#but their instinct always seems to be to get a tiny bit closer; to watch each other a little more intensely while they talk a little longer

[lisbonsteresa]

i'm so normal about them

[primofate]

A Shot in The Dark (Chapter 2) Wriothesley x fem!reader

Summary: As the upcoming Weapons Master of the town, you've started to take more responsibilities in your father's shop. Little did you know that taking up this job would cause you to get thrown into the messy world of criminals and the messy world of confusing feelings for the Duke of Meropide.

Warnings: blood and talks about the use of blood for something unconventional, some might find it disturbing.

Read other parts: Chapter 1

Wriothesley didn’t show up.

Not the day after, nor the day after that.

At first you wondered if he was thoroughly offended by you not remembering who he was, but on second thought, he didn’t really seem like the type of guy to be offended by someone—especially you—not remembering his name.

And so the days passed by normally, the usual number of customers, the usual number of people walking in and asking general questions about weapons and the like. No sign of Wriothesley, nor any other “celebrity”.

It was a week after meeting the Duke that the shop door nearly flew off its hinges and in came a man with a sword strapped on his back.

You took one look at him—scraggly beard, mid 40s, head of hair that was somewhat long, but tied back into a small tail—and was immediately transported to a conversation with your father.

“We usually don’t judge books by its covers, Y/N, but you’ll know when to deny service to someone,” your father exclaimed, magnifying glass in one hand, pointed at a piece of metal.

You purse your lips at the statement, watching him quietly, until you had to ask. “What do you mean? How would I know if they were good or bad people? There’s no way to tell in such a short amount of time,”

Your father muses a bit, a slight hum emanating from his chest. He puts the magnifying glass down and meets your gaze. “Sometimes, your instincts just know, my dear,” he smiles a tiny one. “Our talent of fixing any weapon in existence may be a mundane skill…but weapons are powerful things Y/N! There are times where we have to stop and think, will I be doing the right thing if I fix this?”

“Good afternoon,” the man speaks and you blink back to present day. He stands confident in front of the counter and pierces you with his gaze. There is nothing inherently wrong with how he looked, but you could tell he wasn’t from Fontaine, and there was a strange feeling of anxiety trying to surface from the bottom of your stomach.

Instinct, huh?

You smile at the man. “Good afternoon,” you reply, eyes darting up to the hilt of his sword, peeking behind his back. “How can I help you today?”

The man moved with a type of grace and fluidity that told you he was no ordinary citizen. He most likely had been wielding a sword for years. His hand came up to the hilt of his sword and he pulled at it until it came off its scabbard, revealing that the blade was a blood red colour.

You controlled a shiver that ran up your spine as the man laid the peculiar looking sword on the counter. On closer inspection, the hilt was a deep purple. And the blade was a natural red colour—for a moment you thought that it had been dipped in blood—it was, to your knowledge, a katana, and a very beautiful albeit uniquely coloured one. The wear and tear was visible and you knew that this weapon was most likely centuries old. You dare not to touch it.

“What’s wrong with it?” You simply ask, prying your eyes away from the weapon and towards the man.

The man doesn’t show any sign of disappointment nor worry. “It’s not as strong as it previously was,” he explained. “I assume it needs a bit of refinement,”

A bit, was an understatement. It needed A LOT of refinement. It was an old blade, anyone could see that, weapons master or not. Your hands hovered above it and you ask, just as you always do “May I?”

Your hand inched closer as the man nodded and you took time to run your hand over the entirety of the sword. It had…a lot of ill intent. How you could tell, you weren’t quite sure. It was not wholly about its colour, but its aura, and how heavy and tired it looked.

“…I’m sorry, I can’t fix this,”

It’s time for this blade to rest.

You never thought that you would decline someone of service, it just didn’t seem like something that would happen.

“Do you know of Dendrobium flowers?” The man’s voice is rather low, but still smooth and somewhat friendly.

You blink up at him, taken aback by the sudden topic change. “…I can’t say I do,”

He talks, and while he talks he tries to retrieve something from his rucksack. “Dendrobium. A rare and expensive plant, found in Inazuman soil,” he takes a small box and opens it, revealing a blood red flower that you’ve never seen in your life before. “Rumor has it that these plants are watered using blood,”

There’s a small pause. A moment for you to internalize the information he just shared, and you were sure now, that there was something strange going on with your customer.

“…Mmhmm,” you let out quietly with a small nod, not knowing what else to say, feeling the atmosphere in the shop grow colder.

“The bloodier and more brutal the battlefield, the more lovely the Dendrobium blooms,” he closes the box, and hands it over to you. “Consider it, a gift,” he takes his blade in his hand and stretches it out for you to see clearly. “This here, is Muramasa… and the only way to fix him…is to refine him with Dendrobium ore,” He sheathes the katana onto his back and levels his gaze back towards you. “…but, it’s been centuries, since anyone has seen a Dendrobium ore. People say that the Dendrobium flowers crystallize when it’s been watered with enough blood…and yet I haven’t seen a single Dendrobium ore in my life,”

You stay silent, merely letting him finish his story.

“Well then, ma’am, I’ll be on my way. My thanks, for taking a look at Muramasa,” he tips his head forward, turns, footsteps towards the door, pulls it open and he pulls it close again as he leaves.

You stand still, the flower box in your hand. You wait a few minutes before you can completely feel yourself relax back into your normal state—you hadn’t even realized that you had been tense the whole time—and your eyes drop back to the small black box.

…Does he know? I’ll have to tell father about this…

And just as you always do with your other customers, you try to replay the interaction back in your head, to see if you missed anything or if you said anything wrong. The next customer didn’t come in until lunch time, so you were thankful that you had time to unpack your interaction with the strange man whose name you didn’t get.

The more you thought about it, the stranger it had been, or perhaps he was merely an eccentric? Still, it was completely unnecessary to tell a long-winded story about the Dendrobium…what was his purpose?

“You look out of sorts today,” A smug, familiar voice echoes through the shop. Wriothesley is suddenly there, you hadn’t even heard the door open nor the bell ring.

“Oh, Wriothesley,” you absentmindedly let out, snapping out of thought, eyes adjusting to the view in front of you rather than staring off into space. “Welcome back,” you give a small smile, which has the man a little suspicious.

He thought you were just tired, and maybe hungry, it is lunch time after all, but on closer inspection Wriothesley was conscious of the deeper frown lines you wore. Something as subtle as that, he would notice. Having a good eye for detail was one of his job descriptions.

“Ah, she finally remembers my name,” He takes a jab at you, grin appearing on his features. You can’t help the upward tug of your lips, and refrain from rolling your eyes. You don’t get to retort back because he follows up almost immediately: “Something happen?” He has his gauntlets tucked under his arm yet again, his frame seems taller today, or perhaps you were just feeling small after your weird interaction with your earlier customer.

“…Nothing for you to worry about,” You give a real smile this time, eyes darting over to his gauntlets. “Just…mulling over some fixes,”

It was convincing to the normal person, but to Wriothesley, it was a good attempt at diverting his attention from the real problem. Nevertheless, he didn’t push it, and set his gauntlets down on the counter for you. “Brought these back… I would’ve been back earlier but things happened at the Fortress…” he chuckled under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck as if he had done something disappointing.

The sight made you raise an eyebrow in amusement, mouth turning up the slightest bit more. He seemed to have a talent for making people feel at ease. “That’s nothing to apologize for, it’s your job,” your hands rest on his gauntlets, remembering the exact fix that it needed. “I say I’ll be done with this in 3 hours. You can come back for it right around then,”

He made a sound of understanding watching you start to take tools out to finish up the work. Wriothesley seemed to pause for a moment, his weight shifting from his left to his right. “You’re not getting lunch?”

You shake your head no, “I tend not to get hungry when I’m busy…or I guess I get too occupied with things and forget to eat,”

He again indicated that he heard you with a slight hum, but adds “…Well I’m reminding you now. Café Lutece is just down the road from here,” he points his thumb behind him. You look up to blink at him, your mind blank for a moment.

Was he asking you to eat with him or was he telling you to eat by yourself? You weren’t quite sure and you were stuck about what to say, until he made it clearer to you.

“Come on, I haven’t eaten either.” He jerked his head towards the shop door, indicating that he was about to go, and it sounded like he wasn’t going to offer again.

“Mm…” You think aloud, loosening your hold on the screwdriver in your hand. “I…guess I could go,” you decide, and its as if he relaxes the slightest bit more, waiting for you to walk around the counter, then walking ahead to hold the shop door open for you.

As you lock the shop up for lunch, you turn to him when done, somehow completely forgetting about your strange customer earlier, pointing a finger up to make a point “Lunch break is one hour max, otherwise, I’m charging you a late fee!”

Wriothesley chuckles, “and I thought I was a hard worker,” as the two of you walk together towards the restaurant down the road.

[gojoath]

ಣ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ EASE THE ACHE, OKKOTSU YŪTA

your glad your boyfriend yūta was always prepared, offering you a sleeping pill when you were having trouble was helpful— but why do you feel so needy suddenly?

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. obsession. manipulation. stalking. yandere themes. aged up characters. he drugs you with an aphrodisiac and tells you it’s a sleeping pill -> dubcon. creampie. he’s obsessed. wc, 3k.

note. repost :)

you’re not sure how long you’ve been lying here— gazing at the empty space of your ceiling as you toss and turn in your comforter. you’re pretty sure if you check your phone one more time you’ll have seen most hours of the clock, and the frustration only seems to make your body feel even more awake. you’d even taken a sleeping pill, so humbly offered by your boyfriend to try and aid your own exhaustion, but if anything it’s only made the room spin as you try to focus on the steady rhythm of your heart.

your body feels weird, like there’s a buzz underneath your skin that extends to the base of your spine— every brush of your figure against the sheets tickles and every squeeze of your hands on your thighs feels even better. you feel needy, uncomfortably so considering how late it is, but you can’t help the way it makes you yearn. why now of all moments? 

you let yourself exhale a slow sigh as you try to ignore the ache between your thighs, kicking at your sheets until they pull down your hips because not only can you not sleep— your body cant even find a comfortable temperature and it makes you want to get out of bed entirely and just give up.

“baby?” the low hum jolts you slightly with the way it cuts through the darkened atmosphere of your room, accompanied by the slow crawl of cold fingertips across your hips as your boyfriend, yuuta, presses into you from behind. “what’s wrong?”

his touch feels like it cools the warmth of your skin comfortably and you find your eyes fluttering at the way his hands seem to instinctively begin drawing soothing shapes into your sides, like he’s aware of your answer before you even say it.

like he’s been awake watching you this whole time.

“i just cant sleep, i think i’m going crazy.” but your answer still earns you a smeared kiss along your shoulder as yuuta leans in closer, followed by another as he pushes his hands up the hem of your shirt to palm at your overheating skin. “i don’t know what’s wrong, it hurts,”

he holds you there, your back pressing into his chest until you’re surrounded by him— by his scent and his being. you can feel the ticklish press of his dark hair trailing along your skin as he coats you in kisses, tiny little ones that morph into ones that linger as he pushes them up the slope of your neck. why does everything feel so much better than usual right now? 

“do you need me to help?” another suckled kiss and it’s accompanied by your boyfriend’s cold touch teasing slightly just beneath your chest. his teeth nip gently at the base of your neck from behind and he gives you a slow look from over your shoulder— you’re unaware of his gaze from this angle, but he can still see enough of your pretty features to leave him satisfied for now.

you don’t know why you feel more sensitive than usual, maybe it’s the sleeping pill in your system— no, it wouldn’t be that, your boyfriend wouldn’t give you something that could be deemed unsafe. you must just be tired.

you let the question linger in the space where you both breathe for a bit but you swear your boyfriend must feel the way it seems to urge your heart rate to take a quicker rhythm, taking that as his answer. your next exhale is choked off and dreamy when yuuta takes a languid palmful of your tits to squeeze, the pad of his thumb flicking slightly over your nipples until they perk up under the touch. the soft, featherlight movement is enough to make you shiver— pushing yourself closer into his chest like you’re caught in his web.

yuuta’s glad you opt not to wear a bra under your pyjamas. it’s like this is exactly what you want from him. you’re pliant, drowsy state only seems to be heightened by the pill he slipped you earlier, it would help with your sleep eventually but the mild aphrodisiac effect would be quite troublesome for you until then, but that’s what he’s for.

he had his own ways of making sure you slept well afterall, you don’t need anything else but him to help you. he can prove that.

your eyelashes flutter prettily against your cheeks as you suck on your lower lip and as much as you want to give into yuuta’s greedy touches, you know he should really get some rest too considering how little he seems to sleep. you’d put it down to him being a light sleeper, he always seemed to be awake before you— lying on his side, staringat you as soon as you first open your eyes.

like he wants to make sure he’s the first thing you see.

