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warm heat - vash x reader

pairing: vash the stampede x reader rating: 18+ summary: It was another hot night on the planet and you couldn't wait to get out of your 'work' clothes, meaning the clothes you catch bounties in. The jean and leather materials did little to protect you from the scorching heat. You weren't too sure how Vash was able to keep cool in this kind of weather. tags: pwp, smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, plant biology/vash glows when he's turned on, filth,

It was another hot night on the planet and you couldn't wait to get out of your 'work' clothes, meaning the clothes you catch bounties in. The jean and leather materials did little to protect you from the scorching heat. You weren't too sure how Vash was able to keep cool in this kind of weather.

You and Vash had been working together for some time now. The relationship had become intimate over a short while, that was when you found out about his strange biology. You found it endearing in a way, he lit up like a nightlight when you touched him the right way. There was one thing to be told how good you were doing, it was another to watch a physical reaction happen.

You got to the room in the inn and started to strip, ready for a nice bath to relax your mind and body. Vash only got into the room when you were walking over to the bathroom. Your bare ass was on display for him.

“Oh wow.” He said, “If you wanted to do something tonight, you could've just asked.” He scratched the back of his head.

You looked over your shoulder, “I'm taking a bath first, I'm not doing anything with you Mr. Stampede until you wipe all the grime off of you.” Then shut the door in his face. You giggled on the other side as you heard him groan like a pathetic puppy.

And he was supposed to be the humanoid typhoon? It was a laughable thought really.

You turned on the tap and waited for the bathtub to fill up. You tried to cool yourself down beforehand with your hand but to little avail. You got in soon after, not waiting for the tub to fully fill up. You relaxed instantly when your body sank into the water. You rested both arms on either side of the tub and relaxed.

Today was quite brutal, the bounty you had been trying to catch had been a slippery one. It seemed like he was always one step ahead of you, but eventually you and Vash caught him. But that also meant running through a farm outside of town, you never wanted to run through the pig's pen ever again. You weren't too sure if you could ever get the smell of pig shit off of your boots. But thankfully the high bounty would allow you to get a brand new pair if you really wanted to.

Soon you washed down your sweaty body, letting the dirt and grime find home in the soap then into the water. You soon washed your hair as well under the tap to get all the dirt out of it. You felt like a new woman like this. You stayed in the tub until the water grew cold. It felt nice getting all the sweat and dirt off of your body after a long day.

You unplugged the tub and got out, you wrapped yourself in a towel and exited the bathroom. Vash's eyes lit up when he saw your semi naked form exit the bathroom. He sat up straighter and looked at you with wide eyes.

You chuckled, ”Like what you see, Vash?”

“Seeing my girl naked, I suppose so.” He got up to go over to you. He frowned when you walked past him and sat on the bed. You knew what he wanted. You watched his expression as you dropped the towel beside you on the bed.

You giggled as you spread your legs, “C'mon, Vash. You can't expect me to do all the work. i want to see what that pretty mouth of yours can do.“ Your bare pussy on display for the blond.

His cheeks grew warm and the plant pattern gave a soft glow as you were so domineering towards him. He liked that, he liked that a lot. He took off his gloves slowly so as not to get dirt and other grime on your freshly washed thighs. You smelt like the soap the inn provided. It wasn't much but it drew the blond in.

“You know you're amazing, right?” He asked, “I want you to know that.” he looked up at you with so much love in his eyes. He adored you more than anything. It had been such a long time since someone loved him that deeply. He was proud to call you his. He wanted to be with you for a long time, however long you two would remain on this planet. He had no intentions of ever leaving. He kissed the inside of your thigh with such tenderness.

You combed your fingers through his hair and stared down at him with as much devotion as he held. You gripped the shaved part of his undercut and smiled down at him, “So are you, Vash. So are you.” Your eyes closed for a moment as he laid another tender kiss on your thigh.

He took off those glasses of his before he held onto your thighs to keep them spread and started to lick at your sweet pussy. You watched him visibly relax. He was in his element between your thighs. He carefully licked at your sweet sex as he held onto your thighs, blunt nails dug into your soft flesh.

He groaned and the glow returned as his cock strained in his pants. He was getting aroused too. He moved his head away for a moment and rested his cheek against your thigh. His lips were shiny with your wetness and he leaned into your touch. “You are amazing.” He said almost dreamily.

You leaned back a little and continued to stroke his head, “Not as amazing as you, Vash.” You adored him, there was no way around it. Even if he was a klutz at times, you knew there was a kind softness to him. He may not be the most dominant in the bedroom, but you loved him just as he was. He was a perfect partner, both inside and outside the bedroom.

He sighed contently once more, letting the glow ebb and flow across his skin. Soon he went back to you. His tongue continued to pleasure you which caused you to kick out your legs in pleasure. But Vash kept his large hands on your thighs which kept you to the bed.

The bed squeaked as you moved against his grasp, but all attempts were futile. His skilled tongue lapped across your sex. Soon he added his fingers to the mix and rubbed your clit while pushing two fingers into you. His long fingers hit deep inside of you, which only added pleasure through your body. It was an amazing feeling.

“Shit. Vash.” You moaned as you gripped onto his head and dug his nose up against your pussy in an effort to get more pleasure from him. He moaned into you and his movements became faster.

He peeled his head away from you and looked at you while he fingered you, “Like that, babe?” His pupils looked a little bigger than they did before. He let go of your other thigh to rub his cock over his pants to relieve some of the pressure. As a result he glowed like a little glow-worm. You reached for his face and cupped it while he looked at you, his fingers still being pushed in and out of you.

“I love it, Vash.” You swallowed, your cheeks felt searing hot and not from being outside all day, “Please keep going, you feel amazing.” You traced the glowing pattern on his skin with your thumb before he dove back in. He stroked his cock over his pants while he pleasured you. He derived his pleasure from yours, he felt like a good lover when he was able to make you feel so good.

He loved your noises when the two of you made love, it was a remarkable feeling to be so close to someone. You felt pleasure wash ove you like a large wave as you felt yourself nearing climax.

His breathing was becoming heavier as he continued to pleasure you orally plus rubbing his fingers deep inside of you. You were panting as well as you felt your body heat up from the pleasure. You gripped onto his head and he whined softly as he continued his movements. His cock was painfully pushing up against the constraints of his pants. You knew you'd have to help him soon.

“Fuck. Vash. Please.“ You moaned as you held onto him for dear life. The pleasure was intoxicating. There was nothing quite like it as he continued his movements. He could tell you were close to climax as you gripped onto him even tighter.

He moaned against your pussy and you melted, letting the pleasure wash over you further. There was nothing quite like it. It was a divine feeling as he moved his mouth against you. His fingers only added to the pleasure. You tried to bite back moans but it was impossible with how deep you were.

With a few more toe-curling licks you climaxed against Vash's mouth and fingers. The rush through your body left you light headed as you dropped onto the bed, your breathing heavy.

Vash pulled away from your pussy and looked up and you before he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. The glow was very prominent against his skin as he now looked down at your hot, blissed out body.

“Wow.” He said.

“Wow.” You said back, you spread your legs further, “I guess you should take that bath before we do anything further.” You smirked a little despite the heavy breathing.

He smiled, "Or maybe you could join me.“ He started to unbuckle his coat, ”There are some areas I don't think I can reach alone.“ His cock was at full attention as he stared at you with those blue eyes.

Soon you got up and on wobbly legs, followed him into the bathroom. It was time to see if two people could fit in that tub. The answer excited you, even if you were only running at half the speed.

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Desire/ 1

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader, featuring Wooyoung

Word count- 6.9k

Includes- Voyeurism, Sub Seonghwa, handcuffs, dirty talk, cock massage, abs riding, reverse cowgirl, 69, blow job, pussy eating, cum eating, cock riding, squirting, multiple orgasms, featuring Wooyoung

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Seonghwa POV

I'm pissed off as I storm down the hall to Wooyoung's room

He's yelling so loudly and he needs to shut the fuck up

I'm trying to nap

I don't know what he's doing, playing a video game, watching a movie but he needs to cut the shouting out

Grabbing his doorknob, I shove the door open

"Wooyoung, shut the fu....", I trail off as I get a clear view of my best friend bouncing on Wooyoung's dick

I know she and Wooyoung fuck from time to time

It doesn't bother me

She's a grown ass woman, she can do what she wants

The only rule I have is that she can't go fuck him if she came to hang out with me

That's not cool

She agreed and today we weren't hanging out

I just didn't know she was here right now

My mouth drops as I watch her ass bounce, her cunt sliding up and down his cock, her hole spreading open so widely

It's fucking hot and I'm turned on, my cock getting hard

Wooyoung looks around her, stopping her movements

"We have a guest", he says and she immediately turns her head to me

"Hwa", she gapes, her whole face turning red

"I uh I...."

"What do you want?", Wooyoung asks, like I didn't just see him getting ridden

"I uh...you were loud...I came to tell you...uh... shut up", I babble, trying so hard to think and not stare at her cunt stuffed full with his dick

Wooyoung smirks at me, "Are you hard?"

"What?", she yells, looking down between my legs, her eyes widening

"He is", Wooyoung laughs

"Shut up", I growl, realizing I'm just standing here and I need to get the fuck out, "I....bye"

"Wait", Wooyoung calls, making me stop, glaring at him

"Wanna join?"

"What?", she and I both say

"C'mon baby", he tells her, "Don't you wanna have fun with Hwannie?"

I swallow hard

I mean I have thought about sex with her but it was never more than a passing thought

I have eyes, I know she's hot, gorgeous but that's all it ever was

I've never seen her in action like I have now and I have to say, I wouldn't mind her bouncing on my dick like that

"Mmm...yeah ok", she answers

"Wanna Hwa?", Wooyoung asks

I nod like a bobble head doll

"Close the door and come here so we can talk about what's going to happen"

My body moves on its own, closing the door, locking it and my feet move me to his bed

He's moved her off him, both of them sitting next to each other

"So if you wanna join, it's my way", he starts

I raise my eyebrow, "Your way?"

He smirks, nodding, "Yeah"

"What's your way?"

"I tell you two what to do. How to fuck each other", he says, "Kinda like a director"

Ok, I can deal with that

I don't think he'll do anything too crazy

Hopefully

"And you're gonna be tied up"

"What?", I gape

Tied up?

What the fuck is that shit?

"Tied up. Well more accurately, handcuffed to the bed. She's gonna play with your dick and you're gonna take it"

I'm not gonna lie, that sounds hot

Having her dominate me?

I'm down with that

"Are you and I...", I trail off

He shakes his head, "Nah. It's your and her first time, it's about you guys. She can suck me off since I've been in her cunt before. I may touch your dick to get you inside her but that's all"

I can handle that

"Do you agree?", he asks

Yes I do

I want her

I don't know where this want is coming from but I want her

"Yes", I answer

"Is that ok with you baby?", he asks her

"Yeah", she nods

"Alright", Wooyoung exclaims

He's really excited about this

"Take your shirt off", he orders, as he rummages in his nightstand

Pulling my shirt up, I hear her gasp

Getting the shirt off, I look at her, my eyes widening as she stares at my abs with lust

I never thought she'd ever look at me like that

"Lay down", Wooyoung demands, pointing to the middle of the bed

I get on the bed, laying down, Wooyoung hovering over me, propping pillows behind me so I'm not laying completely flat

"Put your arms up"

I raise my arms, feeling cool metal around my wrist

I hear the sound of the handcuff locking and I look up, watching him handcuff my hand high on his bed

He gets up, moving to the other side of the bed, handcuffing my other hand too

Why he has two pairs of handcuffs I don't know

And I don't want to know who or how he uses them

"Take his pants and boxers off babe", he directs her

She moves onto her knees and I get my first glimpse of her completely naked

Fucking stunning

Big boobs, small frame, tiny pussy and....does she have abs too?

My mouth drops at the faint lines on her stomach

When did she get those?

"What?", she asks, tilting her head

"If I'm following his gaze correctly, he's looking at your abs" Wooyoung says

Yes I am and I didn't know that seeing them on her would turn me on so fucking much

"Oh. Well his are better", she answers, her cheeks pink

"When did you...", I ask

"Uh, I uh work out with Wooyoung"

My head shoots in his direction, "What?"

He shrugs, "When I asked her to fuck one time she said she was going to the gym and we could fuck later. I asked her if I could come too. Since then we go together all the time"

I'm surprised and honestly a little hurt

She knows I go to the gym all the time, why hasn't she asked me to go with her?

I would gladly go with her

"Do her muscles turn you on?", he smirks

"Yes", I answer right away, watching the shock fall on her face

"Well if you like her abs then you're gonna love her thighs. She works them out all the time and she can ride dick for a long time. You're gonna be in for a big surprise", he chuckles

My eyes snap down to her thighs and I can see the small muscles there too

Fuck me, it's such a turn on

If she rides me, I know I'm gonna be watching her legs move

Fuck, I'm so horny, I'm straining against my sweatpants

"Take his pants and boxers off princess. The wait is killing him"

She nods, her hands grabbing my pants, fingers sliding between my boxers waistband

She tugs down my pants and boxers and I lift my ass so she can pull them all the way down

I can't believe my best friend is undressing me

I would of never thought this would be near the realm of possibility

But it fucking is

She gets everything off, throwing it next to the bed

I watch her eyes slowly move up to my stiff dick, her eyes widening

"Oh my god", she whispers

"Hwannie has a massive cock huh?", Wooyoung smirks

"Yy..yeah", she murmurs

I do have an abnormally big dick

More so thick than super long

I've never had any complaints but I wonder if I'm good enough for her

"See how hard you make him? He's already leaking"

Her eyes move to his, "Me?"

"Or course baby. It's not me he's attracted to. Right Hwa?"

I nod

It's definitely not him

"Tell her", he demands

"I...I'm hard because of you Jo", I find myself saying, looking over her sexy body again

"Wanna touch your best friend's cock?", he asks her and my heart beats faster when she nods, "Ask him"

"Hwannie, can I touch your cock?"

Oh my god, it's so fucking hot hearing her ask me that

"Yyy...yes", I nod like a bobble head doll

She leans over, her hand immediately shooting out, wrapping around my length

Her hand looks so small against my dick, so pretty

Her hand moves up and down, her eyes glued to my dick, watching as she jerks me off

Pleasure slowly creeps into me, my legs trembling slightly

"Feels good Hwa?", Wooyoung asks

"Yeah", I answer softly

As she strokes me, I switch my gaze between her watching my dick and her hand moving

As I lift my eyes to her, I catch her lick her lip as she watches my dick and it turns me on

"Saw that baby", Wooyoung smirks, "Wanna taste Hwa?"

She nods, her eyes on me now, "Can I Hwa?"

My brain is malfunctioning as I realize what she's saying but I manage to nod

I watch the unbelievable sight of her bending lower, her tongue out, licking my slit, my cum collected on her tongue

Her tongue goes back into her mouth as she swallows and she says softly, "Hwannie tastes so good"

My mind is blown, completely shut down

"Want more baby girl?" Wooyoung asks

"Yes"

Jesus Christ

"Ok but just licks. No sucking his cock right now ok?"

She pouts and I'm in complete shock that my best friend apparently wants to suck my dick

"Princess", Wooyoung warns

"Alright", she frowns

"Good girl"

She leans over, her tongue roaming my head, licking up my cum while she jerks me off faster

"Oh my god", I cry

"How does her tongue feel?", Wooyoung asks

"So good", I choke out

"And her hand?"

"Good! Fuck, feels good!", I cry, pleasure rolling over me

"She's good at everything", he tells me, "Princess knows what to do with cock. Knows how to ride it, fuck it, jerk it and suck it. I dunno where she learned it from but I'm glad she's a big cock whore"

Fucking hell

"Right baby?"

She nods, her tongue swirling so fucking blissfully around my head

Well he's right in one aspect

She knows how to use her tongue and hand

She licks a few more times before Wooyoung tells her to let go of me and back away

She does, a pout on her face

"Don't worry princess, you'll be having lots of fun soon", Wooyoung promises her

I hope it has to do with her and me because I'm dying to be inside her

I do know that I interrupted them and he may want to continue fucking her

I hope not

"Lay his cock on stomach princess"

Her hand wraps around my dick as she does as she's told

"Good girl. Now sit on it"

She climbs on top of me, her pussy against the underside of my cock

Fuck, she's wet, getting all over me

"Does he feel good?"

She nods, "Hard. So hard"

I really am

I don't know if I've been this horny before

"Massage his cock princess", Wooyiung smirks, "With your pussy"

Jesus Christ

She immediately begins to move, her hands leaning on my chest, sliding her wet cunt along my cock, pleasure surging in my body

"Oh fuck", I cry, looking down, watching her move on me

Goddamn, her swollen lips are around my cock, her hips pressing down hard, her clit slipping against the frenulum of my cock

And it feels so good

"Seonghwa", she whispers, my eyes snapping up to get face immediately, my brain blasting apart when I hear her

She's fucking calling my name

It sounds so fucking good in her voice

She looks so fucking pretty, her face in pleasure, breathing hard, her tongue poking out from the side of her mouth as her hips move faster

I look back down at her cunt, moaning when I see her cream all over me

There's so much and god, fuck she's got such a pretty creamy pussy

"Hwannie", she groans, her legs tightening around my abdomen, her nails digging into the skin on my chest, "Yes Hwannie, so good. Fuck, so fucking good"

She keeps her clit at that spot on my dick, rubbing right there and I can see how good it is for her

And me too

"Princess, don't cum on his dick"

"What?", we both say, glancing at Wooyoung

He ignores me and speaks to her

"Right before you cum, slide off his dick, ride his abs and cum on them"

Holy fucking shit

"And you", he says to me, "Flex for her so your muscles are hard for her to get off"

I nod

I can do that

"She's close. See the way her hips move at that speed? The way her head is thrown back? The way her back is arching? She's gonna cum any second"

I notice everything he says, commiting it into my memory

"Off princess", he demands, then to me, "Flex"

I tighten my muscles just as she slides off my dick, right onto my abs, her hips not stopping their movements

She wiggles her hips around, until her clit glides across one of my tight muscles

"Fuck", she groans, fucking right into that spot on my abs, her cream making a huge glistening mess all over me

God, it's so fucking pretty

"Talk to her Hwa. Tell her what you want"

I look up at her again, swallowing hard

I don't....I don't know if I can

When I talk during sex it comes naturally

No one is telling me to talk, telling me what to do

I don't want to make her cringe

"Do it Hwa. Maybe she needs your voice to cum"

Ok, I can do this

"Jo, baby", I start, "I want you to cum for me"

Wooyoung take, "Lame"

I ignore him, watching her, getting lost in her

"Feels good baby?", I ask, mesmerized by her riding my abs

"So good Hwannie"

"Mm yeah baby. Fuck, you're making such a pretty mess all over me", I moan, the wet sound of her cream sliding all over my skin so fucking pornographic, "Make a bigger mess baby. Cum on me"

"Shit, shit, shit", she whimpers, her legs shaking

"Yeah baby. Fuck, wanna see you cum so badly. Don't you want to?"

"Yes, god yes"

"Then do it baby. And after, maybe you can make a big mess and cum around my dick too"

"Yes Hwa! Fuck Seonghwa", she moans, her entire body shaking as she cums all over my abs

And holy fuck, she's fixing gorgeous

Completely stunning

She keeps calling my name, grinding on my muscles, her fingers squeezing my skin hard

She finishes, her body slumping a little, breathing hard, my abs a total mess of her cum and juice

Again the word pretty floods my mind but seriously her cum looks so good on me and it's blowing my mind that I'm thinking that

"Good girl", Wooyoung praises her, "Look at the mess you made"

She looks at my abs, then at him, smiling softly, instant awe hitting me as I realize how beautiful her smile is, as well as jealously because she's not smiling at me

"Do you want your best friend to sit on your cock?", Wooyoung smirks at me

I nod my head rapidly

I'm dying to be in her cunt

"Words Hwannie", he demands

"Yes, fuck, want her on my cock"

Wooyoung turns his head to her, "You heard him"

She's already looking at me with wide eyes, desire in them, biting her lip

And I just want her so fucking bad

"Ask her Hwa"

"Jo, please. Can you sit on my cock?", I immediately plead

I'm so goddamn hard, so horny, I don't care about begging, "Please, wanna be in your pussy"

"Wanna be on your best friend's cock, princess?", Wooyoung asks her

She nods her head, "Fuck yes"

Oh god yes

"Then go on", Wooyoung says

She moves, grabbing my cock but Wooyoung stops her from putting me in

Fucking Wooyoung

"Turn around baby. Let him watch your pussy fuck him"

I swallow hard as she turns around, her pretty ass cheeks right there, her fucking dripping hole exposed and waiting for me

Wooyoung gets on the bed next to her, spreading her swollen pussy lips wide

"Look how pretty", he smirks at me, "So wet. You're gonna feel how tight it is soon"

"Nnn...now"

"Eager to have your best friend's cunt wrapped around you huh?"

