#i feel oddly calm about making gifs suddenly

[mypoisonedvine]

"I think we're on a first name basis by now." with tommy shelby

kinda went crazy with this one idk what happened lmao

warnings: dubcon smut (18+ only), dark!tommy, innocent/virgin reader, very rough sex, implied age gap, possessiveness, dom/sub dynamics, touch of misogyny kink, degradation, a little spanking

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You only waited tables a few nights a week, just to make ends meet. You spent more time in the kitchen, actually, than you did in the part of the pub where the rowdy men would gather and drink and start trouble.

So, it was probably just your luck that whenever you were out there among them, Thomas Shelby was, too.

His eyes were always on you-- or it felt like that, sometimes. You looked at him, too: you couldn't help it, after all you'd heard. You couldn't really believe those things were true, that he was really that dangerous... he had kind eyes, you thought, and a nice smile. He looked strong, you couldn't deny that, nor could you deny the strange feelings you felt when his eyes drifted over your body while you wiped down tables and chairs. Your thighs seemed to press together each time he did that...

You almost hoped he wouldn't come tonight. As much as you had a growing interest in him, you always had this guilty feeling inside you after you got home on the nights you saw him. Maybe because, on some level, you knew what it was you felt when he looked at you.

No, he wasn't there when you arrived to the pub-- and you sighed with relief-- but your boss appeared rather suddenly when you stepped inside.

"Need you to go to the back room tonight," he told you firmly.

"Huh? Why?" you wondered.

"Just wait back there," he said simply, giving you no explanation, before walking away to deal with something else. Unsure what he could mean but not wanting to question it further, you went back through the kitchen to the back room of the pub.

It was small, and dark-- you flipped on the lamp, but it wasn't much to look at. A small couch, and a chair and desk, with various papers and letters strewn about. This was where the owner kept track of his records, managed shipments and costs-- probably where he kept track of your hours and compensation as well. You rocked back on your heels for a second before deciding to sit in the chair as you waited.

You couldn't say how long it was, probably only a few minutes, before the door opened and you stood up instinctively; you eyes widened when you saw who was stepping in with you.

"Oh, Mr. Shelby," you greeted nervously, "er-- what are you doing here?"

"I called ahead," he explained simply, shutting the door behind himself, "I told the owner that I wanted to see you."

You chewed your lip nervously. "Oh?"

"Yes," he nodded, approaching you but staying a healthy distance-- for now.

"Well... you can see me almost any night," you noticed.

"But I wanted to see you alone," he clarified.

"Does the boss mind? He must be working all the tables by himself," you wondered aloud.

"He'll be just fine," Tommy assured, "he's being compensated for his time."

Your stomach turned a bit when you realized Tommy had paid your boss to keep you back here for him. You knew then what he wanted, but you were still in denial about what was going to happen here.

He stepped up to you, almost too close, but you didn't have the bravery to take a step back.

He kissed you. It was far too sudden, far too forward-- but his hand slipped around the back of your neck and you felt entirely trapped. You did your best to kiss him back, but you weren't entirely sure how to do it well; you got the sense that things wouldn't turn out well for you if you disappointed him somehow. As he kissed you harder, his tongue slipping into your mouth, you whimpered and pushed him back by his shoulders.

It was an automatic response, but your heart pounded with nervousness as you looked up at him for his reaction: but he seemed oddly calm, not offended by your hesitance. "I-I'm sorry," you mumbled, "you just surprised me..."

"Didn't you want me to kiss you?" he asked.

And, well, that was sort of a complicated question. You had to admit, you'd imagined it before. But something about this felt wrong, even if you found yourself craving more. You'd never felt a heat between your legs quite like this one...

"You thought about more than that, didn't you?" he presumed with a raised brow, and you bit your lip and looked away.

"E-erm, well, I--" you stammered, but that was apparently answer enough for him.

He laughed a little, moving in even closer to you. "You're such a sweet girl," he cooed gently, running his hand along your waist as you shivered. "And pretty, too-- I know all the boys are lookin' at you. But you don't look at the boys, do you?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but failed completely when his fingers nimbly began to untie your apron.

"You just look at me," he continued, his voice getting a bit deeper as he finished.

"M-Mr. Shelby, I--" you started to weakly protest.

"I think we're on a first name basis by now," he said through a smirk.

"Tommy..." you mumbled shakily. "I've... I've never, erm, known a man before..."

He smiled even wider, the sharpness of his teeth seeming predatory. "Would you like to?" he asked, making your throat a little dry.

"W-well, I always thought I'd... I'd wait until I was married."

"Not all of us have that sort of patience," he explained, suddenly pulling your body flush against his and latching his lips onto your neck. You shuddered and whined, wrapping your arms around his neck since you weren't sure what else to do with them; whenever his tongue danced along your pulse, it sent a shock through your whole body and you whimpered with need.

You barely noticed he was guiding you back, not until he broke away and tossed you down onto the sofa suddenly, making you gasp.

You thought he would lay down on top of you, set himself between your legs-- but instead he roughly turned you around, shoving your face down into the old sofa at the same time that his other hand forced your hips up towards his.

You hadn't even had a chance to think-- he was already shoving your skirts up, yanking your undergarments out of the way, leaving you bare to the drafty air of the room. "T-Tommy, wait," you mumbled weakly, but he either didn't hear you or didn't care. He only growled lowly as he examined you; you both knew, then, how wet you'd become.

"Fuckin' dripping," he observed, seemingly to himself, though you heard him loud and clear as you shut your eyes tight.

He let go of your hips a second later and you heard him taking off his suspenders, but you couldn't look back at him with that other hand still tangled in your hair.

You heard him pushing his trousers down; you heard him spit into his hand and rub it over himself. You still couldn't quite process that this was all happening to you. What happened to that kind-looking man in the pub who would make your heart flutter by brushing his hand over yours? He didn't seem to have that sense of discretion now...

You gasped just from him pressing the tip up to your opening-- you couldn't even describe how you reacted when he actually shoved it in. (Yes, it took a real shove, because you were anything but prepared to take something inside you, let alone something like that.)

"O-oh, no-- oh, it hurts," you whimpered, wincing at the burning sting, holding on tighter to the cushion under you. "Tommy! Y-you're hurting me!"

"Shh, shh," he soothed sharply, groaning as he went deeper inside you, holding on tight to your waist again-- conveniently keeping your back from arching up the wrong way.

You let out a shuddering sigh and tried to relax when he slowed down. "I-is it done?" you asked nervously.

He laughed darkly. "No, sweetie, it's not even halfway in you."

He went a bit deeper again and you choked on a sob. "P-please, don't put in anymore," you begged.

"It only hurts at first," he assured, "then it feels good. It's what it's made for, love. What'd you think was supposed to go up there?"

He was joking, but it still made you feel dumb and shy, and your face heated up even more.

"I'll put the rest in now-- no cryin' this time, be good," he warned. Sliding deeper with one long stroke, until the tip of him reached so deep your stomach started to hurt, he let out a long sigh of satisfaction. "Fuck, nice and warm."

You were thankful he didn't start to move right away, because you were breathing heavy and fast like it was the greatest physical challenge of your life... it probably was, honestly. How could anything like that fit inside you? It felt like he was creating something entirely new inside you-- he certainly made you feel things you'd never felt before.

He started to move, slow and methodical at first, sighing as he savored the feeling of you. You shivered, toes curling in your shoes, trying to stay still and not tense up inside. It was hard to relax, though, in a situation like this... with a man like him.

Each thrust was a little faster than the last; he never quite set a reliable pace, just getting used to the feeling of you.

"So fuckin' tight," he praised deeply, digging his fingers harder into your skin. "The way this cunt grips me... she never wants me to leave, I bet."

He guided you to stay partially upright again, and you put your arms out under yourself to try to stay on your hands and knees. His fingers traced up your back through the dress, before holding onto your shoulder for leverage as he began to really fuck you. Hard. Still slow, but it seemed like he was only going that slow so he could put all his energy into each deep thrust.

You yelped with every slam forward, legs shaking constantly, the sound of his skin hitting yours making you feel a bit... filthy. All of this felt filthy. You felt cheap and disgusting and used. So why in God's name was it beginning to feel good?

He noticed the change right away; he couldn't have felt the difference that you did, the way the sharp pain melted into a pleasant, numbing stretch-- but he could hear it, your moans getting deeper and more confident and needier.

"See? Fuck, knew you were just a little whore," he growled in your ear as he leaned down over you, making you shut your eyes and moan lowly. "Knew you were a cockhungry little cunt like the rest of 'em. You can act innocent all you want, sweetie, but you wanted me to ruin you so badly..."

He was fucking you faster, a little more eagerly, trying to see how hard he could push you. You dropped your head limply but he put a hand on your forehead and pulled it back up, keeping you against his shoulder as he fucked you senseless.

"It's so fuckin' deep in you now, love," he growled. "Can't believe you made it this long without somebody breakin' in this cunt. And now it's mine, huh? Property of Tommy fuckin' Shelby."

You whined, losing the last bit of strength in your arms as your face fell down into the sofa's cushions again. He didn't seem to mind this time, taking a hold of your hips and staying upright as he set a brutal place of slamming thrusts into you. You cried some, but you weren't sure if it was from the pain or pleasure or shame or joy of it all.

"Nobody else s'gonna ever touch you," he promised roughly, delivering a harsh smack to your ass for no good reason except to make you jump. "Nobody else will ever get inside this pretty cunt but me."

You whined, but the way you clenched around him gave away how you really felt about the idea.

"You want me to own you, huh?" he noticed with a dark laugh. "You want to belong to me. Be my little whore, my dumb fucktoy--"

"Oh, Tommy," you whimpered, not sure if you loved or hated him talking like that. It made you feel a little awful, but you were so wet that it was running down your thighs now...

"You'll let me come and fuck you whenever I like," he decided-- or maybe he was explaining it all to you, the new rules of your life as his belonging. "You'll give me whatever I want. And you'll fuckin' thank me when I'm done."

You whined loudly.

"Yes?"

You tried to nod, but he grabbed your hair.

"Say it, whore," he demanded.

"Yes! Yes," you sobbed, "I'll be yours, Tommy."

"Good," he purred. "Hold on tighter to the cushion now, love-- I'm not gonna be gentle with ya anymore."

You hadn't realized that everything up until now was what he considered gentle... and your heart twisted with a sickly pleasurable fear of what was in store for you from now on.

[asterias-horny-corner]

18+ content. Minors do not interact or read.

A/n: when the game just got out so there’s no Jiyan smut :,)

Contains clit play, fingering, some oral play, and orgasm denial. Spoilers for the Huanglong quest 1 act 5.

Characters: Blade from Honkai Star Rail. Jiyan from Wuthering Waves

AFaB!Reader. “Baby girl, Baby” are nicknames used. You can read it as a trans!male, though.

Jiyan had you sat on his lap, your clothes either discarded or around your hips, exposing everything that he wanted to see. You could feel his erection, but he tortures the both of you by not sinking his cock in your gushing cunt.

His armor is left forgotten on the bed, his calloused fingertip gently rubbing up and down against your clit. He was relatively quiet, listening to the music that was playing from your mouth. “Don’t be shy, baby. Make more of these cute mewls.” Jiyan smiled against your ear, nibbling on the lobe. If you had earrings on, he would twist them with his tongue, providing more torturous pleasure to you.

“A-Yan..” You whine, feeling him momentarily sink his fingers into your pussy.

“I know… I just want to get you wet and riled up.” Jiyan whispered, cooing as he felt your clit twitch under his finger. He’s so mean, you’re about to beg for him. He has so little time for you as General of the Midnight Rangers, and he just fought a massive battle against the Ova-whatever-it’s-called.

It’s not fair that he’s still being so calm after such stressful events and all the time away.

Suddenly, he placed two fingers firmly on your clit, circling your precious and cute little pearl with a voracity that makes your thighs shake and your legs widen for him. He says nothing, his golden eyes watching your pebbled tits bounce slightly as you moan and squirm from the pressure of his digits. He presses down harder, his teal hair brushing on your chest as he purposefully pushes his hair in between your breasts.

“A-Yan… please… so close!” You gasp, eyes rolling in bliss as he keeps his relentless pace. Your head rolls, hiding in his sturdy arms as he pushes you to the brink of release. But then, his hands suddenly go away, gently rubbing against the curve of your tummy. Your suddenly untouched clit and pussy twitch and pulse, strings of slick dribbling down your pink and wet cunt.

“Perfect… so utterly perfect.” Jiyan smiled, inhaling the scent of sexual desire. “One more time… this time in front of a mirror.”

You’re on your back. He’s above you, his leather-clad hand collecting slick and rubbing it around your aroused cunt. Blade purred, his mouth pressing a kiss on your thigh as the hot, slick leather rolled over your slit. It’s wet, tight, and he was looking forward to this. With a glance over your heated expression, his red eyes hungrily turned back to the obvious- your cunt.

He has you lick the sour but oddly exciting taste of your own arousal, and then he begins to play with your labia. “So goddamn swollen. You got a little erection, baby girl…” Blade whispered, leaning close to kiss your engorged clit. The mewl falling from your lips is enough to make him growl, his hips thrusting into the bed once. Enough to stimulate his growing desire, but not enough to keep him satiated.

“Blade…” You whine, saliva dripping from your lips. He hummed, his fingers slowly curving into your sweet hole. Another loud sigh of bliss, cut short by his fingers curling into your g-spot and then playing with the opening of your cervix.

“So tiny… but so damn cute.” *Blade mumbled, watching you with a fascination that is akin to a wolf watching a mouse. His fingers slowly curl in and out. In. Out. In. Out. Play with the entrance a bit. Thumb the clit. Blade has mastered the art of fingering your cunt, and he will not forget.

Your cries grow in intensity, head rolling in the pleasure. And then you’re suddenly empty. His leather glove, sticky and hot with your sex, suddenly slaps on your stomach. “Come on, Baby Girl, you know I can’t have you cum just yet.” Blade purred, his red eyes intense as he humps the bed. He stops, licking his lips.* “You’ll be missin’ your daily nap, baby.”

[ancuninfiles]

Bite Night

Gif by @astarionposting

18+ MDNI - M/F - Astarion x Tav (Baldur's Gate 3) - Words: 3.6K

[CURRENTLY IN REVISION]

Tags: smut, somnophilia (if you squint), non-consensual vampire bites, blood drinking, enthusiastic consent (sex), vaginal fingering, P in v, creampie, mating press, outdoor sex, soft Astarion, sorcerer Tav, nondescript Tav, Aftercare, idealized version of events, no beta we die like cazador

Summary: It has been 3 days since the nautiloid crash. Tav may be the sweetest person that Astarion has ever met. Night falls, and he is overcome with intense feelings of hunger. Tav sleeps alone, peacefully by the fire. He can hear her pulse from the treeline, and it invites him in. Or... could it be more than her pulse inviting him in?

Sorry, Idk how to write summaries. :,)

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Astarion had never met someone like Tav. She was so kind to him, despite their first meeting beginning with him holding a dagger to her throat after having tricked her into thinking he needed help. It was interesting to note that in retrospect, Tav being a sorcerer, could have easily used Shocking Grasp on him while he held her, pinned beneath his blade. She, instead, was oddly compliant. 

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“I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod.” Astarion cooed

Tav looked up at him with eyes half-closed and eyebrows knitted together, nodding. A look he could only assume was partially caused by the sun beating down on her face. It was as if she completely surrendered to him, going practically limp in his arms, which made him soften his grip slightly.

“Splendid, and now you're going to tell me what you and those tentacle freaks did to me.” he peered down at her, eyes briefly flicking to her neck and then up to her eyes again. Despite her relaxed form, her pulse was quickened and it was distracting. Astarion's mouth started to water slightly.

“I- I didn't do anything… I was abducted, same as you!” She pleaded.

“Don't lie to me. I- AUGH” Astarion yelped, as a purple aura surrounded both him and Tav. Their minds were suddenly connected, he was able to peer into her thoughts and feel what she was feeling. 

To his surprise, her mind had been focused on compassion towards him, the man holding a blade to her throat. “He and I have the same problem. These tadpoles. And he is likely reeling after all this. He could be a good ally to have.” 

Astarion's mind had then shared broken pieces of his past with Tav. Pieces that he would have rather kept to himself, but nothing incriminating yet. “What was that!? What's going on!?” He raised his voice.

Tav's was panting as if their minds connecting had worn her out. “You saw into my mind, it was the parasites! They connected us.” She said, with her eyebrows still knitted. Her mouth was agape and she took one last big breath before calming her expression. 

Her breath smelled of mint, and her hair smelled like lavender. ‘Gods, her scent, her pulse, her expression. Everything is distracting about her.’ he thought to himself. 

Although he would have loved to hold her for longer, grab her hair and sink his teeth into her flesh, he decided against it. Feeling confident that she was not a threat, he released her. They maintained eye contact with one another as they both slowly stood up.

‘She wants to be my ally’ he thought to himself.

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They had picked up a couple more allies on their misadventure so far. A cleric with an odd name and an annoying wizard who talks too much. Tav seemed naive. She was picking up strays left and right. Were these others to be trusted?

Tav had a way of making everyone feel accepted and comfortable. “If you need anything, please let me know. I don't care if I'm sleeping, reading, or otherwise busy, you can wake me up. I want to help.” she exclaimed to the whole group with an earnest look in her eye. She made sure to look at everyone in their eyes when she said this. 

‘Gods, she couldn't be more sweet. So tempting.’ He thought to himself. He wondered if she would taste as sweet as she acted, but no, he had to stop thinking things like that. Even Tav would surely end him if he were to slightly hint at the fact that he was a monster. 

Besides, Cazador would most definitely flay him for drinking the blood of a thinking creature. Although, the parasite had granted him immunity from the sun. Maybe Cazador can't control him at all anymore.

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It was time to settle in for the night. They had an exhausting day looking for a healer, which they had to fight through a hoard of goblins to get to. It had been 3 nights since the nautiloid crash, and Astarion had already snuck off the previous night to find  a boar, which he stupidly left in the middle of the road. Tav and the cleric had fixated on it. The cleric had pointed out that the boar had been left fully intact but without blood. To Astarion's dismay, these stangers were smarter than he initially had thought.

