#just cause like. i don’t think i could wear a skirt for a couple hours

[ryoki-ph]

there are like no good boy characters to cosplay why are all the cool ones girls

[pedroshotwifey]

So, yeah, ummm.. hello. I'm not sure how to explain what I'd like to request cause I'm a bit shy and whatever, but I kinda have this need... Bought a skirt the other week, retro, midi, lots of volume, high-waist, a dream! Got so many compliments and I was always a DUFF and I felt confident for like 3 seconds...And then I thought, imagine Javi seeing you in that skirt for the first time, like at a work party or whatever and fucks you while you're wearing that skirt while everyone else is in another room. Like, IMAGINE, how that skirt would bunch up around the waist, and ooof

Long request made short: Why yes, a shy, innocent person here who was never hit on by men that wants to have chair sex with Javi in some janitors closet or whatever.

Is this too much? Feel like it's too much but anyway...18 from prompt list 4.

Bye.

Hey, babe, so sorry this took a while! I actually started working on it a couple of months ago and just got stuck 😅 Anyways, I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted! (Our girl ended up getting fucked over Javi's desk, but hopefully the smut will make up for that oversight on my behalf. If not, I'll gladly write something else for you ♥)

Pairing: Javier Peña x coworker!fem!reader

Tags/warnings: smut, unprotected PIV sex, mentions of fingering, Javi's huge dick™, semi-public sex, anon's skirt™, self-deprecating thoughts, but javi fixes that right up, dirty talk, getting caught (kind of), pet names (baby, hermosa, etc.), stuff I'm probably forgetting

W/C: 2.7k

Summary: You start thinking down on yourself---luckily, Javi's there to lift you back up. Nothing some praise and a good fuck in his office can't fix.

Mini Skirt

You glance at the clock on the wall from where you’ve been perched on your desk, watching the office mingle. You’ve only been at this party for an hour and you’re already getting the urge to leave. You’d thought it was such a good idea at first, but now you just think you’re an idiot. It was all because of that damn skirt. You sigh and glance down at it. Yeah, that’s why. 

It’s fucking gorgeous, you’re not even going to lie. Retro, short as hell, high waisted, fluffed with luscious volume, and the perfect fit. You’d only worn it once before this, but that was before you’d moved and gotten a job with the Colombian DEA. It had given you a boost of confidence unlike any you’d had before, and had gotten you an absurd amount of compliments. Hell, you’d been confident coming in here with it on.

Now you’re thinking that may have had something to do with the fact that you’d known those people for much longer. Or maybe you’re completely delusional, and the skirt really just isn’t that cute. Not on you, at least. Not a single person has approached you yet. It’s a little humiliating if you’re being honest. You’d waved to Steve when you came in with the intention to talk—and probably ask about where you could find his gorgeous partner you’ve been harboring a crush on since you got here—but he pretty much blew you off. 

It had stung a little bit, but you’d shaken it off and kept going in hopes that someone else would pull you into their conversation. How wrong you were to think that. Everyone has ignored you so far. You’re not sure what you did wrong. Maybe people just don’t like you. That realization hurt like a bitch. You thought these people were your friends by the way they’ve acted toward you during weekdays

You only realize your eyes are tearing up when you look up at the clock again and find it blurry. That’s it. You’re out of here. You’ve learned your lesson. You hop off the desk and start making your way to the door, your face heating as self-deprecating thoughts race through your head a million miles a minute. You don’t look at Javi’s office as you pass it just in case he’s in there. Out of everyone here, you don’t want him to see you like this. You’re not dumb, you know the relationship the two of you have is bordering on flirtatious, but this is far too vulnerable of a state for you to be in to be around him right now. 

Yet you still stop when you hear his voice calling your name as you’re pushing the door open. It’s a bodily reaction for you to halt and start to turn. Of course he would spot you the one time you’re wishing he wouldn’t. You turn all the way, watching him as you try to hold your tears in. Hopefully you can play this off right and be on your way. 

“Yes?” you ask. You hear the waver in it, and you can tell Javi does too by the wince he tries to hide. 

“Where are you going?”

You’re almost taken aback. Why does he care? 

“Home,” you say, about to turn and reach for the door again.

“But you’ve only been here for a little while.” You watch as his eyes drop down your body, slowly taking you in. He licks his lips when they land on your skirt, and it makes you squirm.

“You look good,” he tells you, his gaze back on yours. His voice is raspier than it was a minute ago. It makes you weak in the knees, if you’re being honest. 

“Thank you.” It’s a quiet sound. Your cheeks feel hot. 

“Why are you leaving, carino? Is everything okay?” 

You have to focus hard on holding back tears, as well as embarrassment now. Do you really want to tell him what’s bothering you?

“Everybody’s been ignoring me since I got here,” you blurt before you can stop it. Javi takes a step forward, sympathy flashing in his warm brown eyes for a moment before giving you one more once-over. 

“In that outfit?” he asks. “On top of being the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of, that’s a damn shame.” 

You look down towards the floor, though a smile starts to tug at your lips. 

“Why don’t you come back in for a while.” His gaze darkens. “My office, maybe?”

Your mouth feels like cotton as you gravitate toward him. Your hand falls into his and you allow him to lead you back into his office as his mouth comes down by your ear. “What are you gonna do, Javi?” you ask, lust clear in your question. 

“Someone needs to ravish you in that fucking skirt before you leave,” he whispers, making you shiver. “And I know nobody else has the balls to bend you over their desk like I’m about to do.”

Your head snaps to look at his smirk. Your eyes are wide, your lips parted with both shock and desire. He chuckles slightly and glances around before stepping into the office with you at his side. You’re dreaming—you’ve got to be dreaming. But the way his hand slips around your waist feels too real.

“And after that, I’m gonna go out there and try to understand what the hell could have been blinding all those people to not want to talk to you.” 

You’re stunned, yet you keep your eyes on him as he shuts and locks the door behind him. Everything is happening so quickly, but you’d be damned if you tried to delay or stop it. 

You’re the one to meet his lips as soon as he turns your way, backing him towards the door as he hungrily reciprocates. His big hands travel down to your skirt, smoothing down the fabric to cradle the flesh of your ass. He’s dangerously close to the heat brewing between your thighs, to the wetness you know is beginning to seep through the seat of your panties. 

But all you can focus on is how intoxicating his tongue mingling with yours is, the plushness of his lips against yours. He tastes faintly like whiskey and cigarettes, just as you would have guessed, but somehow better. 

You moan against him as he squeezes your ass, bringing you flush to him so you can feel his erection against your abdomen. You groan against his lips upon feeling it, your mouth dropping open for a second in surprise. 

“Oh, god, Javi,” you moan. “Please, I need you,” you beg, one of your hands trailing down to gently brush over his covered cock. 

“Shit, baby, alright, I’ve got you.” He starts walking you back, keeping his lips on you until the backs of your thighs hit his desk. As soon as he feels the resistance, he pulls away just enough for you to start to protest, but you quickly stop when he grabs your hips and spins you around to face the desk. His open palm pushes firmly but gently on your back until your chest is flush to the top of it. 

Just the action in itself makes you moan, so when he flips your skirt up and pulls your panties down to your ankles within the next second, your skirt bunching around your hips, you nearly lose it. “I know, hermosa, I know.” His hand makes it way down to your cunt. 

You swear he growls as he strokes you gently, just barely teasing you. “Dios mío,” he mutters. “Fuckin’ soaked for me, gorgeous.” 

“Thought about this a lot,” you breathe. “Thought about your fingers, your cock.” 

Javi groans behind you. 

“Gonne be the fuckin’ death of me, sweet girl.”

“Please, Javi,” you beg again, not sure for what at this point. Something. Anything. 

This time, he puts more pressure on your folds, parting you and letting your wetness smear obscenely on his fingers. You moan as he starts to rub up and down again, teasing your clit with every stroke. 

“Yeah, you want to take my fat cock, hermosa?”

“Yes, Javi, please!” You sound borderline whiny as you push yourself back into him, trying to entice him into giving you a few fingers. 

“Okay, baby, come for me first. Need you ready.” 

You nod, and his fingers move to pay attention directly to your clit, starting to rub tight and fast circles. You can already feel the tension within you rising, getting you close to the edge faster than you previously thought was possible. So when he takes a step forward, pushing his clothed crotch into your ass, and his fingers get harder and faster against you, you fall apart. 

Heat races through you as you arch your back, moaning his name too loud, which prompts him to cover your mouth with his free palm. You settle against it, aftershocks making you shiver as he helps you through your orgasm. 

He removes his hands from you, and you barely have time to settle down before you hear the clinking of his belt being undone, and then the broad tip of his cock nestled at your entrance. 

“You ready, angel?” 

Out of breath, you frantically nod your head, your cheek pressed to the desk as you watch him. 

He chuckles lightly at your enthusiasm. “Words, sweetheart.” 

“Yes, Javi, please fuck me with your big cock,” you plead. 

You Think you hear him mutter something along the lines of “good girl”, as he pushes himself into you, your walls splitting around him. Your mouth drops open, your hands sliding across the desk as you try to grip on to something. Javi holds your hips firmly as he slowly feeds you every inch. 

“God dammit, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” Javi grits through his teeth. 

He waits until he’s fully seated, and then rubs a hand gently up and down your back, soothing you as you adjust to him. He’s so big—long and thick. You think you can feel him in your lungs. But you only wait a few moments before pushing back to him, his cock nudging your g-spot as you signal for him to move. 

Your toes curl when he pulls out the first time, leaving just the tip before smoothly sliding back in. There’s a lewd squelching sound when his pelvis meets your ass, and it only spurs you on. You clench around him, more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life. 

The friction as he builds up a steady pace is absolutely heavenly, his dick dragging deliciously against your soaked walls with each thrust. He’s stretching you out so nice, making room so he can fuck you good and fast. It’s by impulse that you reach one of your hands down between your legs, not to play with your clit, but you spread your fingers and feel the way he’s shoving himself in. 

The soft, wet skin of his cock skims the skin between your fingers, making both of you moan. 

“You like that, huh, honey? Like the way I stretch you out so good?” 

“Yes, Javi,” you keen. “S’ good.” At this point, you’re slurring your speech, growing delirious with every press of his tip to your cervix. It’s a gentle punch, giving you the perfect amount of stimulation to have your second orgasm building. It’s an overwhelmingly addictive feeling, the heat bubbling within you, the way your muscles tense up and make you shake. 