“it’s fine, yuu— you can sleep, it’s—“ another sinful swipe of the pad of his fingers across your nipples makes you croon, hes close enough for you to hear the way your reaction pulls a drawn out growl from him as he curls even closer— like hes trying to crawl into your skin.

“i’m not tired,” another smeared kiss followed by a nip of his teeth and you give into him so easily given the haze of your mind and the heat that twists in your gut. “i promise.” yuuta’s words are emphasised by a steady, but needy rock of his hips into you from behind as you feel the press of his clothed cock against your lower back.

your hips shift and it only seems to make everything feel even better when you feel him reach down to hook his palm beneath your thigh, pulling it back until he’s able to push himself closer to the heat that teases him between them.

“you’re so soft,” another stuttered press of yuuta’s hips into yours and you can feel the way his cock throbs against your clothed cunt, like it’s begging to be even closer, shed of it’s restraints— like a wild animal without its collar so it can return to its instincts, “and warm.” his other hand continues its ministrations on your sensitive tits as he presses more kisses and marks up your neck, then down your shoulder as he ruts into you from behind.

“sometimes i just want to stay awake to look at you.” his praise makes you feel lightheaded as heat licks at the base of your spine, you can’t help but push back into his movements— arching into the press of his palms as he toys with your body. the confession might be weird to some but you know that’s just the type of person your boyfriend was, so full of devotion and love that he’d stay awake for eternity if it was by your side.

your lips part to moan and the sound makes yuuta’s hand on your tits squeeze as he buries another strangled moan into the crook of your neck. you feel the cool crawl of his fingertips as they leave your thigh, twitching closer to the space between them instead as you hump desperately into the touch and he rewards the act of pure love with another suckled kiss.

“can i taste you?” it’s a delicious question, one that you’re still slightly whoozy, sleep deprived mind almost bends to instantly when it’s breathed out like it’s a low, desperate plea. but you know if he starts, he won’t stop as soon as he’s buried into your cunt and as much as you’d love to have your hands in his hair and his head between your thighs— you do actually want to get some rest tonight.

so as much as it pains you, you manage to shake your head despite the pleasure that clouds it.

“yuuta, i want you right now.. please, don’t wanna wait,” your voice comes out needier than you expect it too when it’s followed by a particularly, slow press of yuuta’s fingertips between your clothed folds. the soft touch presses hard onto your clit as your body rolls against his, and you’re pretty sure he can already feel the damp, creeping heat that your slick is leaving on your panties as he pants against you.

“all of me?” he asks, desperately— mindlessly as his hips continue their needy pace,

“mhm,” your answer pulls a sinful sort of sound from your boyfriend behind you as his hands grab at the layers between you both— almost ripping at your panties completely before he’s kicking his sweats to his ankles and resting his forehead against your shoulder to breathe deep. you already feel dizzy, maybe it’s how heavy your body feels— weighed down by exhaustion but also lust, need now that you’re so close to being wrapped in the man behind you.

you’re so close to easing that ache that you can feel as deep as your bones.

yuuta’s cold touch keeps you present as his hands return to squeeze at your thigh, urging you to lift it so obediently so he can slide his cock between them. you move so easily when you’re like this, bending to his will— to his love and it makes something in his chest squeeze with the way you rely on him like this. just like he needs you to.

you feel the trembled exhale across your nerves with the first press of your silky cunt across the shaft of his cock, urging his hips to almost glue themselves to you as you rub your slick along the length of him.

he’d normally spend hours to prep you, to stretch you— even just to use it as an excuse to take as much of you as you’re willing to give him.

but right now you’re sleepy, half coherent and your eyes flutter closed everytime you feel yuuta’s tip catch on your clit, making a wet tacky sound as the pleasure trembles against your spine. a few more languid thrusts through your folds and your lips part into a pretty ‘o’ shape when he finally presses against the entrance to your cunt, teeth biting down on your shoulder when he finally begins to sink into you.

you feel him grunt against your skin, one of his hands moving to rub soothing, messy circles into your clit as your pussy clenches harder around him the deeper he goes. but the dizzy spin in your head has you arching back against him, pushing more of his cock into your flexing walls until you feel him glide past the spot that has your whole body twitching in his hold.

you whimper when he finally bottoms out, high pitched and needy at the feeling of yuuta’s balls pressing against your ass and you pull another groan from the dark haired sorcerer when your pussy flexes again. it’s not enough, it still burns— aches in your gut, you need him to fuck you until you’re trembling, on the edge of consciousness. your body feels like it’s on fire with want, you’re so needy you’re considering it really could be love.

his jaw clenches and your back relaxes against his chest once more, feeling the press of his palm return to its place under your shirt as he takes a slow handful of your breast, making you melt into him as your walls quiver around him.

“i.. i don’t like not being able to see you,” yuuta’s words are a trembled exhale as he grits his teeth before drawing his hips back, feeling the hug of your walls press down on his cock eagerly at the loss as you try to lure him back in. he always liked his front row seat to every pretty expression he could pull from you— knowing nobody else would ever see you fall apart like that. not now that you’re his.

“baby,” he tries again, a plea accompanied by his first real thrust as he presses up against the pleasurable parts inside of you that make you moan. it makes you twist into him as you lean onto your back, looking over your shoulder to meet your boyfriends haunting gaze for the first time since this whole exchange started.

“‘s that better?” your eyelashes flutter as you look over yuuta’s features and you swear you feel the way his cock twitches inside of you as your eyes meet.

your lips are parted, eyes half-lidded and blown and he’s never seen you look so sinful— like you’re a fucking succubus and he looks back at you, all adoring and infatuated like he’d let you drag him straight to hell. “yeah, uh.. i like when you look at me, you’re pretty.”

the pace yuuta’s taken is quick, needy little pumps of his hips that make your tits jolt with every clapping thrust as it echos. your skin is too warm, damp with sweat but every deep kiss of his cock only makes you greedy for more as you whine wordlessly. he sinks into you again and your eyes almost roll back entirely with the way it soothes the sting in your bones and you feel your boyfriend lean in to lewdly lick at the sweat gathered along your jawline.

“please, yuu~ make it feel good,” your words are half-coherent, hormone-drunken babbles that’s are like music to your boyfriends ears when he feels your pussy squeeze down on him. it’s like your body is begging for it too, so wet and warm that every thrust only seems to coat him in even more slick as it squelches with every press, “it hurts so much,”

your eyes are still on his, albeit your gaze blurry with how well yuuta’s fucking you right now— easing your need and you feel his lips trace their way across your cheeks as his fingers under your shirt toy at your nipples again. “it’s okay, i’ve got you. i’ll do anything for you,” his voice is low, urging you to arch at the sweet, soft sound with the next press of his cock, stuttering past your sensitive spots just as his fingers pinch to pull at your tits. “because i love you,”

his lips part to continue, but it’s cut off by a rough groan when your pussy squeezes, making his hips stutter before he’s swallowing heavy and trying again, “s-so much,” your pussy is like silk, squeezing so tight he can barely move— like it’s returning his confession tenfold and that only seems to urge him to begin a pace that’s a little faster, needier as he moves to toy with your clit next. “does it feel good?”

“yes! i love you, yuu~” your mouth seems to act on its own when your mind is so foggy with pleasure, so close to your orgasm you can feel the relief tremble beneath your skin as you meet yuuta’s thrusts with messy, needy humps that only urge him deeper. his fingers are still cold despite the way he’s sweating hard, curling them into your folds as he rubs sticky circles into your clit and you’re almost rigid beneath him, feeling the waves of your orgasm begin to burn along your skin as you pant his name with a stuttered pleasepleaseplease—

you almost pass out with how hard and good it hits you, toes curling from where they rest as you make a messy, creamy ring around your boyfriends cock and he ruts into you like an animal in heat as he greedily takes the orgasm he’s earned from your pliant body.

it seems like it stretches on forever and you feel like a shell of a person as you come down, so fucked out you’re drooling and half-coherent as the lingering pleasure shoots through you but yuuta doesn’t stop. he thinks you’re adorable like this as he presses kisses against your now tear stained cheeks, licking up the drool that trails from your lips as you grab at him— you’re suddenly so drowsy but you’re still burning with lust, your body is begging for more as he continues with the back and forth stutter of his hips.

“yu—uta, ah—“ you can barely breathe with the pleasure that weighs down on you, body jolting with your boyfriends movements but it feels so good, you feel like you’re floating, caught in a dream-like state that makes the room spin.

“mhm, baby. i’m here for you— see, just look at m-me, i’ll never leave.” you offer yuuta a slow, pretty blink when you feel his fingers tilt your head back towards him, his eyes are still on you— unnervingly dark as they cut through your pliant state but his stare still makes your cunt squeeze with his next thrust.

“you’re s-so pretty.. want, ah—want you to see me cum for you,” another broken, needy plea and you whimper out a dreamy little mhm that makes him fucking moan as his orgasm burns through him. it’s so messy and loud the way he presses his load into you, fucking it into your walls until it’s pushing out of you with every thrust— dampening the mattress beneath you as it smears against your cunt and thighs.

but this time, yuuta stops when he begins to tremble— wrapping himself around you instead when his cock finally eases out of your walls, half soft and still twitching from his orgasm as you all but collapse in his arms. you’re unsure if it’s your now drowsy state that has you curling into him, but you feel like you could sleep for days— not even bothering to care for the mess when you’re in his arms and feeling him press sweet kisses against your features between i love yous.

“thank you, yuu,” it seems your sleeping pill has finally kicked in as you find yourself dozing off, you’ll be sure to thank him for giving you it in the morning after a well deserved rest.

lucky for you.. and him, your boyfriend bought more than one— just for you.

© gojoath. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[itsjaywalkers]

a lil smth under the cut for u guys <3

part 2 part 3

"Potter, if you dare to step any closer, I swear I will knock your teeth out."

Potter halts his advancement as soon as the sentence is out of his mouth, but Regulus remains tense, alert, shoulders stiff and hands itching to curl into fists. Maybe it's because he knows Potter more than enough after all these weeks of watching his matches and interviewing him after them. Weeks of listening to him brag, and taunt, and flirt shamelessly, despite Regulus always being set on retaining some sense of professionalism.

Maybe it's because of the way he smirks at Regulus' threat, or how he raises both hands in mock surrender, the gesture lazy and insincere.

Or maybe it's the fact that they're alone in the ring, even though Regulus should've left with his crew more than half an hour ago. And the fact that Potter isn't wearing a shirt, but he seems to be allergic to them, anyway, so it's not like it fazes him at this point.

That's what he keeps telling himself, at least.

"You can certainly try," Potter says with his hands still up, and offering a tiny shrug. "I don't know if I like your chances, though."

Regulus narrows his eyes. "You don't think I can fight you?"

"I don't think you can win."

He crosses his arms over his chest as he lets out a scoff, and Potter's smirk seems to grow bigger at the sound.

"And why the fuck not?" Regulus questions.

"Because I'm a professional boxer, love," Potter explains, his voice patient, but there's a certain mocking edge in his words that makes Regulus grits his teeth. "I wouldn't be where I am if someone like you could touch me."

"Someone like me?" Regulus repeats a bit incredulously. He can already feel that one vein in his forehead starting to pop out.

James chuckles, shaking his head a little. He finally drops his arms down. "You know what I mean."

"Actually, I don't. And I'm not sure I want to."

"C'mon, love—"

"Don't call me that."

"—you don't even know how to throw a punch."

Regulus blinks at him, not sure if he's heard correctly, and then he does a double take, barely repressing a derisive snort.

"Excuse me?" he murmurs. "Of course I know how to throw a punch."

"You think you know how to throw a punch," Potter corrects him, that infuariating smile still in place. Regulus is tempted to prove him how well he can actually throw a punch just to wipe it off his face.

"I mean, obviously I can't do it like you do, you're a professional athlete, for fuck's sake—"

"Oh, love, don't worry, I'd never hold you to my standards," Potter intervenes with a laugh, eyes shining with mirth. Regulus face is beginning to heat up, and he isn't sure if it's because of anger or something else. "I'm not talking about a boxing punch. I'm talking about a proper punch."

Regulus exhales loudly, fingers twitching. "Potter."

"Yeah?"

"I know how to throw a fucking proper punch."