I nod

I so am

After what we just did, I want to feel her cum on my cock desperately

"Go ahead princess. Put your best friend's cock in your pussy"

She lowers on to me, my head sliding in easily

She pushes down slowly and I have an amazing view of her hole stretching wide as she takes me

As soon as she moves down, I'm immediately hit by how tight she is

So tight, her hole straining as she takes me

And so fucking wet, dripping down my length that's not inside her yet

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!", I yell, already in so much pleasure, "Tight, fuck tight"

I can't speak in sentences, only babble like an idiot

"Look how pretty she opens for you", Wooyoung says, sitting next to me again, "Damn she's flooding your cock. If you think the cream on your abs is a lot, wait until she creams your dick. It'll drive you crazy. Her cunt is so sloppy and loud"

God, I can't wait to hear it

She bottoms me out, taking my entire cock, her pussy squeezing my shaft so goddamn hard

"How does Hwa's cock feel inside you?", he asks her

"So big. Fuck, so fucking thick. Feel so full", she whimpers and I'm relieved I feel just as good for her as she is for me

"Go princess. Ride him"

I watch her cunt slide along my cock up to my head, her cream soaking my length so much it's glistening on my skin

I don't think my dick has even been this wet with pussy juice before

She drops her hips down, slamming my cock back into her, a cute little yelp coming from her

From that one move, she starts to bounce, hard and fast, her hole straining around my cock

So fucking pretty

"Her cunt looks really pretty wrapped around your dick", Wooyoung comments, like he's watching a TV show instead of basically porn, "Her swollen lips are fucking latched onto you like glue"

Yeah they are

"Her hole looks so good, swallowing your cock", he continues, "Like she can't get enough"

It's true

She's sliding so fast, the sound of her ass hitting my thighs a pretty rhythm going on and on

"Oh fuck", she moans, my head slamming into her cunt

She keeps me inside her, changing her movements to rocking on my cock

"Oh fuck", I groan, the pleasure so fucking good

Like unbelievably good

I feel her get wetter with every rock, her cunt tightening hard

"Seonghwa", she whimpers, her skin trembling

"She got her spot", Wooyoung tells me

"Www...what?", I groan, trying to focus on his words

"She found her spot with your dick", he repeats, "That's why she's grinding on your cock. She's using your head to rub her spot and get off"

Holy crap, I like that a lot

She can use my dick anytime she wants

"Feels so good", I moan, pulling against the handcuffs

I just want to fucking touch her

"Yeah, it does", he agrees, then tells her, "Princess, bounce on Hwa's dick. Fuck yourself open on him"

She listens to Wooyoung immediately, sliding up and down my shaft

My eyes widen at how much cream is all over me

Pretty white cream all along my cock, more and more covering me with each bounce

That sight is so fucking hot

"Look at your best friend fuck her hole open on your cock", Wooyoung whispers to me, my gaze not leaving her pussy, "Told you she'd cream you good"

I nod, whimpering at the sight of that much cream

It's fucking everywhere

I've never been in a pussy as creamy as hers

"Seonghwa, oh god"

"Listen to her moan for you", Wooyoung continues, "You hear her calling your name?"

I nod, indeed hearing it

I heard it from the very first time she whispered it

And fuck, I didn't know my name could sound so fucking good

"She wants you. Or your cock at least", he says, "She loves being stuffed full of cock"

To her he asks, "How's your best friend's cock?"

"So good", she moans, bouncing harder, "So hard. So big"

"Yeah princess. He's wearing your cunt so well isn't he?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!"

Her speed increases, her cunt clenching me with each bounce down

"His personal little cock sleeve?", he asks her

I whimper at his words, them turning me on more

"Yes!", she yells, "Yes! I'm his cock sleeve! I'll be his fuck toy"

My mouth drops hearing her

"Yeah? Gonna let him wear you again?", Wooyoung asks

"Yes! Yes"

"Well tell him that", Wooyoung urges

He really is a great hype man

"Hwa", she whines, "Want you to wear my pussy baby"

"Anytime?", Wooyoung asks for me

She nods. "Yes, fuck. Hwa can wear my pussy anytime. Wanna be his cock sleeve"

Jesus Christ

"Is that what you want Hwa?"

I nod my head so hard I feel like a bobble head, "Yes. Fuck baby yes, wanna fuck you over and over"

"Yes Hwannie", she whines, fucking my cock hard, the sound of her wet, creaming hole taking me in so erotic

"Sss...so tight", I moan

"Is she throbbing hard?", Wooyoung asks me

"Yes", I breathe out, just as she clenches down on me

"She's gonna cum", he informs me

Fuck, I didn't know I wanted her to cum on me this much until he said it

Now all I can think about is her coming all over my cock

"Gonna cum baby?", Wooyoung asks

"Sss...soon. Real soon"

"Alright princess. Make sure you take Hwa all the way in so he can feel you cum on his dick ok?"

"Yeah", she groans, her cunt driving my head right into her spot

"Tell her what you want", Wooyoung tells me

Before I can even think, I blurt, "Cum on me! Fuck baby, cum all over my cock! Please!"

She slams down, her pussy throbbing rapid fire, her body shaking as she orgasms

"Seonghwa! Oh god, Seonghwa!", she cries

"Oh fuck!", I yell, intense pleasure from her orgasm tidal waving over me , "Yes! Fuck, so good! So good!"

Her hips rock badly and forth, her spot rubbing on my head, her cunt squeezing the life from my cock

"Good girl", Wooyoung praises her, "Ride it out on your best friend's cock"

She does, the pleasure lasting a few seconds more, before she stops rocking

Jesus Christ, it felt so fucking unbelievably good

I'm so surprised

Normally, yeah a girl's orgasm feels good but hers...fuck

Safe to say I've never felt that much pleasure before

"Off his cock baby", Wooyoung orders after she finishes

She slowly lifts her legs, my cock falling out of her pussy

She leaks so much cream it's all over her legs

"You need to taste her", Wooyoung tells me, "She tastes so fucking good. After you make her cum in your mouth, I'll let her ride you until you cum in her sweet pussy"

I nod, liking that idea

"Back up baby. Hwa's gonna eat your cunt. And you can suck him off while he does"

Suck me off?

Fuck, I don't know if I can last that

"But-"

"Don't worry. She won't make you cum. Right princess? You won't make Hwa cum in your mouth will you? He wants to finish in your pussy"

"I won't make him cum", she whimpers, moving back until her cunt is over my face

God, it looks so good, dripping wet, I just want to dive right in

Wooyoung grabs her ass pushing her down to my mouth

"Eat"

I bury my tongue in her pussy, her taste washing over me

Oh my fucking god, so sweet

"Hwannie", she whines as I lick between her swollen lips over and over

Her pussy rubs against my mouth and I love every second of it

Her cunt is so soft, so fucking wet, her scent intoxicating, her taste delicious

I pull against the handcuffs hard, pain running up my arms

Fuck, I just want to grab her ass and bury my face deeper into her cunt but these stupid handcuffs are stopping me

"Push you're cunt down more baby. Hwa's desperately trying to eat your cunt baby", Wooyoung laughs, "I think he wants to be suffocated"

I do

I really do

Her pussy moves down more against my mouth and I desperately lick anywhere my tongue can touch

I get lost in her cunt, loving the feeling of her juice all over my face, dripping down my neck

I don't know what it is but I've never been into eating a girl out this much before

I feel her hand around my cock, stroking me up and down, pleasure filling my body slowly

Suddenly her hand is gone and my entire cock is engulfed in a tight wet space, sucking sensations filling my body, amping up the pleasure

I moan into her cunt as she sucks me off, briefly wondering how I'm not going to cum

I concentrate on just eating her out, sliding my tongue up her pussy, flicking her clit

She moans on my dick, the vibrations running up my spine, feeling so good

I run my tongue on her clit over and over, feeling the throbbing of it against my tongue and that sensation turns me on more

Pulling her clit into my mouth, I suck on her hard and fast, not being able to get enough

Her mouth moves along my cock, bobbing up and down, sucking desperately like she can't get enough either

Which, same

As I suckle on her clit, her tongue licks around my head, her hand around my base, jerking me off at the same time

My body is shaking in pleasure and I keep pulling against the handcuffs, desperately wanting to touch her

I want to feel her skin under my hands, want to grope her ass, her boobs

I want to squeeze her hips, keeping her cunt on my face

These cuffs are preventing that and it's driving me insane

"Aww baby, Hwa wants to touch you so badly", Wooyoung snickers, "Too bad he can't"

Fuck him

Seriously fuck him

"Maybe I'll take the cuffs off later", he continues, "But for now it's fun watching you struggle"

Ignoring him as best I can, I lick along her pretty slit, before sucking her clit back into my mouth

I feel her tongue sliding along my shaft as she moves up and down, her throat so fucking tight when she swallows on me

She's going too fast, taking me in her mouth over and over, bringing me right to the edge

Her body shakes above mine as she moans loudly around my dick, her pussy leaking her creamy cum as she orgasms

Shoving my tongue to her hole, I lick up her cream, moaning so loudly as her sweet taste hits me

How she tastes this good I don't know but fuck me, I'm glad I get to have her

Her fingers grip my thigh so hard as she moans in between sucks and I can't fucking hold it

"Fuck", I moan in her pussy, so much pleasure tidal waving over me as I cum down her throat

Her mouth sucks on me through my orgasm and I can feel her swallowing everything I'm giving her

It hits me that my best friend is eating my cum and from the sounds of her moans, she likes it

Mind blown

Suddenly her mouth is off my dick and I hear Wooyoung scolding her

"I told you not to make him cum", he snaps

"Sorry, I'm sorry", she whimpers, "I...I couldn't stop"

Wooyoung scoffs, "You like sucking his dick that much?"

"Yes", she confesses, "I do"

I'm just as shocked to hear that

"Huh", Wooyoung huffs, "How does he taste?"

"So fucking good", she answers immediately, "The....the..."

"The what?", Wooyoung asks

Yeah, the what what?

"The best I ever tasted", she says quietly

Holy shit

"The best?", Wooyoung repeats

"Yeah"

"You're the best I ever tasted too", I say, "So fucking sweet. I don't know how but you're so good"

"You want more?", Wooyoung questions

"Yes", I say instantly

I think I could probably spend all day eating her cunt

"Well that's good because you need something to do while she sucks your cock and makes you hard again"

"I don't know if-"

"Please Hwa. If anyone can get you hard right after you cum, it's her. She has a magical mouth and she knows how to use it"

Yeah I'm getting that

"So stick out your tongue. She's gonna ride it"

I nod eagerly, my tongue already out of my mouth

I have a particularly longer tongue and I can't wait to feel her pussy around it

"Go ahead baby. He's waiting", Wooyoung tells her, "And this time just get him hard. Don't make him cum"

"Ok", she says softly, her hand already wrapped around my cock, softly stroking me, a hum of pleasure spreading through me

Her hips lower to my mouth and I slip my tongue inside her as far as I can go

Her pussy immediately clenches around my tongue and I groan from the sparks of pleasure running straight to my cock

I really don't think I'll have a hard time getting hard again

Her tongue runs along my head, then down my cock and back up again, feeling so good

I feel her mouth wrap around my head, soft sucking sensations filling my body

At the same time, her hips move, sliding up my tongue then back down

As her hips move at a good pace, I wiggle my tongue every time she takes it in, feeling her pulsing increasing

I know she's creaming my tongue, I can taste it as it leaks into my mouth and I eagerly swallow over and over

This is the fucking best

I'm so fucking glad I walked in here to yell at Wooyoung

She keeps bouncing, getting tighter with each movement, drowning me in pussy juice

I feel her suck my cock once more then move off me

"He's hard", she whimpers and I'm shocked I got hard in such a small amount of time

She is really good

"Good. Fuck his tongue"

Her hips move faster, sliding up and down, clenching harder

And I keep still, letting her use my tongue how she wants

"Sss... Seonghwa", she moans, coming around my tongue, her delicious cream sliding right into my mouth

"Mmmm", I whimper, swallowing every last drop

I seriously don't know how any other girl is ever going to compare to her

She's just...perfect

She moves off my face, sitting next to me breathing hard

"Want her to ride you again?", Wooyoung asks

I nod rapidly, "Yes. Want her to face me"

God, I wanna see her body move again

"On his cock baby"

She climbs in my lap, finally facing me again

And I choke on air, seeing her fucking gorgeous body glistening in sweat on top of me

She holds my cock up, sitting right on me, bottoming me out swiftly in one more

She leans on my abs and doesn't wait, starting to ride me right away

The pleasure comes roaring back, more intense than before

I rake my eyes all over her body, landing on her thighs and watching the muscles flex as she bounces

I remember Wooyoung saying she works them out a lot and can ride dick for a long time

I can't tear my eyes away, it's fucking mesmerizing

"Fuck Hwa", she whimpers, "Such a good cock"

I suck in a breath hearing her

"Yea?", I ask softly, looking up at her, finding her already gazing at me

She nods, "So good for riding"

"Fuck", I murmur, listening to the soaking sounds of her pussy taking my cock inside her

"Gonna wanna play on your cock all the time"

Fuck, I'm so gonna want her on my dick again

It's so good, she feels perfect, I don't think this could be a one time thing

"You can play on my cock anytime jagi", I moan, the bliss running through every nerve in my body, "I'll let you on my cock anytime"

"Promise?", she cries, her head leaning back, her eyes closed, pleasure all over her face as she bounces

My god she's fucking stunning

How have I not noticed this before

"Hwannie", she whines, rocking back and forth on my dick, "Promise Hwannie?"

"I promise", I choke out, "Promise you'll let me wear your pretty pussy when I want?"

"I promise!", she cries, her body shaking hard as she cums all over my dick

"Fffff...fff..", I cry out, her throbs so hard around my cock, sending pleasure to every inch of my body

"Keep fucking him", Wooyoung directs

As soon as her orgasm is over, she sits up straighter, tosses her long hair over her shoulder and bounces harder than before

And I just take in the beautiful sight before me

Starting at where we meet, I watch her tiny pussy swallow my cock, her swollen lips petaling open, a creamy mess all over my dick and my lap

My eyes move up to her stomach, her tiny abs running with sweat as it drops down to her cunt

I lift my eyes to her big boobs jiggling hard with every bounce, sweat in-between the mesmerizing skin between them

Her chest heaving with rapid breaths

Finally I move up to her face, gaping in awe at the sigh of so much pleasure on her face

Her head tilted back, mouth slightly open as she breathes, her eyes closed, tears falling down her face, sweat filling her hair, my name falling softly from her lips

She's fucking ethereal, like a fucking angel

And I realize, that she's like this, in so much bliss because of me

Not Wooyoung, me

"Beautiful sight isn't it?", Wooyoung asks as he stands next to me

I nod, not tearing my eyes from her for a second

I want to watch every moment

I feel him unlock one handcuff, my hand falling to the bed

Without moving my gaze from her, I move my wrist around to crack it and get some blood flowing

"Play with her clit", he says, "And you'll really see something gorgeous"

Moving my hand to her cunt, I finally touch her, pressing into her clit and moving my fingers in a circle

"Fuck", she cries, her legs shaking hard around my body

She's so close

I can tell from the constant hard pulses and the way she's soaking my dick

She leans back, one of her hands on my leg, her bounces getting desperate, her sobs getting louder

I keep playing with her clit, loving the way it throbs under my fingers

Her body arches as she screams my name, her orgasm hitting her

Her cunt clamps down on my cock in a vice grip and I feel myself get soaked

Looking down, I gape at the sight of her cunt squirting around me

I've made girls squirt before but it hasn't been like this

None of them ever gushed out squirt like she is

It's all over my cock, my lap, my legs, dripping to the bed

Some of it even lands on my abs and I want nothing more than to be covered in it

She continues to scream my name over and over as her orgasm runs through her

Wooyoung was right

This is a fucking gorgeous sight

Her legs tremble as she finishes, leaning on me, her hands on my chest

She opens her eyes, her gaze blazing into mine, her hair wild around her face

"Make him cum in your pussy princess", Wooyoung tells her

Her eyes don't leave mine as she starts rocking and grinding on my cock

I can't break the eye contact as pleasure comes roaring back

As she moves, she purposely clenches, making her pussy tighter as she slides up and down my cock

"Fuck", I whisper, moving my hand to her ass, finally squeezing it

It's just as soft as it looks

The room is filled with the wet sound of her cunt taking my cock and nothing else

Her fingers dig into my chest, her hips circling as she fucks herself on me

God, it feels fucking amazing

I feel my cock throbbing so hard against her spasms, bringing me closer

"Cum Hwannie", she whispers, her eyes still on mine, "Want my best friend's cum in my pussy"

"You first", I whimper, her words washing over me

"Hwa-"

"Please", I choke out, "I need to feel you again. Fuck, please jagi"

I'm craving another of her orgasms and I want to feel it before I cum

This is never happening again and I want to feel everything before it ends

"Anything for you Hwannie", she says softly

I nod, "Yyy... you're close"

I know by now how she feels before she cums

She nods, "Yeah"

"Cum for me baby. Once more time", I ask

She slips down my length, taking me all in, coming all over me, whispering my name so softly

Ecstacy slams into me and I moan her name as I finally let go, shooting my cum inside her

"Hwa", she whimpers, her pussy milking my cock so blissfully

"Jo, fuck, baby", I moan, my orgasm the most intense it's ever been

I can feel everything, every squeeze of her cunt, every rock of her hips as she gets me through it and it's fucking amazing

When it's over, she collapses on me, breathing hard, her face in my neck, one of her arms around my neck as well, holding on

I wrap my free arm around her back, holding onto her and just trying to catch my breath

"That was some amazing porn", Wooyoung says gleefully

He comes to the bed, uncuffing my other hand

I just lay my arm next to me too tired to move right now

"Fun right?", Wooyoung asks

"Yeah", I agree

It was more than fun

It was amazing, intense, best sex I ever had

And my best friend gave it to me

I don't know what to do with that and right now I'm too tired to think

I need a nap

"I should go", I say, not wanting to let her go but not having the fortitude to figure out what that means

"Yeah sure", Wooyoung nods

He leans over me, calling her name softly

She doesn't move

"Jo", he calls, moving her hair back from her face, shaking her arm gently

He straightens and glances at me, "She's dead asleep"

"What?", I ask, lifting my head to see that she is indeed asleep

"She's asleep. And I'm not risking waking her up. Not after last time"

I know what he means

She is notorious for being hard to wake up and being massively cranky when she is woken up

She's fine if she wakes up by herself but if someone wakes her up, that person better run

But I can't stay here

It's not my bed and I'm not sure sleeping with her is a good idea

I don't know if she'll be annoyed when she wakes up and sees me instead of Wooyoung

"I'll just move her over", I say, starting to try to roll over

"No", Wooyoung says, "Stay. It's fine. I'm not sleepy. I need a shower anyway. And food. You're good for a few hours"

"I uh...I don't think it's a good idea", I answer

"What, taking a nap with her?"

I nod

"Why not?"

"Because she's my best friend. We don't do things like that. We don't cuddle"

He raises his eyebrow, "So you can fuck her, eat her out but not cuddle and sleep with her?"

I know it sounds weird but cuddling and sleeping is much more intimate that a one time fuck

And I don't know how she'd react

"I just can't-"

"Oh shut up Hwa and just hold her", he snaps, walking to the door, "Go to sleep too."

With that he opens the door, shuts the light as he closes the door behind him

I hesitate, not sure what to do

I am tired and I could fall asleep right away

And she's already asleep, for sure not moving

I guess I could stay

Maybe wake up before her and leave so there's no confrontation

I decide that's what I'll do

I shift, moving us over slightly so she's not completely on top of me

She whines softly, her arm tightening around my neck as her head moves back onto my shoulder, my arm still around her

She doesn't wake up at all

I turn to her slightly, keeping her leg over my body

I move my gaze down to her, noticing how fucking beautiful she is

I gently run my fingers in her hair, feeling the soft strands slip though, watching her sleep

Something in my chest stirs, my heart beating faster as I look at her

I don't know what it is and I can't think about it now

I'll worry about it when I wake up

Against what I said before, I cuddle into her, keeping her right against me, both my arms around her tightly

Closing my eyes, I wait to fall asleep

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wiltingdecay · 2 years

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42 and 43 for Rowan ‎♡‧₊˚

"how thirsty are your ocs?" ask game

42. Top 5 turn ons (except i broke the rules and put six because i couldn't leave any of these out)

1) begging. beg for rowan and they will (eventually, once they're done teasing, because "oh you're just so goddamn cute when you're all needy and desperate for me") absolutely wreck their partner in any way they desire.

2) hands. rowan has a massive hand kink. even looking at a pair of big 'ol ungloved hands is enough to get them all hot and bothered. they love sucking fingers or making their partner suck their fingers. in the rowlian canon, rowan will often take julian's gloves off with their teeth, or make him take them off with his. they go crazy over it.

3) biting/hickeys, giving and receiving. i've said before that rowan is bitey. they have sharp teeth and they know how to use them. they'll leave hickeys and bite marks anywhere their partner asks them to, of course, but their favourite places to do it are neck, shoulders and chest to mark their partner as theirs, and also inner thighs as foreplay before giving oral. for receiving them, rowan also likes them anywhere, but their favourite places are their waist, hips, ass and thighs, because they're sensitive there.

4) being manhandled. rowan claims to not be that subby, which is generally true, but the second his partner starts picking him up, pinning him against furniture or the wall, throwing him over their shoulder or onto the bed, just generally tossing them around? he will choke on their cock/strap until he's completely ruined his eyeliner.

5) praise. rowan's praise kink is a mile wide. tell them how good they look, how good they feel, how good they are, and they'll be putty in your hands. it just makes them feel so nice and safe and loved :')

6) possessiveness. not to a creepy degree, but few things make rowan feel more wanted and special and cherished (and horny) than their partner being casually possessive of them. putting a "my" or "mine" before his name/petnames, pda, marking him up, just straight up telling him "you're all mine, you're all i need, and i don't want anyone else"? instant nut. rowan encourages this a lot, saying stuff like "i'm all for you" and "no one else gets to have me like this" during foreplay and sex.

43. Top 5 turn offs

1) degradation. c'mon, his self esteem is low enough as it is, don't be mean to him! if he's feeling more subby, though, mild stuff like "good little slut" is welcome (gotta have some praise in there to balance it out ofc), but there'd have to be communication beforehand to make sure his partner won't take it too far. being asked to do it by a partner will turn him off as well, tbh. it doesn't come naturally to him and he doesn't like doing it.

2) bondage, if rowan's the one being tied up. i cannot imagine rowan tolerating being restrained for longer than thirty seconds before they start having a panic attack.

3) don't spit on him, ever, unless you have some kind of spider/praying mantis fantasy where sex ends with you being violently murdered?

4) being bossed around. rowan's a vers service switch, they're cool with being dominated and sometimes even welcome it, but they HATE being told what to do. it just irrationally pisses them off and will take them completely out of the moment. it's like "oh, you told me i'm not allowed to cum without your permission? who do you think you ARE??? well now i'm not gonna cum at ALL so good fucking job!"

5) choking, being either the choker or the choked. they're not especially masochistic and really not all that sadistic, so this would never appeal to them. it's another of those "ok i thought we were having sex but apparently you just wanted to give me a panic attack" ones.