Your mind can only focus on the steady build up, the way his pace gets faster and more frantic with every second, the way his grip tightens on your hips and he lets little grunts slip from his lips. You almost wish you could be turned around so you could kiss him again, hungry and desperate to convey everything you’re feeling right now. 

But even if you did have that option, you probably wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up with the way he’s making your legs feel like jello—absolutely useless at this point. Your head is starting to get dizzy again. You swear you grow wetter as you get closer to coming. 

It happens so suddenly, the words don’t make it to your tongue before you’re gushing around Javi, a silent scream falling from you. It’s intense and long. You only realize your ears have been ringing once they stop and Javi’s praise hits them instead.

“Oh, fuck! Just like that, baby.” 

“Shit, I’m gonna come, where do you want me?” His words are as sloppy and rushed as his thrusts.

“In-Inside,” you blurt, using what little strength you have you reach the hand that had been on your cunt earlier to hold on to his hand still on your hip. 

“Oh fuck,” he grunts before thrusting a few more times and then stilling within you, burrying himself deep and holding you flush to him. He bends down over you, groaning into your ear as his cum paints your walls. 

When he’s finished, he slowly stands back up, pulling himself out of you. His seed drips out, falling down your thighs and pussy. You’re a bit jealous that Javi can see it and you can’t.  He stands there, just admiring for an extra second, before helping you up as well. You watch as he opens a drawer on his desk and pulls out a spare tie. He gives you no time to protest before he starts to wipe your spent cunt with it. 

You study him as he crouches down and cleans you the best he can, admiring his eyes, nose, lips, his sweaty brow and the way his soft curls cling to it. When he’s done, he stands back up, pulling your panties into place. He kisses you again, slower this time, savoring the moment.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. You both look at each other with panicked expressions, which only worsen as a set of keys begin to jingle as whoever it is unlocks the door. Javi barely has time to fix his pants and shove you half-way behind him before Steve’s stepping in like he owns the place. His eyes widen when he looks up, immediately clocking what just went down in here. 

“Shit, sorry, Javi, I thought you’d gone home—” 

His eyes catch on you, apparently just realizing who is in here with him. You swear he almost smiles as visible relief floods his features. 

“Fucking finally. You’ve been killing us.”

Speechless, you just gape at him. What is even going on right now? Javi says nothing either, probably more embarrassed than shocked, though, judging by the red hue crawling up his face when you take a glance at him. Apparently the two of you weren’t as discrete as you had thought.

“Whole office steered clear of the both of you in hopes this would happen and put us out of our misery tonight.”

Steve stays in the doorway, waiting for one of you to say something else. When you don’t, he raises his brows and retreats, calling out as he closes the door, “Also, I’m out twenty bucks now, so feel free to leave that on my desk at some point, Jav.” 

The door shuts and the two of you slowly turn to look at each other. “Did you know they would do that?” You immediately ask. 

Javi shrugs. “They’ve done it before, but I guess I didn’t think about it happening to us.”

“I thought people just didn’t like me, you asshole,” you throw out in a teasing tone. Javi raises his hands in defense. 

“Hey, carino, I didn’t tell anybody to ignore you. That was all them.” 

You shake your head. “Scared to get near me,” you mumble, chuckling slightly. “Bunch’a bullshit.” 

Though you have to admit, it does feel a lot better knowing that the entire office doesn’t hate you. Obviously it’s not their first time playing collective matchmaker. A little harsh, but clearly effective. 

Javi winks at you, as if reading your thoughts. “Alright, baby, let’s get you cleaned up and out in the office to mingle. I think you’re owed more than a few apologies by now.”

You snort and take a step back from him. “After what just happened,” you say, “I think I’m gonna call it even.”

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[stararch4ngelqueen]

Hi! I have been obsessed with your Jason fics for a couple of days. They are just so sweet and incredible. I simply love them and I think that thanks to you I have a new comfort character 😊

I kind of had a little 🤏 anxiety attack in a situation similar to the one I am going to request yesterday. But, somehow imagining Jason recomforting me and thinking about your stories helped me to ease my mind for a while. So thank you so much 🫶🏼

If you have time and like the idea, could you make a fic in which Jason and fem!reader at a Gala in the Wayne Manor and the reader kinds of stress out because people keep asking her questions and looking at her (maybe because that it's their first event as an official couple 🤔) and Jason helps her and assures her that everything will be fine

Hope you have a good day!

Aww I’m sorry to hear that. I get those a lot with my job. Sorry it’s so short, but I hope this helps!

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“I’ll say it as much as I have to,” Jason’s voice rumbles comfort in your ear, his hand settling snug along your back.

“You look stunning, babe. Don’t worry.”

His words became a temporary balm to your rising concerns, causing a nearly endless bubbling in your tummy.

You weren’t like this when you arrived, fiddling with the skirt of your dress in the back of the limousine. It began when you caught various flashes of photographers along the manor gates, attempting to catch evidence of tonight’s Gala attendees.

Of course, Jason’s commentary from how you’ve done your makeup, to this gorgeous… gorgeous silk dress you picked out for the event, was ever such an ego boost.

A rich, merlot color, complimenting the collar of his button up under his tux jacket. All of Gotham knew just how extravagant Bruce Wayne’s galas were, ranging from charity events to holiday celebrations.

Part of you was excited to attend, despite it being out of your comfort zone. Lots of important people, plenty of snobs looking to get on Wayne’s good side. You imagined that one scene from The Devil Wears Prada; the main character himself strolling along with an aura of charming confidence as he greeted his guests, while his sons lounge around the stairs in absolute boredom, adorned in their secretly signature colors.

Jason usually avoided these events, but just for tonight, he wouldn’t mind attending as long as had his lovely girl by his side.

The dress made you look like complete eye candy. He wasn’t afraid to say that. His girl deserved to look her best, as long as people knew who you arrived and were leaving with at the end of the night.

“What if they ask a bunch of personal stuff?”

“Tell ‘em a bunch of personal lies,” Jason shrugs. “S’what I do all the time.”

Lying seems the most reasonable. Rich, important people do it all the time. What’re they gonna do, fact check you on the spot?

“Ah ah,” he holds up a finger the second he sees your lips open, shaking his head after another sip of champagne. “Look, if they were that desperate to look for truth here, then what’s the point of secret identities?”

After nearly an hour of gentle symphonies accompanying a handful of introductions at a time, your polite smile grew a little more strained. Shaking hands of many faces you didn’t care about, politely nodding your head towards patrons you accidentally made eye contact with and so on, had you clutching Jason’s forearm just a little tighter.

He remained by your side, offering you some soda water or champagne to settle your nerves after finding you both a semi-quiet retreat in a slightly vacant corner.

You weren’t sure why your mind began focusing on the outer talk of guests around you, but you begin to hate yourself for it.

Questions varying from who you were, hushed mutters of if you were simply bribed by lavish gifts to attend. Was another son of Bruce Wayne following in his playboy footsteps, going from girl to girl?

Such comments even went as far as to compliment your hair and makeup. You even heard a woman say this shade of red didn’t suit your skin tone. What does that even mean??

Soon enough, the music grew as loud as the chatter, making your chest swell and burn with irritation for the mental overstimulation.

Jason takes a fresh drink from a tray before leading you out from the stuffy crowds, striving into the courtyard patio. A warm, natural floral breeze helps wipe your senses clean after breathing in a cloying concoction of expensive fragrances all in one room.

A few well dressed patrons were scattered about, smoking cigarettes neatly tucked in slick metal cases. Jason didn’t stop there, leading you down a short set of curved stairs leading into the gardens.

“Breathe, babe. I gotcha.” He holds your hand at first before reaching for his jacket buttons. “All this liquor didn’t get to your head, did it?”

His teasing nearly fell on deaf ears as he draped his coat over your bare shoulders, making his smile slowly fade from your silence.

“You sure you don’t just wanna dip? We can stop at a diner and tell the waiters Batman crashed our expensive, high school prom.”

“Bruce won’t get mad?” You question after a short smile, watching Jason’s lips purse with a firm head shake.

“I mean, we showed up,” Jason clarifies while balancing his empty glass along a nearby stone bench. “No one’s really telling us to stay here.”

A faint air of defeat floods your shoulders, even when your favorite person offered the solution to your anxieties. You thought you’d be more confident, holding the aura of poise and elegance so many women held at these events.

Overall, it was too much. The music, the people, the cologne.

Somehow, a late night diner sounded a whole lot better the more you thought about it. Bustling bells ringing for hot plates, palate cleansing coffee flooding your nose, greasy bacon, and orange juice lacking any expensive champagne.

“Keep that pretty head high, princess.” Jason gently gives the bottom of your chin a gentle nudge with his thumb, gifting you a handsome smile.

“You showed up, that’s all that matters. I’m proud of you.”

[wishfulwithwine]

You Belong With Me

Azriel x Reader

ACOTAR x Taylor Swift One Shot Series

photo from pinterest

But she wears short skirts

I wear T-shirts

She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find

That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

Elaine Archeron was beautiful - glowingly, painfully beautiful. Feyre couldn’t even capture her full beauty in her portraits. Her beauty eclipsed that of the gorgeous flowers she tended to daily…

The ones in the garden that Azriel spent his afternoons now, watching Elaine work or talking to her on a bench nearby. Those were the days he was happiest, you noticed, and Rhys would have to drag him out of there to get him to leave on urgent missions. 

His happiness radiated from him on the days he would spend hours talking to her. 

You didn’t need a mate bond to feel it. 

The mate bond hadn’t set in for Azriel, but you had known. 

You had known when he couldn’t pined endlessly for Mor. You understood Mor - she wasn’t just a pretty face, and was a close friend to all of you. Mor was the life of the party, the object of many men and women’s desires. If you hadn’t known of the mate bond, you would’ve made a move on her as well. You had watched his scowling, helped calm him down from ripping apart Cassian after Mor gave him her virtue. You - his mate - kept him company at Rita’s while he glared night after night at the men and women who would take her home or dance provocatively. 

You had known he was your mate since the day he met your brother Cassian.

You felt the immediate tug on your chest, and looked to see Azriel - a beautiful boy surrounded in darkness. As you got to know him better, you vowed to make sure he would be happy. 

You didn’t realize you just wouldn’t be the one who would share his happiness. 

And now, Azriel was infatuated with Elaine. 