Potter raises an eyebrow and he lets his gaze to go up and down the length of Regulus' body, slow and intentional. Regulus has a hard time not squirming, battling against his instincts to keep his face empty, to stop his thighs from pressing together.

"I bet you don't," Potter comments, once his eyes finally find Regulus' again. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't make breathing any easier. "You're too pretty to have been getting into fights."

Regulus is unable to suppress an indignant huff, cheeks coulouring at an alarming pace while his expression twists into a scowl.

"You don't fucking know me," he seethes, jaw so clenched it's slowly becoming painful. "You've got no idea of how my life looks like, or what I've done to get where I'm at."

Potter seems unbothered by the outburst. In fact, he kind of looks a little entertained.

"Maybe so," he concedes with a tilt of his head. "But I know you'd break easy."

Regulus' heart skips a beat. "I don't—"

"Just look at you," Potter goes on, staring him up and down once again. He still sounds slightly mocking, but there's something else in his tone this time. Something darker. "So fucking gorgeous. Holding yourself like you're goddamn royalty. You're feisty, and you're sneaky, I'll give you that, but you'd fold embarrisingly fast against me, wouldn't you, love?"

Regulus gulps, throat suddenly so dry it feels like sandpaper. He tries to shake his head, but his body isn't responding, and when he opens his mouth to snap back, nothing comes out of it.

"You like to act all tough and cold and as if nothing can touch you, but if I were to lay my hands on you—"

"Potter," Regulus manages to spit out, but it sounds hoarse. Weak.

"Oh, you'd break so beautifully for me, right, love? You'd put a bit of a fight at first, because you can't help yourself, and I like that about you anyway, but you'd let go at some point."

"Potter," he tries again, and it sounds a bit sharper, but still too close to a whimper for Regulus' tastes.

"I'd fucking ruin you if you allowed me to, Regulus." His name makes him tremble, goosebumps breaking into his skin, and Regulus has to bite his tongue to stop an inappropriate noise from escaping. "I know you want to. You're really fucking stubborn, and you almost fooled me that first time, that's true, but one can only keep that facade for so long. I've seen how you look at me."

"And how do I look at you?"

"Like all those girls who can't ask me for an autograph without blushing, thinking of me when they have their hands between their legs," Potter responds, gaze so intense it makes Regulus want to scream. "Like your cameraman whenever I stand a bit too close to him, always shifting his body the slightest bit so his shoulder grazes mine. Like Lily whenever I'm between her thighs, and she's begging me to let her come."

Regulus almost gasps, burning with fury but also with something that has nothing to do with it.

The audacity of this man, really. Regulus hates him. Despises him, even. Him and his absurd amount of confidence that has no business being this attractive.

It's hard to pretend to be unaffacted. To pretend he doesn't feel a stab in his stomach by that last statement, by the thought of James and Lily being together, even though it's something he's known almost since the beginning. To act like he doesn't care, like he isn't fucking aching between his legs, wet and hot and desperate.

Regulus doesn't think he completely manages it.

"You're so fucking full of yourself," Regulus grinds out, digging his nails into his arms so hard he's sure to leave marks.

"And yet I'm not hearing you deny it," Potter sing-songs, still grinning widely.

"I don't like you," Regulus insists, raising his chin.

"But you want me to fuck you."

This time, a strangled sound, high-pitched and bordering on needy, manages to slip out of Regulus' mouth, and James shows teeth, that feral light that appears every time he wins a match shining in his brown eyes.

"You wish," Regulus says, trying to save whatever dignity he has left, trying to fix this stupid mistake, this amateur slip up.

"I do," Potter confirms with ease, and Regulus can't swallow properly with the knot he has stuck in between his vocal chords.

"Shut up," it's all that Regulus can get out, which is quite pathetic, but still better than nothing.

"That's still not a denial," Potter points out, satisfaction oozing of him and making Regulus see red.

"I literally can't fucking stand you. I don't think it's necessary for me to tell you that I don't want anything to do with you," Regulus snaps. "Besides, if so many people are tripping all over themselves for you, then I don't understand why you're not bothering them instead."

"Because I want you."

Regulus actually chokes after that, a gulp of air getting stuck in his throat and his heart beating madly between his ribs.

"No." He shakes his head, furiously, desperately, and takes a step back almost at the same time that Potter takes a step forward.

"Yes," the other man presses, undeterred. "I want you, Regulus."

"Potter. Shut up."

"I can make you feel so good, love. You need to stop depriving yourself."

"Potter."

"I know you've thought about it. About me. I'm sure you're thinking about it now, about how amazing I'd feel between your legs, on top of you. Inside you."

"Potter. Stop."

"I bet your underwear is fucking soaked—"

"James."

It slips, sneaking past his lips without Regulus' permission, going unnoticed until it's too late to stop it, or take it back. He has the silly urge to cover his mouth with his mouth, as if that'd be enough to erase the word, the power and implications that name holds.

The reaction is almost immediate.

James' pupils spread out, eating at his irises at a concerning pace. Regulus is so distracted looking at them, that it takes him a moment to realise James is advancing, rushing towards him like a man on a mission.

Regulus retreats, nearly falling over in his haste, doing his best to get as far away from the other man as possible. But James is faster than him, and his back ends up colliding against one of the pillars of the ring. James has his arms bracketing his head in a matter of seconds, and all of a sudden, Regulus is trapped. With absolutely nowhere to go.

"Get away from me!" Regulus exclaims, voice all wrong and wobbly, hands coming up to push at James' chest but not daring to touch.

"Say it again," James demands, completely ignoring him.

"What?"

"Say it again."

Regulus scoffs weakly. "I don't want to."

"Regulus."

"Get. The fuck. Away. From me."

"Regulus."

It shakes him to his very core, and he's helpless to the shudder that rattles his frame, to the way his eyes screw close, so very tight his vision fills up with shiny spots.

When he opens them again, a few moments later, he ends up meeting James' hungry gaze head on.

It destroys the last of his defences.

"James," he repeats in a whisper, heat coiling in his stomach at the other man's intake of breath.

"Again," James asks, almost demands, voice low and strained.

"James."

"Again." And it's a beg.

"James."

"Yeah," the other man mumbles to himself. "Yeah."

James leans forward, and Regulus feels like he's about go into cardiac arrest until James turns his head at the very last second, mouth grazing the lobe of his ear instead of his lips.

"I'll teach you," he tells him softly. Quietly.

"What?" he asks, hardly breathing and refusing to move a single muscle.

James huffs, and it's amused. "How to throw a punch."

"My brother already taught me," Regulus retorts with a roll of his eyes. "And he's better than you."

"Was better than me," James shoots back, and despite this being a topic that usually annoys him, always getting him all petty and defensive, it barely drags an irritated sigh out of him this time.

"Winning one match doesn't mean anything."

"Except that it does."

"No, it doesn't. Sirius' been unbeatable for literal years, and he's worked his arse off to get to where he is, and you'll never—"

"C'mon, love," James whines against his ear, and Regulus has to swallow a gasp. "I'll lend you some comfier clothes and I'll show you how to stand and some tricks, make sure next time I'm being too much of a prick you can shut me up nicely. Maybe you'll even break my nose."

Regulus bites his lower lip, refusing to allow the corners of his mouth to curl upwards. "That does sound good."

James chuckles, and Regulus doesn't acknowledge the way that sounds fills his chest with warmth.

"So? Okay?" James wonders.

Regulus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Hopes he won't come to regret this, and sends a silent apology to his brother.

He opens his eyes.

"Okay."

[wrightingdungeon]

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C - Confession: Calm, cool, and collected are all you see, but on the inside, Sebastian is freaking out. He's never asked anyone out before, and the thought of messing up his first confession makes him feel like he has a tummy full of frogs. Each time he imagines the words leaving his mouth, his heart races, and a wave of nausea washes over him. —

Leaning against a tree, he watches the rain fall, his breath mingling with the misty air. He's been trying to muster the courage to confess to you for what feels like an eternity, but every time he gets close, something stops him. A distraction here, an interruption there, something always seemed to happen that made him clam up.

Taking another drag from his cigarette, the familiar burn grounding him momentarily, he knows he can't keep postponing this forever. Looking up, he sees you approaching from the mines, and his heart skips a beat. He can feel the butterflies in his stomach turning into a chaotic swarm.

Every step you take feels like it's in slow motion, the distance between you closing far too quickly and yet not quickly enough. 'Maybe right now is the right time?' he thinks, fingers twitching as he stubbed out the cigarette on the damp bark, the tiny ember hissing in protest.

He can see the excitement in your eyes as you notice him, the way you tilt your head slightly, probably wondering why he looks so serious. His mind races through all the possible outcomes of the next few minutes. What if you laugh at him? What if you don’t feel the same way? What if he can’t get the words out at all? He clenches his fists, trying to steady his nerves. This is it. There’s no turning back now.

The words are right there on the tip of his tongue, but they feel like they're caught in his throat, tangled up in his uncertainty. "Hey," you say, smiling softly as you finally reach him. "What’s up?"

Sebastian swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. "I, uh…" He trails off, cursing himself for his hesitation. He can feel his cheeks heating up, and he knows he must look like a deer caught in headlights.

"I need to tell you something," he begins, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve been wanting to say this for a long time, but I… I haven't been able to. I like you—a lot. And I was wondering if… maybe… you’d like to go out sometime?"

X - XOXO: Sebastian would love giving and receiving hugs and kisses. He may be a bit shy in the beginning, but he would embrace you with a tender warmth, holding you close. His kisses a series of little pecks and gentle long soft kisses. As your relationship blossoms he's unafraid to show his affection openly. —

Sebastian leaned against the wooden fence in Sam's yard, his attention fixed on Sam’s repeated attempts at a kickflip. The setting sun enveloped them, casting a comforting glow over the surrounding area with a gentle, golden light.

Sebastian couldn't help but let his gaze wander, taking in the serene evening scene. It was then that he noticed you turning the corner. A smile tugged at his lips almost instinctively as he watched you walk closer with the same grace that had first caught his eye.

"Hey Sam, hey Sebby!" Your cheerful voice broke through his thoughts, drawing his attention fully onto you. Sebastian's smile widened as you approached, greeting him with a warm kiss on his cheek.

"Hey," he responded softly, his voice tinged with affection as he returned your kiss gently. As you wrapped your arms around each other, he embraced you tightly, his chin resting on the top of your head, while his hands rubbed gentle circles on your back.

Sebastian closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the scent of your hair. The world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared warmth and affection.

Suddenly, a loud thud and a yelp shattered the moment. You both turned to see Sam sprawled on the ground, his skateboard rolling away from him. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head as he sat up.

Y - Yearn: He didn't realize how much he yearned for your touch, the way you would slip your hands into his hoodie pocket, seeking warmth and closeness, the simple comfort of holding your hand, fingers intertwined as if they were meant to fit together. —

"Come here.” Sebastian looked over at you and raised an eyebrow. “Why?” he asked, already knowing the answer to his question by the way you held your arms open while lying on his bed. “I wanna cuddle.”

He glanced back at his coding and then at the time. He sighed softly, knowing he still had a few hours he could burn away on his work, but the idea of taking a break was nice. “Just an hour?” Your request pulled him in, the soft plea in your voice tugging at his heartstrings.

“Just an hour,” he mumbled, getting up and joining you on the bed, letting your arms wrap around him as he settled beside you. The world outside seemed to fade for a while all that mattered was the steady rhythm of your breathing and the warmth you shared.

Sebastian closed his eyes, feeling the tension from his long hours at the computer start to melt away, as you ran your fingers through his dark hair, feeling himself relax even more under your touch. "You need to rest," you whispered gently, concern lacing your words as you noticed how worn out he seemed. Sebastian shook his head slightly. ”Just an hour," he yawned, his voice barely above a whisper, reminding you of the mental timer he set.

The minutes stretched into a peaceful silence, the only sounds being the faint hum of his computer in the background and the gentle rhythm of your breathing. Your fingers continued to stroke his hair, your touch soothing and comforting. He gradually grew quieter, you could feel the weight of his body relaxing into yours, a sure sign that he had drifted off.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Honesty

I am back! Mostly because I got time and I feel like it.

Am I going through the ideas I have for prompts/drabbles quickly? Yes. Very. The idea pile is getting low but I don't feel like pacing them out. What is the fun in that?

Anyway. Lets continue where we left off... shall we? @spotaus as promised your daily tag!

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We going! And we are still with Cross <3

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Cross watches from their nest as Dust just remains rolled up around Nightmare. Still not moving or talking at all. Nightmare himself doesn't seem bothered as he clearly is unwilling to let go of Dust either.