#thank you!!#nsft #asks #drustvar #rowan aisling

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praphit · 1 year

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FAST X: Pastor Dom

The world is a pie. It's been placed in the oven. It's got all kinds of goodness in it:

apples, what else do y'all like?... banana pudding? - sure, maybe some walnuts, of course the milk and eggs and stuff... what's that? - you like meat pies?... idk if that's gonna work... but sure, it doesn't matter, um... got some... BBQ pork up in there as well... imagine whatever goodness you want. We are all baking inside of this goodness pie at 350 D's. But, the main ingredients of this pie are pain and disappointment. What a twist, right?? Makes it kind of a crappy pie. Maybe there's literal crap in the pie as well.

That's what life can feel like at times though, right?? You walk outside and look at life, and say to yourself "Wow, there are a lot of sad and angry people out there." And perhaps more times than you're willing to admit, you're one of those sad and angry people.

But, FEAR NOT, there are plenty of ways to cope (and it's all about the coping) : faith in God, cute animals, booze, guns, strippers, pills, dark magic, robbery, murder, chocolate, etc.

But, one of the best ways I've found..... you guessed it -

Watching Fast & Furious movies.

This man, right here... my emotional anchor...

VIN DIESEL

There's something about him isn't there??

Vin is rocking his most beloved character - Dominic Torretto, leader of the... "FAST GANG". Is that what they're called? Doesn't matter. I love this guy! When I saw the trailer, I smiled big, and said "The bullshit IS BACK!" And I meant that in the best way.

It's been over 20 years of this nonsense. 20 years of fun, racing, ridiculous acts with cars, thievery, Coronas, and FAMILY.

ANNND probably killing. No one ever wants to talk about this, but they've caused a lot of property damage haven't they? - and within that damage, there has more than likely been a rising body count. The damage alone may have ruined lives! BUT, they're such a cool group of people, and VIN... those flex poses?? - C'MON :)

You can't help but love him.

This time around Dominic is seeing the end coming. He tells his lovely wife (Letty, played by Michelle Rodriguez):

"How long can we keep doing this shit? We've got a kid. We've got a nice home. I'm making all of this Marvel Money ("I AM GROOT"), and dishing out hot singles “Feel like I Do”

(real song - check it out).

We can get out. We don't have to live this life of sexy, dangerous racing anymore."

The problem is, when you've spent 20 years stealing, and probably killing, you make some enemies.

In walks Jason Momoa (Dante), dressed like Prince.

He's our villain who doesn't just want to race Dom, doesn't just want to kill him, but wants to make him and his team (sorry, his FAMILY) suffer. This is why we need to chill and be kind to one another. There's already so much sadness and anger, then you add assholes to your life, like this... But, Momoa don't care, he wants revenge cuz Dom killed his daddy. To be fair, Dom didn't mean to kill him. He was driving 1000 miles down the highway, while stealing his daddy's money, and shit happened. Plus, Momoa's daddy was a criminal, so... you know... the real offender here is karma.

But, here we go anyway.

Jason Momoa had a blast making this movie. You can tell that he had a lot of fun.

Dante's a fun character, but also kinda confusing. Sometimes, he acts like The Joker, sometimes like a super villain from... a show like “The Power Puff Girls”, and sometimes he's serious gangster revenge guy. Idk. What in the world did the director whisper into Momoa's ear as motivation? If the director whispered the words "cartoonishly evil" , perhaps he nailed it.

The movie is pretty much Dante chasing Dom's family around with Looney Tunes gadgets, guns, and at one point a giant rolling bomb, that was on fire.

YES!

Now, I don't think this installment is as fun as some others, mainly cuz there's no real mission here. You normally get the vibes of Ocean's 11 meets The A-Team, but it feels more like Dom and the Family getting chased for 2 1/2 hours.... cuz that's what it is. Some actual acting star power up in here:

Brie Larson

and ONCE AGAIN, the underrated, yet GREAT Charlize Theron.

whom I still don't understand why she's a part of all of this (being a real actor), but she works. They finally got her hair right tho.

Trust me, that's an improvement.

That's her not long after getting her ass BEAT, and she still looks amazing. Those UFC people must be doing something wrong.

I love this franchise! I get it :)

It's just not quite as good. And the dialogue, which has always been bad, but... c'mon y'all. There's been talks within this current Writer's Strike of protection from writing scripts with AI action like “ChatGPT”. People will say "Well, that won't happen, and even if it did... it wouldn't be any good." And then I saw this movie.... Not only could AI have def written this film, but it would have been 10 times better! I'm not sure how the strike will affect the next movie or two that come out for this franchise, but... honestly, it might be an improvement.

Ludacris and Tyrese are old.

Not that they look old, but their act is old, you know?? Like, they're still cool for their age, I guess, but they're not "young people cool" anymore. Sorry, fellahs. It happens to everybody. Just part of the pie we're all baking in :)

BUT, all in all, lots of laughs (even though I was the only one in the theater laughing at the absurdities) Good, solid, destruction porn. An AWESOME fight scene between Michelle Rodriguez and Charlize Theron.

And so much star power... though I think they might have to beef-up the villain star power in the next one.

Go after some other respected actors: see if Angela Bassett and Jake Gyllenhaal are doing anything.

Grade: C+

I really think that Dom would make a good pastor.

Perhaps once he's truly done with the stealing and killing.

He's good with people. Very accepting. He's always got that mood music in the bg; perfect for his sermons.

I feel like Vin could keep his congregation focused on the goodness in the pie, not just all of the crap. Plus, his churches would be filled with sexy people. Church is not all about sexy people, but it helps.

And the best part is, he can solve any of the world's sad/anger-inducing problems with racing.

Rising Homelessness - "Let's ride!"

Climate Change - "Let's ride!"

Crippling Depression - "Let's ride!"

Sign me up for that church!!!

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spinel-swell · 4 years

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OKAY DOMINATOR TIME, COMIC AND EPISODE DESCRIPTION UNDER THE CUT. THERE ARE SO MANY WORDS I’M SO SORRY I JUST KEPT GOING. ALSO DON’T READ THE TAGS FIRST

THIS IS THE THIRD TIME I’M WRITING THIS POST IT KEEPS GETTING DELETED OH GOD. Sorry if this is disappointing to some people, I just went with my heart. There are a LOT of words here.

Okay. Please watch/rewatch the episode before reading this and the comic.

The episode starts out normally! Wander’s playing capture the flag, Hater’s tryna kill him, Peepers is exhausted, Sylvia is beating up Watchdogs, and Spinel is teaching about a third of the Watchdogs how to do handstands.

Then, Dominator shows up.

You would think that this episode would focus more on Spinel, but no! Sylvia, through desperation of making sure at least one of her friends is safe, asks Spinel to stay on the planet and make sure everyone and everything gets off safe. Obviously, Spinel isn’t gonna take this extremely well, but she still stays. Just... with building anxiety.

After that, most of the episode just goes on normally, with a few token mentions of Spinel and wanting to get back to her as fast as possible. Sylvia is trapped in a lava ball, Wander is trapped against the wall, and Hater and Peepers get brought into the room eventually by a Dombot, and Dominator is still maintaining her cold (well, not really cold), indifferent facade.

By this point, the view switches to Spinel, who’s pacing back and forth on the surface of the planet, punching herself in the head (with added squeaky sound effects) and trying to ignore her growing concern, but it’s getting harder and harder with each passing second. Eventually, it gets too much, and she stretches into the ship.

Inside the ship, Hater gets angry and traps Dominator, frees Wander, and la-dee-da everything goes like normal. Then when Dominator is attacking Hater with a fountain of lava, Spinel is brought in looking mildly perturbed by a swarm of miniature Dombots, who have her in restraints. Sylvia calls out to her, Spinel smiles, stretches out of her restraints, and begins walking over. Then, she stops. She notices what’s going on, and looks confused, then concerned. Spinel realizes that it wasn’t that her friends were making her wait, it was this... weird, hulking person. Who were they?? So, obviously, she stretches her arm out and just... snatches Dom’s face-plate right off of her helmet.

Everyone in the room freezes, including Dominator. The lava shooting at Hater stops and he falls to the floor. She was not expecting that. She hadn’t even noticed Spinel escape her restraints, or even enter the ship with everything else going on. Not fair. So Dominator reacts in classic fashion, with obvious frustration and disappointment. “UGH! Are you kidding me?! Do you know how long it took to set all that up? You RUINED IT!” Spinel blinks. Everyone blinks. Sylvia and Peepers start herding their respective weirdo friends out of Dominator’s attack range (Sylvia still rolling around in a lava ball), while Spinel takes a step closer, confusion written all over her face. “Uhh... whazzat?” “Um, HELLO? The bots, the awesome outfit, the way I was totally destroying you dorks before you went and cheated me out of my entrance?” Dominator groans. “What a disappointment... oh well. I can still destroy you nerds and then obliterate your little galaxy even harder than I was already planning to!” Spinel just looks confused. And slightly disturbed. This person was... familiar, in a weird, uncomfortable way. Like... potential. But bad potential, the kind that made her gem feel tight in the chest of her form. She just didn’t make sense. “Wh... why d’you want to do all that?”

Dominator rolls her eyes, looking extremely irritated at this entire exchange. Her response completely encapsulates her uncaring frustration. “Uh, why not? I’ve got nothing better to do. Crushing your galaxy, looking out over screaming and crying faces, blah blah, you know. Fun stuff.” She grins down at them all, expecting terror. She gets a lot of different reactions, fear, hatred, confusion, disappointment.

A lot of little tiny, repressed realizations come back in full force, after all the adventures Spinel has yet had with her little group. Mixed with the anxiousness of that day, the reminder of how it feels to be alone, the confusion and shock- Spinel is silent for a little bit. Then...

The slam of Spinel’s massive gloved hands cracks the glass separating them from the massive Dombot control room. Alarm lights start blinking.

Sylvia and Wander stand in shock. Spinel had shown her temper before, on a couple occasions, but... this was... different. She looked... worryingly scary. Like she might do something she’d regret. They look at each other.

Dominator throws up a hand and shoots lava at Spinel, which drips down her light form and hardens, before breaking apart as Spinel grows in size just slightly and makes a crushing swipe towards the villain. Dominator dodges, and starts throwing more and more at Spinel, who is either unaffected by the lava completely, by virtue of being made out of solid light and a rock, and by Dominator’s organic weapons (like the darts that make your tongue swell up) by... well, also being made out of solid light and a rock. Sorry Dom, your attacks are meant for people who have, y’know. Actual bodies. And aren’t physically about as tough as diamonds.

Dominator is backed into the control panel, looking both extremely angry and also understandably intimidated. She dodges to the side as Spinel screeches and hits the control panel with a massive fist. It breaks and sparks, and the Dombot control room begins to explode and fill up with lava. Spinel shrinks a bit and starts freaking spinning like a top and slicing into the lava walls while she chases Dominator around the room. Dominator is fast, and nimble, and strong, but she’s still not a gem. And she’s never seen a gem. Nobody has. There was no way she could’ve anticipated... this. As we all know, this is unexpected even to other gems, let alone an organic being. Spinel slings her arms around and stops the spinning attack long enough to fling a massive hand out to grab Dominator. She lifts another fist up in preparation for a punch- “SPINEL, DON’T!!” Wander has his hand out, looking panicked, and Spinel stops to get a better look at her friends. They look scared. So do Hater and Peepers. She looks back at Dominator and- whoops, Dom’s already left her suit. She’s on the ground and backing away. Spinel looks at her, and her body shrinks- but with one massive hand still holding the suit. She looks Dominator in the eyes and crushes the suit into lava. Speaking of lava- the glass breaks and the room begins flooding with it. Dominator sprints towards the wall, which opens a doorway that melts away as soon as she goes through. Spinel grabs all of her friends- Hater and Peepers included- breaks Sylvia’s restraints, and grabs on. They barely make it, but they do, thanks to Hater and his electric powers. Understandably, Hater and Peepers get out of there as fast as possible. Spinel is... quiet. Looking at the ground. Wander and Sylvia walk over to her, and it takes them each placing a hand on her shoulders for her to finally break down. They’re gonna need to talk.

The name for this changed episode would be: The Greater Dominator. SOrry to huge Dominator fans, they BOTH have fantastic villain songs, but- at least in MY mind- Spinel would outmatch Dom in a fight. And... well, wouldn’t like her very much. She reminds her of her least favorite bits about herself.

Noo... I can see why you asked though on a level. Uhh. She wouldn’t have a crush on Dominator, but she could crush Dominator. ALSO THANk YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT SORRY FOR THE COMPLETE AND UTTER DIFFERENCE IN HOW THIS TURNED OUT.

I think that would be a lot of what Season 2 would end up being about, after this. Spinel is going to have a much harder time, uh, controlling herself. It’s difficult. She just has so many years of stored up emotions that are looking to EXPLODE, and this confrontation with Dom was only the beginning.

NEEDLESS TO SAY, Dominator’s appearances will be DIFFERENT. Alike to Hater’s approach, but for different reasons, she’s gonna try to avoid Spinel. And because the trio move around to so many planets, conquering the galaxy just got a whole lot harder. Later on, she might have... different motivations.

Hater has no idea how he sees Dominator now. I mean, obviously she’s a hot lady. But also, uhhhhhh, that sure was something wasn’t it. The threat seems... lesser, now. He might actually end up seeing her as more rival than rival/love interest (which can still be fun).

Anyway, uh, woof. Hoo boy. Writing, am I right? I hope you guys are here mostly to see Spinel be cool and not because you really like Dominator being an unstoppable force and junk. We’ve already got a whole show full of that! WATCH WANDER OVER YONDER-

#Wander Over Yonder #woy #spinel su #spinel steven universe #lord dominator #wander woy #sylvia woy #I'm not gonna tag peepers and hater cuz they don't play a big role here #I typed for 1 million years #STILL SCARED OF HOW PEOPLE WILL TAKE THIS #just c'mon I mean... Dominator is cool I get you but just look at my girl Spinel #look at her go #THIS BLOG IS ABOUT HER YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME TO FAVOR DOMINATOR #spinel over yonder

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years

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➳who cursed the bludger? ♡

in which the reader's dominant hand is injured badly after a rogue bludger slams into it and none other than fred weasley is behind it. who cursed the bludger?

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ± 2k

tw: serious injury, a little bit of swearing

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ft. penny clearwater

who cursed the bludger?

y/n was currently draped lazily over her broomstick, haven given up trying to teach penelope clearwater how to fly. said prefect was on the grass, smirking as y/n embarrassedly looked around.

"penny that's not ok to ask!"

"fine, fine," she pondered for a moment, "hey, what's up with you and fred weasley, huh?"

"nothing at all," y/n answered a little too quick for penny's liking.

"c'mon, y/n, you're younger than me, i should know all that happens. you two are very...flirty."

"yeah well, my dear pennysylvania, we have flirty personalities. duh."

"no, you don't."

"okay, i don't. he does."

"but he seems like he means it."

"of course he means it? he says it in a joking way? y'know, he means it as a joke."

"hmm, nope, i don't think so, y/n. he's looking your way right now."

"i'm probably blocking the space, let's move outta the way."

"you're not gonna play with them?"

"already play in matches, why now? let's chat."

fred was silently eavesdropping on their conversation as he heard his name.

"sooo you and perceeee??" y/n dragged out, grinning as she did loop-do-loops with her broomstick.

penny blushed, but looked disappointed, "he likes oliver."

"oh. well, f percy, what about marcus??"

"he's just marcus. we're best friends, y/n."

"my fav trope of romance is best friends to lovers," y/n wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and penny shook her head in amusement.

"my one is the opposites attract."

"hmm yeah, that's a good one too, it's really cute! say, aren't you and mar-"

"i was meaning you!"

"huh?"

"you and fred."

fred smirked as he listened, flicking back the bludger harshly at angelina.

"oh yes because we are totally meant for each other," y/n sarcastically replied.

"what's that supposed to mean?"

"yes."

"you're doing this on purpose!"

"hmm? what?"

"oh my goodness, merlin you're stupid bro!" penny said exasperatedly.

"and you just realised. congrats, penny."

"anyway, what i'm saying is you and fred are rather like opposites. although he's extroverted and you're extroverted, you're a cute little nerd," y/n huffed at this 'i am n o t a nerd for the last time!' "and he's a class clown in the most charming way. you like reading and he likes pranking people and quidditch. you're a goody two shoes, an adorable one, but he's this foolish jock," penny looked proud with her argument so y/n laughed, "you're modest and he's very confident. and you're both hot."

y/n smiled, "i am not hot!" she giggled, "that's stupid."

"oi, ange!" penny called to angelina who looked over at her in amusement.

"yeah?"

"is y/n hot?"

"oh, totally!" angelina casually threw the quaffle into the hoop, "10/10."

"guyyys you flatTer me," y/n stretched out as the three of them laughed, "i'm bLushIng."

"you actually are," angie quipped.

"it's a command thing. if she wants to blush, she'll blush," replied penny.

they burst into giggles again.

fred watched y/n. a rosy pink, sure enough, had spread across her cheeks. that was enough to get her blushing?

"oi, l/n!"

y/n's head snapped his way, her eyes narrowed as if expecting an insult being thrown her way.

"your lips are pretty!"

her form relaxed, "thanks! yours are too!!"

penny giggled as angie rolled around laughing.

"what?" y/n looked around.

"the way you return flirting is hilarious."

"a compliment for a compliment, isn't that what they say?"

angelina snorted, "no one says that."

"oh well i say it, so deal with it."

"hey, i have an idea!" penny brightened up.

"let's hear it!"

"let's teach y/n pick up lines, ange!"

"oh you're a genius, penny!"

"okay, so-"

a bludger came whizzing at y/n as she screamed, trying frantically to dodge it. it hit her hand and a crack was heard.

luckily she immediately hopped off calmly, taking out her wand shakily and stunning the bludger, before penny and angie helped her over to the hospital ward, fred lagging guiltily behind.

she was ordered to stay in bed rest and with drowsy eyes she drifted off.

fred watched her feeling so terrible as he saw her heavily bandaged hand, imagining how he was going to tell her that he was in fact the one that had charmed it.

the next day, she was out and about, gently cradling her hand which was broken.

"um, hey, y/n," he nervously approached her.

"oh, hello!"

"i might have jinxed the bludger to go wild," he confessed abruptly, "i'm really sorry i didn't mean to-"

"no, it's fine, really." she gave him a reassuring smile and walked off.

he noticed that she couldn't write in class. usually she was scribbling away, but she just sat awkwardly at her desk, trying frantically to get anything legible down with her non-dominant hand. the fact she was so courteous and forgiving about everything just made it worse.

by now, y/n was dying inside. she couldn't write notes, and even though she wanted to ask any willing person for a duplicate of their notes, she'd have to explain the whole broken hand thing.

"ange?"

"yep?"

"do you have history of magic notes?" y/n did puppy eyes.

"nope, you forgot i dropped out."

"oh."

"do you want mine?" fred asked, smirking as he looked y/n up and down.

"you take notes?!!!" y/n was shook.

"only for you, 'cause i felt bad."

"you didn't need to!"

"i did. you want them?"

"yes please, thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!!"

"you're acting like you're not the one the bludger hit," angie quipped and y/n frowned, completely forgetting fred was still there, browsing the notes.

"c'mon, it was just an accident. and i've always wanted to be ambidextrous."

"lovely, you were struggling. i'll take all your notes. my handwriting isn't neat but i owe you."

y/n ducked to hide the light blush she could not control at all.

immediately she got a confused look from fred.

and instantly she thought of something that might make the blush go away. he didn't mean it, it slipped out, she thought and she felt her face cooling down, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"o-okay, thanks fred."

"no problems, darling," he flirted.

"that's good, darling," she flirted graciously back, bravely tilting her head up and looking him in the eye.

he took it well.

"where did you learn how to flirt so well, my little love??"

"why, freddie," she joked flirtatiously, "from you of course!"

he coughed and excused himself.

"he should really be careful with who he's flirting mindlessly with," y/n rolled her eyes.

angelina laughed, "flirting mindlessly? do you see the way he looks at you?"

"personality," y/n stated simply.

"or not."

true to his word, notes in fred's flurry of handwriting appeared neatly stacked every day. they were far too thorough and consisted of stupid flirty notes by the side. sometimes a little note, written in class, was jammed in there probably by accident:

hello freddie!

i have a crush on you 0-o, hogsmeade at 7pm on sunday?

-jamie <3, boy who sits in front of you in arithmancy

jamie,

i already have my eye on someone :) not you, sorry, y/n cringed at the bluntness of his words

you are very nice, perhaps try trera rivera if you swing that way? or illinois ann if you swing all ways?

oh i'm so sorry, i didn't know that! i'll talk to both. was the gracious answer

-jamie

and again! the lucky boy! this time from a girl.

weasley-

i know we hate each other but give me a chance to explain myself? broom closet at 9 tomorrow ? it trailed off to something that y/n didn't even want to think about.

k.o

fuck off. i don't fucking like you, i like someone else, ffs.

was the reply as y/n laughed and made sure to give the note back to fred.

it wasn't everyday someone confessed to you, right?

she underlined all the words that simply weren't legible to ask fred about.

and aNOTHER ONE?? how did this boy have so many admirers? y/n had received 0 love letters from any boy, let alone people of the same gender. you knew you were good with the ladies (and the gentlemen) when everyone sent you these letters.

dearest frederick-

it droned quite sweetly on about him and loving him and the writing was really magnificent.

margaret perrer

hi marg

i'm really really sorry. you seem like such a nice person, and it's not you, it's me. i, however, have a friend who really adores you: kenneth. he'll be an amazing friend and maybe more.

i also already am interested in another girl, so it really isn't you. thank you for your beautiful letter, hopefully we can be friends!

fred

oh he was very nice. feeling like she had overstepped the boundaries, she put them aside, discovering more and more but putting them all in a stack. she felt slightly insecure, especially when they all looked relatively neW?? the perfume on the flowers still smelled fresh?? who was this guy?

she sighed, finishing her read through and being thoroughly impressed with the sheer quality of the notes.

but there were around 100 words she had underlined. she skipped down into the great hall where she spotted two gingers. as soon as one (she couldn't see which one) saw her, he got up, whispered to the other something, and left.

when she approached the one that was left behind, she saw it was george.

"hi georgie!" she greeted him and thrust the papers into his hand, "where's fred?"

george shrugs, "left, for a date or something."