Elaine - Feyre’s sister - who appeared alongside Nesta, and kept quiet except for tending to the garden or kitchen. The sister who didn’t know Azriel’s past, who didn’t know the reasons for his scars or why he cried late into the night. 

Elaine didn’t know that he avoided talking about his family like the plague, unless he felt safe enough with his Inner Circle. Elaine didn’t know that he only bought from his clothes from a shopkeeper who had granted him kindness. She didn’t know the shame sometimes he felt about his heritage. She didn’t know that the foods he didn’t like, the places he loved, the spices that he avoided, the music he listened to….but you know she would soon. 

Because anyone could see she had fallen in love with Azriel too. 

Lucien - the poor man - who looked helplessly at the sight of the two of them. The man who pleaded for more time spent with her, but Elaine kept denying, wanting to toss her mate away for Azriel. She doesn’t realize how sacred mates are…

You watched as his hand clenched, trying to calm himself as Elaine gave a breathtaking smile to Azriel, who looked back at her with glimmer sparkling in his eyes. How Lucien’s full body tensed when Elaine gave Azriel a kiss on the cheek, which he moved to make a kiss on her lips.  

You wanted to reach out, help him in some way. Let him know he wasn’t alone in the suffering the couple caused.

“Lucien, I’m going into the city. I’ll be doing some dress shopping with Mor so it might not be so interesting, but would you like to join us?” You offered, surprising him as you took his attention away from the hopeless scene. He raised an eyebrow, before nodding.

“You in a dress? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear one, Y/N” He said, and you chuckled, shaking your head, but let him wrap your arm with yours and winnow to the city streets.

Tonight was Starfall, and although most everyone had picked out a dress - you had not. You had never worn a dress to Starfall, but this year, you decided to be different. When you were a child, dressing up meant being auctioned to a husband, but now, if there was any way a dress could help your chances in getting your mate to notice you

You weren’t soft enough - hell, you were basically Night Court’s Co-General. Where Cassian couldn’t be, you took care of it. You helped train warriors, had studied battle plans… you weren’t some damsel in distress.

Well for one night, you could look soft.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you are finally taking my offer of a makeover! Cassian will be furious but I’m thrilled!” Mor said excitedly as she hugged me tightly when we arrived at a store. “Hi Lucien?” 

“Hello Morrigan” Lucien said, awkwardly.

“Mor, Lucien was at the house and I figured he might be able to give some good advice as well” You said with a smile.

“You don’t have to lie, you know. I was looking rather pitiful staring at them. I won’t provide any good advice” Lucien said, with a sigh, but Mor looked to you with an intense stare, and you shot her a look.

Mor knew - Mor had known from the beginning as she had been fancying you, and realized your heartbroken glances at Azriel. One night, over more than a few bottles of wine, she had gotten the confession out of you. Luckily, you kept a tight lip after that, and Mor was the only one who knew of your mate bond.  

“Actually Lucien, I have to confess something…” You whispered in a low tone, guiding the two of them to a quiet corner where you knew no one else would overhear you.

“You weren’t the only one watching them. Azriel’s my mate” You whispered, watching the shock on his body. “I-I’ve never worn a dress before because of what dresses symbolized for women back at the camps, but I was hoping if I dressed softer, maybe he would look at me as more than a friend” 

“Well then, I think if you really want his attention, it wouldn’t hurt if he might feel some jealousy. Would you like to be my date to Starfall?” Lucien asked, reaching his hand out. Mor gasped, smiling widely and clapping her hands. You smiled, nodding your head.

“Wonderful! Now let’s go shopping!” Mor said, leading you through the store excitedly. You shared a look with Lucien, before giggling lightly and looking at dresses.

Hours later, you felt like you were looking at reflection of someone else.

After picking out a dress, Mor had taken over your apartment, bringing in some hair stylists she knew and both of you had a full afternoon of pampering. Lucien had even stayed, entertained with the two of you - feeling lighter than he had in weeks knowing he wasn’t as alone as he thought in the Night Court. 

However, Mor had pushed him out an hour ago, to get himself dressed and make sure your final look was still a grand surprise. You waited anxiously for Lucien to show up, eager to show him your new appearance as well as get the night started. 

“Thank you Mor” You said, looking to her with a wide smile. Tears were threatening to escape your eyes, as you brought your glass up to hers to clink in cheers.

“No! No crying. And you’ve always been like a sister to me. If Azriel doesn’t see you for the beautiful woman that you are tonight, he is an idiot and is undeserving of the mate bond” Mor said, the glasses ringing as you both drank the wine. 

“You are beautiful. I am so honored to be your date” Lucien said, when he arrived at your apartment, staring at you in awe before taking your hand and kissing it gently. Blushing slightly, you pulled him in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you Lucien. You look incredibly handsome as well” You said, holding onto him before you watched Mor winnow away to the party.

“Are you ready?” He asked, seriously, cupping your face in his hand. “If he recognizes you as his mate, and still doesn’t accept you, just know that I’m here and I’d be honored to court you. We can run away, together” Lucien said, seriously. You leaned your cheek more into his hand, gazing into his eyes.

“I’d be honored to run away with you too” You replied, kissing his palm lightly.

If you weren’t trying so hard to do this for Azriel, you might’ve just kissed his lips.

“Alright, then let’s go” Lucien said, smiling softly, before the two of you winnow.

Standing outside the door to the house increased your nerves tenfold, and you clenched Lucien’s arm a little tighter after he knocked on the door.

“Y/N! Cauldron! You look gorgeous! And Lucien, pleasure to see you too” Feyre said with a smile as she led us in.

“Is that Y/N? Are you trying to give your brother a heart attack? I can’t believe you’re wearing a dress” Rhys asked, as he took you in a glance. 

“I’m getting a heart attack from Y/N? Why - oh shit. Y/N! You… you’re wearing a dress” Cassian said, the last bit softly as he knew what dresses meant to you.

“I’m fine, Cassian. A dress every couple hundred years does no harm, and I’m safe with all of you. I’m not expecting to be auctioned off today, am I?” You quipped at him, and Cassian smiled wildly, bringing you into a hug.

“You look stunning. Absolutely stunning” Cassian said, before going back to Nesta’s side, who smiled warmly at you.

“You do. You look absolutely beautiful” Nesta complimented with a smile. Now that she had accepted being your brother’s mate, she was much more amicable with you. 

You looked over at Lucien, and went back to holding his arm. You could hear Elaine’s sweet voice from across the room, but didn’t dare to look over there.

“Oh! Hello Lucien, and Y/N! Oh wow…” She said, sweetly, noticing his presence but you hadn’t looked over yet. You could feel his arm tighten around yours, as you mimicked his. For if Elain had noticed you, then Azriel would be nearby. 

Finally you turned your head, seeing Elaine looking gorgeous as usual, and Azriel, in a handsome black tux. 

His eyes widened when they made eye contact with you.

Then, you jolted, feeling a pull on your ribs like someone was tugging on the other end of a string.

Finally.

“Get away from her!” Azriel shouted, walking quickly and angrily over to you and Lucien. Fury was building in his eyes, before Rhysand and Cassian went to hold him back, fearful of what might happen if Azriel reached you two. 

“What the hell is the matter with you? Y/N’s here as my date” Lucien said, a bit smugly as he took in Azriel’s reaction. You couldn’t help but blush a little bit, leaning closer into Lucien’s arms. 

Like a dog unhinged, Azriel was growling, shaking in Rhys’ and Cassian’s arms - both in unrelenting anger and trying to break free. His siphons were glowing brighter than anyone had ever seen before - brighter than when Mor had come back on the verge of death in Autumn, brighter than when he learned of Rhys’ protection of Velaris from Amarantha, more than… ever. They were glowing so brightly, most of them had to look away or shield part of their eyes from the light. 

“MATE” 

If you could see that I'm the one

Who understands you

Been here all along

So, why can't you see?

You belong with me

You belong with me

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[mamadoc]

The next chapter of my most popular story, Catch of a Lifetime, is posted. Lucy and Tim *finally* make it to their first date!

Here’s how it starts:

At 6:02 Lucy heard a knock on her door. She and Jackson had rushed home, and she barely had time to change her clothes and curl her hair, but she was ready.

“Sorry I’m late,” were the first words that fell from Tim’s mouth as the door started to open. It’s a good thing he was ready to say them, because once he saw Lucy, his mouth became dry, and all other thoughts were erased from his mind.

Lucy was wearing the green dress she had purchased a couple weeks prior when she had a girls’ day with her friend Rachel. It was a deep, emerald green satin dress with a v-neck that came down just to the edges of her breasts. The skirt dress extended down to her ankles where it flowed like water around her legs with a slit or two that occasionally allowed her muscular legs to show through. Her hair was curled into long, loose waves that she had partially pulled back. She accessorized with a simple gold St. Michael pendant that the West family had given to her, small gold hoop earrings, and her favorite oval moonstone ring.

“Come in,” she said. Then she laughed softly and said, “You’re not late, it probably took you those two minutes just to come up the elevator.”

“If you’re not early, you’re late,” he replied when his brain started functioning again.

“Ah. There’s the control freak again,” she sing-songed.

Tim rolled his eyes and decided to change the topic. “You look absolutely beautiful.” Then he suddenly remembered the flowers that were still in his hand. “These are for you.”

“Thanks,” she said. Lucy let her eyes wander up and down his frame. He was wearing black slacks with a matching black suit jacket. Underneath the jacket was a dark gray button-up shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned. As she leaned forward to take the flowers from him, she popped up on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek. “You’re looking very handsome yourself,” she said. Then she giggled for a moment. “Particularly since you running the bases at Dodger Stadium less than an hour ago.”

Tim smiled. “I try.”

Lucy grinned back at him. “I’m fairly certain it would be impossible for you to not look breathtakingly handsome regardless of what you wear,” she said as she was looking for a vase. Finding one that would work, she stretched, wiggling her fingers while up on her tiptoes to reach it.

Tim came behind her and easily took the vase out of the cupboard. “Hmm… Quite the compliment from a woman that has made me speechless more times than I can remember. You just seem to get more beautiful every time I see you.”

They moved together to the sink where Lucy filled the vase with water and trimmed the roses’ stems. “It is oddly satisfying to break your brain every once in a while.” Then she paused for a moment, tilting her head to the side. “Do you think that will wear off as we spend more time together? That I won’t be able to stun you the way I have?”

