#hes such a weird little freak (affectionate)

[dee-writes-anime]

A Sock, a Spoon, and Three Feathers

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

SUMMARY apparently his idea of “providing for you” is pre-cooked poultry and stealing all the spoons in your apartment.

CONTENT WARNINGS hawks is a bird I fear, fluff, slight angst at the end, but it ends in comfort, a dearly treasured spoon and a store bought rotisserie chicken, new relationship, nesting behavior, heat instincts, mild confusion, gift-giving, affectionate weirdness

AUTHORS NOTE god, someone get me a feral bird man. I fear I am desperate.

You’re not really sure when your apartment stopped looking like your apartment.

Maybe it was the third day in a row you found one of Keigo’s feathers tucked under your pillow. Or the moment you opened your silverware drawer and found it missing every spoon—except for one, singular, bent one—because, apparently, that was the “shiny one” he liked best.

You blink at the spoon now, lying sideways on your desk like it belongs there. You didn’t put it there.

There’s also a sock. Not yours.

“…Keigo?”

Your voice echoes down the hallway. You don’t get an answer right away, but you do hear a rustle from your bedroom, then the faint sound of a box being moved. When you poke your head in, you find him kneeling on the floor, surrounded by what might be your throw blankets, a hoodie you haven’t seen since March, and at least two of your favorite plushies.

And right in the middle of that chaotic pile: Hawks. Smiling. Nestled like a smug bird in a cloud of fleece.

“You’re home early,” he chirps, clearly pleased with himself. “Don’t worry—I cleaned off the table so we can still eat dinner like civilized people.”

You blink.

Then blink again.

“…What are you doing?”

Keigo looks around like the answer should be obvious. “Building a nest.”

There’s no irony in his voice. No teasing smirk. Just that bright-eyed, sunlit warmth that always makes your brain short-circuit a little.

You open your mouth. Then close it. “A… nest.”

“Yep.” He plucks something from beside him—a keychain you thought you lost—and holds it up. “Look! I even added your stuff, so it smells like you. That way I can feel safe.”

You’re silent for a long beat, staring at him.

Keigo tilts his head. “You okay, dove?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, just… trying to figure out if this is, like, a bird thing or a Keigo thing.”

He laughs, but it’s a little too sharp, a little too strained. You watch his wings fluff up behind him, fidgeting with little shivers of motion.

That’s when it hits you—he’s been acting weird for days now. Clingy, but not in a bad way. Just… hovering. Twitchy. Bringing you little trinkets—some feathers, a shiny ring pop, a cool rock. He even gave you a piece of tinfoil once that was folded into a perfect triangle.

“Is this like… instinct?” you ask gently, stepping closer. “You’ve been doing this since Saturday.”

He hesitates. Then shifts, like he’s bracing for judgment.

“…I think I might be going into heat,” he mutters, voice muffled by the hoodie he pulls over his face. “It’s early this season. Thought I had another week.”

“Oh,” you say.

You’re not sure what the correct response is to my bird boyfriend is nesting in my bedroom because his instincts are telling him I’d be a good mate, but you settle for sitting down next to him in the pile of blankets. One of his feathers sticks to your shirt. You don’t brush it off.

“So, uh,” you say, “does the spoon have special meaning, or was that just your favorite?”

“Shiniest one you had,” Keigo says immediately.

You nod thoughtfully. “Fair.”

He peers at you from the corner of his eye. “You’re not freaked out?”

“I’m confused,” you say honestly. “But not, like, bad confused. Just… bird confused.”

He makes a helpless sound, flopping back dramatically into the pile. “God, you’re perfect.”

You reach over and pluck the feather off your sleeve. It’s a brilliant red and soft at the edges. You hold it up.

“This one’s mine now,” you say, tucking it into your hair like a headband.

Keigo freezes. His eyes go wide.

“…You’re killing me,” he whispers.

You grin. “Better make room in your nest then.”

He beams.

You wake up to the sound of wings flapping.

Not like—outside, bird-in-a-tree flapping. No. You’re talking full-blown helicopter-grade flapping right in your living room, paired with the unmistakable sound of your front door clicking shut.

You groggily sit up, blinking against the sunlight. Your nest—sorry, bed—still smells like Keigo. Not surprising, considering he’d spent the night wrapped around you like a living space heater. The blanket pile he started building last night has only grown, and you’re 90% sure he rearranged your throw pillows in the shape of a heart before you fell asleep.

There’s another rustle.

Then a thud.

Then—

“Babe!” Keigo’s voice, muffled. “Do you like rotisserie chicken?!”

You squint and shuffle out into the hallway. “…What?”

Keigo rounds the corner with three grocery bags, feathers ruffled and windswept like he flew full-speed across the city and dive-bombed the store. His hair is a mess, shirt slightly askew, one glove missing, and his expression so absurdly proud that your heart does a traitorous little flip.

“I brought food,” he says, holding out a warm, fragrant box with both hands like an offering to a queen. “Protein. Omega-3s. Bird-safe. Mate-safe.”

“Mate-safe?” you echo, because you cannot let that one slide.

Keigo hesitates. “…I said that out loud, huh.”

He does this thing where he laughs and coughs at the same time, like maybe he can distract you from the fact that his eyes are laser-focused on your face for any trace of disapproval.

You take the chicken.

You also take a moment to process that this man—this pro hero—is trying to prove his suitability as a mate with grocery store poultry.

“…You’re doing the bird thing again,” you murmur, trying not to smile.

“I know,” he says, completely unashamed now. “My heat’s in full swing. I’m lucky I can still think straight.”

You raise a brow. “Can you?”

Keigo shrugs. “Define straight.”

You throw a piece of bread at him. He dodges it effortlessly, like the bastard bird he is.

Usually, Keigo’s presence is… everywhere. Not in an overbearing way, just—felt. Like a breeze under your skin. Like laughter waiting in your throat.

But today?

It’s quiet. Too quiet.

The kind of quiet that makes your spine prick.

You pause mid-bite of your sandwich and glance down the hallway. The nest—the mess of blankets, stolen socks, and whatever he’s dragged in this week—is undisturbed. There’s no feather trail on the floor. No spoon migration. No commentary from the windowsill about pigeons “loitering” on the fire escape.

Just silence.

“…Keigo?” you call softly.

No answer.

You set your food down and move toward the bedroom, heart ticking up just a notch. The air feels heavy—like a storm waiting to break.

You find him in the corner, half-curled into the nest. His wings are drawn tight against his back, shivering faintly. His head’s tucked into the crook of his elbow like he’s trying to hide from something.

Your chest aches instantly.

“Hey,” you whisper, crouching beside him. “There you are.”

He doesn’t look up. His voice is quiet. Muffled.

“I’m sorry.”

You blink. “For what?”

He exhales shakily. “For being weird. For… hoarding your socks. For the chicken. For making your house smell like me. I just—my instincts are screaming and I can’t shut them up today and everything’s too loud—”

“Keigo.”

You reach out and gently touch his wing.

He stiffens for just a second—but then melts.

Collapses, really. Feathers slumping, breath hitching. He leans into your touch like it’s the first thing that’s made sense all day.

“I just wanted to be good,” he whispers. “Like—like a good mate. Someone who deserves to have you around. But now it just feels like I’m being too much. I’m not thinking clearly and it’s all heat and feathers and I—”

You shift closer, hands running slowly through the soft curve of his wings. “Hey. Breathe.”

He does. Because he listens to you. Always has.

“I like your feathers,” you murmur. “And your ridiculous spoon. And the stupid sparkly rock you left on my pillow.”

Keigo groans quietly. “That was a gift. From the heart.”

“I know. That’s why I kept it.”

He lifts his head just enough to glance at you, eyes glassy and golden, pupils blown wide with exhaustion and heat and instinct. You brush a bit of hair from his face.

“You don’t need to impress me, Keigo,” you say gently. “You already have me. Nest and all.”

He blinks.

Then suddenly, he’s curling into you. All warmth and feathers and barely-restrained shivers. He tucks his face into your shoulder and lets out a noise halfway between a sigh and a sob.

“I love you,” he mumbles, voice cracking, “like—a lot.”

You smile and kiss the top of his head. “I know.”

You settle there for a while—him buried in your side, wings twitching with aftershocks, your hand stroking gently through his hair. You hum something soft and tuneless, the way you do when he’s too deep in his own head.

Eventually, his breathing slows. His wings loosen. He starts mumbling nonsense again.

“…gonna build you a bigger nest,” he mumbles into your shirt.

“Oh yeah?” you ask, amused.

“Mmhm. For our future chicks.”

You pause.

“Keigo, we’re not even a month into dating.”

“I’m planning ahead,” he huffs, voice thick with sleep.

You laugh, long and soft. “You’re out of your mind.”

“I’m in heat,” he mumbles, pressing closer. “Let me bird in peace.”

You let him. Because the truth is, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than right here—with your weird, soft, instinct-driven bird of a boyfriend curled up like the world only makes sense when you’re touching.

And honestly?

Maybe it does.

[ama-a93]

wow hes so interesting! 😃

[kazooiey]

Ewww a buggggg somebody squish it

[itissadbutitsmy-life]

listen I just can’t find fault with a candy person for finding something that unexpectedly brings them joy and doing everything in their power to make it keep happening. I just can’t find it in me to blame them for wanting the approval of the person they love and respect more than anyone else, and wanting that approval over and over again, and I just straight up can’t blame james for figuring out a trick to make his princess smile and call him her hero. like, banana guards get her praise and approval and hugs all the time, but he’s just some random engineer with an easy smile and no one who wants to hang out with him after work. and she likes him so much, she wants him in her kingdom, even when he goes and does something stupid like push her out of the way of a super dangerous not-moving car, at the cost of his own life, she wants him back and she’ll bring him back and she'll tell him that was very brave and she loves him. of course she loves him. she loves all the candy people. but he figured out how to make her look him in the eyes and say it and give him material evidence of her pride. I can’t find it in myself to blame him for that. it wasn't good, i don't think he should have been left unchecked to keep going forever, but i can't blame him for wanting to keep reliving the nice thing that happened once. the really nice thing that happened once that came with material gifts. if she didn’t want to keep doing it she would’ve stopped LONG before there were TWENTY FIVE of them. before she was so fed up that she didn’t even spare him a kind goodbye or a chance to go home one more time.

like you’re not beating the dystopian dictatorship allegations. saying she was right to exile him from the only home he’s ever known with no recourse because he was acting weird. and the thing is, I just can’t find it in me to blame a character living in a dictatorship for getting himself into a situation because he was desperately trying to be happy the best way he could figure out how. I’m not saying he was right, he’s insane, but it just rubs me wrong, the idea that he is the one holding all this heavy blame. the idea that the princess is right to look down at him and shake her head firmly and turn him out in the cold. for chasing the rush that she gave him willingly, over and over, without any specific end parameters. for not being able to make friends, and doing something weird about it. he’s bored and lonely and this works and it’s not, inherently, bad. it really isn’t. it’s batshit, but it’s actually not hurting anyone at all.