Cross remains where he is now. Watching over the two as Killer finishes up with the police people and Horror stalks around their area. Making sure it is still clean.

Cross feels the exhaustion creep back up but he refuses to rest. He isn't going to rest! Not as long as his mates and their child-

Cross feels himself blush as he shakes his skull. Trying to ban the thought. Focus! No need for useless and wishful daydreaming. It is especially not the time to think about those things now!

Horror enters the house before Killer and joins them. He looks at him and Cross makes sure to smile back. Horror is already stressed himself. No need to add to it. Cross has no doubt that Horror is also exhausted after all that happened.

Horror gives his nice and handsome half smile before sitting with Dust, he doesn't touch right away "Bunny??"

Dust doesn't speak but Cross can see him turn his skull a tiny bit.

Horror must have seen it too "Can I see Nightmare?" Horror's hand is slightly shaking. clearly worried.

Dust remains still but nods as he forces himself to turn. Moving so slow and careful.

Cross had once asked Dust what it felt like. To have so much power and magic. Dust had shrugged and said that it sometimes made it hard to control how he moved or how he used his magic.

Cross wonders if the slow movements and slow turns is now Dust's magic being overactive to try and protect Nightmare... or it are his parental instincts... Maybe even both? Cross still can't get over that Dust just controls it. Now with the lightning too! It is so powerful and wild and Dust just sits down and breaths through it... Cross is still unsure how anyone in the multiverse could messure up to that! Cross still remembers how it had felt to really see Dust use his magic and powers for the first time. all that time ago... Cross knows form that moment that this was going to cause issues for him as he still remembers it and could not stop thinking about it. And now he just got more powerful?! With the same calm control even if it no doubt only got harder to control? Cross is in trouble... such deep trouble.

Cross focusses on Horror and that may have been a mistake on its own. Horror smiles so painfully soft at Dust and Nightmare nad Cross feels his soul do that little flip again. Horror's devotion and care is so obvious. It is open and honest and Cross always feels unsure if it is aimed at him. Worried he will do something that makes it so painfully obvious of what he wants. Cross doesn't want that. He can't deal with them not wanting him like he wants them. Them not loving him like he does them.

He is content like this. Seeing them together and happy and safe.

Horror has managed to get Dust to uncurl again and accept being moved back into his arms. Horror seems to be gently checking Nightmar enad his magic.

He huffs unhappily "His magic is unsettled."

Cross feels deep fear as he leans closer. "What does that mean?" Was he too slow after all?! He should have been faster and just broken him out and-

Horror looks at him and reaches for him. a moment later his hand is on his shoulder and Cross can't help but lean into the touch a bit. His shoudlers relax a little bit as Horror rubs and massages the shoulder slightly.

Hroror speaks calmly "Calm down. I think... probably trauma and fear response. Just means his magic and mana is all concentrated around his soul. a protection kinda... Just means his magic needs to settle first before he can eat again." again Horror looks deeply unhappy.

Cross feels intense relieve before feeling like scum. Horror is terrified of food shortage and someone going hungry... This must be terrible to Horror to know Nightmare can't have any food for a while.

Cross searches for the right words "euh... how long... does it usually take... and can't we give him small things? maybe just something to drink? A smoothie could maybe work?"

Horror sighs as he gently rubs Nightmare's side and belly as Dust holds their tiny babybones close again. muttering soft reassurances again. Horror looks at him and thinks. Cross feels a bit bad for asking exact numbers. Horror said numbers often leave him confused after what happened.

Horror manages to push through though, he always does... it is one of those things that is amazing about him, and Horror answers his question "usual? Day... two max... and for the food it is a hard no. It can upset his magic and his magic will start expelling anything not the same. meaning he would just... lose more magic as he vomits it up." a sad but resigned look.

Cross frowns and nods "not even soup? that is liquid adn stuff..."

Horror shakes his skull "Still too heavy and sitll not like his own body and his own magic."

Cross frowns and tries to give him a reassuring smile "Well... We will just need to keep some fruits and yogurt ready. For when his magic settles a bit." Horror usually gives Nightmare that when Nightmare's magic can't absorb a lot of food.

Horror considers it before nodding his own agreement.

Cross takes a moment to lean back and relax. just a moment. Just because he can enjoy the sight of Horror having Dust in his lap and Nightmare comfortable and safe in their combined arms. It is nice. Cross loves seeing these moments. Being part of them is just as amazing!

The door opens and Cross turns quickly and waits. the sound of a lock turning and moments later Killer walks into the room. looking slightly done but he gives them a thumbs up "We should be good. Gave them the rundown and talked them into the right direction."

Horror nods as he gives his own small rundown on Nightmare's health.

Dust sighs and mutters "Talking about health... He needs a bath..." Nightmare nods but doesn't pull away from the hug.

Cross smiles and nods "Good idea! YOu can take Nightmare and get him comfortable and I will guard you guys as Killer and Horror get ready for bed too!" then after all of them are comfortable Cross will quickly get ready for bed and join them and just get to enjoy feeling them all near.

Killer steps in "Actually. Horror you mind helping Dust with Nighty?" Horror already shakes his shoulder as he gets up. Taking both Dust and Nightmare towards the bathroom.

Cross frowns and turns to Killer.

Oh. He is mad.

Furious even.

Killer glares but still has that smile on his face "We need to talk." and he grabs his hand and pulls him along. Cross doesnt'fight it as they end up in their green house.

It is gorgeous in here. Especially at night as the moon light shines in through the glass panes and reflects of everything in here. These plants are already full grown and some are starting to bare fruit again. All the plants in here are magical in nature to help them get food that they actually need in their diet.

Killer glares at him full force and Cross can't help but think he fits in perfectly. He is just as pretty if not even more.

Damnit Cross. Skull in the game. Not the moment.

Killer glares at him and hisses "Waht were you thinking?"

Cross glares back "I was getting Nightmare out and to safety. Sorry I wasn't sneaky enough or caused issues with the police!"

Killer groans as he rubs his face "I don't give a flying fuck about the police Cross! You think I care? No! I will fly through my teeth and think of a solution. I can deal with that! YOu know what I can't deal with? You going to fight a threat on your own! Alone! One we don't know!"

Cross glares "There was no other option."

Killer glares back "There was! We could have moved as a team Cross!"

Cross throws up his arms "Not fast enough! And I was fine! THose assholes didn't even come close to hurting me!"

Killer groans and grabs him by the skull and pulls him down to glare at him fully "How can I get it through to you that you stop treating yourself as expandable?!"

Cross stops and mtuters "what?"

Killer glares at him "of course we were going to go after him as soon as we could! Of course we were going to cause trouble! Of course we were going to hurt those who did it and make sure they never did it again! We all would have! But you! You going out on your own and going to confront a threat on your own?! One we don't even know? Damnit Cross it could have been someone form the multiverse! Someone who COULD actually hurt us!" He glares at him "When are you finally going to believe we don't want you to get hurt either?!"

Cross can't think. It has been such a long day and he was so afraid of having done stuff wrong or be too slow or made a mistake... and the only thing he did wrong was... get himself in danger? to not take backup? Cross blinks "what..?" he is so tired and Killer is there.

Killer's anger seems to disappear as he just looks desperate "Why do you still think we don't want to help you? Why do you still think your hurt matters less than ours?"

Cross can't answer. because answering means... means... They are everything to him. They are the world and Cross just wants them to be happy... Is that so bad?

Killer frowns as he removes one of his hands from his skull and Cross wants it back. then the hand rubs under his sockets and oh... he is crying. damnit. Cross hates the fact he cries quickly.

Killer frowns and speaks softer "Hey... I get it... emotions ran high and all that stuff... I.... I am mad but just becuase you could have been hurt... you know?" Killer looks to the side.

Cross nods as he watching Killer. It is just still so rare for Cross to see Killer as anything but confident or smug... Killer looks almost awkward like this... it is cute.

Killer sighs but gives agrin "We are on the same page now? No needly sacrificing! Even no needed sacrificing!"

Cross mutters a yes. too afraid that moving will remove the hands holding his skull.

Killer grins widely "good! Then we can go to the others and I will remind you of this conversation if you start slipping again and-"

They are kissing.

Cross isn't even sure how this happened. But Cross is 99% sure it is his fault.

Cross opens his sockets and sees Killer just staring at him. Frozen. Cross pulls back right away "I shouldn't have done that..." shit. shit shit shit shit shit-

Killer's hands got a lot tighter and he pulls him close and.... they are kissing again.

How does this keep happening?!

Killer pulls away and grins "there! Now we both did it! problem solved!" he looks so nervous.

Cross blinks and can't help but mutter again "Really shouldn't have done that..." he is a fucking idiot and selfish and-

Killer's hold gets almost painfully tight "why not?" it isn't a shout. Not even normal volume. it sounds quiet and... sad... Killer then snorts and winks "Not interested after all?" Cross would have beleived him if he couldn't still see the very light grey eye lights in his normally dark sockets.

Cross shakes his skull then nods then groans "it isn't... it isn't that.. I lo-like! Like you a lot! And I like this! But. It is unfair because i don't just love you! I love Dust... I love horror. It is unfair to start something when... when part of me isn't in it! Isn't all here for it and... and... I am sorry... I really shouldn't have and... and..." and they are kissing again. fuck this keeps happening and Cross just wants more each time.

Killer pulls away with a grin "Well... first... that solves the issue as I also very much want to date both Horror and Dust. So i am sure we can figure something out!"

Cross blinks "You cna just do that? Date multiple people?"

killer stares at him for a moment "Right... I keep forgetting that you were stuck in a universe that was pretty much a cult."

Cross glares at Killer "Stop calling XTale a cult."

Killer raises a brow "Fine. Just because we got more important stuff to talk about... Yes you can dat emultiple people as long as everyone connected to this dating situation is okay with it. it means you are in a polyamory relationship." he grins "probably makes you poly too! That you want a relationship with multiple people and stuff."

Cross blinks and shrugs "i dunno about that... I found many people attractive but well... I only ever really wanted to be with you three..." he feels hismelf blush and looks tot he side.

Killer laughs adn gives him a soft and short kiss on the teeth before backing off. He gives him a grin and nods to the door "We should get back to the others..."

Cross rubs his arm as he glances at the door "Waht about... this?" us? Them? all of them? together? Cross hadn't known that was an option! This is like the perfect solution!

Killer laughs before grinning "We will have to see if they are interested... But first we need a moment to wind down... it has been one fucking hellish day and I jsut want to hug our baby and sleep."

Cross feels the exhaustion all over again and he sighs "I agree..."

They walk out of the greenhouse together and get dressed for bed quickly. Cross does sneak a few glances at Killer. No longer feeling bad for sneaking looks and admiring one of them now. Now that it is okay. At least wiht Killer.

They will have to dicuss with Horror and Dust what this means for them and what is even possible and what everyone is comfortable with.

But first? Time to sleep with their child and relax. They need it... and Cross thinks they deserved it too.

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

He Suddenly Became a Plushie!?

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

One serene afternoon.

I finished work early and was on my way to Kicho's room.

(I wonder if there's anything I can help with today.)

(But Kicho is the type of person who handles everything by himself.)

Mai: "Sometimes, I wish he'd rely on me more."

Just as I muttered that under my breath,

Fuku's voice: "Kicho! Kicho!"

Mai: "Fuku?"

(Fuku rarely makes this much noise. Could something have happened to Kicho?)

Mai: "Excuse me!"

Kicho: "Mai."

Mai: "Kicho, where are you?"

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Under Fuku's excited fluttering, something was squirming underneath the pistol.

(Is that a plush toy!?)

Kicho: "Sorry, Mai. Can you lend me a hand?"

Mai: "Is that voice coming from you, Kicho!?"

Kicho: "Yeah, unbelievable as it may seem."

I hurriedly put away the pistol and picked up a small, fluffy plush toy that bore a striking resemblance to him.

Mai: "W-What the hell is this?"

Kicho: "I have no idea. Before I knew it, I found myself shrinking."

(Shrinking? More like turning into a plushie.)

Kicho: "I was utterly stuck and couldn't move. Thanks to you, I'm saved."

Kicho: "I'd like to do something to repay you, but..."

(This gentlemanly side... Yeah, that's definitely him.)

(But...)

Mai: "Cute."

Kicho: "Mai?"

Mai: "Sorry! That was insensitive of me. But you're just too cute; I couldn't help it."

Kicho: "Am I cute now?"

Mai: "Yes, very."

I moved in front of the window and used it to show him his reflection.

Kicho: "----!"

He seemed shocked and was at a loss for words.

As I helped with paperwork, dusk began to fall.