Tav was so exhausted that she had fallen asleep beside the fire, while everyone else left to their tents. She was a powerful ally indeed. Tav and Astarion carried the team, while the wizard was frequently coming within an inch of death and you would have thought the cleric was blind because she missed almost every shot. 'Leave it to Gale to cover the ground in grease and then slip in it and fall prone, himself', Astarion thought.

While everyone was sleeping, Astarion slipped away into a clearing in the woods to have some privacy and decompress after all that's happened, for the first time since the nautiloid crash. Finally able to be alone with his thoughts, Astarion's memories of his master plagued him. It was as if he were there, reciting his rules. 

First, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures.

Second, thou shalt obey me in all things.

Third, thou shalt not leave my side unless directed.

Four, thou shalt know that thou art mine.

'Terrifying. So much for being alone with one's thoughts' Astarion thought. He left the clearing in distress, feeling like he was being stalked by Cazador. 'He can't control me anymore, I can walk in the sun...' Astarion told himself, in an effort to calm himself down. A burning feeling climbed up his throat. He was starving. Exerting himself more than usual was likely to blame. He had to find something to eat, soon.

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Astarion made his way back to camp, stopping at the tree line to assess the state of the camp. Sweet Tav was still sleeping soundly by the fire. Sweet Tav's words replayed in his head. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I don't care if I am sleeping". Sweet Tav who had shown him compassion almost immediately after he had pulled a dagger to her throat. Sweet Tav whose breath was minty, whose hair smelled of lavender, and whose pulse sounded so beautiful; hypnotic. 

Astarion snuck close enough to Tav to see her throat, so beautifully exposed. An easy target. Tav was wearing nothing but a thin silky nightgown with small flimsy straps. Her supple legs were exposed and glistened in the firelight. The wind blew and her scent wafted into Astarion's face. 

This was too much for Astarion to bear any longer. He slowly and stealthily climbed atop Tav, making sure not to wake her. He held his breath, he didn't need to breathe anyway. She was lying on her back, so Astarion slotted his leg between her thighs and placed his left elbow on the ground beside her head. He used his right hand to tilt her chin to the side slowly and gently brush her hair away from her pulse point. 'Formalities' he thought. Astarion slowly lowered his open maw onto Tav's throat. Finally puncturing the skin, blood started flowing into his mouth as he latched on almost like a feral animal. Tav's blood was ambrosia, it tasted like nothing he had ever tasted before. It was sweet, but complex like a fine-aged wine.

He could no longer control himself, he was sure to wake her. He tightly grabbed onto Tav's hair with his right fist and pushed her neck into his lips. It was then that he heard a sweet mewl coming from Tav. 'Of course, she would be moaning when a monster is consuming her.' Astarion groaned into her neck and brought his knee flush up to Tav's core. Tav began to writhe beneath him, arching her back and slowly bucking her hips on his knee. She was enjoying this. A desire started building in Astarion's lower abdomen, causing his cock to strain against his pants. 

Astarion continued to take generous gulps of Tav's blood, running his tongue across her pulse point to try and force more blood out, faster. He let loose a primal groan into Tav's throat and then repositioned himself so that his clothed cock was pressing into Tav's exposed cunt. She accommodated Astarion and wrapped her legs around his pelvis with tact and enthusiasm. Tav reached her right hand up to Astarion's curls, but Astarion grabbed her wrist and pinned it beside her head. Tav moaned, but her rutting became slower, as did her pulse. 

"Astarion - I" Tav whispered. Astarion finally came to and unlatched his teeth. His brows knitted together as he licked, and pressed his tongue firmly against her wound to soothe Tav and congeal the blood. He placed a chaste kiss on her neck, and then slowly started releasing her wrist, but Tav let out a breathy whine into his ear and grabbed his left hand, lacing her fingers with his. Perplexed, he looked up at Tav with round eyes. She was gazing at their laced hands. Astarion eyed her fresh puncture marks to make sure the bleeding had seized, and then gently tilted her head to face him. 

Her eyes were wet and filled with lust. Her chest was heaving, her cheeks were flushed, and her pupils were blown out.  "Why did you stop?" Her voice came out breathy, almost a whisper. 

Astarion smirked, "Oh, you sweet, generous thing." 

Tav's left hand came up to touch Astarion's face in a gentle caress while her right hand was still affectionately connected with his left. She eyed his lips, taking in the blood on his chin and swiping it softly with her thumb. Her eyes fluttered back up to meet his gaze, but he was eyeing her lips as she had his. 

Tav's lips were the same colour as her blushing cheeks. They were seductively parted. Astarion's gaze shifted back to Tav's eyes again, as she caressed his face with her thumb. Such a gentle little thing, and after what he had just done to her. He ought to feel shame for taking from her. 'She is so beautiful' he thought. The firelight flickered in her wet, sleepy eyes. Her hair was gorgeously spread amongst her bedroll. She was like an angel, no, a goddess. It was hard to believe she was real, or that someone could even forgive him for what he had done to her, let alone want him to continue. He looked at her with concern in his eyes which were becoming wet themselves.

Tav's hand slithered shakily to the nape of Astarion's neck. "I want you if you'll have me." She smiled earnestly, her eyes curled with her smile like tiny rainbows. She caressed his nape as she did his chin. "Please, Astarion." She sang

His name sounded like a melody on her lips. She was a siren, pulling him in with her song. Pulling him in, to drown in her. Their lips crashed like the waves in the Sea of Fallen Stars. They moaned into each other as their tongues danced around one another's teeth, exploring, and tasting. Astarion didn't want to stop until he had tasted every corner of her maw. Their kiss was bruising and sloppy. Tav made advances with her tongue as well, and she opened her mouth wide enough to let Astarion explore deeply.  Her mouth tasted as minty as it smelled, and his mouth tasted like her blood. He paid extra mind to not hurt her with his fangs. 

One of her hands tangled in his hair and the other hand rested on his back. He pressed his pelvis closer to her's and he groped her soft flesh with one of his hands, hastily exploring her body and reaching under her nightgown to grab her breast. He pinched her nipple and rubbed it between his fingers. Tav let out a higher-pitched moan in his mouth. He snaked his hands down to her exposed and throbbing core. She was unbelievably soaked. Finally lifting his mouth from hers, he looks at her with a smirk and says "You are positively dripping for me, darling." He started rubbing slow circles on her clit and her back arched, seeking more from Astarion.

 She groaned. "I want you inside me, please." Her eyes pleading and her words drifted out in a soft sigh. She was squirming slowly and weakly. The poor thing was so weak from the blood loss.

He peered down at her face which seemed to be blushing more and more, and her skin was now glistening with a thin layer of sweat. "Only because you ask so sweetly." He exclaimed before plunging two digits inside of her, working her open. She hummed in a whiney tone, which only egged him on further. His fingers curled up as he patiently started getting her hole ready for his cock. Her mouth opened and her eyes nearly rolled back into her head. She was the most enchanting creature in all of Faerün. He wanted to do anything for her, and he wanted to bury his cock entirely between her legs.

His free hand pushed her nightgown above her breasts, exposing her naked and writing body to the night air. It hadn't occurred to him until then that they were in the middle of camp. The cleric and the wizard could catch them, but Tav seemed unbothered. Astarion had noticed that his senses were much sharper after drinking Tav's blood. He realized he was confident enough that he would hear anyone coming long before they could see anything. 

His fingers started to pump into her faster, and he palmed her clit. Her breathing became heavy and jagged. "I'm so close! Astarion!" She moaned his name as her pussy fluttered around his digits. He fingered her through her orgasm, only pulling away when she started to twitch at the touch of her clit. She inhaled deeply and let out a groan. Her head fell back and her breasts rose and fell with each exasperated breath. "Hmm, you are wonderful, Astarion." She hummed with a bright smile on her face.

Astarion crept up to meet her eyes with his, "You're unbelievably beautiful." He said sincerely. She looked up at him with her pleading eyes again. He brushed her hair with his fingers and admired her features. He brought her into a molten kiss that both burned and bruised their lips. His hand caressed her naked torso, gripping her in every place he could before landing his strong grasp on her ass. Their kiss flew apart and she let out an exceptionally whiney moan and looked down to where his clothed cock was.

His cock was beginning to strain unbearably against his pants. He expertly unlaced his trousers and his large member sprang free, glistening with precum. He glanced down at her soaking core, her thighs were covered in her cum. He hooked her knees over his biceps and he teased her entrance with his cock. He groaned and exhaled, and looked at her face so he could read her expressions. Her brows scrunched in anticipation.

"Hmmm please fuck me. I want you to fill me up so bad." she sobbed and clenched her jaw. 

Astarion groaned "I love it when you plead for me, little love. Your voice sounds so sweet. Please tell me if you want me to stop, can you do that for me?" 

She bit her lip and looked him in the eye, again with that sweet look on her face. "Mmhm"  she nodded.

He didn't need any more confirmation from her as he slowly sunk his cock into her hole. Her mouth opened slightly and she started breathing heavier. He pulled out all the way and stroked her wetness onto his shaft. He sunk back down into her languidly until he finally was fully inside. He grunted at the feeling, and she was breathing heavier than ever. Her jaw was clenched and her eyes were wet.

"Are you okay, sweet love?" He said with concern as he stilled inside her.

"Mmm yeah. You're just - so big, I've never had someone -reach into me so deeply. It doesn't - hurt, I promise" she spoke softly. Panting throughout her sentence. "It feels, so good" she whined.

His cock twitched at her enthusiasm and she moaned quietly. "Oh darling, I am going to fill you right up," he said as he pulled back and then snapped his hips into her. He leaned down to her and stroked her cheek as he kissed her jaw. "Precious." He whispered in her ear.

He began rutting into her at a consistent pace. She pulled his shirt up to feel more of his skin against hers. She was so warm compared to him, her aura engulfed him like the fire they lay next to, consuming the carbon in a flickering rage. She was so tight, and warm, and wet. He wasn't sure how long he was going to be able to last, but he knew he wanted to make her cum one more time before he finished.

He reached down to her clit, and started rubbing tight quick circles. She moaned between her teeth and the muscles in her legs tensed. Her mouth fell agape and she started panting beautifully. "That's it, good girl. Cum on my cock." 

His words were enough to send her over the edge, and her cunt clenched and fluttered around his cock. He fucked her through her orgasm, only stopping his attention on her nub when she was pulling away. He readjusted her legs atop his shoulders, and her knees were practically beside her head. He was able to reach deeper in her than before, and his cock was hitting her sweet spot at a perfect angle. 

"Do you want me to fill you with my cum, darling? Is that what you want?" He teased as he fucked her mercilessly.

"Yes!" She begged, "Please, I need you to fuck your cum into me!" 

Her lewd suggestion sent him toppling over into his own climax, and he pressed himself deeply into her folded form. Groaning as his head fell to her side, he placed chaste kisses on her neck where he had bitten earlier. She could feel his cock twitching deep inside her, his spend spurting on her walls and dripping down her ass. He pulled out a few inches and then slammed back into her again, stuffing his cock into her deepest depths, making sure that her desires are met and that his seed has thoroughly coated every corner of her tight, quivering hole. 

They stayed connected for many long moments and then eventually they both rolled over to lie on their sides, facing one another. They stared deeply into each other's eyes. Astarion pulled his pants back up, and Tav lay sleepily with her flesh still exposed. "This won't do." He said as he scooped her up with his arms.

"Oh!" She squeaked, as Astarion carried her bridal style to his tent.

He lay Tav down on his bedroll. "One moment, love, I will be right back!" He said with newfound energy.

Astarion searched for one of the most soft fabrics that he had kept for future sewing projects. He found the silky red cloth and he soaked it with water from the river. It was cold, but it will have to do. He made long strides back to his tent to find Tav, who was almost sleeping. 

"This is going to be a bit cold, little bird." He cooed. He then ran the damp cloth along her most vulnerable parts. She hummed sleepily and smiled as he slowly cleaned her up with seemingly the highest degree of care. He then took the same cloth and cleaned himself up briefly. 

The night was warm, but Tav, being alive, was more susceptible to the temperature. He only had his brown boyish blanket in his tent, so he quickly went to Tav's tent and snagged all of her pillows and blankets to bring them back to her in his tent. She was like a sleepy doll. He propped her head up on the softest pillow and covered her body in the warmest blankets. She sleepily hummed with glee, and Astarion looked at her snuggled up in the blankets, admiring his handiwork. 

He changed into a fresh set of night clothes and then joined her under the blankets. He faced her and affectionately brushed his fingers across her cheek and under her ear. His palm rested on her cheek and his thumb stroked her cheekbone. He would speak to her about all this in the morning, and apologize for feasting upon her like a ravenous beast; but for now, she was in his arms and he felt an unyielding desire to take care of her. She nuzzled into him and kissed his hand. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead. She turned around so her backside was facing him. She scooted back to connect with him. His touch was soothing and cool against her under the warm blanket. He froze for a moment at the overwhelming affection, and then he fell into her and held her tight. 

He didn't know exactly what these feelings were, but he knew that this was nice.

They both closed their eyes, and Tav fell into a deep sleep. Astarion began to trance. He didn't know it yet, but this would be the best trance he would have in 200 years.

Author notes:

HEY. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I actually haven't really ever written anything before, and I don't plan on writing anymore. It took a really long time, and it was way harder for me than I thought. The number of times I had to look at synonyms. Ffs... lol. But YEAH. I actually don't have much of an interest in writing anyways so it's all good. Srsly kudos to any of you who are writing fics, especially the lengthy ones. I have no idea how you do it. Every paragraph is a brain fart for me. Please don't mind any mistakes. I used grammarly, and I TRIED MY BEST LOL. ANYWAYS, LOVE YOU, SMOOCHIES.

[musingsofahufflepuff]

Hold Me Close

11th Doctor x gn!reader; fluff

summary: it’s been a long–however long it’s been–and now the Doctor just needs some rest. maybe some comfort is needed too

a/n: took me over a decade to finally watch this show and now I’ve gone and fallen head over heels for Matt Smith. here’s a lil sleepy imagine for ya, sorry if he’s a bit ooc—I just want some fluff. set at no specific point ♡

His skin was warm and soft under your fingertips. Your eyes flicker from his peaceful resting expression to your hand caressing his cheek. He never looks this calm while awake. The childlike glee that surrounded him like a radiant aura was there, but just behind it was something, well, it was hard to describe. Like seeing something move in your peripheral vision or catching a familiar scent from your childhood, for a split second it was there and the next—gone.

With a small sigh, you push the thought from your head. You had just gotten back from running for your lives yet again and the thoughts swarming and circling in your mind were starting to give you a headache. And truth be told, you worried about him. Sure, he was over 900 years old and had experienced so much but-

The Doctor almost seemed to sense your stress and rolled over a bit, shifting onto his back almost an invitation for you to rest your head upon his chest. And who were you to deny such an invitation?

Careful not to jostle him, you scoot closer and lower your head against him. The sound of his two hearts beating and his scent are oddly comforting, drawing you further into him. Before you’re consciously aware of it, you’re burying yourself in him; arms come up to wrap around his torso completely of their own accord. On what can only be described as reflex, arms are returning the motion and suddenly you’re locked against the man you’ve been wanting for so long.

A sound of contentment perhaps? rumbles out of his chest, firing up a wave a butterflies in your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, willing the feeling to go away or at least settle down. But it doesn’t. You feel hot where his arms hold you and, you suppose, so does everywhere else he’s touching.

It takes several minutes, but your body finally manages to calm back down. The fluttery feeling isn’t completely gone, but gets quickly replaced with a jolt of panic when the doctor shifts under you.

You maneuver your head in his grip to look up at his face and your panic is justified by the fact that he seems to be waking up. Squirming in a futile attempt to release yourself from his grasp only makes it worse as his hold tightens.

“What are you trying to get away for?” His eyes are still closed, voice laced with a hint of exhaustion but still matter of fact as always.

The silence pierces the air and lingers for a few moments before his eyes blearily blink open.

You’ve turned your head away but you can feel his gaze on you, blush rising on your cheeks. “Uh, no reason.”

“You can go if you’d like, but” he hesitates and you wonder if it’s because he’s somehow unsure of himself.

“Do you want me to stay Doctor?” Try as you might, your voice trembles slightly at the fear of him suddenly rejecting you.

His grip never falters but his tone drops, “please,” it reminds you of the tone he had when he told you he was the last of his kind, wandering the whole of time and space. You remember the look on his face— how could you ever forget— a man who, whether he’d admit it aloud or not, desperately needed comfort.

“I’m not going anywhere,” your tone is hushed to match his, arms finding their way back around him. You feel lips press onto the top of your head and releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you sink back down into his embrace.

[aqwnstars]

Incubus!Scaramouche x GN (Afab) Reader

Pronouns used: You, yours.

CW: Dacryphilia, breeding (consentual), fingering, degrading (use of 'whore' 'slut' etc.) , reader is a virgin

(Dm me if I've missed any!)

Word count: 2.7k

<3 Hi hi!! I finally decided to post something, and what better way to start it off than with a bang (HAHA LITERALLY SIDNDN (im so funny))

DISCLAIMER: EVERYTHING IS CONSENTUAL. SCARAMOUCHE DOES NOT USE ANY SPELLS OR POWERS TO SEDUCE READER. I DO NOT WRITE/SUPPORT NONCON.

nsfw under the cut!!

Fleeting desires

It was an oddly quiet night at the bustling city you lived in as you walked home from the get together your work colleagues put together. You felt a bit tipsy as you walked, but still had your guard up for anything suspicious going on. Your pace quickened as you got an unnerving feeling in your bones, as if someone was watching you.

After a terrifying 10 minutes of walking you finally made it outside of your apartment, you took your keys out, putting it in the lock before you felt a hot breath against your neck. You shudder at the feeling as you quickly turn around, your sight being met with a short man with horns and a tail.

"Oh, your reactions are priceless, human." The incubus, from what you figured sneered at you, licking his lips seductively. You could feel your body getting hotter from the mere seconds you've spent around him.

"W-who are you?!" You stutter, blinking as you feel yourself getting turned on just by looking at him, prompting you to look away. "Keep your eyes on me, lowly creature." He demanded, and you couldn't help but obey his orders. "Hm, you're quick to obey orders, I like that." He commented, his voice becoming raspy and low.