[ticklefighthockey]

I love that sid reaction pic so much. honestly it reminds me of the fact that as much as I love sidney crosby as a 100% to the bone freak in every way, there is a deep, deep love within me for sidney crosby who outside of hockey has his favorite pursuits of being Normal and Well Adjusted. obviously this is just another form of him being a freak, but I have such deep affection in my heart for the man who wants nothing more than to be mike crosby and make that face at anything Not Normal, which HE would not begin to be able to understand, being the Most Normal Man In The World and all. now if you’ll excuse him, he has to go attend to his favorite springtime activities — taxes and lawn mowing

his favorite springtime activities ahaha

[bauliya]

i have a solution for the whole "if tim watched the graysons at 3 it completely fucks the whole timeline" which is he didn't. his parents took him to a random circus and he loved the acrobats and it became his hyperfixation and then he discovered the graysons and THEN he found out robin's identity and it became all too much and in his head since he had to be god's specialest little boy forever and he was 9 and in an extreme parasocial relationship with robin he retconned his own memory into ya my parents took me to see the graysons :3 (2/3 graysons had been fully dead for 10+ years at that point)

[fizzyghosts]

My brain is fried but heres Quinn

As a child, Quinn looked up to his father, thinking of him as "one of the good nobles", something his father definitely encouraged, and wanted to be like him as an adult. A noble who saw the corruption of his peers and took a stand against it. A noble who risked his own title to make a change. He started to doubt this view when he was a teenager, an adult by the time periods standards. The changes his father presented to other nobles were small and he was far too willing to appeal to the other nobility when it came to everything else. He understood the reason for this, that it's the only way to change things without pushback from the nobility, but it left a bad taste in his mouth.

Then he went to war. It started as a small conflict in the country side. He was sent out, just barely an adult(teen), as a sort-of right of passage. To fight in battle, to kill the enemy, is something that every man should be honored to get the chance to do. Not fighting was never an option, of course, and refusing would have resulted in his own death. That small conflict turned into a war that lasted about 6 years, Quinn remained on the battlefield the entirety of it, coming face to face with death and plague and so much suffering.

He recieved letters from his father the entire 6 years, and in each one his father brought up a new change he was trying to make, more flowery words about how these small changes paved a path to a better world, but with each letter Quinn also met a new commoner and learned of their life. From talking to them it became clear that those new laws, those small little changes his father pushed for, never had any effect on the daily lives of their people. None of them were even aware of the things his father was doing. So he began reading back all the letters, making notes of everything his father spoke about, and seeing it all together made it clear—his father was a good man who truly did want to make things better, but he was still a rich man who feared losing his wealth. Too afraid to push the other nobility in fear of losing his status. Too afraid of aiding the common folk in any real way in fear of losing his wealth. A coward.

When he finally was able to return home, around age 22, he would not keep slapping bandaid solutions onto a system made for people who no longer existed. He would be the one to bring about change.

He would burn the world to the ground and start anew.

Quinn knows that it'll lead to conflict, but there's always conflict. People will die, but people are already dying. He will not go down in history as a hero. History will not remember him kindly. People will see him as a monster, but thats a price he's willing to pay to give people a chance at something better.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Cat boy lads things

Rafayel is the type of car boy who’d occupy your lap more often than not and will become pouty when your attention isn’t fully on him, so much so to the point where he’ll act like you’ve been neglecting him. (This is a false statement)

He’s the king of the side eye. He’s judging you but he’s not silent about it either and he will move to the other side of the room, however he’ll think that you’ll come after him and get pouty when you don’t.

He’s sending all kinds of signals and all of them contradict the other and yet he still expects you to know what he was conveying…for someone who hates cats he shares a lot more in common with them then he’d like to admit.

Zayne is the type of cat boy who is secretly obsessed with you and would do just about anything you’d ask of him.

He’s more than willing to wait on hand and foot for you, all the while reminding you of his loyalty and fondness for you when in close proximity of you. It’s extremely intimate with how close your faces were from each other, feeling his breath fan across your face.

He’s the calmest out of all of the cat boys and the most well behaved as he can be found next to you, casually grooming his tail and ears while chaos ensues throughout the room. He’s kinda low maintenance but you give him attention and affection regardless just to see him smile and purr against your lips.

Xavier the little freak is the kind of cat boy who will be calm with the hand dealt with him but thrives off of you touching his ears and tail, regardless of how sensitive both of them were, he just likes the feel of your hands touching him while he becomes a little warm under the collar.

However he’s also the type to be found fast asleep in some weird places and in weird situations. He sleeps like he’s dead and it concerns you greatly as you spend the next ten minutes trying to wake him up, internally freaking out, only for him to wake up completely unbothered.

He kneads your chest…a lot…that is all. The little freak. (Affectionate)

Sylus is a gentlemanly cat boy who always had a pension for mischief either the way it glimmered in his eyes as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand.

He uses his tail to grasp your wrist or even brush again your waist as he’s walking past, his ears pricking up at the sound of your little hitches of breath, and a knowing smile is stretched across his lips as he raises a brow at you.

You hated him for making you feel like this but you didn’t at the same time.

He will rub his scent on you if he smells another cat boy on you, not out of possessiveness or overprotectiveness, he just really doesn’t want you smelling like other cat boys. However this isn’t much of a problem when his scent away them away anyway from you anyway.

Bonus cat boys;

Kieran and Luke are the two shits who makes life infinitely harder.

They will think it’s funny to knock shit over, while your watching them do so no less, and or start biting and tugging at your clothes relentlessly until you threaten to spray water on them for being little shits.

Somehow they get their tails knotted together…how you don’t bother to ask as it’s already a headache with them saying that while they’re twins, they rather liked have their own independence separate form the other.

There the type lie their bodies across your body while you sleep, making you wonder what the fuck is that unnecessary weight coming from, only to open your eyes and see these two dummies smiling back at you with matching Cheshire grins. That or use their tails to tickle your nose as a prank or even rest their heads close to you so you could feel the twitching of their ears at every subtle sound.

They have to sleep on either side of you, those are the rules and you have to abide by them if you don’t want them being little shits.

[sordidmusings]

He and His Hat Will Be the Death of You

Summary: "He didn’t think that these close quarters would be an issue; hell, he was looking forward to it. He’s been fixated on you for awhile now. He’s deep in the yearning stage, actively seeking excuses for easily written off closeness. This hiding spot was sure not to be found and he gets to be crammed in there with you? ‘Best of both worlds!’ He had thought like the ignorant fool he was."

Y'all in a wall to spy and being trapped against you has Sabo at his wit's end.

A/N: Overthinking but a friend encouraged me to post❣️ Managed to get a very belated thing done for Sabo (almost forgot his bday tbh lol). Big shoutout to @hannahbarberra162 for beta-ing and suggesting to have this be a two parter and encouraging me to follow my instincts on Sabo being a Freak (affectionate) and reminding me I should utilize his dumb hat lol. Also a big shoutout to @schoute, who read through at the end and gave me encouragement as she always does 💚💚💚 Much love!!

Also thank you everyone for your patience with me as always 🤍🤍🤍

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: NSFW, afab!reader, Sabo a freak freak in this one, cumming in pants, getting off to near death situations, dry humping, he's suffering of horny and you're accidentally making it Worse lol, accidental stimulation, very close quarters (you're both in a false wall because Reasons), some power imbalance (you’re his apprentice and obvs he’s a superior officer)

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Sabo is so glad that he’s the one in front. If he was the one behind you, you’d find out things he’s not ready to talk to you about. He’s sure he’ll tell you soon. One day. Maybe. Hopefully.

But if when that day comes, he won’t be telling you like this. Not with a nervous flush pinking his skin. Not with a slight tremble in his fingers and a shiver in his spine. Not with stuttering breath nor a mind skittering from all but your touch.

Despite his advantageous position, you’re sure not making it easy on him. Your steady breaths keep tickling the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, kindling a heat that swirls under his skin, moving through his chest and down. The insides of your thighs gently tease his hips. They give him little shocks every time your muscles move to adjust your dangling legs, accidentally caressing him. He dreads each time you move to peak around him; it invariably involves your hands holding his shoulders for balance and your chest pressed to his back for the same reason. You have a habit of always needing your hands busy, and it works against him when you absentmindedly massage thumbs into his tense muscles or trail your nails over his shirt, gently picking at it. The reminder that the touch is barely in your mind while it’s all his mind can hold onto makes him want to slam his head into the wall in front of him.

Unfortunately, that would be bad for many reasons.

High among them is that you’d likely think he’s a weird fucking idiot for doing that out of nowhere, especially when you’re meant to be silent. Then there’s the fact that you’re meant to be silent because there are targets he’s supposed to be spying on on the other side of the wall. Ones who definitely wouldn’t let a suspicious thump in the wall stay free of bullets for long.

That all is why you are both hidden in this false wall in the first place. A mission listening in and gathering intel with his beloved protege is not out of the ordinary, but this method sure is. He didn’t think that these close quarters would be an issue; hell, he was looking forward to it. He’s been fixated on you for awhile now. He’s deep in the yearning stage, actively seeking excuses for easily written off closeness. This hiding spot was sure not to be found and he gets to be crammed in there with you? ‘Best of both worlds!’ He had thought like the ignorant fool he was.