"oh, okay, could you translate these for me, the underlined words?" if y/n was disappointed, she didn't show it.

"oh yeah, sure, his handwriting's rubbish, isn't it."

"yes it is, i can barely read half of it."

george finished scribbling words next to the underlined ones.

"oh! and give these back to him? i'm pretty sure he dropped them in, probably got mixed up." she gave him the pile of letters, now neatly bundled in rope she had found.

"oh, yeah sure," george smirked, "of course."

"nice, well that's it, thanks for the help!"

"anything else?"

"tell fred good luck."

"right, right, mhm."

"yea."

once she'd left, george took out his walkie talkie.

"got that, freddie?"

"crystal clear."

"you're pining, pffft, hahahahah," george smirked as fred sighed.

"it didn't even work?"

"which plan?"

"the one to drop the letters in."

"i'm pretty sure she read like two, she didn't seem that disappointed?"

"exactly."

"you're an idiot. just tell her."

"but that's boringggg."

"well drop the hints then, merlin fred you're terrible at this."

"i haven't dated a billion girls like you!"

"then learn how to date my goodness."

"true."

"come fucking back."

"hickies or no?"

"eh go for it. i wanna see her reaction and then we can decide whether she likes you or not."

fred strided handsomely in, neck littered with little hickies and his top had two buttons open, freckles and pale broad shoulders showing.

george rolled his eyes, muttering, "drama queen," as he subtlely watched y/n. she managed not to look so surprised, her eyes widening then looking down quickly at her hands.

he would have thought she felt nothing for his twin if a light pink had not dusted over her face and if angie had not nudged her with a concerned look on her face.

y/n was wondering what the hell happened, disappointment rising slowly in her.

"okay, she's into you," george whispered as fred began removing the spell, leaving the unbuttoned shirt unbuttoned.

"cool beans."

"oh and she gives these back," george smirked.

"oh look at how she bundled it! so adorable georgie!"

"you're disgusting."

y/n hurried to the library at 6pm. she had heard the book she had waited for was finally available.

as she settled down with it, a paper aeroplane hit her.

"ahh!" she screamed as she caught it.

it read:

forbidden forest, 8pm.

huh? was this meant for her? it was in neat handwriting and on the smoothest parchment, with a single flower that smelt like fresh rain.

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goddess-of-green · 3 years

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Hey again, I was wondering if you can do all Akatsuki with an s/o who is really strong like they can lift up heavy objects or carry them over their shoulder or bridal style

Warnings: Fem!Reader, language, mentions of violence

◙ Tobi

◳ Tobi honestly loves it

◳ He'll run up to bear hug you and then you'll just turn the tables and pick him up and spin him around

◳ He thinks it's really attractive and your sheer strength is dizzying

◳ Or maybe that's from all the spinning

◳ Sometimes when he might get a little vulnerable you can just wrap your arms around him and make him feel safe in your strong arms

◙ Pain

◳ Your strength is fit for a goddess, of course

◳ It is to be expected, that the one who will create a new world with him must be powerful enough to make the world quake at their feet

◳ Though that doesn't mean Pain isn't restraining a blush when you destroy the ground underneath your opponent's feet, or offer to carry him <3

◳ He will strongly resist when you want to pick him up, he is a god, not your cute little wife, dammit!

◳ Wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into your chest is as far as he'll let you go maybe one day you can carry him on your shoulders, but not today :,)

◙ Itachi

◳ Itachi is very proud of you, you are very stronk

◳ He worries less about you when he knows that you can hold your own

◳ It humbles him when you effortlessly sweep him up in your arms

◳ He likes it though

◳ Itachi likes to cuddle with you, but in private

◳ He could not bear the teasing if Kisame found out he liked to be the little spoon

◙ Kakuzu

◳ It's one of the things that attracted him to you, to be honest

◳ A strong, seasoned warrior, he wouldn't have it any other way

◳ He likes elegant and independent women, he is not a brat tamer

◳ He will be one if he has to though

◳ He'll get mad if you try to pick him up, and his ego will be just a little hurt if you succeed

◙ Kisame

◳ Kisame probably loves your strength the most out of all the other Akatsuki

◳ He just can't describe the happy and amused feeling he gets knowing you could literally deadlift him

◳ It looks so fucking ridiculous when he's on your shoulders and he just gets a kick out of it

◳ He would 100% let you pick him up, whenever

◳ Kisame also thinks it's super hot when you fight, he thinks you're totally amazing and he'd be your cheerleader if he didn't want to fight too

◙ Sasori

◳ Lowkey has PTSD from Sakura, but cool babe

◳ Sasori admires your strength, and has remarked that you would make for an interesting puppet

◳ You had to make him promise to keep his puppet-making hands to himself

◳ He doesn't want to be picked up or carried in any way, but sometimes you can surprise him and he'll just go with it

◳ "Dear, what is the purpose of carrying me from place to place? Women like to do useless things don't they..."

◙ Deidara

◳ Deidara is so prideful about it

◳ He just wants to destroy Itachi with you

◳ It hurts his ego a little bit when you carry him but sometimes you have to because he does dumb shit like get both of his arms blown off in one day

◳ Sometimes he tries to rope you into his shenanigans with Tobi and get you to beat him up

◳ "C'mon, un! Please! Just once, ya know...to teach him a lesson!"

◙ Hidan

◳ It turns him on so much wtf

◳ Loves to see you fuck a bitch up, even if that bitch is him

◳ Sometimes he'll let you carry him, if his ass is tired or something, but other times he'll be too prideful and say no

◳ Hidan honestly loves everything about how strong you are, and he lets you know that very explicitly

◳ "Damn baby, you could literally put a whole through my heart...well, I guess you already have, haha."

◙ Konan

◳ Konan blushes and subtly cheers you on like a soccer mom

◳ She secretly loves it when you carry her bridal style

◳ (it makes her feel like a princess)

◳ Konan loves to watch you fight and assert your dominance, she thinks it's very hot

◳ "You're doing great baby," or "You're so strong darling."

◙ Zetsu

◳ White Zetsu will blush and awe at you, practically with stars in his eyes

◳ Black Zetsu is less impressed, but he also admires your strength

◳ White Zetsu will blush if you pick him up, Black Zetsu will be embarrassed and probably snap at you.

◳ White Zetsu would beg to watch you fight and Black Zetsu would pretend that it's dumb but he secretly likes to watch too

◳ "Your strength is...Truly amazing, darling! Just like you~...That's...not what I was going to say."

#naruto x reader #tobi x reader #obito x reader #pain x reader #itachi x reader #kisame x reader #kakuzu x reader #konan x reader #sasori x reader #deidara x reader #hidan x reader #zetsu x reader

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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hey toni… request for u!!! what about an mc with a cat who looks super sweet, and is to mc, but torments the brothers. and when theyre like “your cat is a demon” mc is just like “awwww no hes my baby!!! how could you say that!!!”

(I have a soft spot for these kinds of cats, okay, they just love their owner and don't like anyone else lmao xD)

By the way, these are to be taken in a comical sense! No cats were actually harmed by any demon boys!😽

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Lucifer:

At first, he tried to be indifferent to that cat being around, especially considering how important said cat was to MC

But the moment this cat started hissing at and scratching him for absolutely no reason, he was ready to throw the ball of fluff right out a window

Glaring fights all the time between these two, and I would not put it past Lucifer to even hiss right back at the cat to assert dominance

Cue puffed up demon form, wings flared out to try and be scary and intimidating, only for the cat to puff up in turn and spit and hiss even louder

(Get a spray bottle and spray them both down, seriously)

He brings up his issues with MC, who has the demonic thing in their lap, purring away as they pet him, acting all innocent and sweet

"No way! They wouldn't hurt a fly! You just don't like them cause you're a dog person, pff," they dismiss him and he just gets more angry and annoyed

He eventually asks MC to keep the cat in their room, unless they want him to turn them into a snack for Cerberus (rude, Luci. Rude)

Mammon:

He genuinely wants to be the cat's friend, cooing at them and wanting to pet and play with them; hell, he even gets toys with his own money!

But when the cat just hisses with full fangs showing and swipes at his face; oh it is f*cking on

They become mortal enemies, and he doesn't care who sees them fight; full on wrestling matches in the hallways, bedrooms, wherever these two are, they fighting

And when it comes to getting attention from MC? Whooo boy. It gets ugly!

He will literally yeet the cat across the room much to MC's horror and get a hard wack to the chest or even the head while they run to check on their precious baby

He complains to MC about how the cat is towards him, but he gets shut down immediately; "They are a good baby! You just like to antagonize them and cause trouble!"

You wound him, MC. Just you watch, one day he is gonna get it on camera to show how evil this cat really is!

Leviathan:

He thinks the cat is very cute, and tolerates them being in his room, up until they start climbing his shelves and knocking over his figurines

"No, kitty, you don't belong up there, come here! Let me get you do--WHAT THE FU-!"

Bites right down on his hand, growling in the process, and when he pulls his hand away, the cat starts hissing loudly as well

Goes full demon mode and ready to square up with this cat; he defiled his precious idols AND dared to attack him? Oooooh no sir!

Grabs the cat off his shelf and proceeds to start a wrestling match, cat scratching and hissing while he hisses and snarls in return

MC comes in to check on them only to scream and break up the fight, checking on their cat, leaving Levi to pout and whine at them about their cat being an asshole

"It's not like they did it on purpose, Levi! You could've seriously hurt them when in your demon form!"

Feels utterly betrayed by his Henry, a feral beast picked over him; he continues to pout and mumble while MC tends to their cat, giving Levi a few comforting headpats every now and then

Satan:

Determined to befriend this damned cat

He puts up with the hissing and the biting and scratching, all in the name of his love for the furry being

Please accept him, kitty, he is a desperate soul who wishes to bond with you and take care of you

Genuinely gets sad at how the cat starts to avoid him the more he tries to get close, and brings up this issue to MC

"Maybe try their favorite treats? I give them some whenever they do something good, so maybe that can help you bond?"

Makes it a point to get as many bags of treats as he can to try and win over this cat

Will give them a few when they start getting close, and even more when they are right next to him, so he can reach out and pet them

Gets rewarded in clawed up fingers and even a few scratches at his face when he tries to pick up the furious fur ball and give them a hug

Asmodeus:

Oh such a cutie, I would love to give them pets, come here little dar--OH OWWW!

Nope, not putting up with this evil thing, don't let them anywhere near this demon

The trust was broken immediately when he tried to take a chunk out of Asmo's delicate hand and it can not be gained back

The cat fluffs up and hisses whenever Asmo walks by them and he just gives them the biggest stink eye, softly growling at them in turn

If MC is spending time with him, he refuses to let the cat into his room, or whatever room they are hanging out in

He is not risking letting that animal bite him again, and he shows the bite mark to MC, complaining about how cruel their cat is

"Oh, no, he really is such a sweetheart though! He'll warm up to you, I promise, it just takes a little time. But don't give up on him!"

Asmo isn't sure if that cat will ever warm up to him, considering they practically glare holes into him any time he enters a room they are in!

Beelzebub:

He is very accepting of the furball right away, letting them follow him around and hang out with him

He even enjoys their company from time to time, despite how sometimes they growl when he tries to pet them

But when they start growling at him and attacking his hands to make him drop his food, oh...

MC come get your cat before Beel devours them in rage!!!!

Chases the cat around the house the first time this happens and almost destroys several rooms in the process

Complains very angrily to MC what the cat did, and his frown only deepens when they defend them. "I'm sorry Beel, I am sure they were just hungry! Or more than likely they were playing with you, they are a very playful kitty cat!"

Glares between MC and their cat, trying to keep calm and not get mad at MC because he understands how much the cat means to them

Asks MC, politely, if they can keep the cat away from the kitchen because he doesn't want that to happen again

Belphegor:

Cool, another nap buddy! He doesn't mind sharing his bed, or MC's bed for that matter, with this catto

But it definitely does not go as smoothly as he thought it would

He places down his cow pillow to lay on it when the cat immediately jumps on it, claiming it as their own

When he tries to get them to move, they hiss and spit, sinking their nails into the fabric and swiping at Belphie any time he tried to move them off the pillow

Another case of fighting between demon and cat that ends up getting broken up by MC walking in and finding them tugging at the pillow

When they get on Belphie's case and not the cat's, he gets super defensive and complains about how mean the cat actually is

"Oh c'mon Belphie, they just wanted to lay on your pillow, you don't need to get so upset about it. You can share, can't you?"

No. This is his pillow. Screw this cat! Hugs his pillow to his chest while glaring at the cat who settles MC's lap, planning ways to get his revenge on the furball

#obey me #shall we date obey me #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodues #beelzebub #belphegor #request #headcanon #cat tw #lordiavolo

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cozyenigma · 3 years

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In for a Penny

(From my friends reaction to reading this I seem to have found a niche of mine lol

Please do mind the tags!)

Word Count- 1,405

Request?- Yes!

Summary- Your life adventuring with Illinois seemed too good to be true sometimes. It all felt a movie, moving from place, treasure to treasure. But you forgot that not every adventure has a happy ending.

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- major injury, blood, amputation

Sometimes you felt like your life was closer to a movie. Illinois himself may as well have walked off the silver screen. You met, he swept you up in a whirlwind of adventure, and now the two of you bounced from place to place and explored everything the world had to offer.

Your current haunt was an old temple, half built into a mountain. Illinois's eyes had sparkled when he told you the space was dug right out of the side.

"Alright," he drawled, unfurling his makeshift map with a flourish, "this is it."

You only raised an eyebrow. If your life was a movie, the treasure room would be grand. Hidden behind a gauntlet of traps for anyone daring or foolhardy enough to try and claim it. This door was just... a door.

A simple rectangular stone panel set into the wall. No engravings of any kind beyond cracks and grooves worn in by age and the elements. The only thing remarkable about it was the series of holes set in the wall on either side of it.

"Really?" You stooped down to peer into one. "Thought it'd be a bit tougher to get to."

A hand at your shoulder pulled you back.

"Careful darlin', not quite that easy," Illinois pointed the flashlight towards the hole.

Set back a couple feet, barely visible, was what looked like a button?

"That's our way in," Illinois stuffed the map back into his pocket. "One on either side, just gotta hit the right ones and we're golden."

You huffed a surprised little laugh. Just like a movie after all. "And what happens if we don't? We lose an arm?"

A pause as he turned to look at you. That expression wasn't promising.

"Wait, are you serious?" You kept your hands very safely to yourself.

"Hey, hey," Illinois set his bag down, "that's not gonna happen. Because," he yanked the zipper open and drew out a book, "you're looking at a veritable expert in ancient languages."

"Oh yeah?" You watched, amused, as he cracked the book open and started looking at the engravings on either side of the door.

"Well," he shrugged one shoulder, looking over at you with a lazy smirk, "my Latin isn't that great."

A snort as you sat back against the wall. Settling in to watch, you found yourself wondering again how Illinois ended up here. Doing this.

He wasn't exactly forthcoming with the details of his own life. One of the tidbits you knew was that he was in college at one point. For one reason or another he'd dropped out. That, somehow, led him here, trying to bust into an ancient treasure room with you years later.

"Got some pictures of these from a buddy of mine a while back," Illinois said, distracted as he scribbled down some notes. "Syntax is a bit weird but-" he sets the book down, "think I got it."

He pointed to a hole on his side and then to one on yours.

"We press these at the same time and the door should open," he turned back to you, a little smug, "and we get our hard earned reward."

"Yeah," you glanced towards the holes again. About the last thing you wanted to do was stick your hand in one. "And hopefully not lose an arm in the process."

"You don't have to worry your pretty head about that," as if to demonstrate, Illinois reached into one almost up to his shoulder.

"Illinois-!"

"It's fine," he had the gall to laugh as you practically leapt to your feet, "I haven't pushed the button, see? Besides, the way this works is that it's a team exercise. We both push a button at the same time and the door opens. They're too far apart for one person."

"So...?"

"So," he gestured towards his arm, "if one person fails, it's their teammate that's punished."

Your stomach dropped. "Wha- do you think I'd rather chop off your arm?!"

Illinois still hadn't taken his hand out of the damn thing. "No one is getting their arm chopped off. Trust me."

You blew out a long breath. Did he know you already did? He must, with all the death defying adventures you two went on. So it wasn't a matter of if you were going to put your arm in that stupid thing. Your non-dominant one. You trusted him but you definitely didn't trust this death trap.

Cringing slightly, you cautiously reached in. The stone was cool against your skin. Nothing poked or prodded or so much as scraped against you.

Your fingertips just barely brushed against the button. It was smooth and polished. Even now, with just a bit of pressure, you could tell it had some give to it.

"Okay," Illinois gave you one of those winning smiles, "just push it on the count of three, alright? One, two, three!"

The button gave way easily. It barely made a sound. You held your breath for a moment, then two.

Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Illinois's brows draw together.

"But..."

Whatever he said under his breath was lost to you. Your attention was drawn to a short, sharp click. One that sounded like it came from right in front of you.

The sensation was odd and you’d have a hard time describing it later. Not exactly pain just- pressure. There and gone in the space of one moment to the next. There was... there was less weight there.

Distantly you heard Illinois say your name.

Experimentally, you tried moving your arm. Somehow there wasn't any pain. Not at first. Your arm was almost numb in a sense. The only thing you felt, if anything, was an odd sort of warmth.

There were hands on your shoulders.

You snapped your head back around to find Illinois staring at you, looking just a bit panicked. He'd probably been trying to get your attention for a while, you thought. That expression didn't ease any when he actually looked towards your arm.

"Is that blood?" You found yourself asking.

Something was running down the wall. Red and coppery smelling, it flowed in thick trails from the hole you still had your arm in.

"Shit," Illinois cursed rather viciously, going to snatch up his backpack.

You knew that first aid kit wasn't going to do the job, seeing as you're the one who packed it.

"Illinois-" you tried to get his attention.

The kit found, Illinois turned his attention back to you.

"C'mon sweetheart, let's sit you down now," those warm hands were back at your shoulders now. Warmer than before, maybe.

"What about the door?" You asked instead.

The question seemed to throw Illinois off. He paused, opened his mouth to say something, glanced towards the door, then back at you.

"What?" Was all he could manage for a moment.

You continued, feeling oddly detached from the whole thing. "The treasure? You still have to get it."

That metallic scent was getting stronger now. Mixing with the smell of dust and damp, it would've been enough to turn your stomach in most situations.

The confusion gave way to something like grief. It flashed across his face for a moment before he was holding you tighter.

"I don't care about the damn treasure!" Then Illinois was pulling you, by the shoulders, away from the wall.

"I feel fine though…” you tried to argue, trailing off a bit.

You had looked at your arm without meaning to. What was left of it anyway. Maybe it was seeing it or moving it that did the trick but now it was starting to hurt. A steady ache, barely noticeable at first. It came and went with your heartbeat.

The next instant Illinois had you sitting against the wall. Pressing something to your arm. That had you nearly drawing back, a brief stab when it'd only been throbbing before. Illinois didn't let up.

"I made a mistake," he was saying, voice calm but talking a bit too quickly. "But you're gonna be fine. Look at me darlin', you're gonna be okay. Just lemme-"

The rest of the words were lost on you. Somehow past it all, your first clear thought was huh, so that's what that looked like.

There was a lot of red for one. You heard Illinois talking louder but it wasn't any easier to parse and the world turned a bit gray after that.

#illinois x reader #illinois the adventurer #illinois ahwm #writersofmark #youtuber ego #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #My writing #injury #major injury #blood #amputation

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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The Big Bad Wolf

Summary: After a too-close-for-comfort encounter with a wolf, Flaco finds himself in a new form, and he's willing to put all of his new abilities to good use.

Pairing: Flaco Hernández x f!Reader

Word Count: 5254

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Werewolf/Human, Mating, Accidental knotting, Monsters, slight A/B/O, Scents, Praise, Dirty talk, Mating press, Transformation, Smut without a plot.

Notes: This is ENTIRELY self-indulgent and super horny. I'm not sorry for it at all, not in the slightest.

It was just a scratch. A tiny, little scratch that could have been much worse if Flaco hadn't managed to draw his sawn off shotgun just in time, blowing the wolf's chest open. You fussed him, jabbing back at his protests, insisting that despite it barely bleeding, the wound still needed to be treated; who knows what diseases that wolf was carrying.

Flaco's gloves were ruined, and another scar is soon to join his various collection, dotted across his body. "I'll buy you another pair when I come to see you next," you told him as you patched him up before both of you retired to bed, throwing a few extra logs on the fire to keep the chill out tonight.

Only you wake up sweating, peeling off your clothes, tossing them to the floor in an attempt to cool down. You're no stranger to being naked around Flaco, considering how many times you've found yourself in those kinds of situations with him, but it feels odd, being completely bare and rolling over, your eyes half-lidded, to cuddle up to the thickness of his coat.

But his coat feels thicker than usual; the fur feels longer, cleaner, not matted and slightly rough like the usual, well-worn Bison coat that he wears. You try and not pay much attention to it, wrapping your arm around his waist, attempting to be the big spoon, only to be met with even longer hair as your palm rubs across his chest.

Not only does his coat feel unusual, but he feels big. Well, Flaco's a big man, but this is suspiciously big, as if he's doubled in size. After a few minutes of trying to ignore it, you give up, propping yourself up on an elbow and tapping Flaco awake. The logs from a few hours ago are finally turning into embers, barely lighting the cabin, but still keeping it somewhat warm and lit, not that you need that extra heat right now.

"What?" Flaco grumbles, making no effort to move.

"..." what are you meant to say? that you woke him up because his coat feels weird? "Just roll over," you instruct, and he complies without question.

Flaco's reaching out, attempting to bundle you up in his arms, assuming you just want to cuddle. However, you feel the life suddenly drain from you as you're met with a sight that you can't quite explain. That's not Flaco, or at least, not the Flaco that you know. That's not human, either, but it's still... him...

"Look at me," you order, your voice quiet yet firm, and Flaco laughs at your sternness.

"What? am I cuddling you wrong?" he chuckles. Flaco looks up with a happy smile, warmth in his deep, brown eyes, his ears perking up, and his wet nose wiggling. Your mouth is wide open, stuttering a string of incoherent sounds, and Flaco's smile soon fades away as he realizes that you seem off. "What is it?" he questions, shuffling up the bed and sitting upright, the blankets pooling down over his waist, exposing his thick hairy chest, only this time, he's covered. Literally.