"How about I give you the best experience of your life, and you give me your.. energy, hm?" He says, stepping closer to you, oh how inviting his voice was. "S-sure-- L-let me just--" You mumble, unable to bring yourself to resist him as you unlocked the door and let him in. As the two of you walk to your bedroom he suddenly grabs your hand, pulling you into a kiss, making you yelp in surprise. He took advantage of your open mouth as he slid his tongue in, swirling and exploring your mouth. His kisses seemed desperate and needy, as if he was starving to touch someone. You whimpered as he finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you as he does so. "I'll like this more than I thought I would." He said, chuckling before pulling off your top.

The cold night air hit your chest as he threw your top somewhere behind, his deep indigo eyes only focusing on you, as if he's a predator watching his next meal, which in a way is true. He didn't waste an extra second before his lips were all over your neck, reaching down to your collarbone as he licked all over your skin, relishing in the slightly salty taste of your skin.

A groan left his mouth as he bit into your sensitive flesh, sucking and licking at it for a few seconds before pulling away, admiring his work with a smug look on his face. The look in his eyes made your legs pudding as you sat down on your soft bed, your fingers gribbing the bedsheets as an attempt of calming yourself as you looked up at him.

"The desprate look in your eyes, it's so charming, but so pathetic." He mocked you, yet you couldn't help but feel shivers on your skin at his words. You mumbled something quietly, your eyes looking at your thighs in shame.

"Oh, come on, you surely aren't hurt by my words dear?" His voice was calmer and softer than the previous time he spoke, as if he's trying to comfort you, the look in his eyes said otherwise though. You shake your head, biting your lip before speaking more clearly; "P.. please touch me." You say weakly, but his eyes just lit up with lust and need.

He stepped closer to you, and another step, and another until he stood right in front of you. He climbed the bed, placing his knee between your thighs and spreading them as he started to crawl on the bed, his voice was low and seductive as he whispered onto your neck,

"Beg for me to fuck you.." He smirked before biting and sucking at your nape, making a gasp of pleasure leave your lips.

"Plead for me to pound my incubus cum into you, to make you my personal whore, hm?" He pulled away from your neck, looking at you, his eyes looked so beautiful under the moon's light, they shined with the desire and need to feel your body. You felt your skin shiver at his glare, gulping your pride away as you spoke.

"P-please fuck me dumb.." You looked away, feeling your dignity die within your soul, yet he just shook his head "Not enough. I need you to beg."

You sighed, ultimately deciding your pride is worthless compared to the demon on top of you. You tilt your head towards his as you spoke: "I..I need you so bad, p-please.. I want your cum f-filling my insides..!!"

You exclaimed, almost loudly. You closed your eyes, feeling your cheeks become redder by the second.

Scaramouche nods proudly before speaking, his tail touching the inside of your thighs, going up and down.

"Still shy, but I'll make you into my personal bitch in heat, don't you worry." He laughs as he takes your chin, forcing you to look at him as you open your eyes.

"I'll fuck you until your mind goes blank, the only thought on your dumbfucked mind will be my cock, my cum and me." He said smugly, a confident and possessive tone in his voice, rather out of character for an incubus. His lips curled into a smirk as he licked your lips, forcing his way in as he kissed you, his hands roaming across your body, touching every curve on your body as you moaned in the kiss.

He pulled away swiftly, looking at the desprate lust in your eyes as you let out a quiet whine. His hands placed themselves on your hips as he grinded his knee to your clothed clit, making you gasp in surprise that quickly turned into moans of pleasure.

He loved seeing you get so worked up over just grinding on his knee, you didn't even realize it but he stopped moving. You close your eyes as you whined loudly, your hips moving by themselves to grind harder on his knee.

"Look at you, already so pathetic for me and I didn't even do a thing to you."

He laughed audibly, but it felt as if you couldn't hear him as you moaned, right before he removed his knee that is.

"H-hey?! Wh-why'd you do that?"

You ask, pouting at him as he repositioned himself, taking your legs and putting them around his waist, bringing you closer to him. "Shut up slut." He scoffed, before smirking at your reddened face. You obviously weren't used to being degraded, but hearing his voice call you disgusting and degrading things was so arousing to you. You didn't know how Scaramouche knew exactly the things he needed to do and say to get you off, but he exceeded any expectations you've had for him.

His fingers grip at your pants, quickly pulling them off as you snap back into reality. Scaramouche stared at your underwear which has wet spots on it, his tail flicked in delight as he pressed his index finger on your clothed clit, swirling around it, making you squirm and whine.

From all the humans he's fucked throughout the 500 years he has been alive, he never saw one this desprate for him, this obsessed over his touch. His cold heart felt warmer by how many noises you make just by him teasing you with one finger. It almost makes him think you're a virgin, well if you were it'd be better for him.

He removed his finger which resulted in you whining from the loss of pleasure. "No need to whine so much, I know how desprate you are, and I get it." He laughed brfore he grabbed your underwear, swiftly pulling it off and throwing it on the floor.

His indigo eyes looked as if they were glowing in the dark as he spread your legs, revealing your dripping and wet cunt. His lips curled into a smirk at the sight of your body showing it's desperation for his touch.

He hadn't even user any charm powers on you, oh no this was all your desire. "You're so wet for me, I didn't even have to use any spells or charms, you're just a slut huh?"

He laughed, using his finger to stimulate your clit before inserting his middle finger in, your gummy walls stretching around it. Soft and quiet moans left your lips as he started thrusting his finger in, the wet noises that were coming from your pussy were so loud as he added his ring finger in.

"Do you feel my fingers stretching your hole?" He asked, his hot breath against your neck, making you shudder in pleasure. You nod, not trusting your tongue to do anything but moan and babble nonsense.

He smirked at the lack of audible response he got, quickly pulling out his fingers before taking your face, tilting your head to him. "Speak. I didn't understand you, human." His indigo eyes looked at you with full attention, his sharp canines showing with the smirk that was on his lips.

"Y-yes I feel your fingers s-stretching my hole.." You stutter, looking away from him in shame but he just scoffed; "Look at me when you speak." You took in a breath as you look at him, repeating yourself.

"Good bitch." He laughed as he lowered his head down on your neck, his warm tongue swirling on it before he sunk his teeth in as he inserted his fingers in and out of you again. You tilt your head back as you moan, feeling a knot form in your stomach, your legs were shaking as you whined loudly.

"I-i'm gonna cum!!" You whine loudly, tears falling from yohr eyes as you close them. The demon smiled at you, though you couldn't see it. He removed his lips from your neck before licking your tears, starting from your chin ending near your eyes.

You looked so pretty to him, though he'd never tell you that. Your cheeks red, tears shiny and glossy from your tears. How loud you moaned for him? He loved everything about this new human of his. That's right, you're now his human.

"Do you wanna cum, hm? You wanna break all over my fingers, like a whore?"

He spoke smugly, the smirk on his face never disappearing. You nodded your head up and down, your voice stuttering; "Y-yes! I wanna cum so badly, p-please!!"

"I'll allow you to cum if you tell me who owns you, pathetic human~" He purred into your ear as his fingers stopped.

You couldn't resist anything, it was him we're talking about after all.

"I-i'm yours, a-and you own me!! P-please let me cum!!" You whined, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the bedsheets harshly. He finally obliged, thrusting his fingers again. "I own you, hm?" His voice was raspy and loe as he continued; "Cum for me, cum for your master." Your walls clenched around his fingers as you quickly came undone, the know in your stomach snapping as you scream in pleasure.

Your body twitched as you fell onto your back, short pants leaving your lips as you try to catch your breath. Scaramouche pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean, a soft moan leaving his lips due to the sweet taste. You were so intoxicating to him, he doesn't think he can simply leave you after this ordeal, not when you're this sweet and adorable for him.

Your eyes look at him before quickly looking away, too embarrassed to see how he was licking his fingers, your eyes dart to his shorts, more speficically the tent in them. Eyes widening, you feel yourself getting turned on again, the thought of you, a lowly human making an incubus so needy for you?

Everything felt like a blur, you don't even remember how quickly Scaramouche took off his shorts, and how quickly he started to thrust into you. You're too drunk on his cock to think about anything clearly. Your voice was sore as you moaned, nails digging into his back as he moved his hips back and forth, his cock hitting the sensitive spot again and again.

"Y-you're so tight, are you a virgin? C-couldn't believe it, from how slutty you were." The incubus moaned, his hips never wavering, sweat drops started to form on his forehead, leaning his head into your neck he bit it, sucking on it as his hips suddenly stopped. He removed his lips from your neck and looked at you, his breath short pants before he asked; "Are you a virgin?" You couldn't form your words, you could barely hear him infact, but you nodded, confirming his suspicion.

He smirked at the revelation, one of his hands placing itself at your hip while the other took your chin, his voice became calm and collected; "Oh, I'm your first time? .. An honor indeed." He licked his lips, before leaning into yours. He had never met a virgin who's this needy and, well, who's this good at feeding him.

You were confused on why he had asked that, does it matter whether or not you lost your virginity, but the way the look on his eyes suddenly shifted tone felt intoxicating to you. How he stared down at you, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he panted, it's as if a switch has been turned on inside of him.

His breath started to become less controled, his face turning red as his smirk widened. You couldn't help but be more aroused at his state, as if he's going feral.

Little did you know, that he wanted to mark you as his human. For you to only need him, to only want him. Scaramouche felt something akin to a string dragging him to you, he felt like a moth to flame when he saw you. It was so out of his character to want a pathetic human like yourself, and he hated how much he needed you.

Yet he couldn't help himself, his tail wrapped itself around your thigh, his hips started to thrust again, this time his pace was faster than it was earlier, all you could hear is skin slapping against skin, Scaramouche's groans and your moans.

He felt his orgasm nearing, and sensed yours too. He looked at you, lust and longing in his eyes as he asked, his voice trembling; "C-can I cum inside? And m-make you mine?" His voice sounded so soft and genuine, a contrast to his harsh and fast thrusting.

Scaramouche wouldn't dare mark you as his without consent, something the other incubus do. He doesn't know why, but if he marked you without permission he knew you'd resent him, and the unfamiliar yet welcome string would break.

You nodded, grabbing his face and pulling him into a kiss. Your lips danced against one another, his cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly. You felt your walls clench around his cock as you came undone once more, whines and moans leaving your lips as he continued to fuck you.

"A-archons you're even tighter now.." He sighed out as his pace quickened, his hands gribbing and bruising your hips.

"You w-wanna be my personal whore so badly don't you?" He panted, a whimper leaving his lips as you nodded, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he did one final thrust before finishing inside you.

Ropes of white sticky cum filled up your womb, your body twitched in overwhelming pleasure as he calmed down from his orgasm.

He pulled out, looking at how his cum was pooling out of you, and suddenly he got a rush of energy as he saw an unknown symbol appearing around your stomach, a symbol that represented him.

"We can't let my cum just spill out of you can we? No.. I have to fill you up again." He smirked, leaning down to kiss your neck before lining himself against your pussy again. This is going to be a long night.

-- but he has to make sure you know who you belong to, right?

[moonswolfie]

Very interesting

Oikawa x gn!reader

I thought about an oikawa x reader with this dynamic:

so here we are, also you (the reader) hates him at first and have no knowledge of volleyball outside the basics

Today, you were dragged by your friends to a game of volleyball. They wanted to see some guy in your school they're currently obsessing over called Oikawa Tooru. They constantly rave on about how perfect and hot he is. You did become kind of curious as to what he's like, even if you didn't want to spend your afternoon at a volleyball game watching him.

As the players entered the court, you thought about excusing yourself to the bathroom and then just leaving. Sure, your friends are going to hound you for it later but you really didn't feel like sitting here right now.

Suddenly, all the girls sat around you started squealing and screaming Oikawa's name and you quickly looked down on the court to find a guy with fluffy brown hair and an attractive face smiling and waving back at the crowd.

Huh. So this is Oikawa. I mean, he is physically attractive, and you can see why your friends are crushing on him, but he just seems so vanilla. Just like every other "popular hot guy".

And needless to say, you dislike that kind of guy. They're always arrogant and let it get to their head when their only good quality is that they have a pretty face.

Now you really wanted to leave.

You got up, fully intending on leaving when you felt your arm being pulled on. "No, you're freaking not. Sit down." your friend pulled you back, and you sat down in your seat, crossing your arms and huffing.

Well, you can always distract yourself by daydreaming, you suppose. You tried your best to ignore the annoying screeches of all the fangirls around you but it was simply impossible. So you sighed, attempting to cure your boredom by watching the volleyball fly around.

Your eyes wandered from player to player, eventually landing on Oikawa. His face at that moment looked unlike anything you expected. It looked serious, intense, focused. A complete contrast to the flirty smile earlier.

His face suddenly felt real, now that he wasn't wearing a plastic smile.

Even though you don't know much about volleyball, you can feel the practiced precision in his movements. It's quite scary how he does so with such a calm, relaxed face.

It draws you in, and you hate that it does.

You don't know what kind of player he is, but he always moves to the middle after someone gets the ball up and he tosses it to someone. Somehow, you can tell he does the job well. Terrifyingly so.

It makes his carefree smile look oddly horrifying.

"Huh, maybe he is more than a pretty-" You shut that thought down before you could even finish it. You're getting too worked up over him. And yet you can't stop looking.

All of a sudden, his eyes meet yours.

You quickly averted your gaze. That must have just been your imagination, right? He has a game of volleyball to play, after all. He wouldn't look into the crowd of mostly fangirls during a time like this.

The whistle blows, indicating a time out, one of the things you can assume happens in a match of volleyball. Your eyes slowly travel back down to the court, only to find Oikawa still staring at you.

You jump a little, immediately looking away again. Just what is up with this enigma of a guy?! You heard a couple of fangirls and your friends scream beside you, wondering if Oikawa is looking at them.

You rolled your eyes, cringing at the behaviour of his fangirls. And yet, your eyes reluctantly moved back to him, and as soon as he noticed, he gave you a playful smirk, winking at you.

His fangirls freaked out, swearing up and down that he winked at them as you just kind of sat there, regretting looking at him again. You were about to shoot him an annoyed glare when one of his teammates hit the back of his head, yelling something you couldn't hear.

You huffed a laugh. That's what he gets for not paying attention.

You had quite a bit of trouble surviving the rest of the game, having to balance in between looking at the match and looking away to avoid making eye contact with him again.

After everyone around you suddenly began cheering the school name happily and the fangirls became obnoxiously loud, you knew your school won. You thanked the gods it was finally over and quickly got up, sliding through the crowd of fangirls to get the hell outta there.

You ignored your friends who were yelling your name, quickly getting off the stadium stands and making your way to the exit.

"Finally..." you thought as the exit of the stadium entered your vision.

You calmly walked to it without a care in the world, when you felt yourself being pushed lightly against the wall and hand making a *bang* noise as it hit the wall beside you.

The one pushing you to a wall is none other than Oikawa Tooru. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowing a bit.

He looked out of breath, panting heavily with slightly flushed cheeks. Did this guy seriously just run away from his coach and teammates to catch you before you could leave? His eyes had a wild gleam in them, one that made you feel like you were his pray. It was similar to the look he had in his eyes during the match. You shivered.

His face switched almost instantly into a flirty smile, and he breathlessly greeted you. The way he did that made you oddly unnerved. Is this how his opponents feel during a match, too?

He looked at you expectantly, confidently waiting for your reaction.

"What do you want?" you said, raising a brow. His eyes visibly widened for a second at your unbothered tone, and you smirked on the inside. "Oh, were you expecting me to freak out and ask to date you, perhaps?" you teased him in your head.

He quickly covered his surprise with another flirty smile. "Can I have your number, hmmm?" he said, leaning closer.

"And why should I give it to you?" you asked, turning your face away casually.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his cheeks flush red with embarrasment. "Oh come on, you know you want to." his tone sounded significantly less confident, even if he tried covering it up.

"Do I?" you said, smirking a little. You watched as his face flushed completely red. Seems he was completely embarrased by the fact his flirting attempts failed. He must not be used to his flirting failing.

God, you want to tease him right now.

"Well, um- I..." the rest of the sentence died off, and you were left just staring at each other awkwardly.

"If that's it, I'll be going now." you turned calmly and walked away, leaving a malfunctioning Oikawa all by himself. "Wait! Where are you going?!" you heard him yell behind you, clearly distressed.

In front of the door, you stopped walking, crossing your arms.

"Oh, and by the way, fake smiles don't suit you."

You pushed open the door, not looking behind you at all. As soon as you knew you were out of sight, you laughed to yourself.

How interesting. Very very interesting.

This turned out way more mean than I expected lol

Somehow I don't feel too proud of this one... I kinda hate writing mean readers like this but come on the DRAMAAAA 😫

[imaginesforeons]

Can we get some more stuff with your yandere! nanami? it could be anything like even your headcanons about how he treats his darling ! I really like the way you write him!

Yes!! Any excuse to write my man. I hope this is ok, and if you want more, feel free to ask.

Not Your Room (Yandere!Nanami x Reader)

~You wake up somewhere completely foreign to you~

CW: Past kidnapping. Yandere Nanami. Vomiting but that's because reader is dizzy.

Word Count: 1,178

Reqs are OPEN! At the top of my page you can see what fandoms I write for, so DM me with your ideas!

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You woke up in a bed that was not your own.

The first thing you’re aware of is a weight across your legs, then a warmth around your body, and, finally, the plush sensation of sheets and pillows cradling you. It was almost enough to drag you back down to the impossibly deep sleep you fought your way out of. Almost, but not quite, because this was not your bed.

You took a moment to breathe, bracing yourself before opening your eyes, only to wish you’d kept them shut.

You weren’t in your bed, and you were definitely not in your room. All of it was completely foreign, so unlike your own home that you might as well have stepped into a separate country for how unfamiliar everything was. The room was dimmed with only one lamp on, but you could see off-white walls and beige curtains, no colorful accents but for the single blue throw draped over a chair in a corner. It was like the owner had never dared impress any of their own personality into the room, and you had woken up in an interior design catologue. 