The logistics were nightmarish in themselves - finding the intended location that these meetings were to be held, finding the schedules of everyone in the building, sneaking in during the blind spots, creating a hollow you could slide into and traverse from the roof just above, replacing the mirror in the room with a one way. So much of it was luck, really, especially that your targets were the type to meet in gaudy gold crusted rooms with walls crammed full of decorations and filigree. No one who covets wealth so much could stand to stay in a room without a mirror, lest they go too long seeing their own image caked in opulence. And unfortunately they also tended to be tall if the height of the mirror was anything to go by.

Sabo could see out of it standing, his lips at level with the bottom edge of it but that meant that you would need a boost to see out. The mirror wasn’t wide so one of you raised behind the other made more sense, thus a small ledge was made with just enough strength and size to hold you sitting. The walls they built here were thick for soundproofing and fireproofing and that old castle feel. It gave you enough room to hop up and let Sabo squeeze in front of you, but you were always just brushing against his back and your knees were gently touching the wall next to his thighs. It was insanely uncomfortable for you after hours of being in here. You kept fidgeting, the time enough to make you a bit restless but the harsh ledge trying to turn you numb and the awkward way it rested your weight made it impossible to hold completely still. You tried to find comfort in Sabo through leaning into him and focusing on his warmth instead of the needles starting to creep down the back of your thighs. Good training and deep breathing kept you centered enough to focus on the room through the mirror and you had recording snails to save anything you may miss.

Sabo can’t believe himself right now - you’re his apprentice not the other way around, yet he’s the one that couldn’t tell you what these men were talking about if his life depended on it and it might actually come to that. Luckily you would have the answers but unluckily you are why he did not. You were also why he was so hot in this damned wall crammed against your body heat and electric touches. You’re why he’s currently picking a hole through his gloves in an attempt to keep his hands from sinking into the thighs that cage him. You’re why his lower back aches from the tenseness of holding his body still when all it wants to do is roll and give him some Gods forsaken relief.

He gives his head a small shake to snap himself into focus. He feels you reel back in surprise, narrowly avoiding a faceful of his hat. Your hands slide down and you squeeze his biceps lightly in question.

Are you okay?

Sabo hates that you’re so kind right now. Well that’s a lie, he always loves it but did everything you do have to overwhelm him so much? He thought this would be fine, it’s not like he hasn’t been close to you before but fuck being around you has gotten harder and harder as it’s gotten sweeter and sweeter. With each piece of you he sees he’s come to respect you more then enjoy you more then adore you more and he can’t tell you. He’s your superior, your idol, and now your friend. If you knew the devotion - the hunger - swirling in him, surely you’d be upset, surely you- fuck why are your thighs squeezing him?

To Sabo’s delight and horror you let out a whimper so quiet it barely made it to your lips, but he heard it. His hips rock forward once before he even knew they were moving but he does know the flush of pleasure that washes over him when his aching erection grinds into the wall before him. He stills his body, leaving his hips pressed tight to the wall and away from you. It’s slightly painful and definitely not what he wants, but he’s so wound tight that any attention on his throbbing cock is almost too good to resist. Choking back his own whimper, Sabo slowly rests his forehead on the wall, careful his hat doesn’t fall off completely, and blows out a tight breath.

You continue your slow squirming. One hand leaves him but the other digs in firmly to his shoulder now, slightly pulling down as if to lift yourself up. He shuts his eyes tight to keep them from rolling, unable to stop the flood of fantasies of you gripping and pawing at him, panting and whining, drawing him closer with clenching thighs just like the ones twitching at his sides-

Sabo is unable to stop another rock of his hips forward. He slowly presses his hands hard into the wall to keep them from seeking you. He soon gives up stillness and busies one hand with keeping his hat steady while the other fists around the lapel of his jacket. His hips can’t keep from motion either; miniscule circles keep his cock rubbing against the wall. It’s too hard to feel good but feeling nothing is maddening and he couldn’t possibly do anything else with you all over him.

You pull down harder and this time his eyes do roll back. Precum leaks heavily out of his painfully sensitive tip. It starts to leak down over his head and down his shaft, well all the mess that isn’t soaked up by his pants. He worries for a second about hiding the growing stain when you both leave but then you sink your fingertips into him again and huff a breath on his tingling skin and there’s nothing in the world but you.

Your warm presence at his back, your desperate touch, your weight teasing at him, fuck he can even smell you on the air in here trapped so tight for so long. Wait does that mean you can smell him? Does he reek of sex - can you tell he’s leaking for you? Would you mind? Would it flatter you to know how much of a mess you make of him? Would you taunt him and make him make it up to you or would you want him to use the strength you admire to rip every bit of pleasure either of you can feel from your bodies-

Deep squabbling voices drum through the wall and remind him where he is.

Sabo’s hands finally flit to your thighs to stop your torturous squirming. Even with his gloves he can feel the plush of them by how his grip sinks into you. His fingers press deep and he can tell how good the grip is, how he could use it to press and pose you to his whims, drag you closer, open you up, fold you half. At the moment, all he allows it to do is hold you still and hold you close. Instead of a command to stop, however, you take it as an invitation.

That invitation leads you deeper against him, leaning your chest forward to put some of your weight on him instead of your sore bottom. It’s not much, but enough to dial encroaching agony back down to pain. Your head relaxes forward against him in relief, gently bumping under the brim of his hat from your spot buried against the back of his neck. One hand stays anchored to his shoulder while the other slides around his trim waist to anchor him to you. You feel his abs twitch and diaphragm stutter even through all his layers.

Sabo tries to shift himself up to help you and do something with all this energy. It relieves a speck more of the numbing pressure from your seat, and you can’t help but sigh from it. The sound is barely there, definitely kept safe from outside ears by the barrier of the wall but definitely close enough for Sabo to feel as well as he hears. He knows it was from something innocent but god was it just the same as some of the sighs he’d dream of pulling from you - sighs dripping with relief and need and even the pain of drawing you close again and again till all you can do writhe and gasp and beg and need him. He needs you to be as pathetic of a puddle of want as you’re making him and without even trying.

The fantasy melding with your touch takes him again and he just can’t help but cant forward again to grind himself on anything. He’s not sure if he’s ever ached half as much of this and is dangerously close to ruining the mission and risking your lives just to spin around, shred your clothes, and fuck you. But more than that he needs you to be as obsessed with him as he is with you or he shouldn’t get to sink into you, it wouldn’t feel right.

His hands give one massaging change of grip and then he’s pulling you forward with him on the next grind. This time, he’s holding a sizable portion of your weight and you squeeze him in relief and for more. Your second sigh stutters so prettily and he can feel your lungs and breasts jump with it against his back and the little hairs on his neck that it tickles. Who could blame him for tilting his head back to hear and feel more?

His hat is falling, the action bumping it right off of his head. Habit and instinct meet to jerk his hand towards it and the thump of knuckle meeting wall stops both of your hearts.

Before they could find their next beat, three shots tear through the air and the drywall. Your world lurches and liquid tingles run through every inch of your body, washing out all other feeling. Every muscle tightens, stopping squirm and grasp and blinking and breath and all but your newly sprinting heart. Sabo is stiff as stone in your hold, doing little to comfort you. Your only measure of time is the growing burn of your wide eyes and stalled lungs.

“Always breathe first”

The echo of Sabo’s steady voice in training breaks through the fuzz in your head and you can exhale. A spec of clarity eases in with the oxygen and you realize that you aren’t hurt. A tilt of your head and you realize the bullets ripped through the wall and planted themselves in the back layer safely to your side. And only because Sabo jerked you both just out of their aim.

More oxygen guides you out of the purgatory of fight or flight when the sounds of the meeting resume. The adrenaline begins to fall off of you, pulling you to lay slack against Sabo’s back. You feel him tremble and hold him as best you can, worried he’s stuck in the punishing fear that just swallowed you before spitting you back out.

Sabo is definitely stuck and there certainly is fear, but that’s not why he trembles. At first it was definitely for your safety; he doesn’t know what he’d do if you were truly hurt, especially because of his own blunder. He’s thankful that true danger kicked off his haki and let him act so quickly and competently where before he was too consumed to think of much of anything. He’s only dug back deeper into that hole now that “you’re safe” turned to a ringing of “we almost died” in his head. Each time the thought repeats, it pounds in his heart and shoots violently to his cock. The exhilaration, the danger, the relief, they all overwhelm him and make him feel so alive and so needy and so sensitive and so fucking close.

He trembles and gnaws at his lip to keep his throbbing cock from drooling out any more than the precum that’s been wetting his underwear for awhile now. He can feel it pounding between his legs so hard that it hurts. But shame keeps him fighting against the mouthwatering orgasm wringing in his gut.

What kind of freak cums from getting shot at? How could he lose himself with you so sweetly tucked to his back, no clue to how desperate and turned on and depraved he’s being? How lowly would you think of the man that’s your superior, your teacher and guardian, if you found out that being near you has them so close and a little fright pushes them over the edge? That they held you as they came in their pants like a pathetic loser?

The hyper awareness of his stoked haki and adrenaline make it all the easier to feel every little movement you make. He feels you settle boneless against him, relishing your weight pressing you so close. He feels your grip turn from a lifeline back into an embrace, making him hold back a sob at how soft it makes his heart and how painfully hard it makes his dick. He feels you use your thighs this time, gently squeezing his hips in something meant to be comforting but that ends up being agonizingly erotic. The muscle and fat of your thighs feels so warm and alive squeezing him and all he can think of is them holding him tight while his cock is instead throbbing in your wet heat, where each jerk of his hips shoots another gush of hot cum to the rhythm of your orgasm wringing down around him. He can hear your moans and cries and pleas ringing through his head now.

“It’s alright, darling, please cum in me, fill me up -nngh- I need all of you -hah!- Sabo! please cum for me, it’s okay, I need it”

Against his will, his hands grip down hard again and pull your thighs even tighter to him. You’re pressed so close he can feel the natural heat between your legs warming his lower back and it drives him insane.

Thinking he’s scared from the close call and possibly nervous about causing it, you give him a reassuring squeeze. A fresh shiver runs through his body from head to toe. Heart sinking even more at his sorry state, you move your hand from his shoulder so both arms are wrapping around him. This one changes trajectory, sliding to the middle of his chest, over his heart. You draw a few shapes over his sternum before applying firm pressure with a flat palm.