Tim was standing right behind Lucy with both hands on her waist. Lucy could feel the rumbling of his voice against her back and the warmth of his breath next to her ear when he spoke. She felt that familiar tingling feeling spreading from her waist to her entire body. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see, but I can’t imagine a situation in which I don’t think you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

Lucy turned her head just slightly toward him. “Even when I wake up after a sleepless night and my hair looks like a small animal made a nest in it?”

“I’m sure I’ll love that bedhead look of yours. Especially if I was the cause for the sleeplessness.” He whispered the last part into her ear and then started kissing down the column of her neck.

Lucy felt a shiver go down her spine. “Okay. What if we’re out on a hike, and I fall into a big mud puddle and tear by pants?”

“Still beautiful,” he mumbled into her collar bone as he continued to kiss her.

“What if I have a stomach bug, and I’m pale and sweaty and have spent hours bowing to the porcelain throne?”

“Then I sit there with you and hold back your hair. I’ll wash off your face and cool you off with a soft washcloth. And you’ll still be beautiful.” He had reached her shoulder and then started kissing back toward her neck.

“What if I’ve had a rough day at work, and I come home covered in scrapes and bruises?”

“Come home?” he repeated in a whisper right in her ear. “If you’re coming home to me, then I’ll be the luckiest guy in the world. I’ll kiss every scrape or bruise, and you’ll still be the prettiest woman I’ve ever met.”

Lucy put the last rose into the vase. The two dozen red roses towered over the tulips and daisies he had brought earlier, but they were each associated with equally happy moments for Lucy, and she loved having this physical reminder of the time they had spent together. She turned around to look at Tim. He kept his hands on her waist as she twisted. She smiled up at him, studied his face for a moment, and then asked him a question that had been on her mind for a full three weeks. “You could have almost any woman you wanted. Angela has mentioned a few times that hundreds of women have thrown themselves at you. Sooo… Why me? There’s nothing special or particularly interesting about me. There are plenty of thinner or fitter or more beautiful or smarter or more… basebally women out there. Why me?”

Tim looked deeply into her eyes, and then breathed out her name. “Lucy… The answer to that may take more time than we have, but I think you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.” He moved his hand to cup her cheek and stroked it gently with his thumb. “You’re very interesting and special. Beautiful. Smart. Strong. Caring. Athletic. Kind…” With each word he planted a tiny kiss around her face. “And… Distracting,” he said with one last kiss on the tip of her nose. “We’ve gotta go. I love spending time with you here, but I have plans tonight.”

Lucy’s eyes fluttered back open as she felt him move away from her. He had practically kissed and complimented her into a trance. As her eyes started to focus again on the stunning man standing in front of her, she shook her head a couple times and took a deep breath. Blowing out the breath, she said, “Yeah. Right. Plans.” She stepped over to where she had set down her clutch purse. “Any chance you’re going to tell me what we’re doing now?”

“Not a chance in the world. Let’s go,” he said while putting gentle pressure on her lower back.

Read more here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51183676/chapters/137827918#workskin

[thetomorrowshow]

every hand’s a winner

trust au masterlist - previous

I COME BEARING FLUFF.

also a little note: due to personal reasons, i will be stepping away from social media for an unforeseeable amount of time. because of this, fics/updates will be posted once a month on the second tuesday either until i get back or until they run out. for january expect some esh au, and the next part of hubris in february :) additionally, my queue will be posting every other day either until i get back or until my queue runs dry (unlikely, as there are close to 300 posts in it lol).

forget all that, though!!! bc i have some people being happy for you!

cw: blood and injuries

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Scott goes home that very evening, like most of the other emperors—bar Jimmy, who is slated to stay overnight in the infirmary. They’d tried to keep Scott as well, fussing over his bloody nose and torn skin, but he’d promised to check in with the Rivendell healers at home to make sure time in the Void of the End won’t seriously affect him.

For once in his life, Scott willingly goes to the Rivendell infirmary, leaving with a couple of bandages and instructions to write down any strange symptoms.

The thing is, nobody has ever fallen into the Void before—let alone the one in the End—so there’s no way of knowing what might happen further down the road. Scott’s an anomaly of sorts, and it looks like he’s now the subject of a medical study.

He hasn’t noticed anything apart from a slight lingering dizziness, so he writes that down, feeling somewhat stupid about it being the only symptom he has to report, especially when that could be caused by a myriad of other things. It’s not like he’s never been dizzy before. He practically didn’t stop being dizzy back before he figured out how to sleep.

That night, he luckily doesn’t have to deal with his insomnia—he’s up until the sun rises meeting with various advisory groups: working out the best way to lock down Rivendell whilst still keeping trade routes open, mobilizing the layman army, and deciding how to go forward with various declarations of support for other empires. Within the night, four different ambassadors turn up to arrange an alliance, and Scott knows that his fellow emperors are awake dealing with the same things.

He doesn’t get a moment alone until well into the next day, after he has to send out a formal announcement that his and the Codfather’s betrothal is postponed until after the war (if Jimmy still wants such a relationship, of course). He can tell that many of his advisors don’t necessarily agree with this decision, but they recognize the direness of the situation (and Ilphas, Aeor bless them, defends Scott’s choice with a fervor), and allow the postponement to occur.

It’s past four in the afternoon before he finally has a moment to relax, kicking off his boots and bathing before changing from the travel clothes that he’s been wearing for almost two days straight into something clean. The sight of Jimmy’s robes in the closet next to his almost makes him cry for some reason, but he pushes past them to the back to dig out a pair of hose and a skirt, tucking an embroidered but comfortable tunic into them.

He can’t sleep.

Several months have passed since the torture of fWhip’s basement, his wounds entirely healed, but he can’t quite convince himself he’s safe to sleep alone. He really thought he’d be over it by now.

It’s no use trying, of course—after so many long hours, he doesn’t want to risk a panic attack. Instead, Scott lies in bed and just breathes, trying not to think about all the war preparations that he’s just spent hours making.

He also tries not to think about Jimmy.

That’s a whole other issue to deal with.

For a couple of minutes, he’s able to lie there in peace, shutting down any thought as soon as it breaches his mind.

Then his bedroom door opens.

Scott sits up, ready to reprimand whatever servant is entering—he’s in his private quarters, he could be without his veil—but he’s not meant to have a veil anymore, is he—

It doesn’t matter anyways, because it isn’t a servant at the door.

It’s Jimmy.

“Hey,” Jimmy waves awkwardly, slipping in and shutting the door behind him. “How—how’re you?”

Jimmy looks terrible.

Well, he looks beautiful, as per usual, but his fall through the Void has certainly taken its toll. There are bags under his eyes, his hair greasy and limp, and he walks with an unsteadiness that tells Scott he’s been experiencing the same dizziness. Most notably, his face isn’t bandaged anymore.

It had been hard to see in the End, when Jimmy’s face was pretty fairly just a mess of blood, and impossible to see when there had been bandages plastered on half his face, but it’s clear now that Jimmy’s lost almost all of the scales on his face.

They had run in patches up from his throat to the line of his jaw on both sides, some speckling across his cheeks and a handful clustered around both his mouth and eyes. Scott had always found them gorgeous, little sparkling jewels on his face that truly brought out the flecks of green in his eyes. Now there’s maybe three around his eyes, ten total over the entirety of his face. In place of all the missing scales is torn skin and scabs, blood shining on his jaw from where the scabs have split.

Scott feels a little sick looking at it. Jimmy’s throat is still wrapped in bandages, and he can see some tied around his hands, so he can only guess at how many are missing across the entirety of his body.

He’s not sure why the dressings are gone from his face, but those wounds look ripe for infection. They shouldn’t just be out in the open.

“Jimmy, where have your bandages gone?” he asks instead of replying, swinging out of bed. “You need new ones, come here.”

Jimmy follows him into the washroom that leads off from what was once their joint sitting room, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his sleeves. “They made me take them off at the door,” he explains. “To make sure it’s me, and all. It looks pretty gross, I know.”

“No, it’s not—it’s—I don’t want them getting infected, is all it is,” Scott says absentmindedly, digging through his healing chest for the proper materials. He finds a basket of bandages and a roll of gauze, which he removes and sets to the side. His hands pauses over a regen potion, glancing uncertainly at Jimmy.

Jimmy shakes his head. “No potions, doctor’s orders,” he says. “They’re afraid it won’t . . . grow back right. It’s a wait-and-see thing at the minute.”

Scott passes over the regen and the health potions, landing instead on some disinfectant ointment. He closes the chest and gestures for Jimmy to sit on it, turns away to wash his hands before twisting open the ointment.

Jimmy doesn’t sit still as he applies it, jiggling his knee and wincing and pulling back every time Scott touches him. His injuries must really hurt, then—Scott’s being as gentle as he can, barely touching his cheeks as he rubs the ointment in.

“Sorry,” he murmurs when he cleans a particularly ugly patch and Jimmy actually cries out a bit. Jimmy shakes his head, face twisted into a lopsided grimace.

“It’s fine,” he grits out. “Thanks.”

Well, it’s not as if Scott was going to let Jimmy patch himself up. He’s not sure what he’s getting thanked for.

He finishes up quickly and efficiently, hesitating at his mouth and eyes. The bandages are too blocky to work with the curves there, so he tears one up and uses the pieces to line any awkward spots.

Jimmy really doesn’t look any better once he’s done, covered in so many bits and pieces of bandages that barely any skin is showing. He forces a smile anyhow, shows Jimmy his reflection in the mirror.

Jimmy stares at himself for a long moment. “I’d laugh if I could move my mouth that much,” he comments, and the smile on Scott’s lips becomes just a bit more real. He’s making jokes. That’s got to be good.

Then Jimmy takes one of his hands, and Scott’s heart skips a beat.

“What’s this?”

Scott follows his gaze down to his hands—Scott’s knuckles have similar bandages wrapped around them.

“Same as you,” he says, flexing his wrists. “I escaped with just losing a bit of skin, fortunately.”

Jimmy nods. “Right. Scales—on a fish, perfect protection. Bit weak when you combine it with normal skin. It—it makes sense.”

“And you were in there for longer,” Scott adds. Jimmy shrugs, looking away and down. Every which way, except for back at him.

Scott leads the way back into the sitting room, gestures for Jimmy to take a seat on the sofa (it’s his favorite spot, Scott knows, the velvet of that left cushion still brushed back weird from when he’d been sitting there last). Scott almost sits in his preferred armchair, but makes a last-minute decision to sit beside Jimmy on the sofa.