Mai: "So, you're staying as a plushie, huh?"

Kicho: "Seems so. I'd like to find a way to turn back into a human, but I have no clue where to start looking."

Kicho, who had been watching my work on the table, raised his arm with a little hop, then started tilting his head and moving his arm up and down.

Mai: "What are you doing?"

Kicho: "I was trying to cross my arms."

(I see, his arms are too short to reach!)

Mai: "………"

(I shouldn't laugh like this when I should be worrying.)

I bit my lip to hold back my smile.

Kicho: "I guess it was the wormhole that caused it."

Mai: "So, the distortion in space-time changed your form?"

Kicho: "Yeah, although it's weird that I turn into a plush toy."

Mai: "True. It's also weird that it didn't affect a modern person like me."

Fuku: "Modern?"

Fuku, now completely calm, seemed very interested in Kicho's appearance, trying to peck at him with its beak.

Kicho: "Sorry, Fuku. I'll play with you once this is over. Just wait a little longer."

Kicho: "Mai, seal this letter."

Mai: "Sure."

I obediently sealed the letter meant for his business partner.

Mai: "Is there anything else I can do? Please don't hesitate to ask."

Kicho: "No, everything else is fine. Sorry for the trouble."

As he shuffled unsteadily across the table, I reached out instinctively to steady him.

Kicho: "Sorry."

(Even in such a situation, he's still so considerate.)

Mai: "It's okay. Please don't hesitate to ask for anything."

I gently placed him back on my hand and brought my face closer.

Mai: "I hope you can return to your original form soon, but I'm glad I can help with your work."

Mai: “I’ve always wanted to be more helpful.”

Kicho: “Mai.”

Kicho: “Having you by my side is more than enough. You’re too kind to me.”

Mai: “Stop being hard on yourself. It wouldn’t hurt to rely on others a bit more.”

Kicho: “........”

Kicho: “Thank you. That kindness of yours is what saves me.”

He walked over to me, hugging my finger with his tiny arms and pressing his face against it.

(That’s supposed to be a kiss, right? So cute!)

Kicho: “Then, may I rely on you?”

Mai: “Of course!”

Kicho: “I’d like to get some extra envelopes ready in case I’m still like this tomorrow.”

Mai: “The stock is on that shelf, right?”

Holding Kicho in my hand, I reached for the tall shelf, but...

Mai: “Hmm, it looks like they’re at the back. A step stool would help.”

Kicho: “Place me on the shelf. I’ll try to push the box closer.”

Mai: “Are you sure?”

Kicho: “It’s worth a try.”

He carefully walked along my extended arm and perched on top of the shelf.

Kicho: “I’m going to push it. Be ready to catch it.”

Mai: “Got it.”

A moment of carelessness was all it took.

Without thinking, I hastily pulled the box towards me, and as a result, the box tipped over and came tumbling down.

Kicho: "----!"

Mai: "Ah!"

He was accidentally knocked off the shelf by the box.

Mai: "Kicho!"

(What do I do? He's going to fall!)

Fuku: "Kicho!"

Just before he hit the ground, Fuku swiftly caught him.

Mai: "Nice catch, Fuku! Are you okay!?"

I quickly set the box down and took him from Fuku's beak.

Mai: "I'm sorry, I..."

Kicho: "Don't worry, I'm fine. It was my carelessness that made me fall."

Mai: "No, I should've been more careful!"

Kicho: "……."

I hugged him tightly, and a sudden, blinding light enveloped us.

Kicho: "Ugh..."

Mai: "Kicho, your body!"

Kicho: "I'm back to normal?"

Mai: "Thank goodness! Sorry, I probably should let go now."

Kicho: "No."

He hugged me back gently, and I looked into his familiar green eyes.

Kicho: "Let's stay like this for a little while."

Kicho: "But only until I get used to not relying on you too much."

Mai: "Mm..."

Feeling the warmth of his lips against mine, I clung to him with tears welling up in my eyes.

❀ Ikesen Masterlist

[cupiohearts]

ANGELS FALL HARDER ?! - gun, dg, goo being entranced

aka when they start falling in love

GUN first meets you while you were fighting a bunch of highschool gangsters. the blood on your hands, the fire in your eyes, that was totally his type

gun had paused in the middle of his walk. in the most smallest alleyway he watched as a bunch of guys ambush you.

your hair was everywhere in front of your face and there were a hoard of limp bodies near your feet. a cut on the bottom of your lips still bleeding.

for such a messed up appearance gun couldn't help but stop and stare from afar. you were just so mesmerizing, the way that you had paused a moment before wiping the blood away from your mouth.

"again? you've got no mercy on this a poor soul"

and then they went all out on you. at first gun's instinct was to break apart the fighting and act like a savior but he stopped as soon as a guy went flying back.

you punches and kicks sent the men back flying ( even the ones that were twice your size ). it only took a few seconds to finish off the gangsters.

you sighed and sat on the cool concrete, making an effort to shake the hair out of your face. turning to meet the black haired legend.

"so... you gonna keep starin?"

DG was more interested in your kindness towards others. even the ones that had once killed with their own hands. you're such an angel said the devil.

you knew dg for a long time now. the two of you werent as close as back then but still occasionally talking when the scenario comes around. perhaps it was his fault for not making your relationship more closer.

dg watched as you tended to the wounded men that he just beat the living life out of. "you've got to hold back on those fists of yours" you mumbled.

he only gave a "mhm" as a response. focusing more on the gentleness that you gave towards the wounds. the way you paid close attention to the tiny cuts and bruises from the fight.

some of them, you even left special bandages from your special pouch.

"y'know im hurt as well" dg mumbled. whipping your head back, you looked up and down at him.

he sat on the floor and rolled up his sleeves. lo and behold there was a slight bruise on his arms. the faintest tint of red could be found on those pale arms of his.

"fine you win" you sighed. the pink haired male smiled a small bit at the corners, but you didn't notice. your attention was more on caring for the small hits that dg had taken.

and everytime you touched him, dg could feel his heart start bursting and butterflies kept floating around. he couldn't speak.

he supposes that it was fine for him to fall in love with you.

GOO loved your smile, the happiness he got from seeing you and your joy. it became an unconscious thing for him to want and yearn for your happiness around him

tears kept flowing your face and no matter what it couldn't seem to stop. why did it have to happen you wonder. you just kept crying, there was a knock on your door but you ignored it. you wanted to scream at the person behind it but that wasn't the best idea.

ping!

you looked to your phone and saw messages from goo.

goo

open the door or im gonna break it

furrowing your eyebrows, you stood up and opened the door. the fake blonde had several bags on his arms and set them down immediantly when he entered inside.

you wiped your eyes with your arms and sat on a chair nearby. "what are you doing here?" you asked while goo sorted through all the items he bought.

"you're crying" goo stated plainly "i cant let my favourite person be sad now".

letting out a small aha! goo pulled out a stuffed goose from the bag. "here's a comfort buddy. c'mon duckie give me a smile" he stared at you.

your eyes were beginning to dry up now, and as soon as he said that a small tilt upwards on your mouth began to form. "you just had a 6th sense and knew something was wrong?" you asked, settling the goose on your lap.

goo nodded sat by you.

"the world always gets darker when you start being sad"

"and since when you become so poetic"

[everythingdenied]

baby fever-matty healy

a/n: just a short one that's been sitting in my notes app for months today besties :) got so much non tumblr related work today so this is the best i can do. my apologies if it makes zero sense el oh el mwah x warnings: mentions of pregnancy/babies etc, literally the faintest mention of weed?? other than that its just a happy liccle fluff wc: 1,029

"What'd you reckon babies even think about?" Matty hummed, sat cross legged on our living room floor, his back pressed up against the sofa as he watched the tiny human in front of him with fascination.

Cocking a brow, I looked up from my spot on the couch, fingers curling around the warm cup of tea in my hands.

"What do you mean?" I snorted, amused by his question.

"Well, they're always giggling, aren't they? Must be thinkin' about something dead funny if they're laughing that much."

"Babies laugh at everything, Matty. It's just cause they're...I dunno...it's just cause they're babies."

"That's a shit answer" He tutted, unsatisfied, and turned back to look at my niece. The baby babbled to herself, a toothless grin on her face as she stared, seemingly just as intrigued by my boyfriend as he was with her. Matty chuckled warmly, leaning forward, chin resting in his hands. "C'mon, love. you can tell us what's so funny. Promise I won't tell."

He held his pinky out to emphasis his 'promise' but Ella, being barely six months old, hadn't a clue what this meant, instead latching onto Matty's finger with a chubby little hand. I watched on with an affectionate role of my eyes, taking a sip of my tea.

I was honestly pleasantly surprised with how easily Matty had taken to my niece. When my sister had asked the two of us to babysit her for the afternoon whilst she and her partner went out for the afternoon, the first little bit of alone time they'd managed to get since El's birth, I'd been fairly sure my boyfriend would do nothing but whine and protest the whole day. More than used to his constant cynicism about everything, not excluding children, it felt strange to see him so enamoured with the little person crawling haphazardly around our front room; half expecting today to be a running commentary on how he simply 'couldn't stand' kids.

"She's quite cute, isn't she?" Matty mused wistfully, lifting the pudgy baby into his lap, and I couldn't help the grin that painted my lips. He glanced over his shoulder at me, eyes narrowing in confusion. "What?"

"I thought you hated kids" I teased, shifting on the sofa.

"Never said that."

"You have. Many times." He pouted, looking down at Ella, who had now become preoccupied with Matty's hair, tugging lightly on a stray curl that had fallen over his eyes.

"Well...I didn't mean I hated 'em. I just-they're just a bit stupid sometimes, aren't they?"

"Bit like you then" I quipped playfully and he wrinkled his nose, breathing out a sarcastic laugh.

"Twat" He retorted and I gasped, reaching down to lightly slap his shoulder, earning a characteristically dramatic 'ow' from my partner, a man oftentimes more childish than the six month old currently residing in his lap.

"Stop swearing. I'm not returning her to my sister with that as her first word." Matty bit back a smirk but still murmured an apology, carefully cupping Ella's face in his hands as he begged her not to repeat what he'd just said, barely holding in his laughter. The little girl understood nothing but still seemed to hang on to Matt's every word, his voice drawing out her sweetest smile, seeped in purity.

It was a tender sight, oozing with a domesticity I'd never seen before in Matty and I couldn't help but snap a quick photo on my phone, smiling down at the image.

Later that evening, hours after my sister had come to collect Ella, I found myself crawling into bed with Matty, smiling to myself as I clambered beneath the duvet, laying my head on his bare chest. His arms enveloped me as if on instinct, pulling me closer to his warmth as I pressed a kiss to his sternum.

He mewled softly when I nuzzled into him, fingertips tracing up and down my arm, the faint smell of weed and toothpaste blanketing the air around he and I. There was a comfortable silence, the two of us basking in the peace and quiet for a moment, albeit I could tell Matty's head was anything but, marked by his incessant fidgeting.

"You okay?" I murmured, brows knitting together. Matty only hummed in response, saying nothing as he nestled his face into my hair, breathing in deeply.

"Do you think I'd be a good dad?" he cut through the silence abruptly, his words practically unintelligible, muffled by my hair and whispered lowly as if he didn't quite want me to hear them.

"Hmm?" I glanced up at him.

"Do you...I mean, would I, I dunno, be alright, y'know, if we ever ended up having a kid?" I smiled earnestly at Matty, my hand splaying out atop the tattoo on his chest, feeling his pulse quicken against my palm. "Not that i'm saying we should have a kid now or anyth-"

"I think you'd be an amazing dad" I cut him off, craning my neck a little so that my lips met his in an act of comfort. We'd talk about this before, obviously, the whole 'baby' situation, but never seriously. I'd almost always instigated the conversation and, more often than not, Matty had brushed it off, mature enough to recognise that he probably wasn't quite ready for a baby. He still wasn't, nor was I, but I knew that having Ella around had changed something in him. "It'd be difficult with the band and stuff but, you'd love that kid more than anything. I mean, if you treat it even half as well as you treat me...well, it'd be lucky to have you."

"You mean that? You're not just saying it so i'll shut up and go to sleep?" I chuckled and shook my head, kissing him once more.

"I mean it" His eyelids fluttered contentedly. "Now's not the time...you've gotta focus on the boys. But one day...one day you'll make the best dad in the world." I punctuated my words with a peck. "Promise."

Matty smiled lazily, the pads of his thumbs drawing mindless shapes against my arms.

"Good, 'cause I quite fancy being called a dilf on twitter."