Sabo’s heart beats its ardor against your palm, but all it translates to you is anxiety. You don’t know that your sweetness only warms him through, drowns him deeper in the depths of love and desire he was already struggling to tread, sinks him into the world in his head where he’s already flooding you full like every cell in his body is begging for. A world colored by your gratitude for him saving you both from near death and your hidden love for him that had you throw yourself into him with the same desperation that’s burning him alive.

You nose forward until your lips are at his ear. Your lips and breath tickle the rim of it. He’s still tense and trembling and you’re so worried you forgo some of your fears and whisper, “‘s okay.”

Your thighs gripping him, your hand holding his heart, and your words - so close to his dream’s - smother him and he jolts. His breath is trapped in his throat, his jaw slack and mouth open as if to let it free, but his eyes and brow scrunch with delicious agony. He can’t think of any of that over the bliss beating through him as all the pressure finally turns to the crashing waves of his orgasm wringing him empty with spurt after spurt. His stomach and thighs burn at the tenseness turning to relief, taken by involuntary twitches and the power of each thump of his cock against the tight confines of his pants ricochets through them.

You hold and caress and, as quietly as possible, shush him through his orgasm. It makes it all the easier to imagine the sticky mess around his cock is a mix of your slick and the cum he’s pumping into you.

It’s a long while before Sabo settles. The crash of both the adrenaline leaving and an orgasm strong enough to keep him kicking past having anything to give make him fall almost completely slack in your grip. He leads it gently so the wall holds him and you up (at the cost of being able to watch the meeting, as if either of you were fulfilling the mission at this point) and focuses on aiming to be silent while he tries to catch his breath. All the while, you sweetly anchor him through their capricious tides.

It makes him ache again - a corrosive pool of shame eating at his chest. Reality trickles in with it and sets its scars in his flesh and bones. Not only did he cum in your arms while you’re none the wiser, he did it on a mission where you almost got shot and are trying to comfort him about it. The empathy and care he so loves in you are only serving to shove him into the grave he’s dug with his uncontrollable attraction to you. You offer him your affection and he perverts it into dry humping a wall and ruining his trousers. It’s wasted on him.

He doesn’t deserve your touch, your love - not like this.

But he can’t escape you. Even when he’s reigned in his lungs and heart, you’re right there with your tickling breath. Even when he’s forcing his mind to repeat every word he picks up from the other side of the wall, you’re right there with your resting cheek. Even when he’s managed to smoothly place you back on your ledge and his hands back on the wall, you’re there with your embracing arms.

It’s the best hell he’s ever known.

He was almost sad to see its gates open once the earth outside them was empty.

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Thank you for reading!! There will be a part two Eventually where both are aware participants this time lol

Will update with taglist soon!

Masterlist

[rainrot4me]

Can we get hcs for how the creepypastas would handle a s/o with a high sex drive? (Hoping to see Toby and Brian)

✦ . jeff the killer

“You horny again? …God, I love you.”

Down for it. Always. Jeff’s sex drive is already pretty high, so if you’re insatiable? He’s all in.

Teases the hell out of you for it. Calls you “needy,” “nasty,” or his “little addict.”

Will literally stop mid-argument to grab your hips and say, “This what you want instead?”

If he’s tired? He’ll still try. You might wake up to him lazily rutting into you like “Mmhm… just use me, babe.”

✦ . ticci toby

“You’re gonna wear me the fuck out… not that I’m complaining.”

Initially overwhelmed but very into it. Especially if you initiate with surprise attacks.

You grabbing his hoodie and pulling yourself into his lap? Instantly flustered. Instantly hard.

Grins through the overstimulation: “You just do-don’t stop, huh?”

Starts getting possessive if others take your attention. “No-Nobody can make you feel this good, right? Say it.”

✦ . eyeless jack

“You’re going to kill yourself with this pace. Slow down, little lamb.”

At first? Wary. Jack’s a methodical lover. He prefers intimacy with his control.

But the more he sees how much you crave him, the more addicted he becomes.

He’ll start structuring his day around your needs: food, hydration, meds, and then you.

Will make extensive use of restraints and edging you if your drive gets overwhelming—to help you last.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

“Jesus Christ—again?”

He’ll roll his eyes and sigh, but his bulge says otherwise.

Tim likes control. If you’re constantly pushing, he’ll flip it. Tie you up, edge you for hours, make you beg.

Pretends he’s annoyed, but will fuck you hard and rough like he’s been waiting for you to ask.

Post-sex cuddles are grumpy, but affectionate. “You good now? You better be.”

✦ . hoody (brain thomas)

“Keep tempting me and see what happens.”

Secretly obsessed. On the surface? Calm. Collected. But inside? Losing it.

He’ll act unaffected when you straddle him, then suddenly flip you over and wreck you unapologetically.

Loves when you initiate. Makes him feel claimed. Wanted.

Watches your stamina with fascination. He keeps score in his head. (He’s winning.)

✦ . ben drowned

“God, you’re gonna break my stamina… and my spine.”

Horny little gremlin. He’s all for it.

He will use your libido as an excuse to pause games, saying, “One quick round,” and then spending hours with you.

Suggests weird kinks constantly, “Let’s try while floating this time. C’mon.”

If you somehow wear him out? He’ll program a vibrator that he can control to keep you busy.

✦ . clockwork

“Didn’t we just go three rounds this morning? Damn, baby.”

She loves it. Will tease you endlessly.

Calls you “insatiable,” “hungry,” or “never satisfied.”

She’s dominant, so if you’re always begging? She’ll make you earn it with a slow, torturous build-up.

Sometimes just pushes you against the wall and says: “You’re lucky I’m not tired of you.”

✦ . laughing jack

“You really want another ride, sugar?”

Absolute freak. You being horny all the time? He thrives off it.

Turns every interaction into innuendo. Eating candy? He moans obnoxiously. You bend over? He claps like a kid on Christmas morning.

Loves overstimulation, sensory play, toys, and making you scream.

He gets competitive too: “Bet I can make you pass out before you make me tap out.”

✦ . slenderman

“You are…exceedingly demanding. But I will indulge you.”

At first? Cold. Distant. Annoyed.

But behind closed doors? A demon.

He’ll draw your desire out slowly, making you desperate before he unleashes.

Will use his tendrils, his voice, his control over your body and mind until you’re shaking and still asking for more.

“Desperation… It’s unbecoming. But I find myself eager to satisfy you.”

꩜ .ᐟ

[the-raindeer-king]

Simon would love a little freak (affectionate) of a partner. Like you collect weird things, like taxidermy or bones? Say less, babes. He's getting you an animal skull for your birthday.

Is your thing clowns? Man is scouring the internet for some obscure clown clock because you saw it on Ebay once and complained about the price.

You likes bugs? Great, he's got a friend named Roach. Y'all be freaks (affectionate) together. But also he's building you a butterfly garden, or buying you a pet spider, or whatever.

It doesn't even have to be weird. You could just really like the ocean, or horses, or whatever. And I just realized what I'm getting at is that Simon would love a neurodivergent partner...

And he would!! He'd listen to you ramble and rant, and he'd be making a mental list of things to look for when he buys you presents. You could be hyperfixated on literally anything, and Simon would find a way to get you a present related to that interest. This man would move heaven and earth, if it meant making you happy.

[i-dared-myself]

Presenting for You

Seonghwa x reader x Hongjoong

In which the new addition to the household grows on you, and your owner fails to notice in time.

I’ve always felt that hybrid stuff is like a rite of passage on Tumblr. So here I am.

18+

Cw: Hybrid au, Seonghwa cat, reader is bunny. Smut. Seonghwa is kinda mean, but reader’s into it. Breeding kink for like a single line, exchanging of bodily fluids (ok that sounds not sexy), degrading (calling people sluts), Seonghwa cries during sex.

Stupid cats ruin everything. You don’t understand why anyone likes them. All they do is sleep.

Plus, they’re so mean!

You’re a normal hybrid. Bunny, adorable, and maybe a little horny. But that’s only between you and your owner, Hongjoong.

And not the stupid cat.

When Hongjoong brings the cat home, you are horrified. Because now there’s an intruder in your house, and why does he look so smug.

“Ah, you’ll get along eventually.” Hongjoong smiles at you, still holding onto the dumb cat hybrid. “Seonghwa, why don’t you go say hi?”

Seonghwa turns his face to you, slitted pupils locking on your face. You hate that he’s pretty.

“I don’t want a cat!” you complain again, tugging on Hongjoong’s sleeve. “They’re annoying! And they hunt bunnies, by the way!”

“Aw, but Seonghwa’s a nice kitty.” Hongjoong ruffles the other hybrid’s hair affectionately, and he leans into the touch. “He won’t hurt you.”

You cross your arms defiantly, glaring at Hongjoong. “You don’t know that! You barely even know him!”

“Hush,” Hongjoong scolds. He puts Seonghwa down, who grumbles something out. “Now I’m going to start making dinner, so you two can bond. Be friends, okay?”

You huff, but nod. You’ll try to befriend him, but you’re not making any promises.

You face Seonghwa again, so find him splayed out on the couch. He’s staring at you with those weird eyes of his, and you feel freaked out.

“Aren’t bunnies supposed to be scared of everything?” Seonghwa eventually says, breaking the silence. He stretches out on his stomach, placing his chin in the palm of his hand. 

You already despise him. “Why would I be scared of you? You’re a pussy; literally.”

His eyes narrow, somehow making the effect of them scarier. He gets to his feet and slinks over to you, standing at his full height. “Hongjoong wants us to be friends, and you’re being pretty rude.”

“Well-“ You’re flustered with him this close to you, because his lips are a gorgeous shade of pink. Also they look so soft. “Cats aren’t even that scary! They’re just annoying!”

Seonghwa’s hand shoots out and wraps around your neck. He shoves you up against the wall, body pressed against yours. “Careful. I don’t take disrespect.”

You kick out and hit him on the shins, and he grunts, his grip momentarily loosening. “Hongjoong! Hongjoong! The cat is-“

Seonghwa cuts you off by placing his hand over your mouth, snarling quietly. “You little-“

Hongjoong returns, wiping his hands on a towel. “What’s going on?”

Seonghwa forces your head in the other direction, so that Hongjoong can’t see his hand clasped over your mouth. He nuzzles into your neck, and you feel his smirk against your skin as Hongjoong coos.