"You're... uh... Flaco, you're a..." you attempt to inform in, but words continue to fail you. Should you laugh? cry? scream? Instead, you scurry out of bed, rushing over to your rucksack and fishing a pocket mirror from it. He laughs when you hand it over, assuming that you're making a fuss over nothing.

"Oh, have I got dirt on my face again? you know, it's not that big of a deal, there's no need to-" Flaco shuts his mouth once his gaze meets his reflection, only for it to fall open again seconds later when he's confirmed that yes, that really is what he looks like right now. "I'm a wolf," Flaco exclaims, and begins grinning at his own reflection, checking out his teeth, or specifically, his fangs.

Of course Flaco is going to be overjoyed about this. Something catches the corner of your eye, quietly thudding in the darkness beside the wall. You pull the blanket from Flaco to be met with his tail, long and fluffy, wagging away joyfully. "Nice," Flaco comments with a laugh, brushing through the fur on his tail with his large paws, as if to confirm that it's really there.

"Nice?!" you yelp. "How is this nice, Flaco? you're not human!"

"Yeah, nice! Now I really am a wolf, huh? it's not a metaphor any more," Flaco laughs, flashing his fangs as he chuckles to himself.

Oh, you know how much Flaco likes to call himself 'the wolf.' He wears his title with pride, like a badge of honour, so much to the point that he often refers to himself in third-person with that nickname. He's a proud man, and even prouder to associate himself with such an animal; and his pride only seems to be doubling in size due to his new form.

Flacos focus is on his reflection again, and you watch as he shuffles out of bed, attempting to stand, only to bonk his head on the roof of his cabin. "Mierda!" Flaco hisses, crouching over and giving the top of his head a rub; he lets out a soft whimper as he settles down by the fire, using its light so he can admire himself in more detail, opening up your pocket mirror once more.

You sit and watch, mouth open, questioning how this has happened. Flaco's reaction really shouldn't be a surprise to you, and you decide to leave him to gussy himself up, whilst you begin trailing into deep through about how this might have happened.

It must have been the wolf from yesterday, the scratch on Flaco's hand. "I think it's a curse," you mutter to yourself as you pull the blanket up over your shoulders, bundling your naked body up, something that for once, Flaco has paid no attention to. The blanket covers most of your frame, your feet sticking out at the bottom, and the rest of you is snugly covered.

"Cursed?" Flaco repeats. "Eh, I don't think it's a curse, but a blessing instead."

"A blessing?!" you yelp, "how?! what if you're stuck like this forever?"

"Well, I guess you'll have to get use to having a big, loving werewolf as a partner then," Flaco laughs. His laughter is deep, coming straight from his chest, as always. However, there's now a soft growl in the mix, his fangs on display as he chuckles away.

"Flaco this isn't the time for jokes!" you pout, standing up and peering down at him with softly furrowed brows. "I'm not joking!" he defends, and attempts to stand yet again. This time, Flaco doesn't hit his head; he's unable to stand up straight, his back arching slightly, his frame standing tall over you in a way that doesn't mean to be dominating, but it is. And for some reason, you don't seem to mind, knowing that this werewolf in front of you is far from a threat... unless this really is a curse, and he begins to change even more.

"You don't like me like this?" Flaco questions, and lets out a soft whine when you don't reply, his ears falling flat. He crouches back down to your level, attempting to meet your height. "C'mon, look how nice and soft my fur is," Flaco states as he moves your hand to stroke over his chest, "and look at how my tail wags whenever I look as you!"

You let out a light laugh, peering behind him to admire the wag of his tail. He knows you're concerned, seeing as you're the logical one in this relationship. "I don't want to start petting you until I know how to get you out of this mess," you explain, moving your hand off his chest to wrap the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

"Okay, chiquita," Flaco nods. "You have a think about it," he encourages. Flaco finally puts your pocket mirror away, slipping it into your rucksack, and watches as you begin pondering on your thoughts.

The wolf from yesterday. The scratch on his hand. A curse. A blessing. You're no stranger to reading about werewolves in books, fictional books, fantasy ones, books that aren't real, or aren't meant to be real. Only there's a werewolf crouched beside you, watching in awe as you begin pacing around the room in thought. Flaco tries not to stare, not wanting to overcrowd you, and continues checking his new form out instead.

He gawks down at his frame, coated in a layer of thick, dark hair. His paw pads are soft, squishy, complimented by his long claws, sharp enough to cause some serious damage. Flaco's tail relaxes behind him, but begins softly wagging as he peers over to you, watching you pace and ponder.

You pull the blankets up higher, the edges brushing against your neck, your arms beneath them, cocooned inside with only your feet and head poking out. Flaco's head tilts as he admires how protective you are over him, so concerned for his safety, his future, and his current form. However, his admiration is paused, and Flaco's nose begins to twitch, picking up a scent he's never noticed before.

Flaco begins sniffing the air, his head perked up at the ceiling, eyes falling shut so he can put more focus into the scent that's caught his attention. It seems he's developed heightened senses, and he's putting them to good use.

"Can you smell that?" Flaco questions, but you're too trapped in thought to bother replying. "You smell different," Flaco states, his head now peering down at you, watching as you continue to waddle about his cabin. "Now right now, Flaco," you brush him off, shutting your eyes and rubbing your temples, attempting to find some sort of cure for Flaco's new form. "You smell sweet," he states, and shuffles closer to you, his nose twitching as he presses it to your shoulder. Flaco quickly moves it away, your scent now being covered up by the thick blanket, so he crouches further down, only to be lightly pushed away seconds later. "Flaco," you grumble. His deep eyes meet yours before he dips his head down again. He buries his nuzzle beneath the blanket, and you yelp as a cold, wet nose presses against your knee, swatting him away once more. "You smell slick," Flaco states. There's a huskiness to his voice, a deep and low growl that comes straight from his chest. His eyes meet yours, dark and alluring, peering up at you before disappearing beneath the blanket again. "Flaco!" you grumble again, but Flaco doesn't let you push him away this time. You feel something cold and wet on the inside of your thighs, followed by a gust of wind - Flaco has his nose pressed just below your pussy, and he's inhaling your scent. A large paw wraps itself around your thigh, and Flaco boldly moves his nose up, his wetness now pressed softly on your clit. "You smell like you need me to help you calm down," he states after taking in another deep inhale, before removing himself from under the blanket. Flaco stands tall, his back slightly bent over, gazing down at you with slightly furrowed brows - a natural expression for your partner. The hand on your thigh moves itself to your waist, now pressed over the blanket; his hands have always been big, but this is ridiculous. Flaco could pick you up as if you're nothing, his single paw covering most of your body, making you feel so small and inferior. "I know that tone, Flaco, and I'm not letting you... seduce me right now, not when you're like this," you huff, sending him a glare and gesturing to his body. He laughs. It's deep, a mixture between a growl and a human laugh, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand tall. "C'mon, don't you want to try it?" Flaco questions. "You're just turned into some... dog... and the first thing you want to do is fuck?!" you yelp. "Correction, I've turned into a wolf, a werewolf, and mhmm," he nods. "I do, do you?" Your eyes meet the floor, looking away from the beast towering over you, his thumb now softly stroking over the blanket, attempting to soothe you. You can't deny that you're not curious, but is it wrong? to fuck somebody that's... well, that? He's still Flaco, he's still your partner; only now he's doubled in size, is covered in hair, and has perky ears, a snout, and a tail. "I can sense how curious you are, chiquita. My senses have heightened. I know how you look when you're aroused, but now I can really smell it," Flaco flashes you a toothy grin, dipping his head down to your level as he crouches. He licks your cheek, his rough and damp tongue brushing over your skin, coating most of your face in one stroke. "What was that?!" you cry, and attempt to push his snout away. "A kiss," Flaco states, before licking you again. Ugh, should you be surprised? of course Flaco is going to put all of his new abilities to use. All of them. He moves from your cheek, making his way down to your neck, attempting to kiss the usual spots that you enjoy. "C'mon, we can do doggy style," Flaco urges with a soft laugh, chuckling at his own joke. "You're a menace, you know that, right?" you huff, placing your hands on his large cheeks and moving his head so that he's looking directly at you. "I know," Flaco laughs again. "We can give this a try... but if I say stop, then you stop, alright?" "Oh, come on, you know I'll stop if you tell me to," Flaco shakes his head. He understands that you're after reassurance, concerned with exactly how this is going to go. "Flaco promises he'll take care of you," he says with a wag of his tail. "...and don't start howling," you order. Flaco laughs again, giving you another cheek kiss between his chuckle. "Okay, no howling. Flaco promises," he giggles, and begins urging you over to the bed.

Flaco's gentle as he slips the blanket from your shoulders, letting it fall back onto the bed. He attempts to kiss your neck again, running his tongue over your skin, resisting the urge to attempt giving you a hickey. The last thing that he ever wants to do is hurt you, so he's being extra cautious in his new form; his claws are sharp, his teeth even sharper, not to mention his intimidating size and figure. But his eyes remain soft, a deep brown, the same shade as his 'normal' ones. Those dark eyes meet yours as he climbs on top of you, before shutting them as he nuzzles you. Large paws find their way to your waist, trailing down to your thighs, the rest of his body following after as he shuffles down the bed. The bed is far too small for him, so Flaco pulls you until your legs are dangling over the side, and he settles on the floor, still having to dip his head so that he's in line with your body. His breath is hot, tickling your skin as he dips between your thighs. There's a pause of uncertainty, before Flaco presses his wet nose against your clit. He instantly moves it away, exhaling heavily, and mutters "too much," under his breath. His tail is wagging, thumping against the floor, and you can only assume your scent is making him a little too excited. Flaco dips his head down again, this time letting his tongue fall from his mouth, and licks a firm stripe across your cunt. He peers up to watch your reaction, checking for any signs of discomfort, and since you've shown none he does it again, over and over, both of you getting use to this new sensation. His tongue is rough, but soft, squishy, but firm, the perfect balance between wolf and man. The paws wrapped around your thighs tighten their grip, his claws pressed against your skin, but not digging into you. Over time, Flaco becomes more confident, and begins lapping at your clit, his tongue occasionally slipping into your cunt, making his thick hair tickle the inside of your thighs. He's bigger in every way, his tongue reaching depths that it's never reached before, making you whimper as you finally relax on the bed. Flaco's ears perk up, overhearing your positive reaction, reassuring him that he's doing well. His licks become firmer, longer, wetter, more open mouthed; unintentionally Flaco's fangs begin to trail over your skin, light enough that he's not hurting you, or even realizing what he's doing. However, you're definitely aware; it's a strange sensation, having a set of sharp teeth almost nibble at your lower stomach, often trailing up to your bellybutton whenever Flaco opens his mouth wider, pushing his tongue deeper into your cunt. "F-Flaco, that's..." you stutter, your head still pressed to the bed. "Huh?" Flaco hums. He slips his tongue from you, resting his chin on your stomach, worried that he's accidentally hurt you. "Your teeth, they're..." "Sharp?" "Uh-huh, but they're... it's uh... they feel nice," you manage to stutter. Flaco bites back a laugh. He licks his chops, your taste heavy on his tongue and around his mouth, and dips his head back down to lap at your cunt again. "Oh, so you do like it when this big, bad wolf has his jaws wrapped around you?" Flaco teases, ensuring that his teeth continue to trail over your skin in between kisses. "Yeah..." you shyly confirm, and let out a soft yelp as Flaco dips his tongue into your cunt again. He removes one of his paws from your thighs, going to slip a finger into you, but stops in his tracks. "Mhm," Flaco grumbles, realizing that his claws are far too sharp to be risking that. "Hey, finger yourself for me," Flaco orders, and grins when you readjust your position, reaching down and beginning to work yourself open. You dive straight in with two fingers, seeing as Flaco's thick tongue already counts as one, possibly more. He watches for a few moments, admiring how flustered you look, before dipping his head between your thighs again. You know what's going to happen, but since Flaco is crouched down on the floor, his body bent over, you're unable to see what he looks like. Is his cock... normal? it must be bigger, surely? seeing as he's doubled in size. You decide to prepare yourself for the worst, or the best, you'll just have to wait and see. You begin to scissor yourself, attempting to loosen your cunt up as much as possible. Flaco takes up the opportunity, and dips his tongue into your pussy, slipping it between your fingers, and runs it along your soft, velvet walls. The noise you let out can only be described as a bitch in heat, a whine, calling out for Flaco to come and fill you up. "You can fit another," he urges, and lets out a soft sigh when you slip a third finger in. "Good girl," Flaco praises, and you assume the thumping you can overhear is his tail wagging against the floor again. Yet again, you attempt to scissor yourself, and within time you're certain you could fit a fourth finger in... but what about fitting Flaco? Hm, you'll find out eventually. You're getting there, slowly but surely; Flaco's spit and slobber is slick enough to help stretch you open, and he graces you with even more as he slides his tongue into your pussy again. Flacos hand disappears from your thigh, dipping down between his own legs, and you know he's touching himself. Nervously, you ask an important question "Flaco, how big are you?" "Big," Flaco blankly states, chuckling as he removes his tongue. "D-Do you think it'll fit?" you question. "I guess we'll just have to find out, eh?" he laughs. "Do you think you're ready? you look it," he comments, and moves his head back down to press his wet nose directly on your clit, his ears perking upright and his tail wagging even faster. "You smell it, too," he grins, flashing his fangs. "Yeah... Okay, I'm ready," you nod.

And with that, Flaco's up on his feet, crawling on top of you on the bed. He wolfhandles you, moving you up to the centre, giving himself enough room to join you. Flaco's grinning, and places a soft lick-kiss to your cheek before sitting back on his knees, finally showing you what's between his legs. Liar. There's no way he's going to fit. "What the-" you stutter, sitting upright and reaching out. Your hand alone is nothing compared to his cock, and even as you wrap both hands around it, there's still some untouched space left over. "Flaco, there's no way this is going to fit," you sigh, comparing his cock against your forearm. Flaco laughs. "It will, Flaco promises," he nods. "You've just gotta relax and let me take the lead, okay?" "Okay, but I-" "-Shh," Flaco hushes. "Stop doubting yourself, we both know you can fit me," he reassures, and presses his paw to your chest, lightly pushing you back down against the bed. The paw on your chest moves to your thigh, holding you steady, and his other hovers by his cock. You watch as Flaco spits on his cock- no, he dribbles on it, letting thick strings of spit coat his length, falling from his jaw, and then pumps himself a few times, ensuring he's generously slick. He moves his hand to the bed, just above your head, and uses the other to hold his length steady as he begins pushing into you. You lie there awkwardly, feeling the tip of his thick cock rub against your entrance, unable to slide in. Flaco begins to grumble, his tail no longer wagging, and his brows furrowing. He dribbles again, being far too generous and soaking your cunt, but it's enough to help ease in the head of his cock. You yelp and begin hissing, unintentionally tightening up around the tip of Flaco's cock. He's thick, unbelievably thick, and you're starting to question your life choices. "Relax," Flaco orders. He dips his head down to your level, placing a wet kiss to your cheek, and grumbles "relax," softly against your ear. Deep breaths. It's not that bad, honestly; once you begin untensing and calming down, you realize he's surprisingly snug, stretching your pussy in a way that makes you shiver, and your reaction came from fear, not his size. "Good girl," Flaco says as he licks your cheek again. "You let me know when you're ready for more." You take your time, relaxing your walls, unclenching them around Flaco's length. Finally, you give him a nod, and he begins sliding into you. There's a slight burn as he stretches you out, his cock getting thicker the deeper it goes, and he comes to a halt just past halfway. There's a knot to your stomach, a tight one, and you can feel the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. "How is this? okay?" Flaco double checks, straightening his back and talking down to you. "Y-yeah, it's okay," you nod. Once again, you're struggling to relax, so you calm yourself by rubbing quick circles on your clit, along with taking deep breaths. "Too big for you, eh?" Flaco chuckles. "Of course you're too big, Flaco." "Give it time, you'll warm up to me eventually," he shrugs, cockily grinning as he talks. Flaco's patient, waiting for you to ask for more, and when you do finally ask, he happily delivers it. He continues sliding in slowly, and your eyes go wide once you feel his fur press against your clit. "You fit?" you question, shuffling up on your elbows to peer down between your legs, instantly noticing the bulge to your stomach. "Mhm," Flaco nods, "I told you I would. Now we've just gotta see if you can keep up," he smirks.

Flaco takes a hold of your legs, lifting them up and wrapping them around his waist, your ankles barely crossing over behind his back. He bends forward, his body towering over yours; one paw stays wrapped around your thigh, whilst the holds his weight up, placed above your head. Your knees hit your shoulders, practically bent in half, and you're about to ask why Flaco's wolfhandled you into this position, but he begins thrusting.

His patience has worn thin, and Flaco jumps straight in with a quickened pace, forcing you to yelp beneath him. The new position makes sense, as he's able to really drive his cock deep inside you, smacking your cervix with every thrust, turning both pairs of your cheeks red. "You are tight, aren't you?" Flaco smugly comments, flashing his fangs as he licks your cheek again, his attempt of a kiss.

All you manage to do is nod, unable to process words, let alone thoughts. You begin rubbing your clit again, whining beneath Flaco, whimpering as he fucks you, the sound of skin against skin echoing around the cabin. "You sound like you need me to fill you up," Flaco states. He lets out a deep breath before saying "and it smells like you need it too."

"Y-yeah, I do," you stutter, nodding at the same time.

"All in good time, loba."

Flaco picks up his pace, mercilessly slamming his cock into you; his ears perk up at the sounds you're making, moans and mewls, and Flaco can't help but let out a choked whine, intoxicated by every part of you. He soon begins softly panting, slowly over-working himself from the fast pace, but Flaco's stubborn to the point that he won't slow down, not until you're overflowing with his load.

There's still a slight burn to your cunt, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel strangely good. Flaco's knot is threatening to slip inside you; it's wider than the rest of his cock, but only slightly, and you're certain that within time, it'll slip in. How big do those things get? There's only so much that you can, and now that you've taken this much, far more than you ever thought you'd be able to handle, you're uncertain on where your new limit lies.

You tighten your legs around Flaco's waist, feeling your orgasm slowly approaching, your clit rubbing so fast that your wrist is starting to ache. You attempt to grip onto Flaco's arm with your spare hand, but Flaco swats your hand away, and pins it down to the bed, his large paw wrapping around your wrist, feeling so dainty in his grasp.

"You're going to cum for me soon, aren't you?" Flaco questions, speaking directly into your ear.

"Uh-huh," you manage to nod.

"Good girl. Go on, I want to feel how tight you get around me," he orders.

Should you feel this good? being mercilessly fucked by your werewolf partner, whimpering and whining in his grap, your orgasm threatening to hit at any moment. You've always felt small beneath Flaco, but this is taking things to a whole new level; he's towering over you, folding your body in half, your knees pressed firmly against your shoulders. Flaco shifts his weight, planting his feet on the bed and bending his legs, bucking his hips down against yours. He whimpers at the slight change of position, and both of you let out a choked moan as Flaco's knot finally slips into you.

The sensation of being full to the brim - overly full - causes you to cum. Your wrist is burning from being over-worked, and you clench tightly around Flaco's cock, panting and sighing as your body begins to tremble. Your orgasm catches Flaco off guard, letting out a choked moan as you squeeze his cock, milking him for all he's worth as he joins your high. Flaco cums, and he doesn't seem to stop cumming, fucking his load into you, hoards of it over-flowing and spilling from your pussy, dripping down over your ass and onto the bed.

His tail is wagging in the air, your knees are pressed right against your shoulders, and Flaco won't stop thrusting, over-stimulating both of you. Eventually, he's forced to stop, his cock buried deep inside you as his knot begins to flair up. "Mierda," Flaco yelps, tugging on it; he instantly stops when you yelp in pain, and mutters another string of swears under his breath.

"I didn't think it would do that," Flaco confesses. He sits back on his knees, not bothered by his mess on the bed, and gawks down at the sight of his swollen cock buried inside you, a visible bulge to your stomach. "Are you okay? does it hurt?"

"Not really," you shake your head; you're still trembling, catching your breath, barely able to keep your eyes open. There's a slight burn to Flaco's knot, but you've been stretched to a point that your body seemed to be expecting it, and thankfully, it's oddly sensual, similar to whenever you've cock warmed him, only on a larger scale. "It's uh, strange, but it doesn't hurt. Just don't tug on it..."

"Good," he sighs.

Flaco asks you to wrap your arms around his neck, clinging onto him as he shuffles about on the bed, finding a comfortable position for you both. He kicks off the dirty cover after using some salvageable parts to clean both of you up, and thankfully, Flaco's warm, warm enough to keep you cosy throughout the night, and you feel even warmer as he wraps his arm around your waist, your head resting on his chest.

"What did you think of that, huh?" Flaco eventually questions.

"It was... something," you sigh, unable to find the exact words.

"Oh. Did you not enjoy it?" he whines, perking his head up to peer down at you.

"No, no! I enjoyed it... a lot... too much," you sheepishly reply. "And I think you enjoyed it too," you tease, tensing your walls, giving his knotted cock a squeeze.

"Don't do that," Flaco whimpers, his ears falling back, "you'll get me worked up again."

Is that a bad thing?" you raise a brow, and Flaco chuckles at your eagerness.

"Hey, earlier on you were too nervous to try it, and now you're asking for me to fill you up again?" he laughs, trailing his paws tenderly over your back.

"You did spill most if it," you shrug, and Flaco rolls his eyes at your comment.

"How about I wake you up with a morning surprise? once this swelling has gone down. We didn't do doggy, so I think we need to make up for that?" he offers. Flaco smirks when you nod in agreement; if you had a tail, it would also be wagging.

He places another kiss to your cheek, but this time uses his nose rather than his tongue. Flaco's head rolls back onto the bed, his chest rising and falling slowly, his arms wrapped around you, acting as a blanket. His cock is still swollen, but it's strangely soothing; it's practically the same as falling asleep whilst cock warming, something that you two have done many times before.