[midnight-talescape]

𝒯𝒶𝒷𝑜𝑜 (𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐵𝒶𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓍 𝒮𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 29: Incest

This is so scuff because i ran out of time to finish this ;-;

My boss suddenly told me i have work today so i didnt have time to write or eat or do anything else because i have no right lol and had to scuff out the smut

I was so excited for this too ;-;

Oh also usually my x reader, reader is generic everything other then gender because a bit hard to do that in smut but since you’re Bruce sister you do share similarities with him. So like your skin color get mentioned once or twice as pale.

Warning: somnophillia, the occasional noncon, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 2269

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“What would you do if I were to ever date anyone?”

Your question haunted him.

He was meant to protect you.

To protect you and keep you safe at all costs.

He wasn't supposed to want to hurt anyone who dared come near you.

“No,” Bruce said softly. “No, you won’t. You’ll always stay with me.” 

His breathing is quick and shallow as his fingers dig into your arms. He can’t stand the thought of losing you. 

You’re like the very oxygen he breathes.

Without you, he’d suffocate.

You laughed unaware of how important you were to him, assuming it was just the naturally protective instinct of an older brother.

But his gaze flicks to your skin, so pale it’s like the snow that covers Gotham in the midst of winter. He wants to touch you, to run his fingers along your skin. He wants you, and he wants you all to himself.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ears as he watched you sleep on his bed. You curled up so perfectly in his arms, your lip slightly parted as you let out a soft snore.

The feeling of you in his arms is his weakness, his addiction. 

That's something he can never tell you.

You nuzzled your face into his chest as you slept and Bruce froze as he felt you burying your face in his chest.

God, how long has it been since he's been this close to anyone?

He tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer. Leaning down he buries his face in your hair, breathing in the scent of your skin. You're so close to him. So close.

He wants to kiss you. He wants to do more than just kiss you. 

He wants you. He needs you.

No

You’re his little sister, nothing more and nothing less.

But as he looked down at your peaceful sleeping face, his body trembled with how much he wanted you.

He wants you so desperately, and it tore him up inside. You're his little sister. His little angel. 

God, he wants you so badly

And so, he kisses you. His body pressed against you and his eyes fluttered.

He’s Bruce Wayne's billionaire playboy, he has kissed more women than he cared to count.

For fuck sake, he has slept with more women than he cared to count.

He’s Batman, the dark knight of Gotham, the urban legend of Gotham who strikes fear into the hearts of criminals and civilians alike.

Yet here he was.

His body shook and his heart pounded from a tiny kiss. Trembling as if he were a prepubescent boy having his first kiss. The world seemed to stop as he felt your soft lip on his.

He wants you so badly... more than anything else in this world.

The kiss ends, and Bruce pulls away. For a moment, he gazes down at you. 

This is so wrong, so so wrong. 

And yet... He can't let you go... he can't ever lose you. 

He pulls you closer and he kisses you again, this time harder, more desperate. The sound of your soft whine as he kisses you and the way your body pressed against his… it's all driving him insane.

One kiss turns into two and then three. Before he knows it, he's kissing you with all the passion and desire he has kept hidden for so long. He kisses your neck, your shoulder, and every single inch of skin he can reach, over and over until he can't breathe. 

He needs to stop.

You’re his sister, his precious baby sister.

You let out a soft moan in your sleep, your body sensitive from his kisses. 

His body is trembling as he hears your soft moan, his whole world spinning as he slips his hand down your body. 

How can he not cross the line? He wants you more than anything.

His tongue met your neck and your collarbone as his hand slipped under your shirt, pulling your shirt up and revealing your soft breast.

His lip grazed against your hardened nipple as you whined in your sleep. The drug you took earlier for your injury does not allow you to wake up.

His mouth traveled lower and lower until he was inches away from your wet fold.

No, no, no, I can't do this. This is so wrong. So wrong.

But despite everything his mind is telling him, his heart wants you. 

He wants this. 

He needs this.

And so, he gently slipped his finger under your panties and moved it to the side before giving your wet cunt a gentle lick.

You let out a whine and tried to get away, your body flushing in your sleep.

But his hands are wrapped tightly around your hip, stopping you from getting away, and pulling you closer as he has his way with you.

His hands find your thighs and spread them apart as he begins to eat you out like a man dying of thirst.

He's touching you where he should never touch you, where he knows he shouldn't be touching you. And yet he can't bring himself to stop. 

Every part of him is filled with desire and longing. And the sound of your whimpers is like music, driving him down a path he never thought he would go down.

"Your body... so perfect," he whispers, his tongue slipping deeper into your wet fold, sending waves of pleasure down your body. 

You let out a soft wail and your leg instinctively wrapped around Bruce’s head pulling him deeper into your wet cunt. You were reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess.

Your wail sends a rush of sinful excitement through his body.

This is not the way he should be treating his sister and he knows it.

But his mind isn't working and all he can feel is a raw desire for you. A desire to consume you and mark you as his.

You're so soft, so beautiful and so vulnerable. Your taste on his lips and his tongue. Your body, writhing and shaking under his. The sound of your whimpers, so soft and so beautiful. 

He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t think. He couldn’t resist you.

You're his sister, his baby sister.

But he loves you. He wants you...he needs you…

You let out a choked cry as he gave you a hard suck, causing you to climax on his tongue. 

You're his little sister.

He knows it, more than anything else. Your blood runs thick through his veins. 

Bruce looked up panting, his face sticky and wet from your climax.

"My angel," Bruce whispers, his voice hoarse,

His head is empty, his body trembling with desire and love. 

He was supposed to protect you. He was always supposed to be your rock, your safety net. 

Instead, he's doing... this. 

“I- I need to clean up…” Bruce mumbled as he looked down at your sweaty body,

At the ruined bed sheet covered in his sister’s climax and your taste on his lip.

He should feel ashamed of what he did.

But he wasn't.

He was excited and he looked forward to the next time this happened.

Bruce stares at himself in the mirror, the face staring back at him, is not the face of a man ashamed of what he's done. There's a light in his eyes, a fire burning in his soul, that tells him he wants more.

So he waits. He cleans the mess, and he waits.

For next time.

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And next time came faster than he thought…

A mission gone wrong.

He was careless and so fucking stupid.

So carelessly hit by Poison Ivy’s pollen, he would have been okay.

His self-restraint will allow him to power through the pollen’s effects.

That is until you came into the picture.

His self-restraint is nothing when he’s facing you.

Everything you do is a temptation for him to push you into the ground and fuck you stupid.

And the pollen is taking away all his rational thought.

And you?

Oh, you poor innocent little thing, all you wanted to do was help your older brother.

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“Need you…”

That was all you get to hear before Bruce pounces on you and pushes you to the floor.

His mask was long gone, his hair messy and his breathing heavy as he looked into your eyes.

The way he was looking at you was downright obscene. It was filled with lust, desire, and love. All mixed into a dark terrifying look that screams for how much he needs you.

Growling Bruce leaned down and tilted your head up, kissing you roughly with a desperate passion. 

You didn't know what to expect from the pollen, but this level of aggression certainly wasn't it. 

You taste the passion on his lips, the desire, the hunger he has for you, as his hands grip your waist tightly so you can't escape.

The pollen is taking over his mind as he holds you to the floor. His mind was dazed with nothing but a single thought.

Mine

His rough hands, used to punching and hitting and hurting criminals and saving innocents, are now holding you, touching you, and exploring parts of you he should never touch.

He wants you so badly.

What is wrong with him? What have the pollen done to him? Why can he resist any temptation except for you?

Why should he stop this?

Because she's your sister.

Came a voice in his head.

That thought should make him stop.

It didn't.

It only makes him want you more.

You moaned into the kiss as you felt his hand slipping under your dress and up your thigh, his hand roughly digging into your skin leaving behind marks that will surely bruise tomorrow.

His hands explored your body, pushing your legs apart as he nibbled down your neck. He wants to hold you down, to keep you under him, and make sure you never leave him.

There is nothing in his mind but you, nothing but the feeling of your soft skin, your silky hair, and the sound of your whimper.

There's nothing except you, his sister.

He needs to stop. He knows it's wrong.

But your soft cry is louder than the thoughts in his head.

“B-Bruce?” 

Came your soft voice, he looked down at your teary eyes and he gained a moment of clarity. 

Suddenly torn between two feelings inside him.

His desire for you, and the disgust he feels at what he almost did to you.

Panting he let go of you, his voice hoarse and wracked with guilt as he kissed away your tears,

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry my little angel…”

You looked up at him your eyes blurry, but you can see the conflict behind his eyes. And the lust he was desperately trying to keep in control.

Sighing you pulled his head down and kissed him back.

And suddenly something snapped in his brain.

He kisses you back, hard this time. He kisses you like he's never kissed you before.

There's not even a hint of hesitation or restraint anymore, his body fully lost in your kiss and his desire.

He kisses you with a need that he never revealed to you.

He kisses you with a hunger that will never be satisfied.

There's no turning back.

He littered kissed down your shoulder and neck as he murmured,

"You're everything I've ever wanted, everything I've ever needed. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if I die protecting you..."

In a whisper so quiet that it could barely be heard,

"You're mine. Only mine. Don't ever forget it."

Taking off his armor quickly he pushed your leg toward your chest, before looking down at you to make sure you were okay with this, still trying to hold back his desire for you.

“It's okay, Bruce… you can do anything to me…”

Bruce's eyes flutter and his breathing slows as your words hit his ears.

“I love you…” he whispered before slamming his cock into you, the pollens once again taking over his mind,

Your back arched as you felt his large cock forcing your body open. You let out a loud cry as tears streamed from your eyes as you felt your body split open.

Bruce couldn't hold back as he continued to fuck into you ignoring your cry of pain, but he leaned his head down as you wrapped your arm around his neck pulling him into a kiss to distract yourself from the pain.

Bruce moaned into the kiss, his body shuddering with pleasure as your body clenched down on him. His hands wrapped tightly around your waist to slam his cock further into your body.

As Bruce continued to fuck into you harshly, you couldn't help but let out a desperate cry into the kiss, but you keep yourself from bucking or pushing him away. Only clawing your hand into his back leaving behind claw marks as your body convulsed and writhed under him.

You screamed as you climaxed under his harsh thrust, and Bruce groaned as he felt you clenched onto his cock tightly.

Your face was wet with tears and saliva as you babbled out incoherent thoughts.

Not stopping and letting you calm down, Bruce look down at your writhing body under him. Your hair spreading out under you like a web. Like a web trapping him inside this dark desire.

“I love you.” He whispered over and over again as he fucked into you,

He loves you, and to hell with morals.

He’s never going to let you go.

Not when you finally return his feelings.

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

What it’s Like to Kiss Tsutomu Goshiki

Notes: If you would like to see my other kissing headcanons posts, you can follow {this link} to my masterlist page!

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After a little bit of practice, he’d become one of the best kissers you had met. While part of you wanted to take full credit because you were his first and final kiss, you had to admit that even without your tips, he’d found his way around kissing you pretty fast on his own. With every kiss he seemed to get more confident, something that you thought was cute to watch happen

His lips are rather thin. Because he can be so distracted, he often licks his lips for momentary relief rather than wearing chapstick. You often have to remind him, especially in the cold winter months, just to keep him from ending up picking at his chapped lips when he’s nervous or watching an old match to see how he can improve

On a good day, Tsutomu will remember the chapstick that you gave him and he’ll put some on. However, on most days, he only ends up licking it off when he’s focused; more often than not you have to persuade him into sleeping with a lip mask on to hydrate them overnight. However he has a bad habit of trying to rub it off on the pillow in his sleep

As crazy as you thought that you were when you first started getting so close to him, Tsutomu has a sweet smell to him. Whether it’s the light sweat on him because he’s always running around and he’s always busy, or he has a nice conditioner, he just smells sweet. It makes you want to be even closer to him— even if it may not even be possible to be closer

Much like he smells, Tsutomu has a sweet taste to his kiss. Whether it be a tiny bit of sweat on his upper lip or he’d just eaten a small hard candy to keep his energy up, your boyfriend always tastes sweet— and his kisses always are, too

He’s always enjoyed kissing. He was eager to share his first kiss with somebody, but at the same time he didn’t want to kiss just anybody. He wanted it to be special, as silly as it seemed to his teammates, mainly Kawanishi. But when he met you, he knew that you were going to be his first kiss. When he kisses you, they are often soft, sweet kisses that you’d never experienced before. Often times he’ll hold your face in his hands when he kisses you and leaves you breathless

Tsutomu’s expression when he kisses you can go from blank to furrowed eyebrows while he holds your face and pulls you in close in seconds. He’s a very expressive person, and that doesn’t stop when you’re kissing. Occasionally he’ll give soft hums into the kiss, especially if you sit on his lap

Usually all of Tsutomu’s kisses start off slow and then build from there. He’ll sometimes start with a soft peck and send you a grin to see if you lean in for more. Other times he’ll hold your face and press soft kisses to your mouth that leave butterflies in your stomach. His kisses grow slow and deep the longer that you kiss, but on a daily basis usually he’ll press a sweet kiss to your lips before he hurries off to work

Being walked in on would ruin a kiss for poor Tsutomu. He might not be able to handle the teasing he’d have to endure if someone like Kawanishi or Tendō walked in on him kissing. After they walk in on it, he’d be paranoid that it would happen again and settle for cuddling for awhile. However, after about forty minutes or so, he forgets all about it and ends up smooching you again 

Something that Tsutomu loves to do when he’s kissing you, especially if the kiss is fun and light, is tickle you. Now, you hate it, but you laugh on instinct and have to push him away and he likes to make you laugh and yelp. Somehow he always gets you to kiss him again afterwards with gentle hands on your side and a soft peck to the forehead before he presses his lips back to yours

[woodenplank-gt]

Check-Up

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Sage and Arthur dug into their food while Cade only had a few bites of egg and bacon before getting up to take his medicine and feed the dog. Even though Arthur clearly disapproved of Cade abandoning his breakfast, Sage was silently grateful. It was already hard enough sitting near one giant human eating bites of food as big as she was, she couldn't imagine two.