“You two are so cute,” Hongjoong says, clearly pleased with himself for getting the damn cat. “Already scenting each other.”

You struggle to try and tell him that it’s not scenting going on right now. That the fucking cat is hurting you because he’s sadistic and you hate him. You hate this and you hate Hongjoong for doing this to you.

Okay, maybe you don’t hate Hongjoong, but still…

“Why don’t you come for dinner,” Hongjoong suggests, grinning at you and Seonghwa. “Aw, I can’t get over how adorable you are together.”

As soon as Hongjoong’s back in the kitchen, Seonghwa releases your head. He takes a step back to study you before saying, “Are you going to tell him? Because I thought we were playing so nicely.”

You swallow thickly and rub at your throat, glowering at him furiously. “We weren’t playing nicely. You were hurting me! And I’m going to tell Hongjoong.”

“Will you?” Seonghwa arches an eyebrow and sighs heavily. “Oh, well then we won’t get to actually play. And I know a bunny like you loves to play, huh?”

Your thighs squeeze together before you can register the movement. “I- What do you mean?”

“Oh, you aren’t a horny little bunny?” Seonghwa laughs to himself, shaking his head. When you let out a whimper, he reaches out to cup your face. “Maybe we could play tonight, hmm? As long as you don’t tell Hongjoong.”

You slowly nod, relishing in the feeling of him tilting your chin up. You stare into his hooded gaze, licking your lips nervously.

Seonghwa grins widely, brimming of malicious and lustful intent. “Open up for me, okay? I’ll give you a little treat as a reward for not telling Hongjoong.”

You part your lips for him, shock shooting through you as he does the same. Two of his long fingers plunge into his own maw, and he lets out a moan as they hit the back of his throat. Your tongue is still out, waiting for whatever he has for you.

Then he burrows his two digits past your lips, smiling coyly. “Suck.”

You obey, eyes glazing over as you hollow your cheeks. The corner of Seonghwa’s lips curl up into a pleased expression as you work, stroking your skin with his thumb.

“Dinner!” Hongjoong calls, voice filled with impatience. Seonghwa pulls away from you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“If you don’t tell Hongjoong,” he sweetly says, “I’ll play with you later.”

You pad after him to the dining room, where Hongjoong is seated. He has three plates out already, covered in steaming meals. You both sit on either sides of him and dig into the food.

“You look…” Hongjoong cocks his head at you consideringly. His eyes flick to Seonghwa before back to your face. He lowers his voice so the cat hybrid can’t hear and whispers, “Is your heat coming?”

You shake your head and squirm in your chair. “N- No.”

Seonghwa hums lowly. “Is everything okay?”

“Are you finished eating?” Hongjoong asks you gently after a couple of minutes, having ignored Seonghwa’s question. When you say yes, he motions to the stairs. “Why don’t you go up to bed then, alright? Seonghwa and I will have a chat and I’ll be up after washing the dishes.”

You stand, your chair legs scraping across the hardwood. “Okay. Will you- You’ll come upstairs soon?”

“Of course. We can watch some tv together.” Hongjoong smiles warmly at you before his expression shifts into something firmer. “No touching yourself. I want to check if you’re going into heat, and I can’t do that if you start making yourself drip, now can I?”

“No,” you murmur, ducking your head. You trudge upstairs, feeling the weight of Seonghwa’s gaze on you. You throw yourself onto your bed with a pout.

It’s no fair that you can’t touch yourself. The stupid cat got you all worked up and now you’re stuck like this.

Needy and horny.

There’s a sharp rap on the door, and you grumpily say, “Come in.”

Seonghwa steps inside, hands folded neatly in front of him. “Hongjoong went out for business. He says sorry, but that he’ll be back before midnight.”

“Okay,” you mumble dejectedly into your pillows. And your owner isn’t even going to spend time with you tonight. 

But that means you could pleasure yourself…

“He told me to keep an eye on you,” Seonghwa says, cutting through your thoughts. His slitted pupils are focused on you. “So what do you want to do?”

“I want you to get out of my room.” You grip a pillow and toss it at him. It smacks him in the chest before thumping onto the ground.

Seonghwa laughs under his breath, perching himself on the edge of your bed. “But then how will I know what you’re doing with your pussy?”

“That’s- That’s none of your business,” you snap, suddenly flustered. You reach for a second pillow to hurl at him, but he grasps your wrist before you can.

“But it is my business,” Seonghwa smugly says. You can see the delight dancing in his eyes. “Remember what Hongjoong said? Or are you a dumb bunny who only wants cock?”

You attempt to slap him across the face, but he pins your arms down to the mattress. He straddles your chest and kisses the tip of your nose.

“That was naughty,” Seonghwa scolds. “Do you want me to tell our owner about your behaviour? Or should I just punish you myself? He did leave me in charge, after all.”

You sniffle. You would rather just be punished and not have to deal with Hongjoon’s disappointment. “Y- You do it.”

“Why are you stuttering?” Seonghwa taunts. “I thought you weren’t scared of me?”

You go limp, admitting defeat. “Just g- get it over with.”

“Very well.” Seonghwa lets you go and sits back on his haunches. “You know what would be fun? Showing Hongjoong what a slut you are. I bet you produce slick even when you aren’t in heat.”

You shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “Nuh-uh.”

“Really?” Seonghwa’s hands trail down your body. “Flip over for me.”

You roll onto your stomach, muttering under your breath at him. He seems to ignore your angry words, watching you carefully.

“Good,” Seonghwa praises, making heat rush to your face. He squeezes at your ass beneath your shorts. “I’m going to take these off now.” He peels them away from you, tsking when he discovers no underwear. “You really are a slut.”

“No!” you whine, fisting at the sheets. “Y- You’re just mean!”

Seonghwa drags a finger through your pussy, collecting your slick. “But you like that, don’t you? Otherwise why would you be this wet?”

“Hongjoong s-said not to touch!” you gasp out as he spreads your folds apart. You squirm again, and he lands a smack on your thigh. “M- Meanie!”

“He said that you couldn’t touch.” Seonghwa licks at his fingers, humming at the taste. “But I can.”

You push back into him, craving his fingers back in you. Maybe he’s not so bad… As long as he keeps making you feel like this.

“Alright, now time for your punishment.” Seonghwa suddenly shoves your thighs apart, causing you to fall off balance. Your face gets smushed further into the pillow and you try to sit up. But then his hand is between your shoulder blades, keeping you down.

“W- What are you going to do?” you anxiously ask, heat pooling in your stomach. You moan softly as the pressure increases and your head is wrenched upwards as he tugs on your hair.

Seonghwa doesn’t respond. He just pushes you off the bed and maneuvers your body so that your face is down and ass is up again. 

“This is presenting position,” Seonghwa softly says. “This is how you should greet me. Understand?”

“Yes,” you reply, instantly rewarded by attention to your clit. He circles it with his thumb, using his other hand to stroke your hair.

“So if I come home, what should you be doing?” Seonghwa suddenly pinches your clit and you let out a strangled cry.

“T- This?” you try, hoping it’s the correct answer. You don’t think you can handle what happens if it’s wrong.

“That’s right,” Seonghwa purrs, sounding pleased. You’re so glad you made him happy. What could be better than this? “Hongjoong is taking me shopping tomorrow. When I come back, will you be like this?”

“Yeah!” you exclaim, wanting more. You want him touching you more, and you want everything he has to give you.

“Good.” Seonghwa rolls to his feet elegantly, wrinkling his nose at his wet and sticky fingers. “Come here, bunny.”

You shuffle closer on your knees, upset and confused. Why is he stopping? And without giving you an orgasm or anything of the like!

Seonghwa thumbs at your bottom lip, mouth curving into a cruel smile. “Open.”

You listen as do as he says, whimpering when he chokes you on his fingers. You can feel tears prick at your eyes as you gag, looking up at him pleadingly.

Seonghwa pats your cheek condescendingly. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t touch yourself, and if you do well I’ll be nice when we play.”

He walks out of your room, leaving you alone and dripping with slick. You have a strong urge to just get yourself off, but you have a sinking suspicion that he would know.

Stupid cats.

“Are you awake?” Hongjoong peers into your room, brightening when he sees you. “Oh, I’m sorry for being late. I just had to talk to Seonghwa to make sure he was settling in, and then I made him a bed. Now can I check you for your heat?”

“But- But Seonghwa said-“ You fidget nervously. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “He said you would be out tonight.”

Hongjoong tilts his head, stepping into your room. “No, I just had to grab some sheets and blankets so he could sleep in a bed tonight.”

You cover your hands with your face, squeezing your thighs together. “He- I’m fine. Not in heat.”

“Are you sure?” Hongjoong worriedly asks. He reaches out to touch your forehead, humming to himself. “You don’t feel warm, but… You’re acting odd.”

You squirm a bit, unsure of what to do. Maybe Seonghwa would be really nice and let you cum tonight? Or maybe Hongjoong would…

Hongjoong cups you between the legs, tsking. “You feel wet, bunny. I’ll keep an eye on it, okay? Sometimes it catches you off guard.”

You rock into his hand, breath catching at the stimulation to your clit. He smiles softly, letting you slump against him.

“Yeah, I’ll keep an eye on you,” he says sweetly. “Do you need something right now?”

You force yourself to shake your head and push yourself off of him. You would rather take whatever it is Seonghwa has to offer.

“No?” Hongjoong asks in surprise. He retracts his hand, eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You grab a pillow and hug it to your chest. “Goodnight, Hongjoong.”

He bids you goodnight in return before hesitantly walking out of your room. You are well aware that it’s strange for you to reject an orgasm, but you want Seonghwa. Seonghwa and his infuriatingly pretty eyes.

Huh. Maybe the eyes grew on you after all.

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“Why don’t you pick a movie,” Hongjoong suggests to you. “San is bringing Wooyoung to hang out before I take a Seonghwa shopping later. I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen your friend.”

You perk up, while Seonghwa narrows his eyes.

“Who?” Seonghwa asks, voice laced with venom. 

Hongjoong crosses his legs, one over the other from where he’s sitting on the couch. “San and Wooyoung are friends of ours. Wooyoung is a bunny as well, and they’re close friends. I know you’ll get along with them.”