And you won't be surprised when Flaco wakes you up how he usually does, with slow and deep thrusts, and soft coos of praise and affection.

#rdrwriting #smut #nsft #flaco hernández x reader #f!reader #monsters #werewolf #rdr2 #female reader #flaco hernández #werewolf/human #monster/human #red dead redemption 2 #rdo #red dead online #a/b/o #the big bad wolf

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hanii-rose · 3 years

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Ello Ello~! Can I get a garou with a s/o that was kidnapped in the past and has trama now, but acts so chill that you wouldn’t even notice? It’s ok if you don’t want to lol ( fluff please tho- )

Truth

Garou × |Fem|Reader

You sat on the grassy ground of your backyard, knees bent to one side, looking over your garden. The large sun hat you wore casted a calming shadow onto your eyes, allowing you to pick at your tomatoes with ease without the harsh sunlight glaring into your retinas.

You hummed a faint tune, relaxed and uncaring about the world around you. Not that it had anything interesting going on anyway. Your ruffled, beige skirt gracefully fell onto the the ground over your calves, sprawling onto the grass around you.

You eagerly plucked a ripe, juicy tomato from one of the stems it hung from, placing it into the woven straw basket where many of your other freshly picked vegetables remained.

A gentle breeze brushed past, sweeping your hair off of your shoulders. You gently held onto your summer hat and continued picking the ripest vegetables your garden had to offer, unknowing of a certain someone watching your silent movements.

Out of the blue, a sudden shade had been cast on top of your seated form and for a minute, you believed it was a big raincloud blocking the sun due to the large size of it. When you tilted your head up to inspect the sky, you were met with the face of a boy, a scowl on his features, likely due to the summer heat.

He stood above you, shielding the sun's rays, silently observing your expression from calm to surprised to calm once again.

"The hell are ya' doin'?"

"I'm just gardening. What about you, stranger?"

The unfamiliar male picked at the tight collar of his sweater, trying to enable air to pass into it. He raised a brow, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple to his cheek. Blinking at him in confusion, you shrugged, replacing your blank look with a gentle, happy expression.

It was his turn to shrug, rubbing the back of his neck whilst peering over your newly finished picket fence.

"Just out for a walk, huh?"

He gave a single nod, eyes darting from yours to look to the side.

"Say, isn't it a bit too warm to be wearing such a heavy sweater?"

The scowl from his face dropped, and he turned back to you with a look of annoyance on his face.

"What's it to ya'?"

You turned back to your plush tomatoes, chuckling at his childish words.

"At least I ain't half naked like you!"

Half naked, huh? You wouldn't necessarily call wearing an off shoulder top being 'half-naked' but to a boy, things like that are probably way different...

"That's what a child would say..."

You muttered under your breath but it must've been loud enough for him to hear it. He stopped scratching his neck, eyebrows knitted in utter irritation.

"Haaahhh?"

Plucking a shiny, ripe tomato from it's stem, you tossed it at the man, to which he caught expertly with one hand.

You giggled, your expression sly.

"Here, you can have this. My tomatoes taste really good, try one..."

You looked up at him from below, allowing him to get a better look at your face that had been partially hidden due to your large straw hat.

Your pretty, glossed lips took the shape of an attractive grin, sun kissed cheeks gleaming as the sunshine reflected off of them. Beautiful hair swaying as another faint breeze blew over, somewhat lifting the ends of your loose skirt and ruffling your cotton top.

The scene appeared vivid and bright and the boy in front of you seemed to be taken aback by your appearance, his expression no longer that of annoyed or irked.

"Tomatoes ain't that good..."

He stated, stoic and calculative.

You stretched out your palm to him, offering to take the tomato back.

"You can give it back if you don't want it."

You peeked over at him with one eye closed, a smirk itching to take over your lips.

"I never said I ain't gonna eat it!"

Mhmmm, that's what you thought.

"Well stranger, now that I've given you a peace offering, how about you give me a name?"

He looked up at the sun, contemplating your request, ultimately deciding to tell you. It was the decent thing to do anyways...

"Name's Garou."

You nodded, beginning to fill your basket once again.

"I see, I see..."

He waited, leaning on your tall wooden fence, arms crossed, tapping his foot.

You said nothing.

"Well, aren't ya' gonna tell me yers'?!"

Snorting, you grabbed the tin watering can that sat beside you, not bothering to give him a glance.

"Whatever, I'm leavin'!"

He started to walk, straightening himself out and biting into the red, delectable tomato.

"Y/N."

He halted mid-step, craning his head and looking over his shoulder.

"My name is Y/N."

Without a word, he walked off, disappearing over the horizon. What a strange fellow...

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"Yo..."

You craned your neck, tearing your eyes off of the worded pages of the neighborhood newspaper. Your knee length, white dress slowly swayed as you came to a halt on your large, metal garden swing.

"Oh stranger, you again! Back for another tomato?"

Garou folded his arms, leaning on the thick steady metal legs of the swing set.

"Are ya' gonna give me another tomato?"

You shrugged, closing the newspaper and placing it down next to you.

"Sure, if you want. They're really good, right?"

"I've tasted better..."

Garou picked at his nails with a bored look, uninterested in small talk.

"Ok, either way, I'll get you one. How about you sit down here while you wait?"

You patted the empty spot next to you on the large swing but he passed, walking away.

"Now, hold on mister!"

"Oh, c'mon! Sit down while I bring you some vegetables and then we'll talk!"

Before he could walk too far, you latched onto his arm, taut biceps tightening at the feeling of your smaller, smooth limbs around his. Hugging it, you pressed it close to your chest, somewhat leaning into him, squishing up against him. Garou's eyes had widened in surprise at your actions and he tried wiggling out of your grasp but you were unrelenting.

What? Wait...what? Did you just invite him for some vegetable tea-time? Him? The Hero Hunter? Wait, did you just invite him to something? How long had it been since a pretty girl wiggled around his arm for a chance to talk to him?

"Fine."

Oh, right never... Well, since your being so persistent, why the fuck not?

You happily dragged him back to your swing, pushing his shoulders down until he sat comfortably on the seat, legs spread and arms resting on headrest.

"I'll be right back!"

Scurrying off, you carefully began plucking the ripest and juiciest tomatoes your garden could offer and bringing them back to Garou.

"Here, these are perfect for eating."

With that, you handed him a straw basket containing three tomatoes and sat down next to him, placing your fingers on your lap.

"So, how are you today?"

You began, trying to elicit small talk from him.

"...Uh, good?"

"Why are you so confused about it?"

You giggled, asking him about his answer.

"W-whatever! Why do ya' have so many tomatoes?"

You tilted your head to the side, thinking about his question.

"Hm? Oh, well I think they taste good..."

Garou gave you a look, as if saying 'that's it?'

"I also sell them to the local stores. I'm a dropout so I have to earn a living somehow, ya' know?"

"But I don't think he could defeat Goku "

Ah, that makes much more sense. Garou gave subtle nods as you rambled on about your interests, favourite books and the nice grocery man down the street who pays extra for your vegetables. But seriously, what's with you? You grab a random guy off of the street and just start talking to him? Who are you?

"Oh, Y/N! I was looking all over for you in your house dearie, I hope you don't mind, I took a look around..."

Huh, who's this?

A middle aged woman, stood in front of the two of you holding a little ceramic pot in her chubby hands, a mouthwatering aroma erupting from inside of it. Her eyes glanced at Garou but took a sharp turn to look back at you, curly brown bob bouncing as she ecstatically spoke.

"I brought you some cabbage stew. I know how much you like my cooking!"

"Oh, Ms. Keiko, you really didn't have to..."

Garou watched as she handed you the pot, chatting away without a care in the world.

"Oh it's no problem, sweetie!"

"No, no, I can't have you cooking for me everyday. I can do it myself, really..."

You exasperated, somewhat irked because of her interruption.

"What do you mean? Oh, you young people think you can do everything yourselves! Honestly, the government should really do something about people your age, especially people like you."

You rubbed your arm awkwardly, brows knitted and lips pulled into an uncomfortable smile.

"Well, I'd best be heading back now! You know how it is, busy busy!"

"I'll just go put this inside, don't go anywhere ok?"

You ushered her off, nodding at whatever she said until she waddled into her own house across the fence. You breathed out a sigh of relief, turning back to Garou to see him munching on a tomato, uninterested.

The sun had set halfway and Garou had heard enough of your meaningless chatter, heaving a big sigh, he stood up abruptly, popping some bones.

You quickly rushed into your home, setting the pot of stew onto your counter to let it cool off. Rushing back outside, you sat down beside Garou once again, and the two of you began to swing, continuing your pointless conversation.

"Hm? Leaving?"

He nodded, holding his last tomato in his dominant hand, and tilting his head towards your fence door, uttering a bored 'see ya' and leaving. You watched him exit, turning to the sidewalk, giving you one last glance and taking off.

---

The sun moved quickly and the once bright sky had turned dim, little drops of milk decorated the rare clear sky. The streetlights shined brightly, yellow glow illuminating everything within its vicinity. A gentle breeze had blown past and you slumped back in your seat, the squeaking of the swing coming to a halt. Reluctantly, you stretched and pushed yourself off, standing up and giving one last look at your backyard, walking inside your quaint home and shutting the door.

You tossed and turned on your bed, sweating profusely. Twisting your beautiful face into a pained expression, eyes shut tight in terror of your own thoughts. The nightmares of your past haunting you while you slumbered, unable to run, confined within your mind.

The rope burns.

The bruises.

The blood.

The tubes.

The thunder.

You weren't going to get much sleep tonight...

It was all so vivid and dark, and the feeling of suffocation creeped down along your throat, setting itself within your chest, as you heaved and shook. You awoke suddenly, nausea and fright overtaking your form as you trembled, beads of sweat rolling down your sides as you hugged yourself, trembling and disoriented.

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Since the last visit from Garou, vegetable tea-time had become a common occurrence.

Garou trudged through the woods behind your house, nearing it slowly, hands pocketed, back arched.

The days only got hotter and Garou found himself sweltering under the sun's powerful rays, anticipating a fresh, juicy tomato from your garden. He would never admit it, but this month had been a somewhat therapeutic time for him. Every time he sent a hero to the hospital, he gave you a visit, sometimes prompt, sometimes prolonged.

All of the blood and injuries had been washed away and packed before that, he wanted to avoid any questions regarding his whereabouts. He feared if you saw his true colours, you'd stop being so sincere with him. A week ago you had proudly declared that you were friends now in your usual rambles and Garou wasn't willing to take any chances ruining it.

Free tomatoes with a cute girl? Yeah, no way in hell he's lettin' you find out who he is.

As he stepped closer and closer to your home, nearing the fence, he spotted you in your usual spot near your rich tomato plants, an unfamiliar girl standing in front of you, carrying two or three compact cardboard boxes.

Hiding behind the blooming cherry blossom trees behind your home, he gave an ear to your conversation.

"My dad only buys tomatoes from you because he takes pity on you."

"Of course, please tell your father I'm grateful."

"I'm not finished! Nobody from class misses you. We all think you're a freak!"

"I'm sorry you all feel that way..."

"The neighbors only talk to you because you're alone all the time."

"Yes, they're so kind..."

"I think it would've been better if you had just stayed missing!"

"Y-you should bring these boxes to your dad now. Tell him I added some extra in there, just to be safe."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Oh, you came today, good! How are you?"

With that, she turned around, her foot purposely on one of the adorable tomato sprouts, mashing it down with the heel of her white sneaker. After the baby-plant murderer left, Garou circled in, greeting you in a casual manner. You visibly brightened up and grasped his arm.

"S'all good... Say, who was that?"

Garou rubbed the back of his neck, brow quirked up, waiting for an answer.

"Remember the store owner I told you about the other day? That's his daughter. Cute, isn't she?"

Garou shrugged, perplexed. You seemed to like her and from the conversation, he could tell you knew her well.

"Hello, anyone in there?"

Then why was she speaking to you like that? And more importantly, what did she mean when she said you should've stayed missing? Was he missing something? Was there something he didn't know which everyone else did? Nah, you told him everything, it couldn't be that.

You waved your hand in front of his face, breaking him from his thoughts.

"W-wha..."

"I've been talking to you this entire time, what are you thinking so hard about?"

Poking his cheek repeatedly, you playfully provoked him and he swatted your hand away.

"Hurry up an' give me a tomato, lady..."

---

Sifting through the soil on the ground, you had found the perfect spot for re-planting that cute, crippled little tomato sprout that the store owner's daughter had squished. But holding it in place while simultaneously patting the soil down to fix it in was proving to be quite a challenge.

You needed some help.

"Oh, Garou~"

"Be a dear and help me with this? I promise I'll make it up to you!"

You sang, batting your lashes and twisting around to face him. He sat relaxing on the garden swing, chewing up a tomato you had given him. He looked at you, contemplating whether he should respond to your strange tone.

He glanced at you, then glanced at the half bitten vegetable in his hand. With one bite, it was gone. Rubbing his hands clean on his pants, he walked over to you, sqatting down to your level and holding the tiny plant in place as you stuffed it's space with rich soil and fertilizer.

"Thank you! You're such a big help."

Aren't you exaggerating just a bit, now? All he did was hold a plant while you did all the work. Nevertheless, your comment added to his ego and he swaggered back over to the swings, chomping down on another tomato, this time with a trail of juice running down his chin.

"Ah, it's dripping onto your beautiful sweater! Hold on..."

You stood up from your squatting position on the floor and took out a pink little handkerchief from your dress pocket. Adjusting your bucket hat, you patted Garou's chin, absorbing and wiping away any juice stains that may have clung to his skin.

"There, that's much better isn't it?"

"...Just like a child."

He nodded, cheek puffing out as he popped the rest of the tomato into his mouth, dirtying himself once again. You giggled to yourself, your fingers helping to muffle the noise.

He ignored you, poking his chin out for you to wipe again. You complied, of course.

Your day happily went by, without any interruptions.

All too soon, it was time for him to leave. The sun had fully set in the distance and the sky had once again been filled with glitter, sparkling in your eyes as you watched it together.

"I'm leavin'..."

You nodded, standing up and walking him to your fence door. Before he could fully step out, you pulled on his sweater with your index and thumb. He turned around slowly, facing you, confused at your foreign expression.

"Hm...?"

Your eyes fixed themselves down on your cobble walkway, trying to shelter your face from his observant eyes. Your free hand grasped and pulled on your skirt, nervously fidgeting in place. He could hear your heart pounding, hammering in your chest...or was it his?

The night had gone silent as you pulled him down lower, stepping up on your tippy toes and connecting a chaste kiss to his cheek.

He was left dumbfounded at your actions and you hesitantly released the fabric of his sweater, bringing it to your chest.

"I told I'd make it up to you, didn't I?"

The look on your face astounded him, leaving him stranded at your gate, as you dusted yourself off, looking up at him with a soft smile.

Garou blinked a couple of times, quickly shuffling to turn around, away from your stare.

"I d-didn't think ya' meant that..."

You looked away, embarrassed.

"W-well, I'll see you tomorrow."

He agreed, and you ran inside your home, standing near your doorway, looking at him walking away.

"Goodnight!"

You called from behind him and he waved with his back turned to you, getting farther and farther from you.

---

The cold air of the A/C hit your skin, calming you as you hugged your pillow close to your chest. Your eyes remained comfortably closed, happy thoughts streamed through your slumbering mind.

Tonight, you had slept soundly.

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The booming crashes of thunder bellowed through the unusually quiet city as Garou sauntered past the glossy windows of the street, mindlessly observing the contents on the other side.

𝔹ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾 ℕ𝔼𝕎𝕊: 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕄 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕕

Clothing, accessories, toys and electronics all looked the same to him as he carelessly made his way to you. The heavy rain drops made it harder for him to move, his sweater becoming drenched and heavy with water, his usual hairdo slumped forward, impairing his vision slightly. He came to an abrupt halt in front of the big TV store, eyeing the news displayed in bold letters on the screen.

He's reading slowly, focused on the faces of the two bastards on the screen.

...𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖

The images of innocent children flash by and somewhere in his cold, tattered heart he feels thankful for their safety. And then he sees it.

It was you. You, but...but, smaller. You...

Your picture. Dead expression, skin battered with bruises and scratches, large dirty cloth dangling off of your tiny shoulders. Innocent eyes, tearful.

Garou raced through the slippery streets of City M, the downpour only getting worse with every step he took. He could barely see in front of him, the streets had gotten so dark and hazy, the only thing ringing in his ears were the crashes of thunder that blew out through the atmosphere.

Finally!

Unimaginable winds collided with his form, pushing him back, street lights bursting, paper, signs and peices of wood dangerously flew around, nearly missing his body. He was almost there.

His harsh, observant eyes latched onto you, sitting on the floor, eyes tightly shut, your hands locked onto your ears, drowning out the frighteningly loud rolls of thunder. The lights seemed to be switched on, but no light was being emitted from them, leaving the room in a dark state. The power must have gone out.

He knocked on your door, holding onto one of the pillars of your home as to not get blown away. You hadn't responded. He knocked again. No response. Suddenly, a crash came from the inside, just as another boom of thunder shook the ground. He heard you shriek and without a second thought, followed the noise to your backyard, two large french windows open and banging against the walls outside. Climbing in, he grasped the handles, bringing them together and locking it securely, effectively closing it. The sounds outside had been muffled by the warm walls of your home and he turned around, studying the interior.

"Y/N."

He walked over, kneeling down to you, grasping your shoulder as gently as he could. Eyes softening at your face, tear stained and hurt.

"G-Garou, I "

"I-im sorry..."

Another flash of lightning flashed through your windows and you jumped onto Garou, latching onto his torso, face buried within his broad chest, cold and wet from the rain.

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The storm had frizzled away rather slowly and all the while Garou had held you in his arms, silently, face hidden in your hair. You had cried and sniffled, ruining his already wet sweater with snot. As the rain came to a stable pace of hushed pitter patters, you finally released him from your hold.

You cleared your throat, standing up and rubbing your sides up and down.

"I don't know what came over me..."

Garou steadily rose from the ground, towering over you, face blank, staring at you intently.

"Y-you're here for some tomatoes, right?"

...

"No."

You shook slightly, he noticed. Wobbling backwards, you tripped, teetering downwards until Garou had stopped you mid-fall by your wrist. He pulled back, flinging you into his chest, wrapping an arm around your shuddering body.

"I'm here for the truth."

You but your lip, afraid of coming clean. You had his it for so long, you knew he'd feel bad if you told him now...

"I...um, are you sure?"

He nodded.

"Let me get you a towel first. You're cold..."

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And so you had begun to explain your childhood. The happy days in the sun, at the park, holding your mom's hand and playing with your little friends.

Subsequently, this lead to many individuals wanting it for themselves or for research. The earliest memory of your childhood was the worst. The day you had been snatched from the warm protective embrace of your mother, into the confines of a cold metal room, fit with a heavy metal door. Tubes and needles poked your sides, dug into you skin, filling you with unknown substances, heightening your senses to the point where it hurt to exist.

You always had a fascination with plants, able to care for them and somehow make them grow quicker and healthier. At first, everyone thought it was your natural green thumb and caring nature but soon you had found out about a power no one else possessed. Growth manipulation. It wasn't just plants. Little animals and insects could be effected as well. Some thought you were a freak, others deemed you a lucky child, blessed with special powers gifted from the heavens.

You were often experimented on, put aside and brought back. It seemed to be a never-ending cycle of loneliness and isolation that kept you silenced. If you didn't comply with your tormentors, they'd tie you up, burning your soft baby flesh in the process, when it rained the lights would go out and thunder would cackle throughout the empty metal corridors, resonating through your small metal room, entering your tiny being. It was horrific, the bruises you received, the blood you shed and the years of your life which you lost.

Seven years. It took them seven years to find you and the rest of the children. You were rescued at last by elite forces storming the illegal research facility, the House of Evolution, more like the house of horrors.

You had been given hope but alas, your mother no longer lived in the same city, no longer cried for you to come back, no longer wanted anything to do with a girl such as yourself. At the tender age of fifteen, you re-entered society, ready to go to school, make friends, study, live. But when the time came, you found it difficult to fit in. Everyone was so mature, so stable and unhurt. It pained you to know no one understood your situation.

Whatever the other teens talked about, you would have a hard time understanding, you had no idea about any of the new trends, never held a smartphone in your life, never went shopping for clothes, never had a boyfriend and you certainly never anticipated anything other than pain. Emotions were hard to deal with in your early years but as time passed and you grew older, dropping out of school and going for therapy, you slowly figured your way around the world, while still staying in your own little universe.

Sometimes, things which occurred in more recent days triggered your painful memories, which triggered your anxiety, which triggered emotions that were unwanted. One of them being fright, like now. Garou listened intently, nodding and opening and closing his fists on his lap, understanding bits and pieces of how you felt. Clueless and naive, almost unwanted.

He sympathises, but still experienced some pain at the fact of your secrecy from him. Weren't you friends? Why didn't you tell him? He never would've guessed you had been through something like this. You acted so...so indifferent. You explained it normally. When people knew of your life, they could react in two ways. Sympathetic to the point where it becomes disgusting or being disgusted by you themselves. Garou was your friend, you didn't want either from him. You wanted genuine emotions from him. He understood again, much to your relief.

"Still, ya' could'a told me..."

"W-well, isn't there something you're not telling me, Garou?"

He gulped, his throat went dry. He scratched the back of his head, acting aloof. He shook his head no and crossed his arms, roughly leaning back onto your couch, looking anywhere but you.

"You're the Hero Hunter, right? I'm not as airheaded as you, I actually watch the news."

"Yeah, so? If ya' knew all this time, why didn't ya' say somethin'about it, huh?"

"Because you hadn't said anything. And I guess, I didn't want anything to change. I liked that you came around for tomatoes. It kind of sounds like I used you since everytime you were here, I felt normal."

"It was like going through therapy all over again. But better, with you... I didn't care what you did, what mattered was that you came back to listen to me and my nonsense...I liked it that way. That's why yesterday, I...."

You leaned into his side, your head falling gently onto his shoulder, your fingers intertwined on your lap. Garou uncrossed his arms, stretching and coyly placing one around you.

"Ya' wouldn't mind if I asked for a tomato, would ya'?"

"Of course not! Let me get you one..."