They’re quiet for a moment, and it isn’t a gentle quiet, nor a comfortable one. It’s awkward, filled with tension, and Scott’s certain they keep looking at each other but never managing to catch one another’s eyes.

He’s got to say something, but all he can think about is Jimmy’s exhausted eyes, love confessions falling from bloodstained lips, impulsive kisses and a slippery grasp on his lover’s bleeding face.

He has to say something.

But Jimmy speaks first.

“I really like you,” Jimmy says, looking away, and Scott takes the moment to gaze at him, truly take in the fatigue lining his face and the droopiness of his eyelids. “I didn’t—I have for a while. Months, really. Ever since . . . I don’t know when. I just—well, I tried, that one time—” he grimaces— “I just . . . I didn’t feel worthy, I suppose, of you. You’re—Scott, you’re so perfect, always all put-together and—and rescue-y and everything, and I’m just . . . me. Gosh, I’m sorry for rambling—I really just meant to say that I like you and—and I kinda hope you like me too.”

Scott blinks.

If his heart flipped when Jimmy took his hand earlier, it’s positively doing cartwheels now.

Jimmy likes him.

And apparently, all that pining was for waste because he could’ve confessed this whole time and Jimmy would’ve reciprocated.

Scott can’t help it: he laughs. Just a little, a giggle that slips out accidentally, but it’s enough that Jimmy freezes and glances over at him, eyes terribly fearful.

Scott waves frantically, pushing closer to him. “No, no—I—I wasn’t laughing at you,” he’s quick to correct. “I was—Jimmy, I’ve liked you for ages, but I was so afraid of you rejecting me that I didn’t dare say anything. Just think what might have happened if we both actually used a bit of logic for once in our lives.”

Jimmy blinks. A surprised laugh bursts out, one that’s quickly stifled as Jimmy winces and covers his mouth. It’s really not funny—it must hurt to laugh, with his face in such a state—but Scott can’t help it. He laughs again, lightly punches Jimmy on the shoulder.

“Don’t laugh,” he reprimands, still laughing himself. “You’ll start bleeding again, and we can’t have that.”

Jimmy clearly can’t help it, his shoulders shaking as he struggles to not even smile. Scott’s smiling too, he’s gazing at Jimmy beside him as he tries not to laugh and. . . .

He’s really in love, huh? Because Jimmy’s always shone like a star, he’s always been so breathtakingly beautiful, but he’s somehow so much more so now that he’s his. Now, Scott gazes at him, wave after wave of glory hitting him like waves of heat from the sun.

He’s in love, and it’s wonderful.

“Um,” Jimmy says after a moment, and Scott realizes that not only is he staring at Jimmy, but Jimmy is staring right back.

“Sorry—” he starts to say, looking down at his hands, but Jimmy interrupts him.

“I actually—I know you’re busy, with . . . with everything going on, and I am too, but if you wanted to just have one night before all that? I’d still like to—to go stargazing with you.”

It’s wartimes. He only has the one night to offer Jimmy, and no promises for the future.

Scott smiles. “I would be honored.”

-

There’s no snow on the ground where they pick to stargaze, a stone shelf in the side of the mountain that Scott’s lain on many times past. He spreads out three blankets on top of one another and leaves a fourth bundled to the side, in case the air gets too chill.

Jimmy splays out immediately, just like how he’s always first in bed—an incredibly intimate thing for Scott to know, and something inside him seems to almost purr at the realization. Jimmy is his, and he is Jimmy’s (at least for tonight).

Scott eases himself down next to him—his lover, Jimmy’s his lover—and, in a split-second decision, shifts a bit closer so that their hips touch.

Jimmy doesn’t move away.

Scott’s heart flips a little.

Exor’s hooves, you’re acting like a teenager, he tells himself. You like him, and he likes you. Just—be normal.

He can’t be normal. There is no way he can be normal.

The world around them has been gradually growing dark the entire time they spent hiking up to here and setting up, and now it’s dark enough that Scott can barely see Jimmy’s face.

He hadn’t been able to see Jimmy’s face then, either.

He’d seen him fall.

Scott had just caught sight of it as he regained his sense of balance from the End portal. He’d looked up to find an unfamiliar island, the world surrounded by the darkness of the void, and on the other side of the island—

Even from that distance, Scott could tell that Jimmy’s fall was the most graceful he’d ever seen.

He spread his wings and took off without a second thought, abandoning the others who followed him through the portal.

He had to try. He had to.

He’d passed fWhip, who was laughing—who tried to grab him—as he went over the edge of the island.

And then, wings pulled tight to his body, nose down, he dove after Jimmy.

“Scott?”

He blinks, looks around. Jimmy’s at his side now, head propped up on his arm. Jimmy quirks an eyebrow, still barely visible. “You good? You kind of zoned out for a second there.”

Scott blinks again, looks up. The stars are starting to twinkle into vision, bright and lively, and Scott almost waves up to them.

Perhaps Jimmy doesn’t know much about elven beliefs, doesn’t know the significance of the stars. He doesn’t know that Scott could point out a dozen or two elven legends and heroes—Gelidrian, Calireth, Alinar. And others, more mundane—his parents, the nurse who had raised him, the palace guard from a mere two decades ago.

Someday, Scott knows he will join them all. Hopefully not any day soon.

“Whoa,” Jimmy whispers. Scott glances over at him, his face illuminated by the exaltation of elves. One of his hands is raised slightly. “They're so close.”

“They really are.”

They watch in silence for a while, more and more bundles of light appearing in the sky. When the entirety of the Stags is visible and bright, Scott points it out, taking Jimmy’s hand (his heart jumps, Jimmy’s his lover) to trace his fingers down the lines of stars.

“That’s the Clash of the Stags,” Scott tells him, tracing it over again. “On the left is Aeor, see His antler?”

“That’s your god, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s Aeor.” Scott smiles just a little bit—somehow, every time Jimmy knows something about elven history, it makes him ten times more attractive. “And then below Him and to the right is Exor, His brother.”

“I’ve heard you say his name before. Is he your god, too?”

Scott can’t help but snort. “No. Exor may be Aeor’s brother, but they don’t get along. Exor was cruel, controlled those under his domain, sacrificed the weak and oppressed the followers of Aeor. Aeor, meanwhile, ruled with kindness and respect, befitting of the last remaining gods.”

“What happened to the others?” Jimmy asks. “There are others, aren’t there?”

“Yes, we believe so. I’m sure you’ve heard Pix mention the Great Slumber?”

Jimmy nods, the movement scrunching up Scott’s sleeve. Jimmy’s so close to him, close enough that Scott can feel his every twitch and breath.

“Aeor and Exor were the only gods not to fall asleep. But when Exor became corrupted, jealous of his brother’s rule, Aeor knew He had to do something about it. So He gathered all His power and wielded it in a mighty battle against Exor—the Clash of the Stags. See how Aeor is kicking Exor down?”

Jimmy nods again. The nerves in Scott’s arm are tingling at his every touch, and he has to take a moment to swallow back the squeak that threatens to break his voice. “Um. Aeor used everything He had to seal Exor and his followers within a mountain forever,” he says, thankfully with no cracks. “Then He withdrew from the people, still hearing their prayers and granting small blessings, but separate from them. He lost much of His power in that fight, and has spent many thousands of years resting and caring for us—as any god should.”

Jimmy’s silent then, and when Scott looks over at him, he’s staring up at the sky, eyes flicking from point to point. Scott doesn’t look away, and while Jimmy’s eyes trace the stars, Scott’s eyes trace Jimmy’s face.

In the dark with the stars as their only light, the raw patches around his mouth and eyes that they hadn’t been able to bandage are invisible. The lines of exhaustion are impossible to see, as are the shadows Scott knows ring his eyes.

Instead, Scott sees the way his nose twitches. He sees long eyelashes that flutter gently. He sees golden hair that’s starting to curl around the gills, long in a way Scott’s never seen it. He sees lips that move soundlessly, lips that are looking more and more kissable by the second.

“There,” Jimmy says, and Scott pulls himself out of his reverie to follow Jimmy’s finger. Scott squints up at the sky as Jimmy traces a triangle shape out of the stars.

“That can be the mountain,” Jimmy says, sounding proud of himself. “The one that Aeor trapped them in. Do you guys know where that mountain is?”

Scott giggles a little—he can’t help it, it has to be a crime to be so cute—and traces along Jimmy’s triangle as well. It’s part of another constellation, he realizes after a moment—the Crystal of Rivendell, made up of stars of rulers who have passed on. “The mountain probably wasn’t real, Jimmy. Rivendell scholars have searched for it for literal ages, and they’ve not found evidence of it yet. Besides, I find it hard to believe that a mountain could entrap a god.”

“It was a magical mountain, you said so,” Jimmy says stubbornly. “Aeor sealed it. And I think it would be a great idea—some mountains are older than the ocean, you know, surely they have some sort of power.”

“Well, when you fight a god, trap him in a mountain and let me know how it goes.”

Jimmy laughs too, then cuts off abruptly as a cold gust of wind blows over them. He shivers, shifts close enough to Scott that he’s practically curled up in Scott’s side, head resting on his shoulder.

Scott’s certain that his heart actually stops.

Which is stupid, because—because they’ve done this before! Almost every morning, Scott wakes up pressed into Jimmy, and it’s fine. Well, it’s nerve-wracking and overwhelming and suffocating, but it’s been weeks since he last blushed and apologized, and much longer since he stopped pretending that Jimmy isn’t a very physically affectionate person. Romantic intentions or not (and now, in retrospect, Scott knows that most of them likely were romantic in some way and isn’t that something), Jimmy hugs him or leans on his shoulder on a near daily basis. This isn’t anything new.

Somehow, though, it’s the strangest sensation he’s ever known.

He’s been quiet for some time, he realizes suddenly, and before he even knows what to say he’s blurting out, “What’s your favorite constellation?”

Jimmy jerks a little bit. “What?”

“I—that’s how it started, isn’t it?” Scott says, and he just knows he’s paler than the stars right now. “You asked me what my favorite constellation is. Which one’s yours?”

Jimmy doesn’t answer immediately, pulling back a bit to gaze up at the stars properly. After a few moments, he takes Scott’s hand (the hairs on his arm stand up) and guides him up, much further to the left than the Stags. There, he traces out a strange shape—almost a lopsided rectangle, but with five sides.

Below it are two stars that are very familiar to Scott, he realizes with a jolt—

Staying up late every night—he’s just a child, he ought to be in bed, but instead he creeps over to the window and looks up at the stars.