Her prey instincts kept trying to kick in and get her out of there, but she stubbornly ignored it and kept her eyes on her berry. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she tore through the skin of the berry that morning. The last couple of days had clearly taken a toll on her.

The older human quietly sat back down in his chair and Tukka eventually took his spot under the table again, wanting to be close to his new fairy friend.

Cade sat patiently and let Sage finish eating before speaking up."You seem to be doing a lot better today." He commented.

She shifted uncomfortably and looked down at the table, still uneasy under the attention of humans. "Yeah my leg isn't hurting as much," she replied. "And having some rest and food also helps," Sage added hoping it made her sound better than she was. In all honesty, she could easily sleep the entire day away. It felt like the energy in her body was constantly leaking out no matter how much rest she got. Sage figured she can actually recover once she gets back home and under the care of medics the same size as her.

The older human nodded "may I?" He asked, indicating her bandaged leg. When she gave him a small nod he reached down and grabbed the med kit he left on the floor by the table. Cade clicked open the locks and began pulling out the magnifier, disinfectant cream, and gauze.

She took a quick sip of water before placing the cap onto a napkin nearby. Sage carefully straightened out her leg and watched with bated breath as two humongous hands began reaching towards her. She resisted the urge to back away as large fingers gently lifted her leg and unwrapped the thick gauze. Cade leaned down with the magnifier until his face was inches from Sage, his brown eyes intently scrutinizing the wound. Instead of closing her eyes like a scared child she bravely met the gaze of the giant as he worked.

She could see every detail in the older human's face like this; small freckles dotting his nose and cheeks, wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and a faint scar nearly covered by his beard. She looked into the large brown orbs right above her and noticed how tired they always seemed to appear no matter how often he tried to blink the sleep away. The dark bags under his eyes definitely didn't help the human look more alive.

On the other hand, Cade was far more focused on limiting his movements as he examined a leg that easily rested on his fingertip. His brows furrowed in confusion as he looked closer. Her leg was nearly healed as if she had been recovering for weeks instead of getting impaled yesterday. Cade has seen his fair share of impalements while taking calls, ranging from knives to a stop sign. But none of them ever healed this quickly. He'd never seen anything like it.

"Is everything alright?" Sage asked, noticing the puzzled look on the large face in front of her.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by the concerned voice. "Everything looks fine," he assured his tiny patient and leaned back. He didn't want to make a big deal over something he wasn't entirely sure about. Her leg could have just looked worse than it actually was.

Cade promptly reapplied some cream on her wound to clean it and carefully wrapped it in a brand new bandage. Since the bandage was very thick compared to the tiny fairy, he decided to use a bit less this time since her leg was no longer bleeding and the hole was almost closed up. It would definitely make getting around a lot easier for Sage since she was still unable to fly.

Speaking of flying,"Can I see your wings now?" Cade asked as Sage removed her leg from his finger.

Right when those words reached her ears, she gave wary glances to the hands still nearby as if they were about to suddenly pounce on her. Her own hand quickly reached for her hip but grabbed onto nothing. Cade could only assume she was trying to reach for the sword he confiscated earlier. He was glad he took that thing away from her when he did, that sword looked like it could cause serious damage to his fingers.

Seeing the intense look on her little face made his heart drop and he slowly moved his hands away from her. He didn't know how Sage got injured but Cade doubted she let her wings get torn on accident with how much care she showed them. The stick he found lodged in her leg reinforced his theory that she was attacked by something. If her wings were intentionally targeted so she was stuck on the ground with whoever wanted to hurt her, then that would definitely leave behind some sort of trauma.

He couldn't blame her for wanting to keep her wings out of other hands (or fingers). Cade knew all too well how one event can rewire a persons instincts.

He gave Sage his most sincere look. "I just need to see how they're healing. I won't touch them." Her eyes nervously glanced between his face and hands,"I promise I won't do anything you don't want me to," Cade swore in a low yet comforting voice.

Arthur, who had been watching quietly from the side, chimed in. "Yeah and if he tries anything I'll hit him for you," he said with a wink.

Sage hardly noticed the annoyed look Cade gave his younger brother for the joke as her thoughts took over.

Letting someone, especially a human, examine her wings went against every instinct in her body. Even Rod never touched her wings after years and years of being friends. It wasn't like she was afraid or over protective of them, it just didn't feel... right. Like they were a treasure she had to keep out of reach without ever knowing why.

A treasure she failed to protect yesterday.

Just thinking about the brief moment when the sprite had her wings in hand and under an axe sent shivers down Sage's spine. She never thought of how helpless she would be without her wings. Flying had always been something she'd taken for granted. They were what she was known for. The fairy commander that can zip through the trees faster than any bird. When it came to air combat, no one stood a chance against her. Her wings made her unstoppable.

Now she knew how fragile her wings are and how useless she is without her ability to fly.

Cade said he could help fix them. She would be flying in no time if she just let him look. Thats all he was going to do. Just look. No touching.

Without a word, Sage rose to her feet and faced her back towards the humans, keeping herself as calm and collected as she could. She stayed silent and waited for the human to make the next move.

The movement on the table caught both brother's attention and they exchanged a quick look with each other. Arthur gave Cade a confident nod, understanding how tedious treating a tiny can be. Cade sat there for another moment before approaching Sage once again.

Muttering a quick warning, he leaned forward until he could see her wings through the magnifying glass. He noticed the woman's wings shiver as he got closer but Sage gave no indication that it was painful, so he stayed quiet.

Cade was worried the yellow rod stabilizing her wing got loose after Sage fell on the chair from yesterday's failed escape attempt, but it was still perfectly in place. The huge tear running from the tip of her wing down to the center was still there, but some of the smaller cracks disappeared. Like they miraculously healed. Just like her leg.

If he remembered the crash course he took on sprite wings correctly (and if fairy wings were similar), then it wasn't possible for wings to heal that quickly. It normally took at least a week for the smaller cracks to close. But he knew close to nothing about the autonomy of the fae or their wings, which was a huge problem if he wanted to help Sage.

Cade leaned away to give her some space. "Sage" he began,"do you have any sort of...healing abilities?" It felt weird to ask that sort of question, but he knew it could be possible. Sprites have the ability to control plants due to their connection to nature, so a fairy being able to heal wasn't too far fetched. Plus Cade had no other explanation for her quick healing. It definitely wasn't the over-the-counter ointment and gauze he used.

It took a few moments for Sage to realize the hot breath blowing against her back disappeared. She rolled her shoulders to try and get rid of the sensation and turned back around to face the humans.

Cade's black shirt alone created a wall of fabric that blocked her view of the rest of the kitchen. She slowly took a few steps back so she didn't have to look straight up. Seeing this, both brothers hunched down a little to make it easier on her. Although they still loomed over her head.

Trying her best to ignore that, she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure. I've never been seriously injured before, only scratches and bruises."

"Huh," Cade mumbled quietly. He rubbed his unkept beard with a hand, deep in thought.

Arthur scooted closer to the table now that the medical stuff was over. "Well do you know about any other fairies getting hurt and healing quickly?" He asked.

"No, I don't exactly live with any other fae." She said quietly. Her unstabilized wing drooped slightly at the reminder. She wished she could remember something from her childhood with her kind. A piece of their traditions and food and beliefs, but only black smoke and fire fill her mind every time she thought that far back. The fae were just as much a mystery to her as they were to everyone else. Sometimes she felt like she couldn't even call herself a fairy with how foreign her kind were to her.

Arthur's blue eyes filled with pure understanding. Any intimidation and annoyance she felt with the younger human melted away and was replaced with a comforting presence. "I'm sorry to hear that, it must be tough being on your own like that," he said sincerely.

Tukka seemed to sense the drop of sadness in the air and poked his head up from under the table. His eyes could just be seen above the edge of the table as he checked on his tiny friend. He gave a soft whimper as if asking if she was alright, and Sage gave him a small wave. He stared at her for a few more seconds then went back to his spot under the table when he was certain she was okay.

Sage nodded her thanks to Arthur then looked back up at Cade, searching for a change in the subject. His eyes were distant and he gave no indication of hearing the conversation in front of him.

"Umm.... Cade?" She asked trying to get his attention, but her soft voice didn't reach his ears.

Arthur reached over and gave him a light tap on the shoulder. Cade visibly jumped and quickly looked around the room before settling back down in his chair as if nothing happened. He ran a hand through his brown hair and leaned back.

Arthur chose to ignore his brother's reaction. "Why did you ask about Sage having healing abilities?"

Cade pinched the bridge of his nose as he remembered their conversation. "Her leg and wing is healing faster than I thought they would, that's all." He said casually. He glanced back down and gave Sage a small smile,"Your leg should be healed by the time this blizzard ends. I'm not entirely sure about your wing though." He slowly pushed himself up from his chair,"Everything will heal eventually," he assured her.

"Where do you think you're going so soon?" Arthur asked as Cade stepped away from the table and towards the hallway leading to his room. His breakfast looked nearly untouched as he turned away.

Cade waved a tired hand in the air,"Relax, im not going to sleep or anything. I'm just gonna look into some things and make some calls." He said as he trudged along.

"Come on Cade," Arthur complained,"Hang out with me and Sage. We're gonna play games and watch stuff and have some fun." He crossed his arms confidently, "Isn't that right Sage?"

"Wai- huh?" She stammered out in shock. She definitely didn't want to have any more human interactions if she could help it.

Sage was about to turn Arthur down when she turned towards him and met his silent, pleading gaze. It was clear there was more to this than what met the eye, although Sage wasn't sure why Arthur needed Cade to stay with them. I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought to herself.

She spoke up so Cade could hear her as he walked away,"Yeah Arthur and I are gonna have soooooo much fun! You'll miss out!" She teased as if she were talking to one of the kids back in The Hollow and not a grown human.

When Cade didn't turn around, Arthur continued."Fine, but you can't spend the whole day locked in your room. It's not healthy. We better see you again." He demanded.

When the faint sound of a door closing down the hall could be heard, Arthur slumped back in his seat with a look of defeat. His right hand rested on the table and idly fidgeted with a napkin.

Sage stood awkwardly on the middle of the table. She was tempted to hide away in her box home to get out of sight from the human. But one look at Arthur and she knew she couldn't leave him too.

She slowly walked over to the hand resting on the table, finding her ability to walk a lot better now that her leg has significantly healed. She patted her hand on Arthur's knuckle and it was his turn to look at her in surprise.

Sage stubbornly ignored how his hand alone was bigger and far more powerful than she'll ever be. Arthur held himself completely still with her so close to him, making Sage confident in giving him her trust.

She grinned,"What do you want to do first?"

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@onepartbrave​ | ✽ SQUALL LEONHART

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 .