"No, ya' ain't gettin' it. I want one today..."

He sat up straight, gazing deep into your sparkling eyes, hand grasping yours to keep you from moving any farther.

"Tomorrow and...forever. Now do ya' get it? I wanna listen to you jabber on about how some stupid anime character can't beat another one, or how the ugly store guy gave ya' extra money for yer' plants. I liked it that way too..."

He rose from his seat on your couch, slithering an arm around your waist and inching closer to your face, noses brushing tenderly against one another.

"I'll give you all of the tomatoes I have...forever."

With that, the two of you sealed your lips in an act of pure passion. The kiss was innocent and sweet, and it left a warm feeling burning in your chest.

"You should see the look on yer' face."

Garou whispered and you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck, fondly eyeing his features.

"Do you want a tomato or not?"

Raw sunlight streamed through your large, pristine windows, illuminating the two of you where you stood. If anyone had witnessed the scene, they would surely deem it ethereal. You felt that way and so did he.

"You're blushing, Garou~"

"Sh-shut up and gimme a tomato, woman!"

In a strange little way, you matched each other, supported one another and existed together, through your highs and lows, through his ups and downs. Suddenly, everything was brighter and easier. You went back to school, working hard, having the courage to do anything you wanted.

Garou found a resolve as well, he left for sometime, but returned to you in one piece, took up a job and continued living. This was not how you had imagined your future to be, but it was this situation that gave you a reason to finally live life the right way. You finally felt happy to be free. And that was more than enough for you. Garou was here, and you were right there with him.

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The fluff at the end BLEHHH too sweet for me. Also, I feel like the ending is so rushed??? Sorry this took months to finish. I was stuck in a prison known as math and had no way of escaping. Hope you enjoyed!

#garou x reader #garouxreader #garou the hero hunter #garouonepunchman #garou #opm garou #garou x fem reader #female pronouns #female reader #pls let me know if i need to tag anything else

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mvmmoney · 3 years

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ﾟ･:*｡(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*)~｡*:･ﾟ happy birthday to my boy!!!

i wrote a fluffy, steamy, firey birthday story to celebrate (..good times, c'mon!) come one come all levi stans — happy leviaday ♡

🔞 if under eighteen 🔞 do not interact 🔞

tw: 18+ sexy sexy time, MC dominant, vaguely femMC (they/them pronouns)

"No way!! You got me the new TSL chapters!! Those aren't supposed to be out for another week!!” Levi was grateful MC had asked him to open their present alone with each other in his room, this way they could fan over the new book in peace, free of ridicule from his other brothers. “Thank you, MC!” he beamed, grabbing MC into a hug before he even realized it. He pulled away a bit stiff, “I, uh, really really like it,” Levi tapped the book to his head, then held it to this chest, unsure of what to do with the arms he was suddenly very aware he had. MC knelt to the floor and invited him to kneel with them, eyes not meeting his which he found curious, “Sit down with me, Levi, let’s read the first few pages together.” MC was in a dress that highlighted their figure, Levi tried his best not to notice, but the silhouette of them was very, very distracting. He cleared his throat as he opened the book to the first page, making sure his voice was steady as he began to read.

“And that’s the first chapter! What do you think, MC?....MC?” There was a long pause, he looked up to MC only to notice they weren’t looking at him, but focusing intently on the ground. Then, as if they could read his mind, MC looked up at Levi, sending a sort of exciting kind of jolt through him when their eyes met.

MC’s eyes were sharp and intense, not leaving Levi's as they moved closer to him. He sat up right straight and moved his hands to his sides, inadvertently making way for MC's knees to straddle him beneath them. Now slightly taller than Levi, MC cupped his face with both hands, eyes on fire.

"There's another gift I wanted to give you," their faces only inches apart, he could feel MC's breath on the bridge of his nose. "If that was okay with you."

A burning feeling was making its way through Levi's body, suddenly intense all around the middle of him. He was sure his face was blushing, betraying the cool facade he had worked so hard to keep around MC. He didn't care.

He gulped, "Y-yeah, what—" Levi cleared his throat, though it had little impact on the clear cautiousness in his voice, "—that's fine with me." He nodded, eyes still diving deep into MC's. He had known they were beautiful before, but there was a light burning in them tonight that was only ever hinted at before, and now it was devouring him.

MC took in a breath, and leaned into his lips, closing their eyes as contact was made. His lips were soft and full. MC slid a hand from his cheek up to his hair, intertwining their fingers with the lush blue strands. His arms, acting on instincts he was not familiar with, wrapped around MC, bringing them in closer than they already were. Their lips danced against each other, slowly at first, then partying gently letting MC's tongue meet Levi's. Heartbeats started to pound faster, each sure the other could hear it. Levi felt a pinch on his bottom lip and watched as MC pulled away slightly, his lip gripped delicately between their teeth before they let go.

"Take off my dress, Levi." He did as he was told, ripping the dress off of MC's body, literally. Levi exhaled as he took in MC before him. Perfect, everything about them was perfect. And here they were. Straddling him, his hands seemingly free to roam, fully naked on his birthday. His head was spinning.

MC lifted his face by his chin, one eyebrow cocked. "I'll get you another one off Akuzon." He half smiled, hoping he was not in too much trouble, but they only dropped their hand and smiled. "Strip."

Levi again complied, painfully taking his hands off of MC and pulling his shirt over his head. MC's hands were warm against his skin, they we're wrapping themselves around him again, "Let me help you," MC said as they went in for another round kisses. This time their hands slid themselves over Levi's body, starting on his neck and down his torso, finally reaching the button on his jeans. Meeting no resistance, MC undid the top button and unzipped the zipper, already feeling a bulge against their hand as they did so.

Levi came through his fog of desire for a minute. "W-wait," he said between gasps for air when their lips parted, "brothers, my brothers. They could come knocking any second, or worse, Mammon might just break my door down!" MC pulled away, a coy smile on her lips as they started to tug at Levi's jeans, "I mean it! T-they could—" A finger was put to his lips, "I've taken care of it, no one will bother us," their smile even bigger now, "You're mine for the night, Levi. Up on the bed."

His pants were shimmied off, leaving him in his boxer briefs and nothing else. He obeyed his demand and raised himself from the floor to the middle of the bed. MC mimicked his movement, in front of him once more. They leaned in close to his lips, close enough to kiss them again but stopped short. They whispered, "Lay back," and shoved him down. Levi reached his hands up to indulge in the beauty straddling above him, but his hands were smacked away. "No touching, not yet." MC began kissing his chest, their soft lips leaving little puddles of electricity wherever they touched. They worked their way lower and lower, to the bulge still sitting in his boxers. MC's fingers crawled into the inside band of his shorts & pulled them down, leaving Levi exposed with a sudden stand to attention. He sucked in a sharp breath as MC took him into their mouth. They took the tip of him first, running their tongue over his head before taking him deeper down their throat. He could feel his toes curling and his fists clenching as MC bobbed up and down with intense pacing. He let out a soft moan, then another followed by a small, "Fuck." This only seemed to excite MC more, them humming back "Mhmm," their vocal chords vibrating against him. He shuddered. MC took him out of their mouth and slapped him against their cheek, "How is that, birthday boy?" His cheeks were hot, blood pumping heavy in his ears and his member in MC's hands. "So good, s-so good. Please, please keep going." MC smiled, and took him again. They licked and squeezed to their hearts content before crawling on top of Levi once more, this time letting his hands reach onto their chest. MC whimpered as they felt him roll their nipple between his fingers.

"Do you want to fuck me, Levi?"

He let his fingers trail down to MC's hips, "Yes," was all he could manage.

"I could let you inside me, on some conditions," there was that smile again, the smile MC only had for him when they were in control like this. The power corrupting anything holy in the space between them, something that got both of their adrenaline pumping. MC’s voice was low and steady, confident, "On the condition that you fuck me hard," they reached a hand down around his hard cock, bringing it close to their entry, "and deep," they were rubbing him against them now, him getting slick with MC's juices, "and until I can hardly take it anymore." Levi himself felt like he could hardly take it anymore. Everything inside of him felt like it was on fire, exploding with lust and desire and longing. His head was spinning and clear all at once, his mouth ached to be on MC, other parts of him ached to be inside them. "Can you promise me all of that, Leviathan? Can you fuck me just like that?" He nodded his head, "Yes, yes, whatever you want, I'm yours, I'll do—" Levi's breath shuddered as MC lowered themselves onto him, him finding them warm and welcoming inside. It sent a volt through him that he couldn't control. His grabbed MC's hips and began to roll them over him, every single one of his senses heightened and in ecstasy.

In a single swoop, he wrapped his arms around MC and had them beneath him without breaking their hips rhythm against each other. Their eyes met, saying everything the other needed to know. Levi wanted MC, MC wanted Levi and there was nothing else in the world aside from them and this bed and this moment. They kissed with passion, moaning into each other's mouths as Levi pushed himself deep into MC. He slid out only to slam back into them, MC arching their back in pleasure. Levi grunted as he repeated the motion, changing his pace every so often, feeling the slow buildup within him. His hands intertwined with MC's, pushing them above their head into the pillows, their foreheads against one another, panting in unison.

They rolled around each other in a dance only they knew the steps to. Skin against skin, their sweat mixing with each other's as they got more and more intense. Levi had scratches on his back and chest, MC had visible bite marks on their neck and swollen lips. Marks from a battle they both were currently reigning victorious. "Levi I'm going to, I-I'm going to," they grabbed his face, panting as they looked into his eyes above them. He had both of their legs hoisted up in the inside of his elbows, eyes the eyes of a mad man in love, drunk in sin. MC quivered, feeling their own buildup about to release. "Do it with me, Levi, cum with me birthday boy, p-please...Levi..." their voice was sultry and pleading, "I'm so close, you have me s-so close...please, now, n-now, oh–f-f-FUCK!" Levi felt MC contract around him, his signal to release as well, doing so like the good boy he was. Every sensation exploded in a matter of seconds and continued firing for what seemed like a moment looped in time forever.

They fell into each other's embrace as they tried to steady their staggered breath. Euphoria was in the air as the world recreated itself around them. MC seemingly able to move their limbs first, wrapped around Levi, him still collapsed on top of and inside them. "Happy birthday, Levi," they giggled into his ear, kissing him gently. He chuckled, him not wanting to lift his chest from theirs. "Best birthday yet," he grinned, eyes closed. Neither of them moved for awhile, falling asleep in each other's arms, belonging to each other the rest of the night.

#look yall.........the levi feels are off the rails okay #i mean it i am SIMPIN and simpin hard folks - i had a scene in my head and here it is #happy birthday to my boy <3 <3 #obey me!#obey me #obey me! leviathan #leviathan #leviathan x mc #omswd levi #omswd #is this longer than i thought it was going to be? YES but we're all just going to have to be okay with that #*

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kingofhearts709 · 3 years

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Bill and Ted do a scary movie marathon but then cant sleep

hello yes its no surprise that my first thought was nightmare on elm street so we're going with a 5 movie marathon of THAT up to the 1989 film HAHA 🤙 hope you enjoy!!

A/N: there are some very vague spoilers for the nightmare on elm street series (i mean like VAGUE) and also uhh small warning for like mentions of the slashing in the films?? its NOES i mean 🤷

this came out very kinda cute and idk if that's what you wanted but it's what my brain created 🎸

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Bill and Ted have never done very well with especially scary movies.

Of course, they could handle one by itself, so long as it's followed up by something else lighthearted and definitely not The Texas Chainsaw Massacre.

However, the newest A Nightmare On Elm Street was supposed to be coming out soon, and it was Bill's brightest of ideas that they marathon the first five in preparation for the plotline. The last thing Bill remembered happening, vaguely, is an unborn baby and something about a nun. Ted hardly remembered the first one.

Hence, the marathon.

"Dude, we're totally gonna dominate this horror marathon," Bill said as he started busting out the VHS box set, laying them side by side so he wouldn't forget what order they had to watch them in. "I highly doubt that we, as mature adults of modern society, will cower in the face of Freddy Krueger." Bill looked up to see Ted's face scrunched with pension, and immediately started to back away from the whole thing entirely, putting the first movie back down.

"I just...," Ted huffed where he was slumped on their couch, and whipped his head up to look at Bill. "Remember when we saw the first one in the theatre and screamed so loud that the attendant dude had to escort us out?"

"Yeah..." Bill remembered the memory well. They totally missed out on the ending of that movie the first time. Bill shook his head, "But Ted, that was, like, seven years ago. We've totally grown up! I'm sure that it'll be a most excellent experience."

Ted could hear the hope in Bill's voice, so he gave a small huff and a firm, brave nod for Bill to put the tape in. Bill pumped his fist as he inserted the tape, jumping back up onto the couch next to Ted and nearly knocking their popcorn bowl over. Bill suggested they start the marathon around five, considering they were about to embark upon nearly eight hours of monster movie magic. The two had already spent the afternoon together making sure they had easy meals for when they got hungry later.

Ted had almost wished they didn't need the marathon as an excuse to do so, but of course, it was quickly a thought to be pushed to the back of his head.

The opening sequence of the first film began, and soon enough, both Bill's and Ted's eyes were laser-trained on the small TV, Ted giving a jump at any scare and Bill giving a gasp at any gore.

They managed okay through the first one. "The first one's never the scariest, dude," Bill said with forced confidence, though Ted could clearly see him shivering as he set up the next tape. He was shivering too, and he kind of wished Bill would sit closer to him, just to make sure he was actually there, and it all wasn't a dream where Freddy was about to slash open his insides at the last second.

They pushed their way through the second and the third without moving from the couch, and Ted finally chanced a glance over at Bill as soon as the credits started rolling.

Bill was visibly shaking, in a way that made Ted wonder if he was having some sort of horror-induced seizure.

"Dude," Ted said quietly, and Bill blinked as he let out a deep breath and looked over at Ted. "Are you okay?" Bill swallowed as he nodded.

"I'm totally cool, duder," he said assuredly, though his face didn't say the same. "Uh... Snack break?"

"Yeah, dude, definitely." Ted looked up and over at their wall clock to see it was almost ten at night, and they hadn't eaten a single mouthful of anything since their popcorn. "I'm egregiously starved."

Bill nodded as he stood up before stopping completely in his tracks.

"Dude," he said, quiet. "I have a most terrible feeling." Ted swallowed thickly as he watched Bill turn away.

"Dude, whatever joke you're about to pull, I swear, I'll punch you," Ted warned immediately. "Don't."

"Dude, it isn't a joke, I think-" Bill suddenly whipped his body around towards Ted and Ted let out a loud scream as he cowered away from Bill's figure. Bill let out a relieved sigh and Ted slowly uncovered his face to see Bill rubbing at his back. "I twisted my back, dude."

"Oh," Ted breathed out. He shook his head, "Dude, I totally thought you were about to Krueger me." Bill looked at him for a long moment before he started to laugh, and Ted couldn't help but join in.

The thought was so ridiculous, of course, but Ted could never be too sure with the things he'd experienced in life.

"C'mon, Ted, let's eat dinner," Bill huffed as he stretched out a little more before heading to the kitchen to heat up their pre-made spaghetti. Bill returned five minutes later with two bowls of noodles and two forks, passing one into Ted's lap and setting the other on top of the TV before reaching for the next tape.

"Bill, dude, already?" Ted said as Bill slid out the tape and inserted the next (he'd have to remind himself to rewind them all later the next day).

"Ted, the sooner we get through them, the sooner we can be done," Bill reasoned as the fourth movie began, grabbing his bowl and sliding back onto the couch, this time within Ted's immediate reach. Whether or not it was intentional was beyond either of them.

"You make it sound heinous," Ted mumbled, though his eyes were already studying the screen with apt attention.

"Sometimes, my friend, you have to suffer to enjoy masterpieces," Bill mumbled back, mindlessly twirling his spaghetti in the bowl without picking it up.

The fourth movie ended more abruptly than either of them expected, with only half of each of their bowls eaten. Bill blinked into the suddenly eerie and dark room as he abandoned his bowl and fork and dove for the TV to stop the tape. The room went suddenly quiet and Ted didn't dare move.

"One more," Bill whispered despite the fact that they were the only ones there, and Ted listened to Bill insert the fifth and final tape.

"Dude," Ted pleaded, unsure what he was pleading for. Probably for Bill to finish and get back up on the couch so Ted didn't throw himself in a full-fledged panic. They'd already come so far and they weren't about to give up now, but it would help immensely if he weren't alone.

Bill jumped back up onto the couch, thigh to thigh with Ted as the last opening sequence of the night played in their dark living room at nearly midnight.

Bill's closeness was more distracting than ever, Ted almost missing the best and most heinously gorey pieces of the film every time Bill tensed up and shook against him. He's sure he'd been doing the same thing, though Bill didn't seem at all affected by it.

It was strange how fear seemed to literally bring them closer together, and it almost made Ted laugh at the thought that Freddy Krueger could possibly be some kind of ingenious cupid, creating connection through collective terrorising.

However, as he listened to the children sing Freddy's rhyme at the end of the movie, he thought better of that notion because Bill was hiding his face in his shoulder, and he was pretty sure no cupid would do such a thing as to make his best friend cry.

"Bill, dude, you're shaking," Ted whispered quietly. "The movie's over." Bill breathed in as he lifted his head to look at the TV, relieved to see that it was over. He subtly began to wipe at his eyes, and it amazed Ted how this had all been Bill's idea, and yet he was the one most terrified.

"Ted, I do believe," Bill began, doing his best to puff up his chest, "that we are truly the most bravest of all the brave." Ted smiled as he nodded. He would've made fun of Bill for getting scared were it not for the own lingering terror he was still feeling.

"Bill, we are most definitely two of the bravest men alive," Ted agreed with a nod. He paused for a second before adding, "Next time, though, maybe we should just see the new movie by itself."

It took a moment before Bill nodded, and they both collectively said, "Agreed."

Ted did the liberty of turning the lights back on and throwing out their half-eaten dinners, Bill putting the tape pile aside for rewinding later. They both finished and met up at their bedroom door before nodding and heading to their respective beds.

It was quiet as they slipped underneath their sheets, Ted reaching and turning off the bedside lamp, shrouding them both in darkness. Ted could hear Bill's unsteady breathing from the other side of the room, large breaths in and out like he was having trouble calming down.

Ted was having a similar issue, wincing every time he tried to close his eyes and seeing gruesome scenes from the movies behind the lids. He did his best to think about other, less Krueger-y things, but ultimately, it seemed like even through film, Freddy seemed to have a hold on both of them.

After nearly a whole hour of heavy breathing and occasional wincing, Ted finally spoke up, "Dude, I totally can't sleep."

"Yeah, me neither," Bill said instantly, taking another deep breath. "I keep thinking that Freddy dude is gonna get me as soon as I fall asleep."

"Dude, me too." Ted huffed. "You think if we fell asleep at the same time, we'd have the same dream? That way if he does end up coming after us, at least we'll be together."

"Ted, that's total bogus," Bill groaned, rolling over to look at Ted. "He isn't real."

"Yeah, but our brains think he totally is," Ted countered. "So, if we trick our brains into thinking he can't fight the both of us at once, maybe we'll get some sleep." A long silence seemed to stretch before Bill let out a snort, and Ted let one out right after. "Yeah, dude, that's definitely not how it works."

"Nah, dude," Bill laughed. "But your idea would be most outrageously correct within the Elm Street universe." Ted laughed as he watched Bill shake with his own in the darkness.

"Let's try to sleep, Bill," Ted said when the chuckles died down, and he tried to shut his eyes. The images still flashed, however, and he had to open his eyes again. Bill was still staring at him. "Dude, this is most non-triumphant."

"...Hey, Ted," Bill spoke up, voice nervous, and Ted gave him his undivided attention. "D'you... Like, would it be okay if-"

"-we shared the bed?" Ted finished the thought, and Bill let out a barely visible grin. "Yeah, dude."

Since Bill had the bigger blanket of the two of them, Ted was the one to climb under Bill's covers and lay down inches from his face. Somehow, this was far better than sleeping ten feet away from him. This way, Ted could feel him and make sure he was there.

"Hey, dude," Ted said, breath hot against Bill's face, and he managed a smile.

"Thanks, Ted," he found himself saying, and Ted furrowed his brows.

"For what, dude?"

"I would've never gotten through five of the most egregiously gorey and triumphantly horrific movies in cinema without you."

Ted laughed as he hid his face in Bill's chest, and Bill found himself holding him as he did so, until they were just lying there, together.

"And we'll get through the new one together, too," Ted mumbled into Bill, whose breathing had finally gone steady.

This time when he closed his eyes, he didn't catch the flashing images of Freddy Krueger. Instead, he saw the flashing images of Bill and his grin that said there was no way Freddy Krueger could ever best the both of them as long as they were together.

#the king speaks #the king writes #bill and ted #bill s. preston esq.#ted theodore logan #bnt #a nightmare on elm street #freddy krueger #billandted

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rockthingsbymeg · 4 years

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Rocket Queen

Pairing: Slash / Saul Hudson x reader

Info: Smut; 3568 words;

Summary: Axl decides that Rocket Queen is missing something, so he turns to Y/N and Slash for help.

A/N: Hey angels. New fic for you guys while I work on the requests <3 I’m still deeply sorry for taking so long. Anyways, enjoy it <3

It was seven p.m. when Y/N's phone rang. With nothing on her body and an annoyed huff, she made her way to it.

"Hello?" She asked, voice as polite as she could muster.

"Hey, babe." Slash's voice came from the other end, putting an immediate smile to her lips "How was work? " He asked. Something told her he wanted to ask her favor. He usually didn't ask about work unless she appeared too pissed or tired. Or unless he wanted to make some talk instead of asking for something right out of the bat.

"Boss was a pain in the ass. Just the usual." She shrugged, fully aware he couldn't see, leaning against the wall. "How's recording going?" She asked, referring to the first album Guns N' Roses were recording.

"All good so far. It's starting to sound really good." She smiled at the proud tone in his voice. "About that, I wanted to ask you something. You busy? "

"Was gonna take a shower, but go ahead." She grinned, always right about these things.

Slash made an appreciative hum at the back of his throat in the other end. "That means you're fully naked, talking to me on the phone in the middle of your house? " He said, a smirk evident in his voice.