His nurse had taught him to make a wish on the point of Aeor’s antler, and if the God was willing, his wish might come true. Scott can’t really remember where it is most of time, but he can always find those two bright stars to wish on—and that way, he would get two wishes!

He wishes twice for himself, or sometimes he uses one for Xornoth, or sometimes he uses one for his parents.

Most of the time, though, he wishes twice for himself—and he wishes for a friend.

Jimmy traces it again, the soft bandages on his knuckles rubbing against Scott’s matching set. “That one. That’s my favorite.”

“What is it?”

Jimmy’s hand falls to his side, almost in slow motion. “I don’t know,” he says, and there’s something wistful in his voice, something terribly sad. “But it feels like home.”

-

It gets too cold to stargaze, so Scott packs everything up and helps Jimmy back to the palace, flying in through his window so as not to get caught out by the guards.

And sure, it may be the beginning of the end of the world, war hovering over them like the executioner’s axe, but Scott can’t stop giggling. He and Jimmy are sneaking around like teenagers, trying to not be seen as they clamber in through his window. It’s so very cliche that he can’t help but enjoy it, can’t help but be entirely wrapped in the feeling of new love.

They both collapse onto Scott’s bed, both laughing, even though Jimmy’s covering his mouth and wincing like it hurts. He doesn’t stop, though, eyes sparkling as he snickers.

“The funny thing—the funniest part is, it’s not even funny,” Scott gasps out, and it isn’t—he thinks they’re more laughing because of the absurd pressure it is to sneak into a building that you belong in in the first place. It’s more stupid than anything—it would have been just fine to go in through the gates, really, but they’d decided to do it proper just for the fun of it.

Jimmy laughs harder at that, cutting himself off with a small “ouch!”. He presses his sleeve to his mouth for a moment before pulling it away, examining it for any blood. Apparently satisfied, he lets his arm fall and stretches out a bit.

“This was really good, Scott,” Jimmy says after a minute, and dear Aeor, even the way Jimmy says his name. . . .

“Can I kiss you?”

Scott blinks, sits up. Jimmy’s watching him, a blush spreading across what’s visible of his face. He almost looks just as surprised as Scott feels that those words fell from Jimmy’s mouth.

And really, props to Jimmy, because it’s not a bad idea. It’s a very good one, in Scott’s mind.

But they really need to talk about it first, don’t they?

Scott sits up, runs a hand through his hair. “I’d like to apologize, actually. For our first kiss.”

Jimmy frowns. “Yeah, I—it was sensory overload, yeah? I don’t think you need to apologize for that.”

“Wha—when did I say it was sensory overload?”

Jimmy sits up too, scoots along until he’s sitting beside Scott. “Well, I didn’t figure it out until today, actually. I sort of thought you hated me at first, but yesterday, when . . . and then again, earlier. You said—you’ve liked me this whole time, right?”

Scott nods.

“Right. Well, I figured if you did like me back then, you probably wanted to . . . do the whole kiss thing. And it’s really not like you to just run away like that. And I know you get sensory overload real bad sometimes, so. . . .”

Scott slides his hand toward Jimmy’s, loosely tangling their fingers together. It’s a conscious movement, one that sends nerves sparking up and down the very bones of his body.

It’s dangerously close to too much.

Yet it’s everything he’s wanted for so long.

“How about this,” Jimmy continues. “We—we’re . . . courting now, right? Um—that—that’s really nice to say—so how about we always ask first, before a kiss? And stuff like that. That way, neither of us is taken by surprise.”

Thrills go up and down every inch of Scott’s skin when Jimmy says that they’re courting, his breath stolen from his chest. They’re courting. They’re in a committed relationship. Jimmy is his, and he is Jimmy’s, and it’s true because Jimmy said so. It’s real.

“That—that sounds good,” he manages. He takes stock of himself—definitely on-edge, but he can handle one kiss. As long as they make sure it’s just one. And maybe if they do some pressure cuddling afterward.

“Can I kiss you?” Scott asks, his voice almost a whisper. What’s visible of Jimmy’s face under the bandages goes through a series of emotions—anxiety, enthusiasm, warmth, and then settling back on anxiety. He nods, a little uncertainly, and turns to fully face Scott, drawing his legs up criss-cross on the bed.

They’ve kissed three times before, but everything is different about this one.

There’s an awkward sort of lean-in, of course—the first and second times had been sudden, passionate, and the third filled with the thrill of survival. For this, they move slowly, telegraphing each movement carefully—akin to trying not to spook a wild stag, Scott thinks offhandedly.

And then their lips meet.

Scott’s always led kisses in past relationships, his lips slotted above his partner’s, but Jimmy takes the lead here, leaning up a bit to match Scott’s height—and Scott thinks he likes it. His lips are warm, far warmer than Scott’s, and wet, and so very very soft.

It’s not the burning fireworks of their first kisses, but it’s warm like a cozy evening by the fireplace—there are so many nerve endings, he can feel his shoulders start to raise at the overstimulation—and it’s Jimmy and he loves him so much and it’s overwhelming, it’s perfect, it’s underwhelming compared to the first time because Scott knows that Jimmy has very sharp teeth and knows how to use them—

But Jimmy pulls away after just a moment, their lips parting slowly, and offers a small smile. “Good?”

Scott can only manage a squeaky noise in the back of his throat, and Jimmy giggles. The sound is a little bit loud for his sensitive ears.

Scott stands and pulls off his cloak, muttering something about putting on softer clothes before ducking into his walk-in closet. He can hear Jimmy laughing behind him.

Normally Scott would consider himself the smooth one—why is he so uncollected? He can’t even find the words to make any sort of dirty jokes. Jimmy must think something’s wrong.

(And so many things are wrong, of course, but definitely not this.)

He changes into soft pajamas, emerging to find Jimmy having also changed—he’s in a loose shirt and shorts, hair mussed and occasional bandages wrapped around his arms and legs. Luckily—or unluckily, depending on how one looks at it—his face and hands had taken the brunt of the damage, only a couple of patches bandaged on his arms and even fewer on his legs. Jimmy smiles brightly when he sees Scott reenter.

“I sort of assumed I’d be staying the night. You looked overstimulated, do you need anything?”

Scott points to the bed. “Sleep?” he suggests, swallowing half of the word back. Jimmy nods, pulls back the covers.

“Do you want me on top of you?”

Scott can’t help it—he snorts. Jimmy goes totally red, sputtering incoherently.

“I—you know I—Scott!”

“Very forward, Jimmy, and on the first date too—”

“Oh, come off it!” Jimmy shakes his head, sighs, then adds, “We’ve been engaged for a while now; I don’t think it counts as a first date.”

Scott quirks a brow, and this is more familiar, this is how their banter is meant to be, flirtatious and comfortable and not at all awkward. “So you’re saying you’re open to it?”

“You are a menace,” Jimmy tells him, but he’s smiling, and it really does feel like before all of their issues. Except now Jimmy’s actually his, and the awkward dancing around each other in a newfound relationship hasn’t passed, but maybe they can become like this again soon enough.

Scott climbs into bed, turning down the lamp on his way in. He curls on his side, pulling the blankets up to his waist, his wings resting on the cushioned shelf built into his bed for this precise reason.

After a moment, the bed shakes as Jimmy climbs in beside him, then slowly, carefully, rests an arm around Scott’s waist.

“This okay?”

The weight of his arm is heavy and warm, the perfect amount of pressure, and Scott rolls to be fully on his stomach before pressing closer. When his head is up against Jimmy’s chest, and their knees are bumping at every readjustment, he nods.

He can be close to Jimmy. He doesn’t have to be self-conscious about wanting to touch him. He doesn’t have to restrain himself in private, pretend that the physical affection is all for show.

Scott moves one arm up, wrapped under Jimmy’s arm and up his back, and sighs. This is comfortable. This is right. This is real. Their bodies know how to fit together, weeks of practice in their sleep lending subconscious knowledge to Scott as he presses up against his lover, his Jimmy.

This is real, he tells himself, and it’s perfect.

[mbb-project-entity]

Chapter 32

It took Dr. Gemwood many hours to complete the procedures, but she was extremely satisfied with her work. It wasn’t often that she did procedures to make people look older, but she felt things went perfectly. She still didn’t go too far, as she wanted to savor the changes, and it took quite a bit of willpower to not get herself off during the operations.

The morning after the surgery, Rinni sat in bed groggily as Dr. Gemwood held a mirror up to her face, explaining the new changes.

“Did it go well?” Rinni asked groggily.

“Beautifully. You’re all healed up too. Take a look.”

“My cheeks!”

Rinni had cheek implants now, through a new procedure Dr. Gemwood performed that healed overnight. Instead of her cute oval face, her cheeks where enlarged, giving her face more of a heart shape. They were so large they caused her nasolabial folds (smile lines) to always feature prominently, giving her face an older appearance and taking away the youthful smoothness of her old face.

“Do you like it?”

Rinni looked confused, " I’m, I look strange…”

“You look hot, trust me.”

“It’s hot?”

“Mm, yeah, just look at how sexy your face is now, trust me, you love it,” Dr. Gemwood smiled at her.

“It is, isn’t it. So sexy looking…” Rinni said in a daze as she touched her new cheeks.

“Why don’t you look a bit lower and see what else I’ve done,” Dr. Gemwood had a sinister smile on her face.

“What? My breasts! What did you do to them? They look different...other than the new piercings I mean, obviously. Why do they feel so heavy?”

“Calm down. I said to trust me. First of all, those are new piercings, yes, and they’re weighted. They’ll feel strange for now, but I’m sure you won’t mind.” She tugged one of them gently, and Rinni moaned. “I’d advise you not wear a bra from now on, but it looks sexier anyway so I’m sure that’s not a big deal either.”

Rinni nodded as the doctor continued, “The other thing to notice is your nipples are much darker.” Rinni’s nipples had changed from a light shade of pink to a deep, dark brown. “It’s an experimental procedure, but basically your nipples are permanently that shade.”

“They look so huge!”

“Well yours were large before as well, but darkening them made it very obvious is all. Anyway, that’s it!”

Rinni was looking down and playing with her nipples, forgetting that Dr. Gemwood was still there. “Well, I’ll let you enjoy your new look for a while. I’m glad you’re pleased. When you’re done, go on and get dressed. You can mail me a check when you’re able. Until next time!”