If asked, he would deny that the situation was calm and relaxed, for Seifer could hardly ever really shake the tension that the anticipation of something catching on a hook brought with it. Raijin had tried to teach him the skill of patience and quiet, but much like Fujin, the tall blond wasn’t really cut out for it. It had taken him a whole month to suppress any need for fumbling around, tapping his foot in impatience or otherwise disturb the quiet that was inevitably needed if one wanted to catch something. In the end, however, he appreciated his old friend having taken the time with him, as much as the ex-knight hated to be surrounded by quiet, especially after the war and the various fallouts it had for him, it was simultaneously something strangely therapeutic. Facing his weaknesses or something to that effect. Even with their contact almost died out nowadays aside from ocassional letters or messages on phone, the fishing-thing had stuck with Seifer. It was something he needed to be in the mood for, something that afforded him to be in the right headspace (otherwise thoughts would circle and wander, ending him up in a maelstrom of memories he’d rather not face out in the open where people could see the tremors coming with it). Hearing footsteps approach, the blond had learned to usually ignore them, and most of the time people would not really interrupt him when he was sitting in his usual place, he still caught the other from the corner of his eye - it was simply impossible for him to not sense the presence of black leather and white fur along with that stare that would bore into him when Squall thought he wasn’t watching. One had idly lifted, waving the brunet closer, without really sparing him a close look as he kept his focus on the lure in the water, listening to the rustling of clothes as his former rival came closer, letting himself finally sink down close. The minutes kept passing in a silence that just didn’t seem right between the two of them, but Seifer privately had already decided to rebel against his instincts when it came to the brunet and use what was expected of him against the other. Admittedly, it took a lot of effort to even keep his face straight, but he managed to, almost appearing disinterested in what he was doing or that the other was sitting in what actuall should feel comfortable for him. Wasn’t it Squall who always appreciated silence over noise? The blond could feel eyes resting on him, could almost feel the irritation his behavior caused roll off the other one in waves and again, it was a close call for him to not start snickering because it still was so easy to make Leonhart trip if he found the right buttons to push - even if it meant to behave exactly opposite to what he usually would. When the other shifted, clearly wanting to get his attention, he finally allowed his gaze to wander over, meeting stormy blues, his expression still bare of any hint as to what he could be feeling, instead just staring into the other’s eyes before he uttered his words. ”If I can’t cause tiny bits of chaos every day, I think my body will shut down.” It was random, it was completely bar any connection to what they had talked about before or to what he was doing currently, and it clearly had the desired effect of completely baffling and throwing Squall off. Finally not able to contain a chuckle, the quiet laugh rumbled away from his chest and filled the silence between them as the brunet stared up at the sky, lying on his back now. It caused Seifer to fall silent again, seeing the other in a vulnerable position like that, lips briefly pressing thin before he let his own gaze wander back out onto the water. “Wanna try?”

[cornballl]

Hello! How are you? Hope you doing well.

Can I get a NSFW request for how gin and hiji would act once they fine out their s/o get hot and bother at the idea of them picking them up?

Thank you!

Hey there!! I’m okay, my situation has gotten a lot better, but I still have my days u.u; I get my tax return tomorrow though.. and I am Ready for some Disposable Income :p

Anyways I hope this finds you well! This was fun to write ////

HijiGin’s S/O hot and bothered by being picked up (nsfw)

minors dni

Hijikata: He would absolutely use it as leverage against you. 

He had you cornered. You were teasing him a lot that day, and once you were both alone, he finally confronted you. “You think you’re funny, huh?” You stared dead in his eyes; you didn’t wanna seem passive suddenly. “Yeah, I think I’m hilarious.” You deadpanned. He had this smile on his face that only meant one thing: he was fuming. You bit your lip trying not to laugh in his face and push it too far. He started to chuckle. “Fine. I’ll play your game.” You hardly registered what he said before you felt a firm tug on your wrist. He pinned you against the corner, pressing his hips against yours and holding your hand above your head. “You like this? Riling people up as a joke?” He looked furious, his face was dead calm except for a wicked smile. “I think you’ll find I’m a pretty funny guy.” His other hand started to caress your ass and thigh, itching to bring you closer. You didn’t wanna lose any of the momenta you’ve built up to this point; all you can do is keep taunting until one of you breaks. “You sure? The audience seems pretty dry right now.” You cleared your throat to disguise the shakiness. He was getting dangerously close to pulling all the stops; the other day, when coming home, he hugged you and scooped you up into his arms, and you got so flustered he promised to keep that detail in mind for future reference. The way he’s pressing his fingers into the back of your legs and ass, he’s rubbing and caressing and demanding your full contact. Your face started to flush; that’s when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and lift you. You instinctively wrap your legs around Hijikata’s slim torso, locking him in close inches away from your glowing face. He kept staring with that look he always gave you when he wasn’t playing around. “Not another word.” His gaze went from demanding to lewd instantly. “And if you do, I know exactly how to keep the audience from disrupting.” He sneered those last words as he brought you down against his grinding hips. Jokes’ over.

Gintoki: Once he learns he’s never going back.

Gintoki is pretty handsy when no one is around. When it’s just the two of you at his place, you’re often cuddling. It was getting late; you both were nodding off, watching this random documentary on TV that night. “Hey, if you’re gonna be dozing off, we should head to bed.” He runs his fingers gingerly through your hair; you melt slightly under his touch and grumble a reply. “I’m too comfy, Gin. Let’s just crash here.” You roll over and face him. “Don’t be silly- it’s so cramped on this tiny couch. I love being close to you, but this kinda sucks.” His legs started to fidget restlessly. “C’mon.” He gently pushed you by the shoulders, but you went limp and intangibly complained. “Who knew you’d be lazier than me for once? Whatever, I’ll just carry your tiny stubborn ass.” You pouted unfazed by his comment. If only he’d tolerate a little bit of discomfort, you were savoring that moment. He slithered off the couch and towered over your body, curled in the fetal position. He picked you up, trying not to disturb you much. You nestled into his neck as he pressed you close to his chest. You cracked your eye and analyzed his features up close: his smell, his chiseled jaw, days worth of stubble slightly catch the light. You suddenly were very aware of his firm hands holding your thighs, your face began to flush. You couldn’t help but hide your face- you don’t want Gin to egg on you now of all times. “Did you pass out on me? Hellooo?” You spoke too soon. His voice was so low you could feel it rumble in his chest as he spoke. Thickly swallowing, you leaned into his ear, “I’m okay. Can you put me down?” You sounded meek, he noticed. “Oh? What’s the rush?” He cooed right into your ear, gravelly and sensual. You couldn’t help but mewl. “You’re that easy?” He sat you in his lap and you could feel erection against you. You couldn’t restrain the moans he’s been eliciting, holding you close and whispering coy sweet nothings into your ear. “This is gonna be fun..” He was never going to let you live this down. 

[silverdelirium]

HEAVEN | D.M

pleaseee why am i such a whore😭 i was gonna write fluff but oh well, this is pretty shitty too so i’m sorry

summary: draco fucking you on the kitchen counter while your toddler sleeps on the couch in the living room.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, oil play? idk what it’s called but yeah, light degradation

———

“Is he asleep?” you asked your husband as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind while you were cutting up some vegetables for today’s lunch.

“Yeah, on the couch though, if i moved him to his room he would’ve woken up.” he answered before delivering a kiss to the back of your head as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo, the one he fell in love with oh so many years ago. He was certain that that’s what heaven would smell like when his time arrived.

And right now it almost seemed like it had arrived 7 years ago when he first asked you out. You in his arms, the little blob of flesh and blonde hair sleeping in the living room outside the kitchen. He was certain that he was in heaven.

The moment of bliss Draco passed, vanished a bit when a certain lust clouded his mind when you bent forward a little to grab the oil for the salad, your plump ass fitting like a puzzle on his clothed groin that began to tighten by the minute.

Draco, a little annoyed that his body’s natural response to the love of his life ruined his moment of cloud nine, tried to pay no mind to this, assuring himself he could wait until night when you guys could do it in your private soundproof bedroom.

You obviously took notice of his little problem, deciding to mess around a bit, you placed the oil next to the bowl of the salad and while mixing it, decided to lean your bum on his clothed cock a bit more, making it seem like you were just trying to get comfortable.

This emitted a low groan from Draco, starting to acknowledge the game you were trying to play. Is that how you wanted to be? Alright then.

Draco lightly grinded his, now bulged, groin into your ass, while moving his hands from your waist to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You shuddered a bit at this, yet continued to amplify his torture by leaning forward, with much more of a stretch than needed to “reach the salt” but still applying enough pressure on him.

He had enough, so he leaned his upper half forward and grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and manage to turn your head to the left, so he leaned his head close enough to your ear and whispered “Why are you playing with daddy sweetheart, thought you were a good girl?”

Your mouth parted at this, he used this as his advantage and captured your lips in his from where he had your head turned. The kiss quickly became heated, tongues exploring each other’s mouth, heads tilting, salad long forgotten.

Draco started to lift your shirt over your head, the kiss breaking for a second to toss it completely off, using this tiny break to take his off in the process, as to not waste time, both of you still aware that scorpious only slept for a good 40 minutes on a regular nap, you silently hoped that it would be one of those days where he slept for about an hour and a half. But you couldn’t be certain.

Draco turned you fully around now, you wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands massaging your ass. And he grabbed the hem of your shorts and yanked them down, your panties going off too, without breaking the kiss since you managed to slid them down your legs fully and stepped out of them.

He wasted no time in unclasping your bra, after 7 years of practice with you, it paid off for moments like this, but he still wanted to make everything with you memorable so he guided your naked form towards the counter and turned you around so you were bent forward, your left cheek pressing against the cold marble, but fuck the marble, you only cared about your husband being inside you and your baby boy not waking up right now.

Draco grabbed the bottle of oil that was next to the salad and poured it on your back. You gave a loud gasp at this.

“Shh baby be quiet, wouldn’t want our child waking up and seeing mama being a loud little whore do we now?” He taunted while rubbing the oil up and down your back, bringing it down to your ass cheeks, being careful not to put it anywhere near your pussy, not that it needed anyway, with the way it was basically dripping by now.

“N-no daddy” you said softly, your heat pooling with more arousal at the feeling of his large hands running down your body.

“Now be quiet and be a good slut for daddy, yeah?” You hummed at this, not being able to find your voice.

Draco pulled his sweatpants, along with his boxers, down enough to let his erected cock out, he massaged your ass before putting it in, your mouth parted open and a quiet moan escaping you at the feeling of being full.

“God- daddy you’re so big” you moaned out, not loud enough for scorpious to hear but enough to alert Draco. He had to control himself from slamming his hand down on your glistening ass, instead grabbing it roughly with one hand, and the other grabbing the back of your neck once again and pulling you up so your back was arched and your boobs were off the counter, stomach still pressed against it.

“I said, shut the fuck up before you wake him up” He whisper-yelled.

“S-sorry daddy just want you to fuck me hard and fast” You whimpered.

“I will if you stay quiet, alright princess?” You gave another hum. So he grabbed both of your hipbones letting your head down and made sure his fingers were on top of them, knowing that at the speed he had planned, you were gonna have a very bad pain on your hips from the contact of the counter, so instead, he would obviously rather have his fingers crushed than you being hurt in any way.

He started to ram himself into you, showing no sympathy and doing as you had previously stated, fucking you hard and fast.

Draco was pounding into his wife like his life depended on it, and it was truly ironic that he had asked you to stay quiet when he was breathing heavy and tried to contain his groans because the way your pussy was pulsing around him and hugging his cock like a fucking vice was too much.

Both of you knew you weren’t gonna last long, and thank goodness for that because your toddler was gonna wake up any minute now.

“You gonna cum on my cock pretty girl? Gonna cum on daddy?” he asked, wanting to be certain his girl could finish first, always.

“Yes daddy i’m gonna cum!”

“Cum.”

And with the way your juices poured onto his cock, he couldn’t hold back and sank all the way into you and released inside you.

After the both of you got down from your high, draco pulled out gently, grabbing a kitchen towel and dabbing it in the tap water a bit before quickly cleaning himself and pulling his sweatpants back up as fast he could.

The he marched towards you and started cleaning you up. He was obviously gonna give you a bath after to get you properly clean but for now, this would do.

Draco grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and put it on you, and grabbing your panties that were laying on top of your shorts and put them on. When he finished dressing you up, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

And as if on cue, right when he was lovingly gazing into his wife’s eyes, a small paddle of feet could be heard coming closer to the kitchen entrance, draco and you turned to look over his shoulder to watch a four year old toddler rubbing his eyes before beaming at the sight of his parents.

“Mama” he cheered, after not seeing you before his nap, his instinct told him to go see you.

“Hi baby” you said before picking him up.

And as Draco watched his son and wife, the people he loved the most, conversing together he realized that indeed, he probably died years ago and is currently in heaven.