Could you be hospitalized? If you were, wherever they had put you was surely thousands of dollars out of your budget. It was bland, yes, but just from a single glance you could tell that everything was top quality.

You forced your body to sit up with a grunt, limbs oddly heavy, casting your eyes around the room, searching for your things, only to pause. Beside a door was a pair of shoes; a pair of men’s shoes. If you were in a hospital, it would make no sense for a man to leave his shoes in your room, not if they were a doctor or visitor. You swallowed, and this time looked around the room with new eyes. Other than the shoes, you saw a bedside table with a book resting on the top, a suitcase set on the chair that held the blue afgan, and opposite from you bed was a door cracked open just enough for you to see a bathroom rug.

You weren’t in a hospital, you were in someone’s house. You stiffened, and you found yourself fisting your hands into the white sheets beneath you.

Your panic was cut off when you heard the creak of a doorknob turning. Jerking, you slid from the bed to stand and hide from whoever was coming, but instead you nearly crumpled to the ground. A sudden dizziness overtook you, black speckled at the corners of your vision, and a rushing pounded through your ears, deafening and clouding everything around you.

“-sy. Take deep breaths.” A voice, also male, broke through to you, and you felt calloused hands guide you back to the bed.

“Where-” You paused, rubbing your temples, a headache building up in your skull. “Where am I?”

You glanced up and gasped. Brown eyes behind wire glasses, blond hair professionally slicked back, a sharp face; you knew this man. Every Thursday, you’d go to a bakery a block from your house, treating yourself to something sweet. Exactly at eight in the morning, the man in front of you would walk in, buy the same thing every time, then leave. Never had the two of you shared words, or smiles, or anything more than a quick glance. What was he doing here?

“Stay calm,” your bakery aquiantance said as he guided your head back to the pillows. “You’ve been through a trauma.”

“A trauma?” you muttered. “What do you mean?”

“I can’t give you all the details yet. For now, just focus on relaxing.”

You found yourself lying back in bed, staring at the ceiling, mind trying to process what was being said yet falling oddly flat.

Suddenly, your vision was obscured as he reached for your face, and you didn't have any time to flinch back before his hands grabbed your head. Big was the only word that came to mind, before fingers were gently massaging at your scalp.

That felt nice. Your eyes started to droop, and you felt yourself sinking into that strange fog you had just struggled from. You were nearly asleep, gentle, strong fingers massaging your neck, when a thread of anxiety worked its way through you.

“My parents!” you exclaimed, sitting back up again. “I have to call them! Where’s my phone?”

The blond man sat back, dropping his hands from your face. “I’m afraid you can’t do that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, then winced. Your head was hurting again.

“I mean you can’t have your cellphone or any other electronics without my supervision.” He put his hand on your sternum, urging you back, but you pushed him away.

You thrashed, throwing off your blankets. “What the fack does that mean?” you snapped, swinging your feet over the bed. “Where’s my phone? Where’s the rest of my shit?”

“Easy,” he soothed. “Too much movement might make you dizzy. I’m not sure how you’ll react with the drugs.” 

You felt an icy cold work its way down your back.

“You drugged me?” you hissed. Now that he’d admitted to it, you did feel heavy, dizzy in a way that not even alcohol could accomplish. Even the anger you felt towards the man for what he didn’t was only there for a moment before guttering out, like a weak flame fed with damp wood.

“With propofol, yes. It’s a common anesthetic used in hospitals and other healthcare settings.”

You had to get out of here. You had to run. Stomach churning, you rolled to the opposite end of the bed, away from him, falling to the ground with a thump. You whimpered, clutching at your head. It felt like you were drowning in cotton.

Arms wrapped around you, lifting you into their hold effortlessly. A horrible vertigo washed over you, and you gripped the man’s shirt collar in front of you to at least try to stay in control.

“‘m gonna puke,” you mumbled. And then you did. All over the plush carpet.

You could feel a sigh travel through the man’s body as he stepped carefully over your mess, carrying you towards the bathroom.

“If you felt sick you should have told me earlier,” he said. It made you feel like you were being scolded.

“If you hadn’t drugged me I wouldn’t be sick,” you snapped, before being set on a toilet seat. “I have bad reactions to propofol. It makes me nauseated.”

It was hard to be angry at him. It was hard to be anything; it felt like you had an empty hole in your chest, swallowing up every emotion you tried to muster. It was the propofol, surely. A garbage can was settled between your feet before a cool hand, strong and steady, massaged the delicate nape of your neck.

You stared into the empty can, and tried to cherish the feeling. As soon as the drugs wore off and you got your lucidity back, things would be infinitely worse. Soon, everything would be real.

[writeforfandoms]

Born for Greatness 6

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You may have noticed this is now chapter 6 of 9! There are 8 official chapters and then there will be one bonus chapter with the 141 pack and Logan interacting.

This chapter, you have a very hard time. But not everything is bad.

Warnings: Swearing, attachment issues, John Price is his own warning, more world building and shifter behavior, pack cuddles definitely need their own warning. Discussion of reader's past and issues. Bodily throwing reader into a cold pond.

John Price x f!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Something shifted after that movie night. Suddenly, Price was everywhere - checking up on you, watching you while he worked with rookies, ensuring you ate. 

And as much as Logan liked to tease you that you were wilfully blind, you knew what this kind of behavior meant, especially coming from him. 

He was treating you as pack. 

You weren’t sure what surprised you more - the treatment, or the lack of protest from Logan. Logan did watch Price any time they were in the same room, but he was being oddly calm about everything. 

Which just meant you were mentally braced for something to blow up. 

But you finally got the make-up class for the last group of soldiers scheduled. You ignored the fact that Logan followed you to class, taking a seat back behind you. 

That class went off without a hitch, which… was good. It was. It was a good thing.

Even if the continued good behavior of the soldiers meant you were that much closer to being done with your job here. Really, there were just a few things left on your to-do list.

You tried hard not to feel disappointed about that.

Especially when the order from LoveSac arrived. That was a big item off your list. You mostly watched as the pack (plus Logan) got the pieces set up in the rec room, although you did smile when Soap threw himself onto the finished product with a low groan. 

“Ye were right,” he mumbled, just barely audible to you. “This is great.”

You laughed quietly. “I’m glad you approve.” But the pang of your heart must not have been as concealed as you’d hoped - three heads swiveled to look at you: Ghost, Price, and Logan. “You lot should get comfortable, make it feel more like home,” you said, quickly looking away from the shifters. “Soap’s got the right idea, take a nap.” 

Your phone ringing gave you the perfect excuse to escape, which you took. Your feet moved on autopilot as you listened to the woman on the other end of the call, making the appropriate noises at the appropriate times. 

You weren’t even surprised when you found yourself outside. It was just that kind of day, clearly. It couldn’t just be one thing, it had to be multiple things at once. You thanked the woman softly and hung up. 

Briefly, you debated climbing up onto the roof of the barracks again. But you dismissed the thought. Not this time. You needed to actually start tackling this problem. 

“Bad news?”

You yelped, fumbling your phone as you whirled to face Price. “I swear I’m going to put a fucking bell on you.” 

“Sorry.” This time he actually sounded like he meant it, hands out at his sides, eyes very blue before you yanked your gaze back down to your phone. 

“It’s fine.” You blew out a breath, leaning over to grab your phone and wipe it off, avoiding looking at him. 

“What happened?” He shifted closer, slowly, carefully. 

“Nothing I can’t handle.” You shrugged off his concern with a little smile. “Don’t worry about it.” 

He chuckled quietly, taking another step closer to you. “I’m the alpha,” he rumbled, “which means it’s my job to worry.”

You huffed something almost a laugh. “I suppose so.” You rubbed one hand over your face, pressing your thumb and forefinger into your eyes until stars burst in the darkness under your eyelids. “Apparently, there was a fire in my apartment complex and the whole thing is closed off pending investigation. There was some damage to my apartment, but I have no idea how much.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Price murmured, low and gentle and closer than you expected. “Do you need to go?”

“No, won’t do me any good.” You let your hand drop back to your side, blinking a few times to get rid of the last few spots in your vision. “Besides, I’m almost done here.”

“That so?” He tipped his head at you.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “The LoveSac was the last big thing. Just need to do another day or two of observing everyone, and then I can sign off on everything.” 

“So you’re a day or two away from being done with this job.” He crossed his arms loosely over his chest. 

“Yes.”

“Stay here.”

You blinked up at him, sure you’d misheard him. “...What?” 

“Stay here,” he offered again, watching you closely. “For as long as you want.”

“But I’m not military,” was the first thing out of your mouth. You were still a little bit in shock.

“I’ll take care of that.” One big hand settled over the back of your neck, warm and soothing. “Think about it, hm? All you have to do is tell me yes or no.” 

“Okay,” you agreed quietly, a little bewildered still. “I will… let you know.” 

He nodded, squeezing gently. You could have melted. Your eyes fluttered closed and you had to force them back open again, holding steady against him. “Call me John.” 

You blinked, eyes blowing wide. “Okay. John.” 

“Come back inside,” he suggested, ever so gently tugging you forward. “Join the boys. Relax a bit, eh?” 

You thought about resisting, about writing up the report that you really should be working on, about the half-dozen other little things you could do. Thought about the big things that needed doing too, like finding a new apartment.

And then you gave in with a sigh. “Yeah, alright,” you agreed, allowing the comforting warmth of his hand at the nape of your neck to guide you forward. “For a little while.” 

Price - John - didn’t relinquish his grip on you until you were back in the rec room. Logan was gone, but you didn’t have time to ask where he’d gone, because Soap got up from the LoveSac to grab you from John. 

“Ye alright?” he asked, tucking you under his arm easily as he guided you to the napping spot. 

“Getting there.” You shrugged, unwilling to go into things again. You were busy shoving your feelings down. 

Soap nodded, searching your expression, before he grinned. “Hey, LT. Incoming.” 

You had approximately a second to think oh shit before Soap tumbled you over the back of the couch, somehow avoiding Gaz. 

And landing you right in front of the cheetah.

Ghost simply blinked at you languidly, nose twitching as he sniffed you. You blinked back at him, holding very still. Not that you really thought he’d do anything to hurt you, but still. 

You did startle when he laid half-across you, purring. Oh. Oh that was really kind of nice, actually. The purring was soothing, and the weight of him was nice (since he wasn’t fully laying on you), and it was all too easy to go lax. 

“Ye never purr like that at me,” Soap grumbled, pout clear in his voice. 

“Hush.” That was John, soft but still in charge. 

There was a little grumble and then Soap flopped over around you, his head near yours and his body curled to fit into the free space around you. Which you noticed when you opened one eye to look at him, curious. 

“Alpha-mandated nap time,” Soap murmured with faux-gravitas, eyes twinkling. “Ghost reinforced.”

You snorted and closed your eye again. “Guess so,” you agreed softly. You felt the couch dip near your feet and someone tugged your shoes off. But you didn’t bother checking this time. Didn’t matter if it was Gaz or John - either way you were safe and warm, and still had a purring cheetah laying on you. 

Really, there was nothing for you to do but relax, soothed to sleep by the gentle rumbling. 

You had no idea how long you slept, but you woke to gentle nudging, and blinked blearily. You were still surrounded by warmth, although Ghost was no longer laying on you. 

“Time to get up,” John murmured, low and rumbling. 

You wrinkled your nose, sitting up slowly. “Time ‘s it?” 

“Almost dinner time.” John gave you a bit of space, watching as you cracked your neck and blinked several times. 

“Right.” You puffed out a breath. Ghost blinked at you from his spot on top of Soap, ears flicking towards you. “If you ever want an alternate career, I think that’s the fastest I’ve ever fallen asleep,” you joked. 

Ghost snorted at you, one paw batting at you, slowly, playfully. He was even being careful of his claws. Aw, he did like you! 

John offered you a hand up to get off the couch, which you accepted. Gaz handed over your shoes, and you left with the two of them, giving Soap and Ghost time. 

Somehow, you were still surprised when the two shifters coordinated to seat you between them. 

At some point, you were going to have a massive freak out about this. You could tell. 

But not today.

You did beg off after dinner, though, going to take a shower and do a bit of actual work. That report wasn’t going to write itself.

Not that you were using work as an excuse not to think about what you wanted. Of course not. You’d never. 

But when your vision blurred and the words ran together on the screen, you finally gave up, pressing your palms against your eyes. 

Maybe you should take a vacation. Maybe you should finish up here and go back to Canada with Logan for a little while. Get some space to clear your head, examine everything objectively. Take some space to decide if this was really a good idea. Logan would let you stay with him, he always did. 

Plus that would give you a chance to get your living situation figured out, since your current apartment was no longer viable. 

You groaned softly, pushing your palms harder into your face. No. No more thinking about this tonight. You needed sleep, not an anxiety spiral. 

Even so, it took you a while to fall asleep, schedule knocked out of whack from the nap earlier and your own stress.

So of course someone pounding on your door far too early in the morning had you jolting out of bed, bleary-eyed, head pounding angrily with the lack of sleep. You yanked the door open, teeth bared, ready to rip a new hole into whoever woke you up.

Only to be rudely pushed past as Logan made his way into your room, uninvited. 

“Get dressed,” he ordered, giving you a quick once over. “We’re going out.”

“Where?” The word was still grouchy but you were already closing the door, aware this was not an argument you would win. 

“Outside.” 

You flashed your teeth at him, thoroughly unimpressed, but got dressed anyway. 

Logan didn’t speak again until the two of you were outside, starting a patrol of the perimeter. It was completely unnecessary, considering this was an active base, but clearly Logan needed it. 

“Are you staying?”

You nearly stopped out of surprise, blinking at him. “What?” 

Logan shot you a look that said all kinds of derogatory things about your intelligence. “He offered you a place here. Are you going to stay?” 

“I don’t–” You sighed, short and sharp. “I haven’t decided.” 

“You’re being stubborn.”

“It’s more complicated than that and you know it.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Is it?” Logan shook his head, steering you along. “You like them. You trust them. You’ve been given an offer to stay.”

“I still have things back home to take care of,” you shot back. “It would make doing my job more difficult. They’re gone I don’t even know how much.” 

“People make it work all the time.” Logan shrugged. “If you want it, you’ll make it work. If you don’t, let ‘em down easy and come back with me.” 

“I was thinking of taking a bit of time off to think about it.”

“Nope.” Logan snorted, shaking his head. “You’ll use the space to procrastinate on making an actual decision and run away.”

You narrowed your eyes at Logan. “Rude,” you growled. But he wasn’t exactly wrong, was the thing. 

"So. Do you want it?" Logan stopped the two of you beside a pond, looking out over the water. He at least gave you a bit of space by not looking at you. 

You blew out a hard breath. Did you want it? Yes. But you didn't know if it was the right call, if it was a good call. You could probably think of a thousand reasons why you shouldn't. 

A hand in your pocket jerked you out of your musings, and you had just enough time to look at Logan in outrage before he shoved you. Hard. 

You shrieked as you fell. Straight into the pond. Cold water enveloped you, briefly filling your mouth until you touched the bottom and failed your way back up to the surface. And spat out the water. 

"FUCK!" You whipped your head around to glare at Logan, dripping and cold. "LOGAN!" 

“It’s a simple yes or no question, kid.” Logan stood above you, your phone safely in his hands.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You started up the bank and out of the pond… only to halt when Logan got in your way.

“No snowbanks here,” he drawled. “You gonna answer the question?” 

“No, I don’t think I will.” You stepped to the side, intending to go around him.

And ended up falling straight back into the water. 

This time, Logan started talking while you were wiping the water from your eyes, ignoring the chill seeping through your skin. 

“They’re not like your foster parents, kid. You know that.”

You froze half-way through trying to climb out. Shouted words and slamming doors echoed in your head, and for a moment you felt very small. Then you shook yourself, lips twisting in a grimace. “I know that,” you spat. “Also, which fucking foster parents?”

“All of them.” Logan tucked your phone in his pocket so he could cross his arms over his chest. “They’re not gonna get sick of you and give up on you, kid.”

Your heart ached at that. The water was looking very tempting again, suddenly. You could just walk away from this absolute train wreck of a conversation. 

“What are you doing?” You looked at Logan, hands clenched into fists to hide the trembling. 

“Knocking you outta your own stubborn head.” Logan kept his gaze steady on you. “I can do this all day, kid.”

And he could. You knew because you’d tested him only once as a teen. 

Guess you were having a conversation about your traumas this morning. 

“You know I’m no good at this.”

“No shit.” Logan snorted. “You never have been.”

You glowered at him. “This kind of shit doesn’t just go away because you keep throwing me in the pond.”

“Nope. Gotta work at it.” Logan finally glanced away from you, smirking. “Figured you’d have some help with that.”

You turned slowly, a horrible sinking feeling in your gut. 

And locked eyes with John.

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Make Up Your Mind

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You ask Scarlett out on a date

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this is very cute in the end

“Hey, boo. You there?”

You sent the text and waited to see if your best friend would take too long to answer. You didn’t have much time to wait for a reply since you were supposed to be heading to the editing room again in ten minutes, so you could only hope that your friend would see your text soon. Being across the globe from each other was proving to be harder and harder as the days went by because you missed talking to your friend in person. Two more weeks, though, and the movie you were working on would wrap and you finally be coming home.

The sound of your phone going off snapped you out of your thoughts and you wasted no time looking at it, quickly taking notice of the text your best friend sent you.

“Stop calling me like that. Sup?”

You sighed in relief and started typing your next message. “Can I call you?”

You didn’t get a reply, thinking that maybe your friend didn’t have time to talk with you, but suddenly your phone started to ring in your hand and you answered it when you saw your friend’s name on the screen.

“This better be an emergency. It’s so freaking early.”

“I will be fast, promise, Sam!” You said in a desperate attempt to keep your friend in the line.

You heard a sigh from the other side, although Sam didn’t sound upset when she spoke again. “Clock’s running. Go on.”

“Okay, so… I met someone,” deciding to just rip the bandaid off all at once, you started talking, leaving no room for your friend to interrupt you even if you heard a gasp coming from her. “And this will sound crazy but… I don’t know, it feels different. Like, I don’t know, like she can be very important to me somehow. Very important,” you repeated to make your point clear.

“Okay,” Sam sounded oddly placid. “Where did you meet her?”