Dr. Gemwood walked out and shut the door behind her. Soon, loud moaning could be heard from the other side as Rinni enjoyed her new features.* * *

Rinni had completely stopped hanging out with her friends these days, instead preferring to go cruising for men alone. Since becoming drinking age (or thinking she is, anyway) she’s taken to frequenting bars, finding it a good place to look for men closer to her liking.

She stepped into a local bar, sporting large sunglasses on top of her head even though it was nighttime. She was definitely looking for a man to take home tonight. Her black skirt barely covered her ass, and her tanned thighs no longer were the svelte creamy thighs she once had. They were now significantly thicker, thanks to her new diet of eating whatever she wanted. She walked to the bar, stumbling in her high heels. Her red silk top did nothing to keep her unsupported breasts from shaking freely, getting the attention of the man in the neighboring seat.

“Hey, can I get you a drink?” The tipsy man asked her.

“Sure babe- whatever you’re havin’.” Already drinking at the previous bar she was at coupled with her silk shirt rubbing her nipples, whose weighted piercings showed through the fabric, was making her horny.

Before the man could think of something witty to say, she had already struck back, finding the 30-something year old just the type she was looking for, “Maybe I’ll have some of you.”

She put her hand on his thigh, and the man was surprised, and stammered as he blushed, “I-I’ll have s-some of you too, heh.”

He smiled nervously, wondering if she was playing a prank on him. She simply kissed him on the mouth heavily, dipping her tongue to play. As she pulled away, his mouth had markings of her red lipstick, and a trail of saliva came from his mouth to her extended tongue. Breaking it off, she whispered in his ear, “Let’s go to your place.”

Without another word, the two left the bar and went straight to his place, where she had sex for the third time this week, and the third man this week. Rinni loved it when she turned them on so much they made fools of themselves. It was cute. None of them really stuck with her, and she didn’t call them afterwards, but the sex was good. Most of the time she didn’t mind—they were around their early 30’s—but she found herself missing the youthful energy of the 20-somethings. She wanted to look older, not date older, she told herself.* * *

“Oh god! More! Don’t stop, nhhaahh! That tongue!”

Dr. Gemwood curled her toes in pleasure as she was being eaten out by Rinni’s mother. Dr. Gemwood’s juices rubbed all over Miriam’s face, and Miriam became even hornier; she was becoming addicted to the smell and the taste of the doctor’s pussy.

Dr. Gemwood had her palm pressing Miriam’s head tightly against her snatch, and Miriam had to force her head sideways every so often to breathe in between tongue lashings.

“Oh fuccckkk!!!” Dr. Gemwood was glad that she had the examination rooms soundproofed long ago. She grabbed Miriam’s head tightly with both hands as she reached climax, throwing her own head back in ecstasy.

“AAAANH!FUCK! Ahn! Ah! Ahhh!!”

As she basked in the afterglow she looked down at Miriam; she slipped her fingers into her throbbing hole, no longer able to hold back how horny she is.

Dr. Gemwood snapped at her, “Hey bitch, get up! You don’t have time to get off right now.” She took a breath; multiple orgasms took a lot out of her. “Hurry and get cleaned up, your sister is coming.”

Rinni’s mother stood up, still flushed and breathing heavily, but confused by her statement. “Sister? I don’t have a sister.”

Dr. Gemwood countered, “Sure you do. Remember Rinni?”

“Rinni’s my daughter, not my sister. She’s not old enough to be my sister.”

“What are you talking about? You two are the same age, 32. Look at you, how could you be her mother?”

Miriam looked into the mirror next to her. Dr. Gemwood was right, she thought. She stared at her high ponytail and her cute face, and realized she was wrong about Rinni.

“Huh, I don’t know what came over me. I must have gotten confused...” Just then she remembered what time it was. “Oh no! I can’t wait for her—I’m late for my shift!”

As Miriam cleaned up, Dr. Gemwood was considering the situation she had created for Rinni’s mother. She had used her more-than-considerable surgery skills to begin making her younger. This was extremely difficult, as it’s one thing to make someone look older, but the real grail of her work was to turn back the clock. If anyone was able to do it well, however, it was her. It hadn’t taken too much to convince Miriam she was 32, though, given the great shape she was already in. She merely gave her a cute button nose, gave her a small eye lift, and her own diet took care of the rest.

What had changed more was the rest of her life. No longer was she an entitled bitch of a woman; she had quit her job and became a waitress at a local cocktail bar, thanks to a suggestion from the doctor. Her cute clothing got her many tips, and she was quite proud of herself. When Miriam finished cleaning up, she waved at the doctor, “Thank you for letting me pleasure you Miss Gemwood!” She gave a small bow and left quickly. The doctor smiled contently; she was shaping up to make a fine sex slave.

Dr. Gemwood didn’t have long to relax, as she herself had noted earlier, because Rinni came down the hallway, looking desperate.

“Dr. Gemwood! Marie! I need to talk to you!”

Dr. Gemwood peeked her head out of her office and Rinni surprised her, pushing her back in and following inside.

“What’s the problem Rinni?”

Rinni had tears welling up in her eyes, “I need to look older!”

Dr. Gemwood was amused once again. “Older? You’re 23 already,” she told the 18 year old.

“It’s not enough! I want- I NEED it! It’s all I think about day and night!”

“Aren’t you already popular with the guys?” She tried to prod Rinni for info about her sex life to embarrass her.

Rinni didn’t even think about it. “I am! I fuck guys almost every night. It’s not about them though. I want to look older! It’s just a thing I have to have! Do it for me doctor, please I can’t stand it!”

“I thought you hated looking older? Don’t you want to look sexier instead?”

Rinni had a concerned look. “I know! I hate looking old, I fucking hate it. I don’t know why but looking older makes me feel good—it feels right. I’m so glad I’m not a teenager anymore, but at the same time I really hate the idea of being old. I say that but at the same time I want it soooo bad! I don’t know what to do anymore!!”

She began crying and held her head against Dr. Gemwood’s bosom. “There, there. I can help you, you know. I will help you.”

Rinni sniffled, “You will?”

“That’s right. Don’t worry about the pay either. I’ve worked it out with your sister, Miriam.”

“Huh?”

Dr. Gemwood explained to Rinni her new familial situation.

[flashyfucker]

I saw Best friends dad with Sid and I like but I’ll raise you one….neighbors daughter with Sid 🥵🥵🥵🥵

It starts off innocent, like he just makes sure you’re okay after a breakup with some absolute asshole that he witnessed from the backyard and he assured you there’s good men out there but he really means him and he knows he’s aging and that you’re here on vacation from college but he can’t help but look at you and just imagine you in his bed. He’s held the lust in for the last year or so and it’s killing him

NEIGHBOUR!SID SO FUCKING TRUE

like you're so bright and bold, he doesn't really know what to make of you but he's into it. i’m thinking like, maybe he shared dinner with your family, one time, when he was new to the neighbourhood, right before you left for college, and if he noticed the skimpy little skirt you wore to dinner, he pushed it from his mind ‘cause of the circumstances. but through covid you’re back around, coming and going and doing an awful lot of laying out in the sun and going on runs and lounging in the backyard, and sid notices. and shit, you notice the same from him, but there’s a distance there until one night, you’re crying on the phone on your patio and sid only hears your sniffles for a moment as he lets his dog out but he’s inviting you over, offering you a beer. 

and it’s innocent: he’s given you stupidly sound relationship advice, so you’re kinda friends, but the distance is closing, now. soon you’re dropping by with cold-pressed juices after your runs ‘cause “you’re into that healthy shit, right, sid?” and you’re laughing as he bites his tongue, tries to enjoy them. and you’re offering to watch his dog while he runs errands, as though she needs a dogsitter for just a couple hours, but sid’s agreeing, cause he likes the excuse to talk to you. 

gradually, the innocence is falling, though. you know the sun hits his yard just right after four p.m., so you ask sid if you can lay out, read a book in the warmth with the straps of your tank top pulled down. after the fourth day of that, the tank top’s a bikini top and cut-offs, and sid has to stay inside, take a cold shower and forget you’re out there. then, sid’s letting you use his home gym and your little biker shorts are getting shorter by the day: you wanna see how long it’ll be before he calls you out on it, and sid wants to see how long it’ll be before you’re rocking up in a fuckin’ thong, or something.

and the tension reaches its crescendo when you do just that. your family's pool is being cleaned and you've been laying out one afternoon and you’re calling “mind if i come swim?” over to sid on his patio, coming through his side gate before he responds. the bikini you’re wearing is obscene: tiny and all string and it could kill him, he thinks. you have got to be doing this on purpose. 

so, when he finds you inside, hunting for a glass in his cabinets, bent over like you’re putting on a fuckin’ show, sid can’t really help but take a risk, can’t help but clear his throat behind you, press up against you when you don’t move. manhandle you over the counter when you fucking laugh. asking “do you wear shit like this for everyone, or is it just me?” and when you feign innocence, glance over your shoulder with wide, puppy-dog eyes just to lie: “i have no idea what you mean, siddy.”, sid scoffs and rips your bikini top down, putting you on show properly for him like the slut you are.

also this entire AU hinges on the fact ur a spoiled brat and he needs to put you in your place. duh.

[storiesofsvu]

A Redemption Earned Ch 19

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, mention of smut, mentions of the usual kinks, and uh... yeah... I'm in an absolute garbage mood today so I'm giving y'all an early chapter in hopes of replies/messages giving me endorphins cause those make people happy and happy people don't kill their husbands.

Heather let out a huff as she rolled back over once again, doing her best not to jostle you or the bed too much. Not that she thought you’d wake up anytime soon, she’d done her fair share of wearing you out completely. But for some reason, she couldn’t sleep. And she couldn’t quite put her finger on why. It had been an exhausting couple of weeks, the holidays always were between hosting events, going to dinners, dealing with family, and you hadn’t left her side for any of it. At first she’d fallen asleep totally fine, the very late hour coupled with the beating of your heart, the soft sounds of your breath as you curled against her, body pressed into hers in the plush hotel bed.