Seonghwa doesn’t seem happy with the explanation. He rises to a standing position, grumbling under his breath as he wanders off somewhere to sulk.

“I want to watch that movie with that actress.” You fiddle with the remote, looking through the streaming services Hongjoong has. “The new one.”

“You’ll have to be more specific,” Hongjoong says with fond exasperation. “What does she look like?”

“Brunette. Glasses and usually smokey makeup.” You find the movie you want. “Aha! See? Here it is.”

Hongjoong squints at the screen. “That movie isn’t new. It’s years old.”

You pout, rolling your eyes at him. “Whatever! It’s new to me!”

There’s a knock at the door, and you bounce over to open it. Wooyoung pushes inside to hug you, frowning instantly.

“Why does your house smell weird?” he demands, recoiling from you with disgust. “It’s…”

“They got another hybrid, remember?” San gently reminds him. “Be nice.”

Hongjoong chuckles, toying with your hair. “They’ve been playing so well. I think soon they might even be closer than she is with Wooyoung.”

“Obviously,” Seonghwa spits out, having reappeared at some point. You startle, and he wraps his arms around you from behind. “She’s mine. My… friend.”

“Aw,” San gushes, “that’s so cute.”

Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously, glancing to Seonghwa. “Um, should we watch the movie?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” Hongjoong leads the way to the living room, where your chosen movie is cued up. “Although the couch might be a bit cramped.”

Seonghwa drapes himself at the end, snagging your wrist and tugging you to his lap. His arms latch around you again, pulling you plush to him. “Let’s watch the movie already.”

And so the film plays. You barely pay attention to it, too distracted by the feeling of Seonghwa’s hands on you. It’s innocent enough that it doesn’t draw attention, but he keeps nuzzling at your throat, effectively scenting you. You’re certain that you smell like him now, and the thought makes your stomach clench.

“Cuddle with me?” Wooyoung pleads to you, reaching out with his arms. San laughs and detaches you from the cat hybrid, passing you along.

Seonghwa glares at Wooyoung, teeth bared. “Hongjoong… Can we go shopping now?”

Hongjoong pauses the movie, raising his eyebrows. “Why? Can’t we finish this?”

“I want to go now,” Seonghwa declares. “I need some things still, and I don’t want to wait.”

Hongjoong sighs and looks to San and Wooyoung apologetically. “I guess we have to cut this short. Same time next week?”

“Of course. It takes time to settle in.” San goes to the door, glancing over his shoulder at Wooyoung. “Say goodbye to your friend.”

Before Wooyoung can do anything of the sort, Seonghwa is grabbing you. Your brain short-circuits when he grasps the nape of your neck, watching as Wooyoung and San leave.

Seonghwa soothingly rubs at where he had been holding, cooing softly. “Sorry, bunny, but it was time for him to go.”

“Look like we’re going shopping.” Hongjoong fishes his keys out from his pocket, and they make a jingling noise. “See you later, alright?”

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You find yourself in Seonghwa’s room, in the position he had instructed you to wait for him in. You had been unsure of what to wear, but eventually settled on a dress of yours. Hongjoong always says how cute you look in it.

Your stomach has heat coiled tightly in it. The anticipation has been killing you all day, and you’re ready. You’re more than ready, actually, with how wet the inside of your thighs are.

You hear the slam of a door from downstairs, followed by the low murmuring of voices. Seonghwa and Hongjoong are home, and you’re growing impatient.

There are footsteps growing louder, and closer, until the door finally pushes open. You can’t see him, since your face is turned away and is pressed to the ground, which makes you nervous. Is he pleased? Are you doing this right?

“Look at you,” Seonghwa softly says, shutting the door. He traces his fingers up your legs and flips over the skirt to your dress. “And still no panties.”

You shift a bit, and he smacks you on your bare ass. “S- Seonghwa! Please!”

“And you’re begging so nicely.” You hear a rustling of fabric before Seonghwa’s body is draped over yours, hands planted on either side of your head. “What a pretty sight to come home to.”

You let out a cry as he pushes into you, stretching you so much. It’s so much and it’s so good. Your hands clutch for anything to grab hold of, and he laces his fingers through yours.

Seonghwa rests like that, not moving. He’s just filling you and letting you get used to the feeling. He squeezes your hands once, and you feel yourself clench around him.

It’s an intimate moment in such a strange scene, where you never could have seen yourself. Usually you try to be so good, and you know Hongjoong would be disappointed. 

“You did so good for me,” Seonghwa says as he slowly rocks into you. He hisses a bit under his breath as he finds his rhythm, flexing his fingers. “I- Ngh- I might want you waiting like this for me every time I go out. You could be my pet, and I would treat you so well.”

Your eyes roll back in your head at his words, nodding desperately. “A- Anything for you.”

“Anything?” Seonghwa thrusts harsher, making your grip on his hands tighten. “Would you let me fill you with my kittens? Breed you and day and night?”

“Want it,” you moan. “Want it all.”

“Now this is interesting play,” Hongjoong lowly comments, his voice breaking through everything.

Seonghwa is dragged off of you, glaring at Hongjoong as he’s held. You whimper and reach for the cat hybrid, pleading with Hongjoong to let you continue.

But Hongjoong tilts Seonghwa’s chin, directing his attention away from you. “Is that how we play nicely? Do you remember our little chat after dinner, when I told you not to pull a stunt like this?”

This is the first time you’ve seen Seonghwa look… Unsure. Scared, even.

Hongjoong glances to you, eyes narrowing. “Is this why you didn’t want me checking you? You’re not approaching your heat, you’re just a slut?”

“That’s what I said!” Seonghwa protests, only to be shoved to the floor. He whimpers as Hongjoong presses his knee to his cock, still slick with you. Seonghwa’s eyes glaze over and his tongue unfurls from his mouth, a needy whine falling from his lips.

“Play like this needs to be supervised,” Hongjoong chides, stepping back. He pulls a face at the desperate way Seonghwa tries to buck his hips upwards. “Bunny, why don’t you ride him?”

You eagerly sink down onto Seonghwa, gripping his shoulders. You rock your hips slowly before giving up on any method and just bouncing on him. 

Little hiccups keep escaping from Seonghwa as tears bubble at his eyes. He’s staring at Hongjoong, who’s watching the two of you with a light smile.

“S- Sorry,” Seonghwa breathes out, head tipping back in pleasure. “Sorry, sorry, sorry! Didn’t- Hng-“

“Are you really sorry?” Hongjoong strokes your hair. “Bunny, do you think he’s sorry?”

You blink up at him, mouth open as you pant. “Uh, yes. He- He didn’t mean it.”

“Are you just too cute?” Hongjoong teases. “Too much to resist?”

Seonghwa twists to the side, trying to get away. He slurs out, “Gonna- Gonna cum. Don’t wanna-“

“Don’t want to what?” Hongjoong nudges Seonghwa’s back to you, and you roll your hips, falling over the cat hybrid’s chest. “Don’t want to cum? But wouldn’t it feel so good to do it inside her?”

Seonghwa’s eyebrows draw together, biting his lip. His cheeks are a dusty pink that makes you debate who’s cuter; you, or him?

Seonghwa’s response is limited to a whimper as his cock twitches inside you. “Closer- Gonna cum!”

Hongjoong tears him away from you, leaving you feeling empty. He grasps Seonghwa’s cock, applying enough pressure that Seonghwa cries with his orgasm. Tears drip down his face and he writhes with painful pleasure.

“The next time either of you decide to do something like this,” Hongjoong says, his voice breaking the sound of pants and quiet sobs, “I expect to be informed of it.”

“Wanna cum!” You tug at Hongjoong’s pants in a needy manner, batting your eyelashes. “It’s not fair that he got to!”

“Oh, but that was his punishment,” Hongjoong coos at you. “And yours is that you don’t get to.”

You stare at him, clutching the fabric of your skirt. He chuckles and lifts you to the bed, placing Seonghwa next to you. You both get wiped clean, and you’re frustrated with being denied.

But Hongjoong simply kisses your forehead before giving Seonghwa the same treatment. He flicks the light switch off, and Seonghwa curls closer to you, eyes groggy with sleep.

“Do you think Hongjoong would like it if we both waited at the door for him?” Seonghwa sleepily asks.

Part two

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[no1blacksapphirefan]

Just found your self aware cookies. I love it. How would the ancients react to reader kissing their screen in the little cookie area(where you level them up and such) because this is something I'm a liiiiitle guilty of :3 (you can add the beasts if you want!!)

These requests were rather similar so here’s you go 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ ((TY!! I’m okay :D A5 Black Sapphire coming in my next 10 pull I can feel it in my bones))

Pure Vanilla seems like the type to be so bashful. He's a blushing mess as soon as you look away from the screen. Fixing his outfit, sure the hug isn't as effective due to the barrier of the screen, but he still felt it and the kiss.

As time goes on, methinks he's started thinking about what it would be like to actually kiss you. To actually hug you back without a screen being in the way. He tries to brush this thought off. He can't even get out...is there a way out?

He ignores the stares of other cookies as they see him get this affection from you, ahh he's so lucky to have you favour him so much.

White Lily is surprised when it started, don't get me wrong. She is not complaining. She loves the hugs and blushes a lot when or if you kiss her. But she is still getting used to how affectionate you are towards her despite her past.

She buries her head in her hands to cover up her blush when you first kissed her through the screen, unable to contain herself, and when you leave the game she can't help but smile. It's a nice feeling really, to have someone love you as much as you do, to have someone who doesn't ignore the horrible things she has done but still loves her.

Dark Cacao finds it weird at first. He can feel the hugs and kisses through the screen sure but he isn't too sure what to think when you first started other then...why?

He's scared of affection stop.

Eventually though, after days of you doing this he gets used to it, almost expecting it when you go to his cookie screen. He doesn't smile, well tries not to smile. He doesn't want to freak you out that he knows. He enjoys your affection a lot, it brightens up his day when you do so almost every time.

Golden Cheese As you should/j She loves it, you should do it more often. If she could encourage you to do it more often she would. Oh and she wants to reciprocate so much, but she can't.

She tries her best though, by trying extra harder in arena fights or just in word exploration. She'll win you as many trophies as you want to ensure a high ranking on the leader board. Just for you <33

Hollyberry She wishes there wasn't a screen between the two of you, she is so happy when you first start, to have such affection from you makes her so proud of herself. She doesn't brag to others or anything, or at least not intentionally.