You brought the pad of your thumb between your teeth, nibbling at it nervously. “On set.”

“Oh.” There was a beat of silence and then: “Holy cow! Who is she?! Is she, like, a super hot actress? Or does she work with the nerds like you do?”

Rolling your eyes at the light teasing, you were hit with the nice feeling of calmness that came from talking with someone who knew you so well. “Can you help me out with my breakdown before asking that many questions?”

“Yes! Yes, sure. Sorry. You were saying you met someone. Okay, have you talked with her already?”

You nodded, noticing only after that your friend couldn’t see you. “Yes.”

“Why don’t you ask her out?”

“She just got out of a relationship,” you told her and sighed. “It didn’t end badly, but it’s complicated. And we started talking a couple of times. We go to a coffee shop close to where the shootings are happening, and she seems okay, but I don’t want to ask her out and make her feel bad.”

“Well, there’s not many options here, bestie. You either ask her out and figure out her answer, or you’re going to live the rest of your life thinking about what would have happened,” Sam declared, sounding much more alert now.

“I know, I’m just scared.” You ran a hand through your hair when frustration started getting the best of you. “I don’t want her to get uncomfortable.”

“Hey, she won’t be uncomfortable if you do it nicely,” Sam advised. “Just ask her. If she says no, then you move on. If she says yes, then you start planning where to take her.”

“That is the right thing to do, I know.”

There was a pause in your conversation where neither of you knew what to say next, but it was broken by a light chuckle from Sam. “I don’t think I ever saw my friend being so scared of asking anyone out.”

You blushed, even if the conversation was happening on the phone, and scratched the back of your neck. “Well, maybe she’s important, you know?”

“Okay, what about this? You work on asking her out and I will be here whatever happens. If she says yes, I will help you search for restaurants to take her in the hidden place on Earth that the studio sent you guys to film. If she says no, you can come over as soon as you get back and I will let you eat an entire ice cream pot.”

Even if you still felt nervous, you couldn’t help but smile. “Deal.”

“Good!” Sam laughed. “Now, are you telling me who she is?”

“Maybe,” you teased her. “If it works out.”

“You’re a mean woman,” she grumbled and, this time, you were the one who laughed.

“I have to go. Thanks for listening to me.”

So maybe you were running away from that part of the conversation, but no one could blame you. How could you explain to your best friend that the person you had caught feelings for was the one and only Scarlett Johansson? That was something you kept thinking about while putting your phone away and walking back to your workstation.

Your friend knew you were working on some big movie - they did, after all, fly you from across the globe to start working on editing some parts of the movie before it was even done shooting, so it had to be something huge - but she would never be able to imagine that, somehow, you managed to form a friendship with the Hollywood actress. To be fair, you couldn’t quite grasp it yet either, and it had been going on for a few months now.

It started with quick conversations when the director of the movie took some of the actors to see some cuts you and the rest of the team did. She was always kind, though very focused on her job. She would greet everyone, offer you a smile and would go back to work immediately. After that happened two or three times, you ran into her in a hallway when you were out to fill up your coffee mug. You shyly offered her a smile as a way of greeting and was surprised when she remembered your name to wish you a nice day while she walked past you to go somewhere. You met two other times like that, and the visits with the director didn’t stop, and, before you even realized what was happening, both of you were sharing small talk while drinking coffee.

It didn’t take much for you two to start going to the café nearby and your conversations became more intense. You talked about your life, how you ended up working in editing, your family, your friends, and your plans for the future. And listened when Scarlett talked about her own life, albeit she never shared too many details. You couldn’t blame her because she didn’t want the risk of having anyone overhearing her.

However, those conversations - the laughs and the jokes you had together - made something inside you shift. You knew you were screwed when hearing Scarlett laugh made your heart beat faster, but you shoved it all down and tried not to let these feelings blossom. Didn’t work, of course, but at least she tried.

The thing is, it was easy to fall for Scarlett. So damn easy. It was a free fall from the start and now, two weeks away from coming back to your mundane life locked inside a room working on a computer while she would travel the world to keep shooting movies, you reached the point where you couldn’t ignore it anymore. You had to do something about it because what you told Sam was true. You felt like Scarlett was different. She was important already and you had the feeling she could change your life even more.

You just knew that. You didn’t know how to explain it, but you knew. You felt that deep inside you.

You just had to do something about it.

[...]

Your eyes were glued to the computer screen, working on a scene the director wanted to see that day, when you heard her phone going off beside your hand. You sighed, having already lost your focus, and glanced at it to see who was it. Your best friend’s name flashed on the screen and some of your frustration washed away. You grabbed your phone to read the text, enjoying the break to take a sip of your coffee as well.

“So… Do you have a hot date already?”

It has been five days since the conversation you had with your best friend. It was honestly surprising that Sam took so long to ask you about this, but you could picture her restraining herself from asking that same question every five minutes. It almost made you laugh.

“Didn’t talk to her yet. Work is crazy.”

“Well, don’t wait too long or it will be too late.”

You knew that. Better than anyone, actually, because the days were running way too fast now that it was getting closer and closer to saying goodbye to Scarlett. It wasn’t a lie that she didn’t find the time to talk with the actress yet, though. They were getting to the end of shooting, which meant that Scarlett was working extra hours, and you were quite busy making quick shots for the director to see. It has been some crazy days. You certainly miss having a few minutes or hours to spare talking with Scarlett over your coffee mugs.

“I’m working on it.” It was a promise more to yourself than to Sam, but you ignored it in order to go back to work.

You would do it, you weren’t chickening out.

It was a promise as well.

[...]

“If you don’t have any news on lady lover land, I’m going to be upset.”

You laughed out loud when you read Sam’s text, letting go of your cup of coffee to type back a reply. You were standing in the hallway, getting a refill from the machine that was placed there, even if the coffee there wasn’t good at all, but there was no one else around but you, so it was okay to stay there for a few more seconds just to send a text message. It was just the day after you told Sam you were working on things, but nothing had changed yet.

“Hope you’re up for disappointment.”

You were still smiling when the next text came. “Oh, come on, girl! Get it together and ask this mysterious woman out!”

“What got you smiling so wildly?”

You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard another voice right beside you. You did jump a bit, turning around and grasping your phone as if it was the only weapon you had to fight for your life, but, even if took you a second to understand it, it was just Scarlett and your life surely wasn’t in danger even if your instincts kicked for a moment there.

“Jeez, you scared me,” you said, placing a hand over your chest.

“Sorry.” Scarlett placed a hand on your shoulder and offered you an apologetic smile. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

However, you narrowed your eyes and her because you could see a glint behind her very, very, beautiful eyes. “You’re lying, but I’m going to let that one slide,” you huffed, earning a soft chuckle from the other woman. She retreated her hand and you remembered she had asked you a question before. “I was talking with Sam.” She knew who your best friend was, so you didn’t bother giving away more details.

“Oh, that’s great,” Scarlett smiled again and you felt your breath getting stuck in the back of your throat for a second. “You came here to grab more coffee to be able to finish your day?”

You were confused for a moment, but the realization hit you when you glanced down and noticed your mug was still on the machine. You quickly took it out when you saw Scarlett was also holding a mug, taking a step to the side to give her room. “Sorry, got distracted.”

“That’s okay,” she said and moved to put her mug down and press a button on the machine. “I wish I had a longer break. I would take you to the coffee shop to get real coffee.”

Smiling, you shrugged. “Well, to be fair, I don’t think I would have the time for it either.”

“That crazy, huh?”

You made a nonchalant sound as you raised the mug to take a sip of the coffee, but you saw Scarlett still smiling at you and your cheeks warmed up despite your best efforts to stop it. Scarlett’s mug was filled just a second later and it thankfully gave her something else to look at, so maybe she missed your blush. You watched in comfortable silence as Scarlett grabbed some sugar to put inside her mug and you knew you had no reason to be standing there still. You had your coffee and you could go back to work. But going back meant leaving Scarlett behind and you didn’t want to say goodbye just yet. You probably wouldn’t see her again for the rest of the day and, as pathetic as it might sound, you wanted to enjoy that moment for a few more seconds.

You were so lost in thoughts that you almost missed the fact that Scarlett was talking to you again. “I watched that movie you told me about. You were right, it was very funny.”

“See?” You wiggled your brows. “I told you it was a good movie to watch.”

“Don’t be cocky about it.” Scarlett gently pushed you away with her elbow and you laughed loudly. She glanced at you pretending to be mad, but her lips were tugging upwards as if she was fighting a grin.

It was maybe the way she was looking at you or the way you realized you wished to see her smile more than anything. Whatever it was, it pushed you off the edge and made you start talking before your brain even registered what you were going to say. “Would you go out with me?” You felt your blood run cold in your veins as panic immediately washed over you, but you had already said that and you could enjoy the wave of courage that hit you suddenly. “In a date, I mean.”

Scarlett’s smile was gone so fast that you just knew it wasn’t a good sign. “Oh,” she breathed out, blinking in surprise and turning her head away. You noticed the way her hands were gripping her mug and how she avoided looking at you. Your heart sank like a rock. “Oh, I would love to, but…”

Unable to stop yourself, you asked: “But?”

Scarlett sighed deeply, sounding tired even, and finally tilted her head to the side to look at you again. Her eyes were sad and her smile was polite. “I don’t think it’s wise.”

Well, that sucked.

It sucked because not only did she turn you down, but because you weren’t surprised by it either. She was Scarlett Johansson. Of course she wouldn’t want to go out with you. It was ridiculous to even think about that. And, to be honest, you were expecting the rejection, so it didn’t take too long for you to recover from that to be able to say something else.

“Okay.” You offered her a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, but wasn’t a fake one either. She bit her lip, looking at you with some concern, so you straightened your back and made sure you sounded better when you spoke again: “Yeah, fine. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or if I ruined this.” You gesticulated with your hand between you two, trying to address the sort of friendship that you had formed, although you knew you had ruined it of course.

And you felt like shit for doing so.

Because Scarlett needed a friend. She had enough people around the world trying to get into her pants, making her feel like an object, trying to get her to be their trophy or something. Even if you weren’t doing that because of who she was, even if you really liked her, you shouldn’t have said anything. Now Scarlett was once again facing the fact that no one seemed to want to be friends with her, that they always wanted something else. Of course she wouldn’t want to keep this tentative friendship between you.

Even so, Scarlett was nothing if not polite. “You didn’t,” she reassured, but you wouldn’t call her out on her lie.

It was fine, really. You would tend your wounds, grab your broken ego, and eat ice cream straight from the pot. Sam promised you that. And you were sure she would buy your favorite if you managed to tell her you got rejected by Scarlett Johansson herself. You just needed to finish this job and get home first.

“Well, I better get going.” You pointed over your shoulder to the closed door you worked all day, and offered her a small smile. “Enjoy your coffee.”

You turned around and walked away before things could get too weird, wishing, one more time, that you hadn’t said anything.

[...]

Sam texted you again the next day. You didn’t muster the courage to tell her about what happened the day before but, after you saw your friend reaching out to you again, you couldn’t lie to her.

“So?”

“She said no.” Was your reply. Straight to the point because you still had work to do and, honestly, you didn’t want to keep talking about that. When the message was read and no reply came, you decided to add: “It’s fine.”

The three dots indicating that Sam was typing something appeared several times before she actually sent it, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes fondly. “Well, she’s an idiot apparently. I’m sorry. You will find someone better, promise!”

You put your phone away after that. It was still early, but you had so much work to do and a renewed desire to be over those last few days of filming as fast as possible. At the same time, you didn’t want to walk away from Scarlett just yet. You knew you ruined whatever you had before, but you already missed her and it hadn’t even been a day yet. You kept thinking you should have valued the friendship you had with her, at the same time you were happy you mastered the courage to address your feelings because now you knew and you could move on.

You weren’t exactly sure how you would move on from a person who made you feel things you never felt before in so little time, but you would have to find out soon.

It was hours later, after a quick lunch break and five cups of coffee, that a knock on the door grabbed your attention. Your colleagues were out talking with other people on the team, so you were alone inside the small room. Luckily, you didn’t have to get up to open the door because, after a pause, someone pushed it almost hesitantly.

And then Scarlett’s head appeared behind it and you felt your eyes going wide. You were not expecting to see her there. The director hadn’t said anything about showing up to see your work, and she was only there when he was, and you started freaking out for a moment thinking you forgot to do something until you noticed the way her eyes took on the empty room.

“Hey.”

Surprised, you didn’t reply right away, which earned you an arched eyebrow that made you jump into action. “Oh, hi! Hello! Sorry, I was… distracted.”

“That’s okay. I don’t want to disturb your work,” she said.

You chuckled just because you didn’t know what else to do, and scratched the back of your head. “Are you going to grab some coffee?” You asked to try and wash away the awkwardness that fell in the room.

“No, I, uh,” Scarlett stumbled over her words, which was something so unusual that you quickly got up from your chair to get closer to her when worry started to grow inside you. You placed a gentle hand on her arm and nudged her inside the room so you could close the door behind her, thinking that maybe she would be more comfortable talking if she knew no one could hear. She seemed thankful for that. “I have to go back to set, I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. “What is it?”

Scarlett looked up at you, biting her bottom lip and playing with her fingers, and you only got even more worried. She looked nervous, uncertain, and you hated to see her like that. “I, uh, changed my mind.”

“About what?” You asked

“If the offer is still up, I would like to take it.”

It took you several seconds to understand what she was trying to tell you and, when you did, you immediately felt your heart start to race, your palms became sweaty and you lost the ability to talk for several seconds.

“I-Yes! Yes! Of course, yes!” You didn’t even try to hide your happiness, which earned you a content grin from the woman standing in front of you. “Of course it’s still up! You just tell me when you’re free and I will pick you up!”

“Actually,” Scarlett said with a chuckle. “I was thinking that maybe you would like to have dinner tonight? I got us reservations already.”

“Oh my God! Yes! Absolutely! Holy-” You stopped yourself from cursing just in time and shook your head a couple of times. “I promise you I will get a grip on myself before dinner time.”

Scarlett just laughed though and turned around to open the door again. “I have to go back, but I will pick you up at eight, okay?” She asked, not having to get directions to the hotel you were staying in because you had already told her before.

“Okay, yes, sure!” You were moving from one foot to another, unable to stop yourself because of the rush of adrenaline going inside you, and you were almost alone inside the room again when you decided to stop her from going away. “Hey, do you mind telling me what changed? Yesterday you said no, I was just wondering.”

Scarlett stopped, her eyes glued on you and a fond smile turning her lips up, and she seemed to be considering her words before answering you. “I didn’t say no, I said it wasn’t wise,” she reminded you gently. “There’s a lot going on in my life and I was afraid things wouldn’t work out between us. I’m still afraid, actually.”

“Why did you change your mind then?”

“Because I think…” Scarlett licked her lips and glanced down for a second. When she looked up again, your breath caught in your throat. “Because I think this might be important and I don’t want to regret not living it just because I was afraid.”

You were at a loss of words after that. After a few seconds, Scarlett offered you another smile and finally walked away, leaving you alone one more time. There was a delay while you were still trying to process everything, but you finally snapped out of it and punched the air in celebration before grabbing your phone to text Sam.

“Holy crap, I have a date!”

[...]

Three years later, Sam was about to finish telling this story during her speech on your wedding day. Half of the room had tears in their eyes, the other half was laughing because of the way your best friend was telling this, but you only had eyes for your wife. Scarlett was sitting beside you wearing the most gorgeous wedding dress ever made, leaning against your side while she watched Sam telling everyone how she denied your request for a date. You had your chin resting on top of her head, carefully not to mess with her perfectly done hair, but the smile in your lips was permanent. That was, indeed, the happiest day of your life.

“Do you guys want to know the text I received after the said date?” Sam asked the room, always the good storyteller. After receiving a chorus of ‘yes’, Sam picked up her phone and read it. “I asked her how her date went, and she said: I think that was my last date. I was right. She’s important. I’m marrying her one day.”

While everyone in the room cooed and clapped, Scarlett turned around to peck your lips, placing a soft hand on your cheek, and you couldn’t help but smile. “I love you,” she whispered after pulling away.

“I love you,” you repeated softly at her before leaning in for another kiss.

And, really, you would never stop kissing her.

[the-s1lly-corner]

I just had a very cool idea.

So imagine that Caine makes a specific bad adventure and child! reader has a nightmare about It and they go for the tadc cast for comfort ( this is platonic obviusly)

Thank you!!! :3

TADC cast x kid!reader who's having nightmares! (Platonic)

Originally I was gonna have caine be a part of this but since the child.. would like understand that Caine was the reason the scary stuff happened in the first place considering Caine literally.. announces the IHA.. you know? Woukdnt make too much sense to seek comfort from the source of fear...

Anyways

I want french fries rn but its 11pm rn

Anyways hope you enjoy!! I am so so sleepy!!

Written on mobile, I might stick to it for the foreseeable future... at least until I get a new more comfier chair to put at my computer

POMNI:

Probably the worst for comfort but I dont think shes terrible. So when you turn up at her door late one night she of course let's you in and snatch her bed. Even she can agree that Caines most recent IHA was a little on the intense side. Rubs your back until you fall asleep, and tries to make you feel less scared and alone by letting you know you werent the only one scared

Does it help?

Not sure, I guess it depends on the kid! You're choice!