"Is that what you were gonna ask?" She had a smirk of her own while speaking, rolling her eyes at the question.

"Well, no, but are you? " He asked again, receiving a chuckle from her. "Okay, since you won't answer, the guys, well mostly Axl and I, wanted to know if you're willing to give us some help with a song? "

Her brows furrowed. She had no musical talent whatsoever, how could she be of any help? "Sure, want me to go there today?" She asked anyways. They would have their reasons to ask for her help.

"Yeah, that'd be great."

"Can I ask what exactly do you need help with? You know I can't sing or play even if my life depended on it." She questioned, earning herself a laugh from Slash.

"You're overreacting, I told you already, you would be amazing at drumming if you practiced daily. Anyways, I'll tell you what we need when you get here." Slash answered, which made her even more curious.

"Okay, then... I'm gonna shower, I shouldn't take lon-" She was interrupted by him.

"You'll shower after you help us out. If you want to, of course."

"And why can't I shower now?" She asked, eyebrow raised in a questioning and confused manner.

"'Cause you'll need to shower again after. It doesn't make sense showering if you're gonna get sweaty not even one hour later." He explained as if it was obvious.

What the fuck? "Okay..." She trailed off, deciding that questioning him wouldn't answer much more of her questions. "I'll be there in ten."

"Thank you, Y/N. Love you."

"Love you too." She said and hang up.

She went back into her room and put some random clothes on. She was not about to put her work clothes on again, even if she was sweaty.

[...]

During the walk to the studio the band was recording in, she racked her head trying to think of anything that she could do to help the band in a song, and that would get her sweaty. She came up with nothing.

After a ten minute walk, she was already by the doors of the building, finding Slash waiting by them with his sunglasses on and a cigarette dangling from his lips. His rings, earrings, necklaces, and bracelets all shone under the golden light of the sunset, and she smiled at the look of him.

"Hey." She looked up at him when she finally reached the doors.

Slash smiled down at her, pulled the cigarette from his lips, and gave her a kiss that stole her breath away in one swift motion. His hands were holding her by the hips, though his free one ventured a little lower and stopped on the top of her ass.

When he pulled back, Y/N swallowed dryly, already feeling her insides turn and burn, and her eyelids drop with a little bit of lust. Slash chuckled at her state. "What do you need my help for then?" She asked, voice not that much above a whisper.

Slash tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I'll let Axl explain it to you. It was his idea, I just said you'd probably be okay with helping." He smoked the last of his cigarette and then tossed it away. "C'mon."

He began to lead her to the room the guys were in. Steven and Duff were sitting together on a couch, drinking and chatting, while Izzy and Axl did the same, but in some chairs near the panel.

"Hi, Y/N!" Steven noticed them as soon as they walked in, his big smile plastered to his face.

The guy's really cute. "Hey, Stevie." She greeted back, a smile on her lips as well.

"Hey." Axl smiled her way, getting up from the chair and walking over to Slash and Y/N.

"I thought you should explain it to her. 't was your idea after all." Slash said, pulling her to his front and then hugging her from behind, lips resting dangerously close to her sweet spot.

Axl smirked, leaning against the wall. "I wrote this song, Rocket Queen, and we've recorded most of it, but something's missing. It doesn't sound just right..." He started, and Y/N still couldn't see how she could be of help.

"Okay..." Y/N said, still confused.

"So, I want you to let us use your moans on the song." Axl explained, like had just asked if he could borrow her shirt or some shit.

Y/N was silent for a few seconds. "What the actual fuck is going on inside your head Rose?" She asked, looking at him in disbelief.

Slash snickered behind her. "Don't ask that, there's a lot to work out in there." He said, and Axl rolled his eyes at the both of them. Slash began pressing kisses on her sweet spot. "But will you do it or not?"

Axl was looking at her again. "It's cool if you don't wanna do it. No hard feelings or any shit-"

"I'll do it." She shrugged.

Axl smirked victoriously, and Slash looked down at her, a bit surprised. "I thought it would take a bit more to convince you..." Slash began, eyes narrowing. "Do you have a voyeurism kink we haven't discussed or...?"

Axl laughed. "Maybe." Y/N smirked, turning on his grip, facing him and lacing her arms around his neck. "But mainly, I'm just horny and have a tendency to do stupid shit." She chuckled and kissed him.

"The booth is all set up already. I'll get things going on this side. and you just make sure you get the best moans out." Axl said, walking to the control panels.

"Like I don't do that every time..." Slash rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand, pulling her into the booth.

Y/N wasn't sure if the guys knew exactly what was going to happen, but it was not like they were going to be watching or like they haven't heard them before. She was still a bit nervous though, even if she was trying to hide it.

Once the door was closed, they were alone inside the booth. It had its lights dimmed and a questionable-looking mattress on the floor, with a microphone close to it. Slash pulled her close to his body again and cupped her face with both hands, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"You sure you're okay with this? We can always just get the guys to fuck some random chick..." He looked into her eyes, his hair creating a small shield around the sides of their faces as he was leaning down to look at her.

"I'm okay, really." She smiled reassuringly. "But why me? Why didn't you get a random groupie to do it in the first place?" She asked, a bit curious.

"I suggested it as a joke, and Axl said your moans were actually ideal for the song." Slash explained, sliding his hands down her body and to her ass.

"Why?"

"I don't know." Slash shrugged dismissively. "He said why, but I started to daydream about fucking you and didn't exactly pay attention to him..." He smirked, kissing her.

Y/N let out a small chuckle before allowing herself to get lost in the kiss. Slash was a great kisser, and everyone could tell that just by looking at his lips, but there was a gap between imagining what it felt like to kiss him and actually doing it. Y/N was just glad they had closed the gap a long time ago because she couldn't fantom living in a world where his hands weren't securely pulling their bodies together as his lips moved just the right amount of slow, and lazy mixed with a certain dominance that never seemed to leave him.

He knew the right things to do to have her knees buckling in a matter of seconds. He knew when to let his tongue slip inside her mouth and how to move it to have her whining, he knew when to slightly pull back only to immediately dive back in so Y/N would be kept on edge and, he also knew when to let out a low grunt or moan or whatever sound of appreciation he chose to have her hands flying to his hair and holding on for dear life...

His hands squeezed the flesh of her ass before the right one slid down her thigh and hooked her leg around his hip, letting him ground his bulge against her core.

"Slash..." She whined, supporting herself on his shoulders and grinding down harder.

Slash hummed as his lips began to move across her neck. "Think you can not moan my name? It's not that I don't want you to, it's just that it would make it easier to get the moans good for the song..."

Y/N whined, voice shaky. "I want everyone to know who fucks me good, Slash. Want the fucking world to know about how amazing you are to me..." She said, pulling away from him and looking into his eyes.

Slash smirked. "You have a serious voyeurism kink." He chuckled as she hid her face against him. "Don't go all shy on me now, we'll discuss this later, sweetheart." He said cheekily, swatting playfully at her ass.

Y/N was still blushing when she looked back at him. "I like when people know I'm yours... makes me feel great." She smiled shyly.

Slash's smirk widened. "Voyeurism, dominance... You're a fucking wet dream, baby." He kissed her one last time before lowering her leg. "Let's get you all set before Axl-" He began to motion at the mattress when the singer's voice echoed in the room.

"Tape's going to roll in ten seconds. Whenever you're ready."

Y/N sat down on the mattress and quickly removed her shirt and bra. Slash copied her and threw his own tee way, joining her while laying down. He kissed her again before moving down her body to her breasts, keeping his mouth occupied with one of them while one hand supported himself, and the other began to tease her over her jeans.

Y/N wasn't exactly a very vocal person unless the pleasure was overwhelming, which Slash always intended it to be, but he was not about to rush things just because the others were waiting. His girl was very important to him, thank you very much, and she'd get fucked the way she deserved.

That didn't mean, though, that he was going to tease like he usually did. Which Y/N quickly realized and both thanked and cursed for.

She was letting out dragged out hums of pleasure as Slash kept on nibbling and sucking on her nipples and his hand kept applying more pressure in the exact spot where her clit was.

His mouth then changed to the other nipple, and his hand began to wander near the button of her jeans. He undid them and pulled them down, only to find out she was not wearing any underwear.

Why did she wear a bra but not panties? Who knows, but Slash was not going to complain.

After he felt like both nipples were equally red and hard, his mouth began to move even lower. He left soft, wet kisses wherever he laid his lips on, and just so Y/N wouldn't go without any kind of teasing, because Slash was probably the biggest tease she'd ever met, he stopped on her waist, sucking hickeys and nipping.

Y/N whined above him, supporting herself up on her elbows and then thrusting her hips, silently begging him.

On any other occasion, he would have made her beg. He would have made her beg until she was on the verge of tears because he knew how much she loved it, despite always complaining about it. But it would be easier for them to put the moans in the song if they weren't actual words, so he just gave in and licked a long stripe from her entrance to her clit.

"Fuck..." Y/N moaned lowly, letting her head fall back on the mattress.

He kept on giving those long, dragged out licks while his hands hooked around her thighs and held her firmly. When she seemed like she was absorbed in whatever pleasure she was getting, relaxed, and biting her lower lip, Slash allowed his tongue to slip inside her while his nose firmly pressed against her clit.

A loud moan left her this time, and he was determined to keep them coming as long as he could before she cummed, so he began to eat her out like a starved man, careful enough not to stimulate her clit to the point that would make her cum.

Her moans came high in pitch, each of them punching the air out of her lungs until her hands flew to his hair and held out to it, silently begging for mercy, silently begging for more.

The sounds coming from between her legs as Slash hummed against her and ate her out were lewd, to say the least, and it had her cheeks flushing to think the guys could probably hear some of it. The embarrassment she felt though, instead of being a turn-off, was a major turn-on, that made her cheeks blush even more, and her moans become whinier.

She felt her walls clenching harder and knew Slash could feel it in his tongue. He began to moan a bit louder against her, not enough to be totally heard by the microphone, and the vibrations had her moaning louder, her eyes looking down at his, only to find him giving her his bedroom eyes.

They kept their gaze locked as one of Slash's hands left her thigh and moved to replace his tongue. The rough pads of his fingers quickly found her sweet spot and began massaging it, causing her moans to get louder.

They both knew she was getting close to the edge. They could feel her clenching, and while Y/N felt her insides burn harder and harder, Slash knew by the way her moans were more frequent but shorter with low pleases slipping in the middle.

He sped up his fingers and used his teeth to softly nibble on her clit until her moans turned into a long, drawn-out one with her hips thrusting wildly and her hands groping her own breasts. He gradually slowed down to a stop when she whined brokenly from the overstimulation.

He pulled away from her with a kiss to the inside of each thigh and sat up, undoing his pants while she used the moment of peace to regain her breath, slight whimpers from the aftershocks pouring out from her lips.

Once his pants were off, he kissed her before flipping her over, causing a giggle to roll out of her mouth as she adjusted her knees to the most comfortable position she could. Her upper half was on the mattress to avoid tiring her arms, but her ass was high, fully on display for Slash to fully palm and smooth his hands over.

He moved the tip of his cock between her folds before pushing in with one swift, hard thrust that had a slightly embarrassing moan tumbling off her lips without any control from her part.

"That's it, baby... Like the good whore you are..." Slash muttered softly, head thrown back, relishing in the feeling of her walls clenching even harder down on him with the extra sensitivity.

His pace began slow but hard, hitting her g-spot with accurate precision, causing lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin to echo in the room. It was captured by the microphone, of course it was, but it would be moslty drawn out by the breathy yet loud moans she was letting out.

It wasn't going to take long to have her cumming again, and both of them knew that. With the tip of his cock hitting just the right place, his hands holding her hips in a bruising grip and the sound of his groans filling her ears... everything was just right. Of course, the previous orgasm also helped quite a lot.

"Saul..." She moaned aloud, one of her hands reaching out for his.

She shouldn't moan his name, but what the hell...

Slash, also getting closer to his climax, leaned down on her and began to kiss her neck, thrusts harder and a bit sloppier.

"Guys, we're good for the song, so we're going to stop recording now," Axl's voice echoed in the room, scaring both of them. "But feel free to finish, of course." He laughed, before the room went quiet again.

Slash's moves -that had slowed down in order to listen to the singer- were back on full force knocking the air out of her lungs. One of his hands moved to her front and down her body until he reached her clit, rubbing quick, hard circles on it.

"Fuck baby... Please don't stop..." Y/N moaned, moving her hips to meet his thrusts. "I'm cumming-"

"Fuck! " Slash groaned loudly against her skin as he cummed inside her. He usually waited until she'd come at least twice before cumming, but this orgasm hit him like a freight train, completely knocking the air out of him.

"Saul! " Y/N cried out as she felt his cum fill her up, sending her over the edge.

Slash rode their orgasms together, making sure she was fully done before pulling out and laying by her side, letting her curl up with her head on his chest.

"That was so hot..." Duff's voice came in. "Seriously, best sex I've ever heard."

"You've heard a lot of sex?" Y/N said into the mic, laughing. "Dude, that's weird, not to mention creepy..."

"Shut up and take the compliment."

Both Slash and her laughed while he pushed the mic away from them. He kissed her on the lips before getting up and putting his clothes back on.

"Where are you going?" She asked with a pout, stretching out.

"Talk about the song and get something to clean you up. Back in a sec'." He said, leaving the recording booth and leaving her alone.

Y/N cursed herself for not bringing panties and started to put on her bra and her shirt. Just as promised, Slash came back in a second with a towel in his hand and a bottle of Jack, handing her both.

She drank a little and then cleaned herself up as much as possible, pulling up her pants.

"Should have brought underwear..." She mumbled lowly, pulling her hair up in a ponytail.

Slash smiled at her and pulled her in for a kiss before picking up the bottle and guiding her back to the room where the band was.

Once she was inside, Duff was on his feet, clapping at her. "Bravo!" He said in a mocking accent.

"Shut up!" Slash laughed, flipping him off. "Going to fit in like you thought?" He asked Axl, who was looking at them with a smirk.

"Going to be perfect. Thank you for accepting this, Y/N." He smiled at the girl.

"Not a problem." She smirked, turning back to Slash. "I'm gonna head home and take a shower." She kissed him on the lips, tugging lightly at one of his curls just for fun. "Love you."

"I'm just going to finish this, then I'll head there. Love you too." He smiled, letting her go.

[...]

Y/N was on her couch, drinking a bottle of vodka while watching television when Slash came. He made his way to her at sat down on the couch as well, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"The song sounds amazing, partially thanks to you, baby." He smiled proudly as she laughed.

"Of course you'd say that..."

"I mean it. You always sound really hot." He stated, taking a sip from her drink. "Gonna fuck you to the sound of it as soon as I get the chance." He whispered in her ear, tugging at it lightly with his teeth.

Y/N laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek before they both settled in a comfortable silence.

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aineirisha · 4 years

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What I confessed while daydreaming

THE MEETING

He started paying you visits more often, especially after hard missions or bad days.

He would take a night walk and end up on your tree branch with a not admitted hope of finding you there. Some nights he did, some nights he didn't. Most of the time you were either cooking, reading, or dancing. Usually dancing while cooking.

It became his guilty pleasure. He'd sit on the branch and watch you enjoy whatever activity you were doing, letting that feeling of lightness brush over his much-wounded heart. He once caught you sleeping on the couch so peacefully it made him envious but at the same time, it was like he could feel that same peace. He stayed there for hours.

That night you were playing the duduk you brought from home. He heard the music before getting on his usual branch already pleased with the sound. He was even more pleased when he discovered it was you playing. He stayed there letting himself be carried away by the notes and closed his eyes. It was like listening to the wind blowing through the mountains and the cup of the trees.

And there it was, that same chakra again. Spying on you from the same branch as always. It had almost become a routine at that point and you tried to keep it cool ever since you figured you were being watched over. You didn't want to give the Hokage any reasons to think wrong of you, but it started making you feel a little (annoyed) uncomfortable, it was your privacy after all. You lowered your chakra as much as you could to make it imperceptible, left the duduk on the couch, and got out of your house.

"Instead of spying on me, you should just come in" you said standing next to him on the tree with your arms crossed. You caught Kakashi with his guard down, he opened his eyes and jumped out of fright and embarrassment almost falling off the tree. You stretched your arm to grab his hand and pulled him back to prevent him from falling (not that he needed it, though).

He took off his shoes before coming in, feeling completely awkward.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" you said. He didn't reply, the stupor dominating him. "Want something to eat?" you opened the fridge.

He stared at you, "You can sit down if you like" he stared at your couch. He didn't know what to say. You caught him spying on you. He'd thought he was being careful, turns out he wasn't being careful enough, apparently. What was he supposed to say in this situation?!...

"Sorry" was all he came up with. You smirked and sighed.

"For what? spying on me?" Hearing you say that stung him, he blushed in shame.

Earth please eat me whole!!

How could he be so careless? Him, the copy Nin, getting caught spying on someone. That definitely wouldn't look good on his record. You took your head out of the fridge along with something to eat.

"No worries, I just hoped the Hokage had a little more faith in me, but it's understandable, I guess" So the influence of my power in him hadn't been enough. Great.

He stayed silent trying to get over the shame. You put the plate in the microwave and sat down.

"You are not from here" He concluded, your accent giving you away.

"Nope"

"Where are you from?."

You looked at him suspiciously. You had figured the Hokage would have him informed. But meh, better you telling him whatever you want him to know than him making wrong conclusions. You had nothing to hide.

"Wind country, southern coast". The microwave beeped, you took out the food and offered him. He shook his head.

"What brings you all the way to Konoha?" What the hell, southern wind country? that's like a month away from here!! He was trying to keep it cool on the outside and pretty much succeeding at it but he was really surprised and really confused.

"Adventure" you smiled. He stared at the wall.

...

Kakashi’ brain went on loading mode.

"Wait, Sunagakure isn't south" Nothing was making sense.

"That's 'cause I'm not coming from Sunagakure" you replyed while you fixed your dinner and smiled mischievously.

"Aren't you shinobi?"

"Nope" Well you sure as hell have great control of your chakra. He thought.

"Then what are you doing in a Shinobi village?"

"Learning"

"And the Hokage let you stay here...?" What could you possibly be learning and why the hell are you hanging around in a SHINOBI VILLAGE?!!! Aren't we supposed to have restrictions for outsiders?

"Shouldn't you know?" You were convinced that man right there was spying you under Sarutobi's orders buuuuuut he actually wasn't, and he wasn't getting that you were thinking that, and he was even more confused now, so he just stared at the bookshelf.

His gaze stumbled upon Icha Icha and his thoughts focused on it. He stood up and grabbed the book from the shelf. You laughed ironically. Of course, from all the books I have there, he had to pick THAT one. You rolled your eyes and smirked.

"You like Icha Icha?" he asked.

"I'm liking it, yes" you answered carelessly.

"Mmhh."

"What?"

"Nothing it's just... weird, a girl reading this book"

"Why would it be weird?"

"Girls don't read erotic literature... I guess" He scratched the back of his head and shrunk his shoulders, thinking of all the times he had been called a pervert.

"Who told you that?" you gave him a judging smile.

...

"So, you like erotic literature" He tried to break the awkward silence.

"Not really. I mean... It's not what I usually read but a friend of mine wrote it so I just thought I'd give it a chance, you know."

He didn't pay much attention to your answer, trying to organize his thoughts. So you were an outsider, living there, or so he assumed since he had been spying on you for over a month now. You claimed to be there on... an adventure? to... learn? learn what?... He took his eyes off of Icha Icha and put the book back on the shelf, seeing the other books you had. They were mainly Shinobi theory. History, Chakra, minerals, Jutsus, weapons, combat styles... So you were learning about the Shinobi world... Just like that?!

Who are you and why are you so freely learning about things that are not meant to be of popular knowledge?! Is the Hokage ok with this?!.

He grabbed the book on chakra and browsed through it. It was the book they used at the academy. One of the most basic ones, probably one of the first ones they teach with, even.

You stared at him while you ate. The whole situation seemed a little surreal. You looked at his gloved hands holding the book. He moved with a kind of delicacy that caught your attention. He was delicate but he was also firm. He looked graceful and masculine at the same time. It was very pleasing. You smiled enjoying the sight. He put the book back and turned his head to look at you.

"Sure you don't want anything to eat?" You asked kindly.

"Thanks, I'm fine. Where did you get these books?" He was trying to understand.

"Well, the library" Duh!

"I mean... Why these books?"

"Iruka-sensei gave me a list of what I needed and those were the books" you answered carelessly (again) as if it was obvious.

Sooo... Iruka-san is teaching you things that aren't supposed to be of popular knowledge. Right... What?!? Nothing was making sense and he was just feeling awkward and ashamed. And a little bit worried. He awkwardly stared at you and at the bookshelf back and forth. His brain wasn't really working. How could you be so calmed?!. His paranoia started kicking in. You stared at him (awkwardly) in silence.

...

"Well, it's pretty late. I should go back home. Sorry for the intrusion." You saw him leave your house with... hurry?.

Hell! did I do wrong inviting him in?! What if he tells the Hokage? oh c'mon what's he gonna say to the Hokage? It's not like I said things Hiruzen doesn't know already. But maybe I screwed up. Maybe I shouldn't have been impulsive. Oh gosh! I don't wanna get in trouble. Maybe I should go after him and try to explain, but what am I gonna explain anyways?... CRAP!. You didn't move from your chair, not knowing what to do but still considering your options, thinking about his face. Why does he keep his face covered? And his hands... they seemed soft. Long fingers caressing the pages... Those gloves look good on him...

He closed the door and sighed. What the hell just happened?! Him?! getting caught spying on someone?! His own pride couldn't believe it. Luckily no one was there to see and no one had to find out. He walked back to his apartment trying to understand...

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Ch 1 Ch 3

Masterlist

@spnningtop Here it is :) hope you like it ;)

A/N: This is the begining of a (probably long) fic I have in mind. It mainly follows canon but with a charachter insert and is also the very first thing I ever write so I’m nervous and excited.

Btw the duduk is a music instrument, kind of like a flute. It sounds very beautiful and soothing in case you want to check it out. I imagined her playing something like this (ir goes from 0:40 to 2:10) enjoy :) it is really a piece of art

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