn't, coherent thought left your body.

He finally relented when you pleaded with him to fuck you again, grabbing his ears this time and pulling him back up your body.

His fangs dragged up the center of your body while his eyes remained on you. Your body instinctively rolled up for him. A begging mess all for him.

Lee huffed deeply against your hair, as you clung to his chest, one paw clutching at the small of your back to start pounding his cock back into you, the other paw falling against the counter, his claws ripping through the wood to gouge long marks into it. “Mine. Sunshine.”

“Fuck all yours Sheriff.” you whimpered out and he slowed down, arching his neck and tipping his head back, you swore you were about to black out when he roared, gnashing his teeth at the intensity of his intense orgasm and his spend painted you, making you feel like you swelled from him. He was still going when he pulled from you, your hands falling to his cock and pumping white thick ribbons splattered against your stomach and chest. You sunk back against the counter, looking up at a panting Lee, his ears pricked forward at your soft groan and his claws were gentle scrapes over your sensitive skin.

“Okay?” He asked in that broken tone between a voice and a growl, you nodded, clutching your fingers against his biceps to pull back up to sit.

“Better than okay Sheriff.” You tried catching your breath, he pulled you in closer to him till you could partially wrap your arms around him. “I don't think I can walk through, will you take me home. To your home.”

Huffing laughter rose from him as he so easily scooped you into one of his arms and made his way out of the destroyed cafe. The cool night air against your naked skin made you burrow closer into Lee while he loped along.

Weeks Later

Lee whistled while he stood at his bathroom mirror, running a razor along his cheeks to clean off the stubble. You wandered to the bathroom door to brace against the door frame, watching him. His eyes caught yours in the mirror. “Morning Sunshine.”

“Morning Sheriff.” You beamed back at him while wrapping your arm around his middle and leaned against his back while he continued cleaning his face up.

“You want me to drop you off before your grand reopening?” He asked and you nodded.

“I would love that Lee. Think this one will be a success?” You bit at your lip and he glanced at you through the mirror, seeing your nerves.

“Course Sunshine, third time's a charm right?”

You giggled against his shoulder, rubbing your hand up and down his soft belly, scratching lightly.

“Well as long as I don't have some wild animals breaking in this time around, I should be good.” Lee went back to finishing shaving, thinking back on just how much damage he and Preston had done. It basically got gutted after that, there was no saving the inside.

But it gave the opportunity for you to have it remade how you envisioned it.

It took weeks, Lee and you working on the cafe in the evenings he had off. Sandy came when she wasn't dealing with her husband. Towards the end, more members of the town started to help out and before you knew it, you were putting the finishing touches on it. Brand new dinnerware was being stacked up for the morning rush and Lee was humming to himself, giving one last mop to the new gleaming floors.

“I think that's about it.” You said as you broke down the last cardboard box and Lee went to dump the dirty water while putting everything away.

“Sunshine, it looks gorgeous.” He said, looking around the cafe happily while you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed in against him.

“It does look amazing. Thank you for all your help.” You pressed your lips sweetly to his. For Lee, life didn't get much better than this.

“Would you have a cup before you start your shift? I also made those donuts you like Sheriff” Your question drew him out of his memories. Lee rinsed his razor and put it away.

Reaching down to grasp your wrists, bringing them up to his mouth to kiss the inside of your wrists. “You didn’t need to bribe me, I would never pass up morning coffee with my best girl.” Turning in your arms, he wrapped you against him, backing you up out of the bathroom and against the bed till you fell back with a giggle.

“You also up for an early morning quickie before we gotta head in.” You tilted your head to smile up at him while he started to crawl over you, your hands falling to his belt buckle and biting your lip.

“Sunshine, Sunshine, Sunshine.” Lee growled as he dipped his mouth to catch your lips while a hand dragged up your sleep tank to palm a breast. “You know I love you too much to say no to that as well.”

“Good thing Sheriff.” You wrapped your legs around his waist. “Now, make me howl for you.”