RAGATHA:

Probably one of the best when it comes to comforting you! Gives you one of her softest blankets (she makes her own blankets!) As well as making sure your stuffed animal is in the bed

Makes it a point to tuck you and your plushie in to "not let the bedbugs bite". Runs her hands through your hair. Very good for any headaches you may have gotten from crying

Tells you nice stories until you fall asleep

JAX:

I think, similar to zooble, once he gets over the fact he was suddenly awoken he would be.... okay at comforting. Hes more eager to get back to sleep so he may be a little pushy in regards to getting you back to sleep. Kind of comes across as him dismissing your fears. Awkward back patting to try to get you to calm down

Hes a cranky one, I think, when it comes to sleep

Not many ideas for jax

KINGER:

I mentioned somewhere, I think in a cuddling hc... somewhere.. that kinger would put himself beteeen you and the door, effectively working as a barrier of sorts to protect you. That still stands here, even in a platinic/familial sense. Gets very into about how hes going to stand guard over you for the night while building a pillow fort around the two of you. Let's you snuggle into his robe (very soft and warm) while telling you stories he came up with... I think he would try to undo any fear you may feel around caine, since I personally think kinger is. Just used to caine. No point in being afraid of someone who could have hurt you at any time but hasnt done so... funny coming from the paranoid man

Ragatha would do the same, with the caine-fear thing

ZOOBLE:

Oddly enough they're pretty solid at comforting you! Once they get past the fact they were awaken in the middle of the night they pull you into bed. I think zooble would have fairy lights in their room, or the LED lights that you string up on your walls. Usually they have them in one color but to make you feel better they have them slowly changing into different colors. Very calming, I think. Quietly mutters that it's okay to be scared sometimes. I dont know I'm just soft for gentle older sibling zooble... offers to stay awake to keep watch over you

GANGLE:

Let's you fiddle with her ribbon, maybe

Like you know how sometimes people let another person fiddle with their hands and fingers? I think that's what it would be like for gangle

Plus ribbon has a nice texture, I think

Turns on the lights (dimly) if you're nervous about sleeping in the dark

Stays awake until you fall asleep. I think she would read a book to you. The only one who actually reads from a book. Acts out some of the scenes. Nothing too special, just some simple flair with her hands and stuff you know?

[thirstydiglett]

I reeeaaaalllyyyy wanted to write something with a lot of scenes involving Sanji’s hands because I am a horny insane person. Anyway, this is what I ultimately came up with! This story is 85% terrible kitchen/sex double entendres, just to warn you in advance sorry not sorry

Yes, Chef

Summary: You’re new in the kitchen. Thankfully the head chef is willing to show you the ropes—as long as you do exactly what he says.

Pairings: Sanji x f!reader

Rating: NC-17 baybeeeeee

Warnings: Sex with authority figure, getting hit on at work, oral, fingering, face fucking, taking orders, hand kink, roleplay, Might kinda sorta have some dubcon elements but they’re pretty mild and eventually explicit consent is given

Word count: 3.6k but it’s basically all sex/kinky shit lol

———————NC17—minors DNI———————

You adjusted the strings on your pink apron hurriedly, walking into the kitchen.

Late on my first day… you thought to yourself, hoping your new boss wasn’t a hardass.

He was leaning against the counter when you walked in, twisting an unlit cigarette between his lips. Your eye was drawn to him immediately—tall, blond, a hint of facial hair on his chin. You tried very hard not to stare at his ass as you walked in, although his fitted slacks made that difficult. Calm down, y/n. He’s your boss, not your date.

“Oh, you must be y/n. I was wondering if you were ever going to show up, dear.”

The young man glanced in your direction, showing off a brow shaped oddly, but not unattractively, like a spiral.

He straightened and walked over to you, his hand outstretched. “I’m Sanji. The head chef in this kitchen. I appreciate you coming by so early to train with me, although it would have been less disrespectful if you’d actually gotten here on time.”

Your cheeks flushed. “I—I’m sorry, Sanji.”

That curly eyebrow flicked upward in annoyance. “Let me make something clear to you, Miss y/n. Lateness will not be tolerated in my kitchen. You’ll arrive on time or you won’t arrive at all. Do you understand?”

You’d wanted this job so badly. Already you were fucking it up… you nodded your head, trying not to break his intense eye contact.

Suddenly, Sanji closed the distance between the two of you. With his index finger, he tilted your chin up to look at him. Holy shit, what?

“One more thing before we start, Miss y/n. While we’re here you’re to refer to me as ‘chef’, understood?”

You were almost physically shaking with your new boss standing so close to you, but you managed to nod your head. “Yes, chef!”

The man’s eyes flashed briefly with satisfaction as he released you. “Go to the pantry and bring me about ten large apples. We’ll start with knife skills.”

“Yes Chef!” You smiled, trying to get on Sanji’s good side. You walked back toward the pantry, feeling his eyes on you the whole way.

When you came back, carrying the apples in your apron, Sanji was filling the sink.

“First things first, all produce has to be thoroughly washed before it can be served to our customers.”

“Of course, Chef!” You responded, dumping your apples into the water.

His eyebrow twitched again, a slight smirk twisting at the corner of his mouth.

“I hope that isn’t sarcasm I detect, y/n.”

“Oh—no, not at all, Chef!” You stammered. Why was this man, this total stranger, having such an effect on you? You were here to do a job and that was it. So why did every glance and word from his mouth have your heart racing?

“Sh-show me what to do first, please, Chef,” you continued, keeping your gaze pointedly at the apples floating in the sink.

Sanji hummed softly and moved to stand beside you, reaching into the warm water to grab an apple.

“Watch me first, y/n. Now, when you clean fruit, it’s important to be gentle so as not to bruise it.” He rubbed the apple as he spoke, his thumbs moving in slow circles over its flesh. “Gentle,” he murmured, almost to himself, “But thorough.”

Sanji took a final inspection of the apple before setting it to the side. Then, he placed another one into your hand. “Now you.”

Slowly, you started to slide your fingers in a pattern as close to his as you could, but he immediately shook his head. “Put it down. That’s wrong.”

You did as you were told, dropping the apple back into the water.

“Here, give me your hand.” With a surprisingly gentle touch, the young chef beside you takes your hand in his own. Looking you dead in the eyes, he softly begins to massage it—not too much pressure, just soft circles rubbed into your palm by slender, callused fingers.

You flush an even deeper shade of pink than before as he looks at you, his blue-grey eyes boring into your own. “Feel how gentle that is, y/n? That’s how you want to do this.”

You nod as he lets your hand go, stammering out a quick “yes Chef!” before picking up another apple, cleaning it the way he showed you.

Sanji watches carefully. “That’s much better, y/n. I can tell you’re a quick learner.”

You smile. “Thank you for showing me the right way to do it.”

“Not at all, sweetheart. As long as you pick things up quickly, I think we’ll get along fine.”

The apples soon being washed, the two of you carried them over to the counter, where a cutting board and knife awaited.

“Next up comes knife skills,” said Sanji, picking up the blade and inspecting it for sharpness before handing it to you. “Go ahead and core an apple, then julienne it.”

“Yes Chef!” You quickly set to work on your task, but your hands were a bit shaky from the tension of the situation. Your cuts were uneven, your motions sloppy.

Still, Sanji watched you until you were finished. “Not the worst I’ve seen, y/n. But still… I think you can improve, don’t you?”

“Yes, Chef,” You said again, but you couldn’t deny that your mind was no longer on food. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way his hand had caressed yours like that, the way he’d gazed at you. Maybe you could get him close to you again if you were careful…

“Chef, um… will you help me?” You asked, looking up at him with big eyes.

For the first time, a slight blush began to creep up Sanji’s cheeks instead of your own. Shaking his head slightly, he hummed in agreement.

Sanji moved to stand behind you, reaching around you on either side to guide your hands on the knife and apple. He was so close, so tantalizingly close that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and vaguely you realized that you were going to have to get new underwear after this.

“Now, Miss y/n, adjust your grip on the knife a bit, just like this—“ he slid your fingers into the correct position, his strong hands molding yours—“and it’ll be safer to hold the apple down with your knuckles. We wouldn’t want anything happening to those pretty fingers of yours, would we?”

Pretty? You shook your head—partially to clear the haze that the sudden compliment had tugged you into, partially in agreement that you’d prefer to keep your fingers attached to your hands. Your hands followed his as he gently curved your fingers into the right positions, holding your wrists steady as he guided you through the motions. Perfect straight lines, even thickness, no waste. Sanji really was a master of his craft, wasn’t he?

With your boss’s help, you sliced up the other apples, your technique improving with each fruit. Finished, you turned to him, smiling. “Thank you.”

“Oh, trust me, Miss y/n. It was my pleasure.” He leaned in toward you, hand moving almost as if to cup your face, and your breath caught in your throat for a second. Was he going to…?

But inches away from you, Sanji paused, a playful sparkle in his eyes. Gently, he brushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “That’s a health hazard, y/n. Keep your hair up.” Turning away, he pulled a pan from its spot hanging above the stove.

Swallowing, you mustered up the courage to ask him a somewhat cheeky question. “But Chef, your hair is hanging in your face too…”

Sanji gave you a fierce stare. “Giving me an attitude, eh? You really are a bit of a brat, aren’t you?” At the word brat, his glare morphed into a soft smirk. “You’re really lucky I like you, Miss y/n. You’d be getting a punishment for that in any other kitchen.”

L-likes me? Wait…punishment???

“We’ll be making our kitchen’s take on a tarte aux pommes today, I think,” Sanji continued, adding a pat of butter into the pan. “Not a difficult dish, but the sauce takes some time to master. It’s one of the most popular items on our menu, so you’ll need to be able to make it perfectly. Do you think you can handle it?”

“I know I can, Chef.”

He smiled. “Good. Go to the pantry and bring me sugar, cinammon, nutmeg…” rapidly, Sanji listed a handful of other ingredients as you ran to pull them off the shelf, heart racing as you thought about what could happen with both of you standing in front of a hot stove together…

Quickly, you walked back to Sanji with the ingredients he’d requested.

“Now, the first step is to make a roux. Hand me that flour over there, if you wouldn’t mind, y/n?”

Sanji proceeded to walk you through the steps of a perfect cinnamon caramel sauce, guiding you as you stirred, added ingredients, and taste-tested. The atmosphere became somewhat more casual as the two of you worked in tandem, with Sanji even laughing out loud as you cracked jokes. Maybe he’s not such a hard-ass after all… You pondered.

“Your stance is wrong, y’know.” He commented casually as you finished adding the spices and began to stir.

“Hm?”

“Your stance. You’ll hurt your back if you stand with your legs so close. Try like this.”

The man’s hands were suddenly at your hips, and you almost choked with surprise. Slow but relaxed, Sanji slid his hands down the front of your thighs and then between them, the back of his hand ever so lightly brushing your center as he spread your legs apart a few inches, widening your stance.

You couldn’t help it.

You moaned.

Sanji paused, his hands still between your legs. “What was that, y/n?”

“N-nothing!” You lied, trying not to look at him. A glance at Sanji’s golden hair and high cheekbones right now would be enough to have you running to the bathroom to deal with your little problem hands-on, you were sure of it. “It’s just…hot. In front of the stove, I mean.”

“You’re a cook now. You’d better get used to it.” Sanji laughed, the incredulity in his voice making it clear you’d slipped nothing by him. “Now, let’s focus, shall we?”

“Y-yes, Chef!”

Finally, after several minutes of steady whisking, Sanji stopped your hand. “Now all we need to do is let it rest. Turn off the heat, would you?”

You went to reach for the switch, but found it wasn’t in the spot on the front of the stove unit like you were used to. Looking back at Sanji with confusion, your stomach dropped to see him looking at you with what you could only describe as hunger. His eyes were dark, his lips parted into a slight smile.

“Apologies, I should’ve warned you. The switches on this unit are close to the ground, so you don’t accidentally bump them with your hip as you walk by. It’s a safety thing.”

“Oh…” you said softly, realizing with a creeping blush what he wanted you to do. Holy shit.

Not seeing any way out of it, you slowly bent down at the hip, feeling his eyes on your ass as you found the switch and turned down the flame.

“How’s that, Chef?”

“You mean my view? Oh, it’s lovely, Miss y/n.”

“That’s not what I meant!” You tried to straighten up, but suddenly you felt the warmth of his body pressed close against yours.

“Don’t stand up.”

“Y-yes, Chef…” not that you would have anyway. The feel of his hands tracing patterns over your hips and thighs, the warmth of him that seeped through his clothes and into you, that wonderful hard something pressing into your core… it was enough to make you dizzy with desire. The first day of work and you already desperately wanted to fuck your boss… this wasn’t looking great for you.

“Is this ok, Miss y/n? Are you comfortable with this?”

You nodded. “Yes, Chef!”

He sighed. “No, y/n, look at me.”

You turned your head to gaze up at him, seeing that his stare had softened. “I want this with you. But I need to know—do you truly want this with me? If you say no, I will back off and never touch you again. If you say yes…well, you’ll see what happens. You can call me Sanji when you answer.”

“God, yes, Sanji!” You managed to gasp. “Please, Sanji, you can do anything you want to me.”

Sanji hummed in pleasure, gently rutting his hips against yours. “Good girl. Now go to the island and bend over the counter, please. You’ll be more comfortable. After all, I wouldn’t want you getting injured on your first day.”

You did what he said, Sanji flicking off the heat as you adjusted yourself into a comfortable position.

“Will our sauce be fine to sit?”

“Aw, so concerned about wasting food,” Sanji chuckled as he walked over to you, placing his hands at your waist before sliding them up your back. “Don’t worry, love. It needs time to rest anyway. And besides, that’s not our main course.”

Main course?

“In fact,” Sanji continued, “Judging by the look of your leggings, my main course is almost ready.”

“What are you talking ab-OHHOLYFUCK!”

Sanji’s hand had slid between your legs, his fingers brushing lightly over your pussy through the fabric.

“You’re completely soaked through, dear. If I’d let you cook any longer we would’ve had to put the nonslip pads down on the floor,” Sanji murmured, one hand soft and comforting on your back while the other moved in slow, languid circles over your center.

You were moaning freely now, reaching back to grab the fabric of his pants, hold him as close to you as possible, but Sanji stopped your hand. He pinned it hard to the counter, leaning over you to murmur—

“Stop that, eager little thing. Let me show you how I’m gonna finish this dish.”

“Yes, chef…” you managed to squeak, trying not to squirm as he gently began to tap at your clit. Starting slowly, his fingers gradually began to speed up. You let out a long, low whine, clinging to the counter as best you could as your legs began to shake.

“Chef…”

Sanji’s hard cock, still in his pants, was pressed fully up against you now. You could feel it twitching against your hole as he played with you, and you wondered desperately what it would feel like inside you.

His pace was rough and relentless now, alternating effortlessly between circles and taps and pinches, and even though your clothes were still on you could feel your climax approaching.

“Chef, please… that’s so good…”

“You’re doing so well for me.”

“Fuck, Chef, I’m gonna—!”

His hand slid from your pussy with you mere moments away from an orgasm, leaving you panting and unsatisfied at your peak. “Sanjiiii…” you whined, frustrated, pushing your hips toward him as he stepped back.

“Shh. I think you’re just about finished cooking.”

“What?” You asked, laughing a little at his terrible joke. With sudden speed and grace, Sanji turns you around and seats you on the countertop, his hands resting on your hips as he touches his forehead to yours.

“The most important thing to do to every dish before it goes out, Miss y/n—do you know what it is?”

“W-what?” You whisper, his lips just millimeters from your own, so tantalizingly close, so pretty…

“You have to taste it.”

A shiver went up and down your spine as Sanji leaned in to kiss you, one hand moving to the back of your neck to guide you into him. You moaned softly, melting against the young chef’s lean, muscled chest. His mouth moved softly with yours, his tongue slipping briefly into your mouth before he broke away, staring into your eyes with that now-familiar hunger.

“So…” you finally spoke. “So how do I taste?”

Sanji absolutely grinned at you, his eyes glittering. “I don’t know yet. Take off your leggings.”

Your face went bright red at this, and you had to keep from giggling. “Yes, chef!” With Sanji’s help, you slid off your simple black leggings to reveal a light blue thong you wore underneath. Sanji folded the leggings for you neatly and placed them on a nearby chair before walking back over to you, leisurely sliding his palms up your bare thighs.

He gazed at your soaked thong, biting his lip. “You really are stunning, Miss y/n. Thank you for letting me enjoy you.”

You ran your fingers through the chef’s wavy blond hair, and he met your gaze. For a moment, a spark of familiarity sizzled in the air, and the two of you grinned at each other with the comfort of old friends. But the moment passed as quickly as it came, and Sanji’s expression changed back to a serious one.

“Can I pull this to the side, Miss y/n?” Sanji whispered, tugging at the hem of your thong, fingers brushing over your bare lips. You nodded, biting your lip hard as your boss slid it over and began to stroke your exposed cunt.

“So pretty…” he murmured.

You gasped as he suddenly dove in, burying his face between your legs hungrily. Sanji’s tongue quickly found your clit, slipping slowly in the most addictive little circles over you. You covered your mouth frantically, trying to silence your keening as much as possible. You’d expected him to be good, but Sanji was proving to be fucking amazing.

“So sweet, love,” he gasped out, clearly enjoying you as much as you were him. “Sweet and juicy… you taste fucking perfect…”

His words were pushing you to the edge rapidly, your knuckles white as you clung to the edge of the counter.

“Chef, don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

He responded with a moan and began to suck your clit hard. Stars were shooting in the corners of your vision as you finally came, muffling a whiny cry against the back of your hand. Your hips bucked as you rode the orgasm for what felt like hours, collapsing against the counter when you couldn’t take any more.

Sanji stood, licking his lips, his face absolutely drenched in your juices. “Miss y/n, you’re absolutely delicious. Here, taste.”

Leaning in, he kissed you deeply. Despite being exhausted from your climax, you returned the kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth, loving the way you tasted on his lips.

After a moment, he broke away. “Last thing I’ll need you to do for this recipe, y/n… return the favor and taste me as well?”

“Oh, you mean to help ease your tension so you’re ready for dinner service?” You teased, having fun with him now.

“Sure,” he chuckled. “Something like that.”

Smiling, you slipped off the counter and onto the floor, kneeling in front of him as he gazed down at you. He looked so hot like this, so in control…

“I’ll do anything for the head chef…” you whispered, slowly unbuttoning your boss’s pants and sliding them down along with his heart patterned boxers. His cock slapped against his stomach as it sprang out, long and pink and well-proportioned, the head already smeared with precum.

“Thank you, y/n. You’re quite the team player.”

You snorted before starting to suck Sanji’s cock, starting with just the head, slowly taking more of him until he was cursing and pulling you close. You were nearly gagging on him now as he began to move his hips, thrusting lightly into your mouth as you sucked him.

“Fuck, y/n, just like that… Christ you give good head…”

You stared up at him, teary-eyed, mouth stretching to fit his dick, one hand sliding down to finger yourself, and you could tell by the look on Sanji’s face that he wasn’t going to last much longer. He must have been more worked up than you’d realized.