She'll talk to her friends about what you've done with a happy expression. Sometimes she may talk about it too much though...she's just extremely happy to receive these affections from you.

Shadow Milk Huh? You wha- Did you just-

Those run through Shadow Milks head the first time you did it, sure he's always liked your attention on him and enjoyed the silly ways you show it but this...was WAY more direct then others. And you're still oblivious!!

Everytime you do it, he feels like he's gonna turn into mush, he's never felt this loved before. Having someone making him feel like he isn't actually alone and someone is there that cares for him so, it makes him all giddy and smiley. Though he'd rather die than admit that to certain people.

If people try to bring it up, he puts on his facade and brags about it, saying things like "As they should!~" and the sort. But once he's alone he can't help but gently smile, waiting for the next time you do it. Oh he's so excited to meet you one day...

Mystic Flour cherishes your hugs and kisses as if it were an actual physical object. As if they'll disappear. She didn't get it at first, these strange actions you did. It wasn't like she didn't know what it was. She's hugged her friends all the time in the past. Hugged Cloud Haetae before and kissed his forehead when he needed comfort.

But you doing it to her felt...strange. Maybe it was because she's so used to people asking things of her and not often getting thanks for it. She isn't used to you hugging or kissing her. She finds it oddly amusing that you still do it even while thinking she's still some code...because you still like her? Very well, she doesn't have any ill feelings towards your actions, the opposite. She looks forward to it every day, your hugs especially.

Burning Spice at first he disliked it, well he thought he did anyways. He's meant to be the Great Destroyer! Feared by many, you should as well-...oh but the hugs are nice...and the kiss- WHO SAID THAT.

Quickly though he grows to love them, he sees it as high praise for what he's done, especially as you're essentially a higher being. Oh he loves the affections from you, though he prefers the more "odder" ones, this is also something he loves.

He'll make sure to pay it forward as soon as he breaks out, he'll kiss you twice as much!! Hug you harder as well. You make things less boring when you're around after all, have to thank you for making things entertaining.

Black Sapphire oh he loves loves it. Doesn't matter if you do it because perhaps he did a good job in the arena or because you just like him. He appreciates every single little affection you have for him. From the hugs, the tapping to the kisses.

He might...just mayybbeeee broadcast what happened on his radio show, one of the few truths he'll have. He'd love to see some cookies deny this, especially if they knew he was known for his rumours. Others seemingly becoming jealous. He relishes in that, like "Yes, they did actually do that. They love me that much"

Overall, I think it'll slightly boost his ego if you did it, and consistently. His mic watching you as you're on the cookie screen, silently hoping for another hug or kiss

[obito-in-disguise]

| Second skin |

Post war Sasuke x reader

Who knew the fearsome Uchiha Sasuke was...clingy?

Lots of things had changed about Sasuke since the war ended. He had a rinnegan now in his left eye, he was much taller, calmer and...touchy?

It freaked you out the first time it happened because before his defection and the war, you were used to zero physical affection from Sasuke.

Sure there was the occasional hand holding or forehead tap, but hugging? Caressing? Cuddling? Sasuke was uncomfortable with that, with letting people in that close.

It wasn't a big deal to you, you knew your lover and accepted him for who was, quirks and boundaries included.

So it came as a shock to you when he showed up at your doorstep a few days after the war had ended, and he had been pardoned for his crimes against Konoha.

Sasuke never came to you first, it was always you putting in most of the heavy load in the relationship. You were already poised to ask him if everything was alright when he suddenly pulled you into a hug.

It startled you, you almost didn't recognize it was a hug. It was obvious he didn't give many hugs. He was stiff, akward and wasn't even fully touching you.

After a few moments of you standing there and blinking in shock, he eventually grunts and shoves you away (lightly) in embarrassment from your lack of reciprocation.

His cheeks are red as he huffs and turns around ready to leave. He summoned up all that courage to finally hold you and this is what he gets?

"wait! wait!" you giggle gripping his cloak to prevent him from leaving as he grumbles and tries to hide his flushed face.

"Was that a hug??" you howl with laughter as he yanks his cloak out of your grasp and glares at you.

"I was just...nevermind" He figures explaining would make everything worse.

He was just going to leave and pretend this never happened, and if you tried to bring it up? He would just gaslight you into thinking you were crazy. Yep, sounds like the perfect plan.

You decide you've laughed at him enough, after all he's making an effort. You smile up at him before gently grabbing his hand and tugging him closer.

"Thank you Sasuke, that meant a lot to me" You hope your words of praise would encourage him to take more baby steps.

"But I didn't even do it right..." He huffs looking away, yet his thumb draws circles on your hand that grabbed his.

"It's the thought that counts anyways" you shrug.

Sasuke always loved that aspect of you even though it felt like he was taking advantage of you.

You were always so kind and caring and so understanding as a partner, even when he failed to be affectionate like other guys were to their girlfriends. Well no more, all that was going to change starting from today.

Ever since that day, true to his words he was more affectionate. He was basically attached to you by the hip now. He had gotten better at hugs too, they went from stiff and weird to warm and loving.

He was also much bolder, these days you would find Sasuke absent mindedly caressing your thigh or sweeping you off your feet(quite literally) when he felt you were walking too slow.

His new favourite hobby was lounging with his head in your lap and you playing with his hair. He would never admit that though.

He hadn't quite gotten to the level of cuddles and kisses yet. Whenever you brought it up while suggestively wiggling your eyebrows, he would blush and stutter calling you a little pervert before abruptly walking away to go and fantasize about how it would feel to have your lips on his.

Even though it seemed like Sasuke being clingy and affectionate was something he picked up out of the blue after the war, the truth was that Sasuke had always been an affectionate person by heart.

Only his parents and Itachi knew just what a loving and tender boy he was.

Much to his delight, Itachi was often the subject of Sasuke's cuddles when they were younger but the sheer gravity of the trauma of what he had been through made him into the damaged and withdrawn person he became before the war.

Now he's slowly healing and learning to love again and you couldn't be more glad he chose you to take on that journey with him.

Guess who's back from the dead? Jk I've actually been busy with uni applications, your girl's getting ready to move halfway across the world for school, pray for me ya'll 😭😭😭

Thank you for reading, hugs and kisses. 😙

Feel free to check out my other Naruto Shippuden fics and more stories!

[missqhughes]

HATE TO WANT YOU | Q. HUGHES43

-> quinn hughes x fem!reader

-> includes: smut with plot, dom!quinn, fingering, unprotected sex, sexual themes, use of y/n, intended lowercase, platonic fem!reader x luke & jack

-> IN WHICH: y/n loves her best friend luke with all her heart, but there’s one person she can’t stand; his brother. she can’t take it anymore; in a confrontation with quinn, he can’t help but drop his facade and give her everything he’s always wanted to.

-> sexxxxyyyy request anon thank you! i too want quinn to hate me and then fuck me senseless. drooling. love it as much as i do! mwah

*fic is not proofread

18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

this wasn’t y/n’s first summer with the hughes brothers.

and it wasn’t her first at the lake house.

ever since they bought it, she’d been there every summer since.

she loved the hughes family, especially her best friend luke. all of them treating her like their own, all except quinn.

and now she stood in the living room, leisurely on her phone, when a rough shoulder shoves past her,

“can you not stand in the middle of hallway? always in the fucking way…” quinn mumbled, ruffling his hair whilst disappearing into the pool room.

y/n scoffed, trying to appear unphased by quinn’s attitude.

quinn had it out for her for so long she couldn’t even remember a time he didn’t act like he hated her. shoving her roughly whenever they all would play together, putting spiders on her body in the summer when he knew she was afraid, and god, all his rude comments galore.

she shook out of her thoughts, making her way to luke’s room, knocking five times to signal to the other that it was them.

“come in!”

she didn’t bother creaking open the door, luke was sitting on his computer playing video games, her flinging herself onto his bed. y/n sighed, causing him to pause his focus and face her,

“what’s wrong? you never just dramatic sigh for nothing.”

she sat up, scrunching her nose before answering, “have you ever noticed… that like… do you think quinn hates me?”

luke gave her a look, “hates you? like genuinely?”

“yes.”

for some corrupt reason in her mind, he started laughing at her question,

“luke! it’s not funny! i’m being serious.”

luke held is stomach, his laughter dying down a bit, “he just treats you like a little sibling that’s all. plus why do you care what quinn thinks? you’ve never brought it up before.”

his words stirred in her brain. sure, she had never mentioned it, but deep down it bothered her and she couldn’t exactly pinpoint why.

because it was just plain rude?

because she couldn’t stand up for herself?

because she found quinn attractive?

thinking about it all made her chest feel weird.

“i don’t care. i mean, i guess i do, i don’t want my best friends brother to hate me for the rest of our lives,” y/n sighs, laying back down on luke’s messy sheets.

he removed his headset and sat next to her, patting her leg affectionately,

“dude you’re fine, i promise he doesn’t hate you, lighten up okay? you’re freaking me out,”

the two giggled softly at his comment, y/n feeling better with luke’s reassurance but not quite. nonetheless, she decided to ignore it.

“sorry, sorry, can’t be mopey here. let’s go down to the dock yeah?”

luke’s smile grew, “race you down there?” he lightly shoved her off his bed, out of his bedroom,

“i’ll beat you to it lukey!”

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y/n did beat luke down to the dock, only to be met with quinn.

and only quinn.

not even picking up his head to look at her, quinn continued to scroll on his phone as y/n laid her towel down.

“y/n.”

“hello quinn.”

the awkward silence sat between them per usual when this sort of thing happened, when they were finally in a weird position of being alone together. y/n put her sunglasses on, feeling quinn’s glare branding her skin every time he looked at her.

in time to save her, luke ran down, towel and speaker in hand.

“damn it!” he huffed, completely out of breath and throwing his things down next to hers in defeat. she giggled, and saw quinn rolling his eyes out of the corner of hers.

quinn cleared his throat, getting up off the chair, “well now that the peace and quiet is gone, i’m going up. see you guys for dinner.” and with that, he disappeared up to the house.

luke waved off his brother, focused on his phone picking a song. y/n watched until she knew quinn was out of sight, then shoved luke hard in the shoulder,

“shit y/n, what the hell was that for?”