Wrapping your arms around him, you grabbed Sanji’s ass hard enough to leave bruises and yanked him flush up against you, taking his entire cock into your throat. He almost wailed, hips stuttering into you as he suddenly came, spurts of hot fluid hitting the back of your throat.

“Ohfuckohfuckohfuck—y/n my darling I love you so much!” Sanji cried as he finished. His legs shaking, he slowly pulled out of your mouth. Your throat was going to be sore tomorrow…

“Babe, we’re supposed to be pretending like we don’t know each other,” you laugh as you pull your exhausted boyfriend onto the floor beside you, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“I know, and I was doing so well until the end there. That whole little scene we just did drove me completely insane…”

You giggle and nuzzle your head against his neck. “I liked pretending to be your assistant. Taking orders from you and stuff. That was fun.”

“Let’s do it again soon,” Sanji says, grinning even as he presses a kiss to your head. “But for now, I think the rest of the crew is going to be up soon, and I haven’t even started breakfast.”

“Maybe you need a hand?” You propositioned him playfully.

“Maybe I do…” your chef’s eye’s sparkle, and you can’t help but press a small kiss to his lips.

“Yes, Chef.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I hope that little twist at the end made sense! I feel like this has a lot of similarities to the last sex fic I wrote, so if anyone has any specific kinks they’d like me to try writing for (eventually lol) send a request! Push me out of my comfort zone daddy 🥺

[tanith-rhea]

Only Pretending #8

Word count: 3k Author's note: Just one more to go! Oh, wow, we're almost there, aren't we? My first long, multi-chapter fic for any of Gwen's characters. I'm so grateful to @anti-bright-places (@pro-weems-places) for requesting this one. Thank you so much <3 Also, special thanks for @alder-saan and their much-needed advice, and for reminding me of greek fire ;)

Well, maybe kissing wasn’t the correct description. Rather, she was being kissed, quite enthusiastically, by Morticia Addams.

You were shocked into motionless; the air in your lungs disappeared and left you feeling faint. Then, in a sure, rapid movement, Larissa shoved the woman away.

“What do think you are doing?” her voice was thunderous, dark and threatening like clouds amounting to a storm.

“I could ask the same,” yours was much weaker as you leant against the door frame, legs suddenly wobbly.

“Argh, you again? Why must you always be around?” for the first time you heard annoyance from Morticia. It was oddly refreshing, if utterly confusing.

“What do you mean? I’m almost never-“

“Because she’s my partner, Morticia, stop acting like she’s anything else,” Larissa cut you off. Rude… but you could forgive it since your belly fluttered with her calling you her partner — and it being true.

“Oh, please, we both know she is little more than another one of your mistakes, Larissa. Stop being stubborn and give us another chance,” the fire with which Morticia started died down into a tired plead.

What did she mean by “another chance”? Were they an item any time before? Was this why Morticia instantly disliked you and kept trying to break you apart?

“I wasn’t the one that made this impossible, Morticia,” Larissa sounded almost as tired and walked towards you with light dimming in her eyes. When she was next to you, her arm came around your shoulders and helped you up from the doorframe and into a half embrace. There was the tiniest sparkle when she looked at you from above and pressed a small smile to your forehead. “You ruined this for all of us. It is more than time for you to understand it and move on.”

Larissa only gestured with her head to the side before you were leaving. Her arm still around your shoulder calmed you and helped you breathe again normally and walk with her. For a moment, you thought you’d go upstairs, but as she made her way through the outskirts of the festivities, you found yourself being led to the back garden.

It was a bright night. The crescent moon bathed everything in dull blue light, and you could make out white stone paths through the several rows of probably deadly plants. To the side, in a clearing, sat an iron table and chairs, much like the set from the front, but a few meters after there was a double swing, and it seemed to be Larissa’s destination.

“Are we going to talk about it?” you chanced, following her as she let go of your shoulders to hold your hand.

“Sit with me,” she said simply; there was a quietness to her that felt comforting, but it also reminded you of a soft breeze bringing tempest.

You sat beside her on the plush loveseat. You thought it would feel weirder to swing on it, but it was almost a lull. Larissa slid her arm around your back and pulled you closer, leaning to kiss your temple before resting her chin atop your head.

“I used to love Morticia when I was younger.”

The solemness of her voice gave you pause. You wanted to comment, to question but felt it was best to let her tell you on her own.

“We were easily drawn to each other when we first met at Nevermore. She was quit-witted and stimulating, different from everyone I knew growing up. So unapologetically herself… so alien to me. I think I saw in her someone I wanted to be like. Outspoken, proud, and unafraid of how others perceived me.”

“You were in a relationship?” you began stroking Larissa’s hand, resting on her lap, but her small voice made you weave your fingers between hers and bring them to your lips. Although she seemed fond of the memories, you could almost feel the lump in her throat.

“Anyway…” she shook herself from whatever thoughts danced on her mind, “I met a boy, in our second year. Until then Morticia had been with Gomez for a few months and I didn’t mind sharing. Gomez is a very funny man, and it wasn’t different back then.

“But this other boy used to watch me when I visited Jericho for books or a coffee. Garret Gates. He had a horrible family, and his father hated outcasts. I thought that befriending him would make him see that we were not as different as his father told him, and was surprised when it worked out.”

You chuckled a bit at that, earning an arched brow, “Nothing, just you’re an outcast ambassador ‘since 1989’.”

“Oh, hell,” she let her head fall back onto the backrest, “How old were you by then?”

“Ham… I was due a few years in the future…”

She only groaned, murmuring “I choose not to comment on that.”

“Excellent, because you have some explaining to finish.”

“Oh, do I?” And what makes you think that?”

“Hm, I don’t know…” your eyes travelled the expanse of her neck and couldn’t contain your impish smile before leaving small, chaste kisses along, leading up to her jaw and ear, “You’re right, maybe I should just go inside and get a head start on packing…”

Her rough, “You little minx,” had you chucking against her skin, and you could feel her goosebumps at the touch of your lips. She continued with an affected tone:

“We became very close friends, and after a few months, I started having feelings for him. Morticia and I had been together for over a year by that point and Gomez and I were discussing if it wouldn’t be better and simply more fun if we all went out together.

“She… didn’t agree. Morticia was very protective of me, has always been I think, but now it’s just stubborn unwillingness to let go. She thought Garret was conspiring with his father to hurt me. It was nonsense, we had been friends for so long that he would have done something by that point. But she insisted and started seeing him behind my back.”

You were silent for a while, contemplating the information. You felt Larissa watching you from above, taking in your nervous playing with her fingers.

“Ugh, this sounds so delicate. I understand her trying to look out for you, he was from a complicated family, wasn’t he?” of course, she had been prejudiced and selfish, but you could imagine Morticia meaning well in her own distorted and overbearing way — Wednesday had a few good examples of how manipulative her dear mother could be in the name love.

“I can see your point, and maybe if things turned out differently I could forget about it, but,” Larissa’s chuckle seemed more born of habit than mirth, and she turned a bit and brought your legs to her lap to hug you closer.

She didn’t seek contact too much, apart from last evening, so for her to be so blatantly trying to have as much of you next to her made your chest clench with worry.

“After a while, he lost interest in me and became obsessed with Morticia. I never knew what she did, but at the time I was too hurt and furious to just accept he simply preferred her over me, even if she was playing him. So, I never spoke to him again…

“He was almost admitting his father might have been mistaken at our last interactions, but after Morticia, it all went downhill. He would appear at the school calling her a witch for having ‘charmed him into wanting her’, dramatic teen, he was just horny-“ you snorted at that, and only got a raised brow from Larissa and the smallest of smirks, “And became violent when she stopped entertaining him after accomplishing her goal.

“Then, in the second year’s Rave’N, he tried to poison all of us with a vial of deadly nightshade his father gave him but ended up being run throw with a sword by Morticia.”

“She killed him?!” you straightened to look into Larissa’s eyes.

“At the time we thought Gomez did it, I blamed Morticia for it but have since changed my mind and no longer think it worth blaming anyone. But last year Wednesday proved neither of her parents killed Garrett because he was poisoned by the nightshade he carried around his neck.”

“Oh… wow, this is so much drama, what in the… but why does Morticia still think you should be together?”

At that, Larissa released a long sigh, “She tried to convince me everything she did was to protect me, and while it may be true in her mind, it still doesn’t change all the scheming and plotting to drive Garrett away from me. It might sound egocentric, but I do think if we had spent just a little more time together, he would have come around. Maybe even Laurel would have learned from him since she was younger and still learning.”

“Laurel?” you recognized the name, and Larissa must have seen the moment the lightbulb flicked on above your head because she almost laughed at your dumbstruck expression, “The woman who tried to destroy the school last year? She was his relative?”

“His sister,” she nodded with a sad smile, “But I can’t keep thinking about all this and trying to piece things together into what could have been, or I’ll go mad. I’m quite satisfied leaving it all in the past.”

You nodded as well, the torrent of information making you dizzy.

“What do you want to do then? Maybe speak to her and explain where you stand?”

Larissa snorted faintly, “I have been doing it for the past two years and a few occasions before that. What do you think I was talking with her about before she threw herself at me? ‘If you want me so much come and get me’?”

“Oh, shut up…” you groaned and hid your face on her neck at her chuckles.

She laughed a bit more and you felt her shoulders relax underneath your head. It was getting colder every day, but you still heard a lone grasshopper somewhere around. You felt suddenly exhausted from your previously rapidly beating heart and the rollercoaster of emotions all this put you through, and the night sounds and Larissa’s hand softly caressing your shoulder almost had you sleeping.

It was oddly touching how she knew you wanted nothing more than your bed, and when she offered you two retire for the evening, you couldn’t be bothered to think the party would continue for probably hours still.

It was almost over. When you woke up the next morning to a dead arm aching under Larissa’s ribs you could only hug her tighter. You had no idea how things would be when you got back, but having her at that moment, with no responsibilities knocking at your door was too precious a thing to waste.

“Morning,” you heard her grumbling voice against your chest.

“Good morning, beautiful,” you smiled, refusing to let her go while she mock-fought you for her freedom.

In a few seconds, you were giggling uncontrollably. She had rolled on her back, bringing you with her and your arm seemed to be on fire when more blood started running through its veins.

With a slightly panicked “Oh, fuck” you fell onto her, and the giggling turned into laughter. “You- haha, you murdered my arm… my p- hahaha my poor arm!”

“Aww, poor baby, do you want me to kiss it better?”

“Your… cruel condescendence… wounds me,” you controlled your breathing with long intakes of breath, finally resting calmly on Larissa’s chest.

“Oh, so kisses and praises?” one could say the rough quality to her voice was due to recent slumber, but the shift of her leg underneath you told another story.

Things shouldn’t shift this fast. They never did, but with Larissa, nothing was how it was supposed to be. Her fingers slowly travelling up and down your arm suddenly weren’t absentminded, the quiet calmness turned into still air, charged with waves of electricity.

You raised yourself from her just enough to loom over her face, arm not hurting as much with the quickening pace of your heart. She looked so familiar, not like a lover you had just found, but one you’d kept for all your life. Her messy hair made her beautiful in a comforting way, reminding you of cloudy skies after many days of heat.

She was magnificent. You had no idea how someone like her could praise you when she was simply perfect. What good could you be compared to her?

You hoped she was able to see how you felt in your eyes, but to make sure, you leant down and kissed her vehemently, you tried to translate the tenderness you felt but the year boiling inside you rendered you unable to do anything other than take and take and demand for more, you only hoped she could understand the emotions behind it all.

Her hands held you firmly by the waist, thumbs reaching underneath your top and caressing the skin over your ribs.

You were grateful for your decision of only stripping off your trousers and jacket last night because now the chilly air from the stone room created an incredible contrast with the heat of Larissa’s body, and her warm hands travelling the expanse of your back as you slowly started grinding against her left goosebumps on their wake.

She grabbed your arse and pulled you forcefully against her hipbone, earning a low growl as you had to stop kissing her from lack of brain power and air. Try as you might, you didn’t have the capacity to kiss her properly while she made your insides feel like Greek fire.

It was incomprehensible how she managed to turn your body into a teenager’s, alight in a way that felt like the briefest touch could finish you if only she wanted to.

“So sweet of you to think you could have your way,” she breathed in your ear, and the warm breath seemed to melt your muscles while her thigh against the heat between your legs made them tense.

How could she remember that while you couldn’t say for sure if one plus one was two or ten or a thousand? Oh… right. You could fix that.

Staring defiantly into her eyes, you moved your knee to rest between her own thighs, pressing vindictively against her. Her sharp intake of breath bloomed an impish smile on your face and for a second you could concentrate enough to mutter:

“Let’s see whose way it will be, then,” before lunging yourself into her.

Your mouths clashed together. A battle of will, but also a harmonious dance of taking as much as possible and giving the most you could. You trailed down her face with desperation, leaving urgent kisses along her jaw and long, well-savoured love bites right above her pulse.

Larissa’s sounds were a symphony. She gasped and groaned and fought off whimpers, only making them sound more desperate by trying to mask them when you grabbed her hips to help you grind your thigh to her. Through her sheer nightdress, her wetness warmed your skin, and you realized the slippery fabric was severely decreasing the amount of friction you intended to provide her.

You urgently grasped at the hem of the dress, only managing not to rip it away from her by going down to kiss every inch of exposed skin revealed by the fabric.

You trailed up her stomach, revelling in its soft, milky skin. You wanted to paint it red, then blue, then purple with your mouth. Her body was the perfect canvas and you longed to mark how much you loved it everywhere possible.

“You took… such… good care of me yesterday…” you murmured as you pressed kisses up her ribs and between her breasts, “I can only hope to return the favour in kind.”

You emerged from underneath the cloth where you’d been giving her right nipple some well-deserved attention when you heard her muffled whine. Her lips were sealed in a thin line, eyes shut tight.

“Oh, no, no, no, none of that,” you whispered, planting soft kisses on her cheek and lips, “I want to listen to you-“

“But what if someone hears us?” well, that was an inspiring thought.

“If someone does, I’ll have to myself a pat on the back, because these walls are literal stone.”

Her rumbling chuckle grew into both of you lightly laughing and you couldn’t believe how much you wanted her then. You wanted that laugh, to wake up like this every day, to see her soft and happy but also panting and moaning. You wanted it all. And as you realized it, you leaned down again to kiss her deeply and slowly. Your hand left her waist to reach for her face, hold her and caress her cheek as you drowned in that feeling of being so utterly, unfathomably, helplessly in love. Of course you were, maybe for weeks, maybe months, maybe you fell just like from a cliff to the sea, ungracefully and suddenly, destined to certain destruction or a once-in-a-lifetime experience, it all depended on the impact.

You felt breathless when you parted, but looking into Larissa’s eyes, blown to the point you nearly couldn’t see the blue, managed to knock even the idea of air out of your lungs.

She was otherworldly. You wanted to worship her like divinity.

Without breaking eye contact, you began to make your way down her body again, kissing a path to the pit of her stomach, leaving goosebumps in your wake.

Instinctively, her fingers weaved through your hair, and she held your gaze for half a second more, waiting for your next step. You had to taste her or you’d die. Patience and build-up could be exercised another time.

She didn’t fight her cries. Not this time, not with much more to feel than think about.

“Do you think they’re waiting for us for breakfast?” you mused while massaging Larissa’s scalp with expensive shampoo (her own) for white-silver hair.

“Maybe the girls. For some reason, I don’t think Morticia is too keen on seeing us very soon.”

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Chapter Nine

[riordanness]

breathe - [r.cameron]

requested: no

warnings: panic attack

wordcount: 0.8K

Rafe Cameron has never been the most likeable guy in the Outer Banks. He’s the son of Ward Cameron, one of the wealthiest guys on the island, as well as the cruellest and most manipulative. If you knew what was best for you, you stayed well away from anyone in the Cameron family.

I personally had never had any real interactions with Rafe or his family, my opinions on him based almost entirely on the words of my friends. The other teens, mostly the Pogues I hung around with, would whisper behind his back about how he was a 'spoiled rich brat' and 'arrogant' – something that only pushed him further away from any kind of meaningful social interaction.

I wouldn’t say I’m the nicest person ever, but I try my best to act friendly towards everyone I can, as you never know what someone is going through behind the scenes. I try to treat everyone with kindness, except for Rafe, who she intensely disliked. I know all too well about his 'bad boy' reputation and that makes me want to steer as far away in the opposite direction as I can.

One day, a few weeks into the first term of my senior year, I’m sitting in history class when I suddenly begin to feel faint and lightheaded. I start struggling to breathe, and my chest pulls tight, painfully even. I hastily stand, not bothering to ask to be excused, and rush from the room.

Mr Sunn calls after me, but doesn't seem too bothered by my disappearance. He definitely has worse things to worry about than a girl leaving his classroom.

I crumple to the floor in the empty hallway, leaning my back against the wall for support. My head drops to my knees, drawn up to my chest, and I cry, my throat constricting, my breathing shallow.

I’m no stranger to panic attacks, growing up in a home that resulted in many an attack, usually late at night, alone under my covers. You’d think I’d be better at dealing with them by now, but I still have no idea how to help myself through them. Waiting it out is my best and only strategy at the moment.

I become vaguely aware of someone sliding down the wall to sit beside me, their hand on my shoulder. I lift my head, vision blurry with hot tears, only to find Rafe Cameron sitting next to me.

“It's okay,” he softly mutters, his deep-set voice oddly soothing in the moment. He runs a hand through my hair, gently trying to direct my gaze to his.

I cry harder, not wanting his presence, but being unable to even communicate with anything but more tears.

“Just try to breathe, y/n. I'm here. I'll help you calm down.”

I’m honestly kind of surprised he knows my name, as I never speak to him and try to generally avoid all contact with the blond boy.

My initial reaction is to push him away, my intense dislike for him still a presence in the room. But as I look into his pretty, concerned blue eyes, I begin to realise that at this moment, Rafe isn't trying to prove a point or show off his wealth. Instead, he is trying to genuinely help me in a moment of need.

With shaky breaths, I continue to focus on him, as if the words coming out of his mouth are an anchor. Rafe continues to talk, describing his family’s boat, and how pretty the waves look in the morning sunrise. I don’t know how he knows me well enough to know that the water is my favourite thing in the world, but each sentence carries a tone of assurance that things will, indeed, get better in time.

It wasn't long until I feel my heart rate slowing down and my breathing grow more consistent. I shakily stand up, still processing the fact that it is Rafe Cameron who was the one to bring her back to reality.

We simply stand there in silence for a minute, the atmosphere filled with a strange awkwardness. I’m not quite sure how to react – I had gone from intensely disliking this boy to having feelings of admiration and gratitude towards him.

“Thank you, Rafe,” I say, my voice a mixture of surprise and appreciation. “You… you didn't have to do that for me, you know.”

At that, he smirks, a faint look of satisfaction in his expression. “I know I didn't,” he says. “It just seemed like the right thing to do.”

I smile hesitantly, my heart suddenly warming up to this boy I thought I’d known all too well. It was at that moment that I realise that maybe even the mean, rich, arrogant Rafe Cameron has a heart after all.

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[ayyydra]

It’s Rude To Stare | F!Reader/Millions Knives Oneshot (NSFW)

A/N: OOC Tristamp Millions Knives humouring reader with his arms. This little one-shot blossomed from an idea that I had, and subsequently shared, in a Trigun server. Gets quite spicy towards the end. I also have a bit of a Knives muse floating around in my head who comes and goes as he pleases. He's pretty fun to write. Words: 1254. Tags: Vaginal fingering (f!receiving), Finger fucking (f!receiving). Ao3 Link Trigun Fic Master List Divider Credit: cafekitsune

It’s rude to stare, or so that's what you've been told for most of your life.

But you can't seem to tear your eyes from the sight of the way Knives’ arms flex, tense and relax. Not only do you stare from afar when he's training, but it’s the first thing you notice about him when he’s idly standing about or sitting down, or when he is talking to you. It’s those moments like these when your mind begins to wander...

You wonder what it’s like to touch them. You wonder how hard the muscle must feel when it is flexed, and how soft it must be when relaxed. You wonder if the skin stretching over said muscle is smooth and supple to touch. 

But when Knives catches you staring for a little bit too long, his blank expression shifts into one of curiosity.

“What are you staring at?”

Your expression is that of prey being caught between the jaws of a predator, your eyes widening in panic as he calls you out. You stutter and whatever speech you had suddenly evades you. You are unsure of how to respond, but when you've attempted to string something together and make an excuse, he's already picked up on why you're staring. 

And he humours you.

"Is this human entranced with the sight of my arms? Very well, if I must pique your curiosity, then here..."

His hands are broad and soft - uncalloused - as he takes yours and places them on his shoulders, the top half of his skin-tight suit dematerialising. He’s warm and soft, exactly like you had imagined, his muscles firm as your hands slide and drift down to give his biceps a gentle squeeze.

"Is this what you were after?" He asks, raising his eyebrows at you. 

You’re afraid to express yourself for a moment, but the cadence and softness of his voice, and the way his eyes search yours for a response oddly calms you.

“Yes…” you breathe, sliding your hands around to his triceps to feel and gently squeeze the muscle there.

A laugh rumbles from his chest, reverberating throughout his body so much so, that you can feel it in the flesh beneath your palms and fingertips.

“Such predictable and simple creatures…” he remarked softly as he looked down at you. 

But Knives' arms aren't just for show, oh no. There is brute strength behind those arms of his, even if he is seen utilising his bladed tendrils to make quick work of his foes, and those who stand in his way on the daily. Perhaps that's how his skin has remained unmarked and unblemished all these years; never letting anyone, not even a human, come too close for comfort.

Well, that was until he met you of course.

You are perhaps the only one - the first and last human on this desert planet - that has and ever will experience first hand, the brute strength of Millions Knives. But it's a different type of brute strength that you experience.

It's not the kind you see him use when resorting to violence and bloodshed, but it's one that no one else has ever seen him use.

Ever.

Not even in the one-hundred and fifty years he's been roaming this desert planet.

Until one day when you were being particularly unruly and rebellious - enough to test Knives' patience and push it to the brink - was when he took you completely by surprise. You let out a surprised gasp as he effortlessly lifted you up with one arm and draped you over his shoulder. As you were being carried away, your face bloomed at the thought of what else he was capable of when using both arms on you.

And you very quickly learned what these capabilities were. 

A sheen of sweat covers your bodies as a single hand of his pins both of your wrists above your head, the other, working between your spread legs, prying a never ending river of slick from your core. It’s truly a delectable sight, watching his forearm and bicep tense and relax as he works two of his thick fingers into your cunt; his fingers curled nice and deep inside of you, the soft pads of his fingertips hammering away at your most sensitive spot as he finger fucks you. 

"For your unruly and petulant misbehaviour earlier, this is your punishment..." he scolds, his voice not faltering for even a moment as his hand continues to work you into a babbling mess.

You weakly nod in response, far too carried away with what was going on between your legs and the pleasure addling your brain. You wouldn't exactly call this 'punishment' more than you would call it a 'reward', but you were smart enough not to tell him that even in such a state. If anything, you were getting almost exactly what you wanted from him, and it was all because of those damn sculpted arms of his and how badly you wanted him to man handle you with them.

The sounds that fill the room are so wet and lewd. He's bringing you pleasure that you're not quite so sure that you yourself could ever bring with your own fingers ever again. Perhaps you would find a way to make this a bit more of a common occurrence with your ways, maybe you would bring yourself to ask him to use you and your body as a way to explore humans in a 'different' way.

You lull your head to the side, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to focus on the pleasure rapidly building between your legs, pushing you closer and closer to sweet bliss.

"Look at me."

His command snaps you from your short-lived pleasure filled daze. You do as you are told and slowly turn your head to meet his ice-blue gaze; only to find it unwavering from yours. A light grin tugs at his lips when you comply as he begins to grind the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit; your eyes blowing wide and your back arching at the added external stimulation. Wanton moans slipped from your lips as the calculated, yet careless assault on your sweet spots intensified; the internal and external stimulation now overwhelming you, pushing you to the brink of an orgasm. 

“N-Nai… I’m gonna… Oh... Oh f-fuck, fuck, fuck…” you curse, throwing your head back and squeezing your eyes shut. You were so, so close...

"Do not look away…” he growls through grit teeth. “Look at me when you cum…”

Knives keeps up with his pace as you weakly attempt to hold your head up to look at him. The sight above you is heavenly, the beads of sweat forming on his temples, the way his platinum blonde hair sticks to his forehead and his eyes focused in concentration on you is enough to bring you to your orgasm; your hips stuttering and walls contracting hard around his fingers as you cry out his name in rapture. Thick, smooth and soft digits continue to fuck you through your orgasm as the heel of his palm continues its grinding on your clit to the point of overstimulation, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes from the intense stimulation as your body goes limp beneath his touch.

You whimper as he removes his fingers, his hand petting your sopping wet cunt as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Good girl…” he purrs against you.

And here you thought it was rude to stare…

[haleyhunwritess]

could you write something with cg!bucky and him being mean to reader because he's stressed with work or something and she ends up upsetting him even more by not following some of his rules like using a knife or trying to make her own bottle and making a mess, but then he feels guilty at the end and like its just all fluff after she forgives him really quickly and he promises to make it up to her 🤎🤎

Sharp objects are not for little ones

A/N: Sorry it took me a while to get to this!! I hope you like it though <3 Could definitely use some angst and fluff right now myself hahah

Warnings: DD/LG themes, daddy!bucky x reader, reader accidentally gets hurt a little bit, yelling, mention of spanking, FLUFF AT THE END I SWEAR

You quietly made your way over to Bucky's office for the third time today, knocking on the door while holding your favourite stuffed animal in your other hand. He had been working all day long and every time you went into his office to try and get him to spend some time with you, you were scolded for not listening to him and told to leave. You knew he was busy working but he'd been in office all week long, and now you were getting frustrated.

He opened the door with an unamused expression on his face, “Princess, I said not now.”

“Please Daddy…you’ve been working all day!” His facial expression remained unchanged, making you sigh and give up.

“F-fine…” You turned around and started to walk back downstairs, clutching onto your stuffie while pouting. Bucky sighed and slammed his door shut once again.

An hour later, you decided to put away your toys, getting bored of them after playing with them all day long. You quietly made your way into the kitchen and opened the fridge to find something to eat. You grabbed the milk out of the fridge and carefully placed it onto the counter. As you were about to pour the milk your bottle, you noticed there was a bowl of strawberries right behind the milk. You grabbed the bowl of strawberries, and placed it next to the cutting board before grabbing one of the big sharp knives that Bucky usually uses to cut strawberries for you. You knew you weren't allowed to make yourself food without Bucky there to make sure you weren't using any sharp tools such as knives, but it wasn't your fault he was too busy to take care of you right now. You placed one of the sweet berries onto the cutting board, gripping onto it tightly, before using the knife to carefully slice the top off. You continued to carefully cut them up, smiling down at the sweet treat and admiring your work. How proud would Bucky be right now if he could see that his little girl was able to take care of herself?

Suddenly, the knife slipped away from your hand, and you let out a yelp as you felt a sharp stinging pain in your hand. You look down, holding your hand tightly, and noticed it was bleeding profusely, dripping down onto the cutting board. You panicked, not knowing what to do next, and you could feel yourself going more and more into little headspace. You reached over for the tea towel that was under the milk, knocking over the carton and watching it spill all over the floor. You couldn't help but let out a loud sob at that, knowing Bucky would be furious that he was going to have to clean all this up.

Suddenly, you heard his loud footsteps making their way down to the kitchen. You knew there was no way out of this. He was gonna find out what happened, and there was no way he'd let you go without a punishment.

"What happened here?" You looked behind you and noticed he was standing right there, a furious look on his face and yet oddly his voice was somehow still calm.

"I-I...I was j-just-"

"You know what? I don't wanna hear it. Go upstairs to your room." He pushed you out of his way, starting to clean up the milk off the floor, not paying attention to your small injury and how blood was still dripping down from it. You turned around and decided it was best to listen to him and go to your room. You couldn't help but continue to sob loudly, mainly at the sight of the blood that was getting all over your clothes now as you tried to stop the bleeding with your top.

"Stop fucking crying, I have enough to deal with here, I don't need to listen to your pathetic crying as well."

You quickly put your hand over your mouth, trying your best to hold in the cries until you got to your room. You felt hurt that Bucky would yell at you for crying over this, he knew you didn't do well with blood and he knew you were sensitive to loud noises. Why would he purposely hurt you and yell at you? Maybe he'd had enough of you. Maybe he finally realized you were no good to him.

You reached the top of the stairs and decided you should try to clean the cut up by yourself instead of bothering Bucky. You slowly peeled your finger away from your shirt but some of the blood had dried up and it almost felt like your shirt was stuck to your finger.

You decided to quickly rip it off your finger as you noticed it was starting to bleed again, however, you didn't realize just how much it would hurt.

"Ow! Fuck!" you cried loudly at the stinging sensation.

Your eyes widened when you realized that Bucky had probably heard you. He wasn't the biggest fan of naughty words like that and only used them when he was really upset. However, you weren't allowed to use them no matter how upset you were. He had punished you numerous times for using them, and each time the punishment got worse. You quickly started walking over to the bathroom, as you heard Bucky making his way upstairs already.

"Stop right there." You knew it was too late, he already had a rough grip on your arm as he dragged you over to the playroom.

"No, no, no! Stop it! Stop it!"

"You're in enough trouble, don't make this any worse." He shut the door behind him and threw you onto the rug that was infront of the big leather chair. You quickly sat up, wincing slightly, and crawled over to the chair. He made no effort to check and see if you were alright. Instead, he just took his watch off and placed it on the nearby table before making his way over to the chair and taking a seat.

"Come here."

"N-no...No...I wanna leave."

"What?"

"I-I-I wanna l-leave. I wanna go to my room." He rolled his eyes and patted his lap before motioning for you to go to him.

"No I wanna go! Y-you're being so mean! I-I wanna leave! It h-hurts..."

Bucky frowned and got up from his seat, moving closer to you to pick you up. You thrashed around in his arms, starting to cry uncontrollably as he led you over to the bed. Eventually, you stopped fighting and continued to cry your little heart out in his arms. He sat down on the bed, with you in his lap, and lifted your chin up with his index finger to look into your eyes.

"What's going on with you today, love? What hurts, pretty girl, what happened?" You shook your head, not wanting to tell him what happened, you didn't wanna risk getting into any more trouble. Instead of answering him, you continued to cry in his arms, not wanting to let go anymore. He gently rubbed your back, still confused as to why you were behaving this way. You were never this fussy during a punishment, and you always obeyed him. He wasn't used to hearing you say no, especially to a punishment.

"You said it hurts, what hurts love? Did you hurt yourself by accident, baby?" You hesitantly nodded and lifted your hand up to show him the big cut on your finger. His eyes widened slightly, taking your hand in his to take a closer look at it. His hand gently brushed against the cut, making you wince in pain.

"Oh I'm so sorry, baby," he quickly apologized, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. 'I'm so sorry, love. I didn't know you got hurt."

"I-It's okay I-I should've told you w-what happened." You hugged him back, with your head resting on his shoulder while quietly sniffling.

"No, no, love, this is all my fault. I was stressed out with work and I took it all out on you. I'm so sorry. I didn't even give you a chance to explain yourself, I'm so sorry, baby. Daddy is very sorry, will you please forgive me, pretty girl?" He pulled away from the embrace and looked down at you with a sad smile. You quickly nodded and hugged him again, "It's okay, Daddy. I forgive you."

"You're too nice to Daddy, babygirl…I promise I'll make it up to you. Before we do anything though, I've gotta get this cut cleaned up, but then we can do anything you want. We can go to the park, we can go get some ice cream, whatever you want, love. How does that sound, pretty girl?"

"It sounds good, Daddy! I wanna get ice cream and go to the park please!"

"Whatever you want, babygirl, but you have to promise me you won't disobey me again and use the sharp knives without my permission. Do we have a deal, princess?"

"Hmmmmm, okay fine, Daddy. I won't ever disobey you like that again!"

"That's my good girl." He kissed her once again before carrying her to the bathroom to clean up the cut.

[noturlondonboy]

No More Excuses//Katelena

Chapter 2: Déjà Vu is a Funny Thing, Funny Thing

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Chapter summary: Yelena makes Kate mac-n-cheese and tells her to go to bed.

A/N: enjoy :))

Chapter warnings: medications

“You still haven’t answered my question, Yelena. Why the hell are you in my house?”

Yelena Belova just waved a hand in Kate’s direction as she stirred a boiling pot of Kraft mac-n-cheese on the stove, humming a tune under her breath and tapping the toes of her Doc Martens. “Oh, Kate Bishop. You really must learn to relax now and again.”

Kate could only continue to stare, her poor brain doing everything in its power to get a grasp on the current situation. She had only slept a whopping total of three hours before this whole thing began, and now that her body seemed to realize she wasn’t in any immediate danger, the exhaustion had punched her in the face and left her unable to properly respond by going back to bed.

And now, suddenly, there was another person in her apartment with her- and it wasn’t just anybody, it was Yelena. Yelena who was Natasha Romanoff’s little sister, Yelena who could kill Kate at the flick of her wrist, Yelena who liked mac-n-cheese and giggled at small things and had an accent like a cool blanket of snow.

“You’re staring, Kate Bishop.”

“Hard not to when I’m sleep deprived and someone broke into my house.”

Yelena sighs so deeply Kate’s sure she’s about to pass out, but the woman just shakes her head and continues to monitor her noodles. “Once again, Kate Bishop, you’re being so hostile. Also, again, I still didn’t break anything. Lighten up, hm?”

“I’m not being hostile!” Kate sputtered, feeling oddly riled up.

A cutting glance from the blonde had her almost pouting, a headache forming behind her eyes as she scowled.

“Kate Bishop. Please. Stooop talking. I am making macaroni and it is going to be very tasty, but you will eat and not talk, and then you will go back to sleep with your doggy. Yes?”

Kate thinks the dumbfounded expression is going to get stuck on her face with how much she’s used it in the past 15 minutes, but she can’t seem to wipe it off as she tries to process Yelena’s words.

“Wait, I’m sorry- what? You just show up in the middle of the night completely unannounced and with no explanation, and I’m supposed to brush it off and go to sleep?”

“Pretty much,” Yelena replies simply, rolling her shoulders out as she drains the noodles and begins to add the rest of the ingredients. “We could have a conversation right now, but you are cranky. I would rather experience you rested and fed.”

Kate did not respond to the ‘cranky’ quip, opting to just tap her fingers and rub at her face until Yelena placed a bowl of macaroni in front of her, along with a fork, a glass of water, and one of Kate’s sleeping pills.

“How did you-?” Kate startled, blinking at both the cutlery and the medication once she noticed that Yelena also had a fork of her own.

“In the morning, Kate Bishop, we will talk. Eat. I made it special just for you.”

Feeling dizzy and perhaps a bit too content to obey, Kate scooped up a bite of the noodles. She hadn’t realized how hungry she truly was until the melted cheese hit her tongue, but once her stomach woke up at that, she scarfed the bowl down like it was oxygen.

Yelena laughed deeply, watching Kate as she turned ravenous over boxed macaroni. To be fair, it was delicious.

Once they had both finished eating, Yelena took the dishes (and the suspiciously new fork) to Kate’s sink before turning to lean against the counter and level a stare at her.

“What?”

“Sleepy time.”

“You promise you’ll explain all of this in the morning?” Kate asks wearily, a little too calm with the situation at hand.

“Yes, Kate Bishop, I promise.” Yelena watched her intently, and Kate felt chills go down her spine as she slowly stood and walked towards the couch to get Lucky. He blinked up at her, sprawled out over the cushions.

“Some guard dog you are,” Kate grumbled, patting his head until he got up and followed her to her bed. Lucky just flopped back down on the blankets, giving a sigh of contentment, and ignored her.

Kate stared at him, vision going blank and head swirling dizzily as the exhaustion caught up to her. She sat on the edge of her bed, feeling the sleeping meds drip down her spine and swirl deeply in her lungs.

She eventually laid down on her back, the ceiling melting away.

Yelena. Huh.

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