“i told you he hates me. he literally just went up as soon as i came down!”

“dude, he went up because he knew we’re gonna play music and you know how he is. seriously what’s up with you? you’re way too bothered by this.”

she rolled her eyes at him, not really being able to exactly articulate why she felt the way she did. at least not to him.

“i told you already i just don’t want him hating me for the rest of our lives,”

“want me to ask?”

y/n’s eyes widened, shoving luke once more, “no! that’s so embarrassing luke don’t,”

he shoved her back, “then YOU ask him, jesus! ask him after dinner or something,”

she laid on her side, facing him with contemplation in her eyes, he shrugged in response, “doesn’t hurt to say somethin,”

“okay fine, but if i’m totally right then i’m blaming you.”

after soaking up the hot summer sun, y/n and luke retreated back into the house. both exhausted, they parted their ways until dinner.

not another body was sighted in the house, and thinking quinn and jack went to the store, she went down to the kitchen to get a drink, restoring the energy the sun brought out of her.

she grabbed a coke from the fridge, hearing footsteps behind her she turned her head around, and there was quinn.

she all of a sudden felt very exposed in front of him her small bikini, especially alone in the kitchen. it’s different on the dock, you’re not supposed to be wearing barely nothing inside.

she turned her head back, hearing quinn let out a long exhale as he slipped past her, likely annoyed by just her simply being in his vicinity. the tension still stood thick between them, and in the discomfort y/n made a break for her room, not looking back.

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she tried to get through dinner as normal, but y/n couldn’t control the bouncing in her leg, the anxiety of asking quinn the dreaded question manifesting through the rest of her body.

after everyone was done, her and luke stood beside each other doing dishes, him giving her a slight nudge when quinn left and settled with jack in the living room.

“so are you gonna say something?” he whispered, barely loud enough for her own ears to pick up,

“yeah i will, just not right now. not when there’s an audience,” she said wiping her hands, waiting for luke to finish up.

“you guys wanna watch a movie?” jack’s voice echoed,

“yeah we’re coming!” luke replied, waving her over to walk with him. they sat on the two available chairs, while jack and quinn occupied the couch.

jack had already picked something out, and even though it had just started, she felt eyes peering at her. y/n continued to look over at luke, who was focused on the screen, thinking it was him. she looked over at jack, who was in the same boat as his younger brother, then eventually landing at quinn.

his jaw ever so slightly squeezed tighter when her eyes met his, wandering his piercing eyes to the tv. she shuffled in the chair, attempting to mend the discomfort she felt.

——————————————————————————

with about an hour left of the movie, jack stretched, yawning as he sat up from the couch, “i’m gonna go to bed, i’m exhausted, night everyone,”

everyone said goodnight back as he left, leaving just the three of them behind.

this time, luke was looking over at y/n, and when her glance met his, she saw him looking at the situation in front of him, seeing the idea formulate in his head.

y/n looked at him with a pleading face, begging for him not to put the pressure on her right then and there, but he ignored,

“you guys can finish the movie without me, i’m lowkey really tired too.”

“luke,” y/n began, slightly weary,

“goodnight,” he said quickly, jogging to his bedroom, as fast and as least suspicious as possible. she fell back in the plush chair gently, avoiding even looking in quinn’s direction.

they sat there, she was sure neither of them were even watching, and decided that it was enough,

“can i ask you something?” she breathed out, feeling like the air from her lungs came with her words.

quinn turned his head to look at her, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, not expecting her to say anything,

“what?”

“why do you not like me?”

the questioned lingered in the air for far longer than she felt okay with. feeling frustrated, she got up, cursing at herself internally for even asking him such a question,

“wait,”

she doesn’t, instead marches straight to her room, not stopping when she hears footsteps behind her.

she gets halfway down the hallway just at the staircase before a gasp leaves y/n’s breath when she feels herself be spun around and pinned onto the wall.

quinn pins her by the hips, eyes staring deep into her own, an unreadable expression on his face.

“you didn’t let me finish.”

“then finish.” she spat back, done with his antics and still embarrassed about leaving her hanging in the living room.

“i was going to say i don’t hate you, before you ran away like a scared little kid.”

she scoffed, not believing a word he said when he just had to throw in an insult in.

“you really expect me to believe that? you’ve done nothing but torn into me since the day we’ve met. i don’t get it, i’ve done nothing to you quinn. nothing.”

he let her words soak into him, taking in all of herself in front of him, admiring it internally.

“it’s not you as a person i hate.” he said, the placement on her hips unwavering,

“so you do hate me,” she kissed her teeth, “then what is it quinn? what do you hate about me that isn’t just me?”

his breathing was hard yet steady, thinking over his next words,

“for one,”

his grip tightened,

“i hate that you’re talking back to me right now,”

y/n’s heart rate picked up,

“i hate how fucking hot you look when you dance around in practically nothing all day,”

his hands moved up slightly,

“i hate how much lukey loves you, how you’re all his and-”

“-luke and i will never be that,” she stopped him, not wanting him, or anyone for that matter, to think her and luke were anything more than friends.

“not what i meant. he gets to spend all this time with you, here there everywhere, and it makes me hate you.”

she felt her heartbeat everywhere in her body, ears hot and arousal seeping through her with his words.

y/n swallowed, “why does that make you hate me?” she whispered, falling into this version of quinn right before her eyes.

“because i hate that i want you, you of all people,” he said lowly, face moving close enough to where their breaths could mingle, crossing territories neither of them have dared to even look at with each other.

“if you don’t like this, tell me. if it’s too much, tell me to stop,” his hands felt around her waist, a different kind of tensions between them now, with only air and opportunity separating them.

“don’t, don’t stop,” she let out, closing her eyes in anticipation for him. and boy, did it come.

quinn’s lips hooked on to hers, primal and eager to explore her mouth. his lips spoke louder than his voice ever could.

y/n’s hands worked their way up from his shirt covered abs to his face, holding it in her hands while he kissed her in a way that told her it wasn’t just her lips he was going to be tasting.

he savored every time his teeth sunk into her plump bottom lip, gently tugging and feeling himself grow harder with the soft noises she let out whenever he did so.

quinn walked them to the couch, and he pulled away to push her down softly, y/n looking at up at him, needy and wanting more. he wasted no time in diving down to kiss her again, his hand finding its way down her shorts.

he smiled devilishly when he was met with a damp spot in her underwear, knowing she was fully soaked underneath,

“already fucking dripping for me huh? m’sure you’ve wanted this,” he mumbled against her lips, feeling her moan on his when he started rubbing her clit through her clothed core.

he pulled away, wanting to see how she looked withering under his teases. y/n’s bottom lip was between her teeth, one of her hands gripping onto quinn’s tshirt,

“mm, quinn, need your hands inside me,”

he knew it too, craving for his fingers to fuck her pussy and make a mess on his hand.

he peeled off her shorts, mouth almost watering seeing her pussy drip through her panties. he moved them to the side, running his ring and middle fingers between her folds before plunging them into her.

y/n covered her mouth, knowing the guttural moan that was going to escape her lips was uncontrollable. her back arched as he curled his fingers, using his thumb to circle her clit at a pace soon to send her over the edge.

her grip on his shirt caused her knuckles to turn white, and he felt her clench around his fingers, close to her release,

“yeah that’s it… cum for me, y/n,”

she panted, legs shaking slightly as the tightness in her stomach loosed, her juices glistening all over his hand as he pumped into her through her high.

quinn brought his hands up to lick his fingers, cleaning her off of them,

“you taste so fucking good, god i need you,”

y/n grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss, drunken off quinn making her cum so quick.

“fuck me, quinn hughes. fuck me like you hate me.”

those words were enough for him, effortlessly he threw her over his shoulder, grabbing her shorts and carrying her up towards his room, the one place in the house she had never been.

he put her down on his bed, y/n taking in every part of quinn’s room, a sight she had yet to look at.

he was sure as hell neater than luke, little canucks things here and there as well as small things he’s collected over the years. it was cute to her to see the difference in how he acted vs his safe space, even a small teddy bear resting on his dresser.

her mind went back to reality when she heard the door click, quinn turning back to crawl on top of her on his bed.

he slightly pushed her legs apart, y/n hooking them around his waist instinctively, his mouth trailing hot kisses down her jaw and neck.

y/n felt her core growing burning hot, squeezing her legs tight around his waist, desperate for friction on her core.

“you needy huh? turn around.”

y/n obliged, but not before taking off her shirt, whilst facing quinn, seeing his adam’s apple shift when she was left in just a bra and underwear.

she turned around, sticking her ass high in the air for him, quinn admiring her arch pulled her panties down her legs, a bead of arousal following with.

he couldn’t wait any longer, he stripped off all his layers of clothing, pumping his stiff dick leaking with precum before aligning himself with her.

at first he pumped slowly, just to get himself fully inside, but after that he slammed into her, erotic noises emitting from the muffled sheets whilst he fucked her senseless.

quinn groaned at the feeling of y/n around his dick, squeezing it perfectly every time he pounded her in just the right spot.

she gripped his sheets hard, feeling herself come undone underneath him, whimpering into the bed with pleasure.

quinn snaked his around her neck, pulling her up by it and fucking her harder,

“you like it— shit, when i fuck you like this?”

“fuck oh my god, yes quinn, mm,”

he pushed her back into the bed, his thrusts become sloppy and untamed, dick twitching as he let go inside of her, warm release coating the inside of her pussy.

quinn flipped her back over, kissing her cheek before collapsing next to her on the bed, both still buzzing from sex.

“quinn?”

“yeah?” he replied, still trying to catch the rhythm in his lungs,

“i don’t think you hate me anymore,” y/n said, breathlessly laughing as she closed her eyes, also trying to regain herself.

he chuckled softly, handing her clothes back to her before putting on his own.

“as much as i’d like you to stay,” he said, running a hand through his now messed up hair, “you should go back to your room, wouldn’t want lukey having a heart attack seeing you come out of my room in the morning huh?”

she shuddered at just the thought of it, “absolutely not,” she stood up, shaky legs carrying her to his door, quinn right behind,

“but between us, you’ll be back in here tomorrow night.”

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© missqhughes

xoxo, kaia