Then she’d jolted awake nearly out of breath a panic shooting through her, her eyes jumping around the room as she tried to remember where she was at first. She knew the feel of the bed, she had spent many nights between these walls in her past, then you let out a little grumble in your sleep and she felt herself start to come back to earth. She tried to calm herself down, slowing her breaths until they felt regular again, taking a few sips of water before slinking back down into the covers. She curled around your back, letting her eyes shut as she tried to get back to sleep, but the only thing that was echoing through her mind was ‘please mommy…’

Letting out a heavy sigh she knew sleep was going to evade her completely, she slipped from the bed, pulling on some clothes and sneaking out of the hotel room. There had to be a bell hop or overnight security guard somewhere that she could buy a couple of cigarettes off of. Once she secured what she needed she headed back upstairs, slipping into the room, swiping a pack of matches from a drawer and a mini bottle of scotch from the mini bar.

As she stepped out onto the balcony she cracked the bottle, downing half of it before lighting the smoke and taking a large pull. She rested against the railing, staring out into the dark sky, hoping that between the cool air and the cigarette, she would be able to get her brain sorted out, and hopefully back to sleep before you managed to notice she wasn’t in the bed. She began to replay the events of your New Year’s Eve, focussing on it, trying to ignore the looming sense of dread that refused to go away. She tried to pretend she had no idea where it was coming from, what was causing this middle of the night venture, but deep down, she knew exactly what was going on.

**

“We really shouldn’t be doing this…” Nat panted, pinned against the wall by Heather, who had a leg firmly between the younger woman’s legs as her lips made a home on her neck, “I’m married…”

“You want to stop kitten, just say so and we will, pretend this never happened… no one ever needs to know.”

“No… please mommy. I don’t want to stop.” Those words pulled a chuckle from Heather, ones so easily pulled from her old pet, like she hadn’t stopped thinking about her once.

“Good girl.” Heather grinned, her hands sliding up the other woman’s skirt, slipping her panties to the side, “god, such a good little slut, always so fucking wet for me….bet you’re never this wet for Jackie…”

“Never…” Nat’s head fell against the wall, her eyes fluttering shut as Heather’s fingers sunk into her drenched pussy, “oh fuck…” it was with ease that Heather found the right rhythm, curling with perfection, Nat moaning into the crook of her neck, doing her best to be quiet.

“That feel good sweetheart?”

“Need you mommy. Need your cock.” she whined, “want you to fill me with your cum. Make me yours.”

“Mmm?”

“I was always yours. Always will be.”

“Then get on the bed kitten, you know how I like you.”

**

Heather dropped her head into her empty hand, running it over her face as she tried to ignore the images that were flashing through her brain. She glanced back through the bedroom window, watching you for a moment as you slept peacefully, completely unaware to her panic. She let out a heavy sigh, dropping into one of the patio chairs, picking up the mini bottle of liquor and downing the rest of it. She wondered what time it was, there were a few rooms in the neighbouring towers that had lights on already, figures moving slowly through them.

She sucked back on the cigarette again, squeezing her eyes shut tight, shaking her head again as she tried to separate the images burning in her brain from the memories of the night prior with you. It was almost like she could feel Nat’s touch on her body, it had always been more cautious than yours, more needy, timid. The sensation made her stomach churn and her skin itch and she wondered if she would be able to have a shower without waking you. Stubbing out the now finished smoke she pulled her phone from her pocket, shooting off a text to her therapist, letting out a whine of a swear when an automated message instantly replied, they were out of office until the fourth. Great.

She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, whether she was gaining the courage to go back inside, or simply trying to mentally escape for a bit was up to opinion. When she did glance over her shoulder into the bedroom again you’d shifted, curling into a little ball, the duvet wrapped tighter around you, no doubt cold from the lack of Heather in the bed and the cracked balcony door. She let out a little sigh, pushing herself up to face the music, closing the balcony door behind her. It was only when she returned back to the bedroom, pushing a stray strand of your hair off your face and your lips curved up into a subconscious smile that she felt herself wilt, a surge of guilt waving through her. In that moment she knew there was no way she could get back in that bed right now, a misting of tears snuck into her eyes and she disappeared into the bathroom to wash her face at the very least.

There was the tiniest amount of sun creeping through the horizon when she returned, barely lighting the room but enough for her to easily move around. She gathered the things she knew she needed, packing them back into her bag and collecting her purse and phone. It wasn’t that she was running, no, she’d leave you a note, make sure to text you later, she just needed to calm herself down and figure her shit out while she wasn’t trapped in a hotel room with you. Just as she leant over the bed to grab her phone charger she heard a grumble and winced, especially as you spoke.

“Why’re you up at the crack of dawn?” you slurred sleepily, burrowing into your pillow as you glanced up at her with half open eyes.

“I… got a work call about a client.” She blatantly lied, reaching out to caress the side of your face, leaning down to kiss your forehead, “you go back to sleep. I’ll text you as soon as I know anything.”

“Mmm…”

She was certain you were already asleep before she’d even finished her sentence, and honestly, she was thankful for that. True to her word, she shut the door to the bedroom, and dug through a drawer until she found the hotel stationary, leaving an overly detailed note for you before sneaking from the suite.

**

Rob double backed through the house to make sure the coffee machine was starting to brew before he whistled out to Steve to meet him at the front door. He always had to get the dog out first thing in the morning, and Steve would wake him up and remind him of that no matter whether it was a holiday or not. A quick jaunt around the block followed by breakfast, it was the only feasible way to start the day according to the dog. It took them both by surprise when Rob opened the door to find Heather sitting on the top step of his stairs, head buried in her hands.

“Heat…?”

“Oh god…” her head shot up as she sniffled, wiping a tear off her face and launching to standing before the dog could attempt to get into her lap, “sorry. I.. didn’t really know where else to go and then realized you’d probably still be asleep.”

“It’s freezing out here, how long have you been sitting there?”

“Not long.” She shrugged.

“Okay, well, get inside. Coffee just started.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He nodded, reaching out to her and guiding her into the house, much to the disdain of Steve who let out a little grumble and Rob laughed, “you can go play in the backyard.”

He fed the dog a treat and wandered down the hall to let him out, stopping in the kitchen to fill up two mugs of coffee. Returning to the front of the house he found Heather on one of the sofas, staring blankly into space,

“You look like crap.” He handed her a mug of coffee, settling on the couch opposite of her and she let out a scoff.

“Didn’t exactly get much sleep.”

“Which is why I’m curious as to why you’re in my living room at half past seven on New Year’s Day. I thought you had big plans with y/n this week?”

 “I did.” Heather let out a shaky breath, pausing for a sip of coffee, “and now I’ve gone and fucked it all up.”

“How so?” He gently prompted, waiting for her to be ready to unscramble the wires and get the words out. Though, Heather had had enough time on the porch to start to figure things out already, her hands tightly gripped around the coffee mug for warmth.

“I think something might have happened with Nat...and me…”

“Think?” Rob raised a brow, he knew she was probably very low on sleep, but even then she was always articulate and could form proper thoughts even on only a couple of hours, she’d always been that way, even in the days of law school studying on top of raising two kids.

“It doesn’t make sense, I know.” Heather sniffled again, looking up at him, “but it felt so fucking real. It was so detailed, I could feel her hands, I could hear her voice… it was like she was right there.”

“Heat…” Rob started with a smile on his cheeks, “are you freaked out right now because you had a sex dream about Nat?”

“What if it wasn’t just a dream?” She replied, “it was so vivid, it was like it was memories, not my brain playing a cruel trick on me.”

“You do remember that you’ve slept with Nat in the past, right?”

“I’m worried about the night between Thanksgiving and Christmas.” She wearily snapped, “y/n needed time, I was freaked out. I drank too much, I blacked out. This dream… tonight… it wasn’t just a memory of Nat and I’s past; it was happening when she was married… I’m scared that I…” she trailed off, wiping away at a stray tear. Surprisingly to her, Rob let out a small laugh, his hand reaching out to squeeze at her knee.

“You called Becca that night.” He assured her, his hand staying on her leg as he spoke, “she stayed with you until you passed out and slept in the guest room. You would’ve gotten quite the earful from her if Nat had been anywhere near your house. Besides… do you really think you’d be alive to have this conversation if you’d slept with Nat nearly a month ago?” Heather finally chuckled at that, glancing up at him.

“No. No I wouldn’t.” she sighed heavily, running her hands over her face and pushing a few stray hairs back, “I just…I don’t understand this? Why is Nat the one in my dreams when y/n’s the one actually in the bed? The one I actually care about.”

“Well…” Rob pondered for a moment over a sip of coffee, “could be that you’ve seen Nat recently, and in a more personal environment. You had some kind of conversation at Christmas, maybe having everyone around triggered something?”

“I dunno…” she sighed heavily, the caffeine slowly waking her up the best it could as she realized some new reasons that her subconscious might have pulled Nat into a dream. “Oh god….” Her head dropped into her hand.

“What?” He asked with a small laugh, leaning back into the sofa.

“We were at The Conrad.” She muttered without looking up, “I took her shopping beforehand, paid for her dress… among other things…”

“Didn’t you used to have a standing reservation at The Conrad?”

“What do you think I was using it for?” She deadpanned looking up at him again, scowling at the grin on his face.  “Things got… a little spicier than normal…” she murmured over the rim of her coffee, her cheeks heating as she glanced across the room, “things we hadn’t indulged in before that I had with Nat…”

“Heat you do remember I’ve read a good chunk of the contracts you had with your sugar babies, right? You don’t have to censor too heavily; I already know what you’re into.”

“Oh god!” She winced, her face scrunching as her coffee mug found a new home on the table, “I shouldn’t be talking to you about this!” She moved to stand but Rob was faster, hands on her shoulders gently pushing her back down onto the couch as he settled beside her.

“Heat, it’s fine.”

“No it’s not!” She huffed, “here I am whining to you about cheating on my girlfriend in a fucking dream, terrified I’ve fucked everything else meanwhile I cheated on you for years with no remorse --Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because you freaking out over a dream is showing just how much progress you’ve made. And the realization and fact that you now have remorse shows me that you’ve been constantly working. The Heather from six years ago wouldn’t have given a shit about a dream.”

“You need to stop hanging out with so many shrinks.” She grumbled and Rob barked out a laugh.

“Not the first time I’ve heard that this week.”

There was a little pause, one where Heather buried her face in her hands once again, her back suddenly shuddering with a heavy sigh and Rob reached out, rubbing gently at it.

“I don’t think I can do this…” She admitted in a whisper and he stayed silent, just rubbing at her back, “I’m not cut out for this. I’ve destroyed every single relationship I’ve ever had.” She sniffled, wiping at a few tears as her head turned to look over at Rob, “I was so scared that she was going to walk away after Christmas, after she finally knew everything and met everyone, but she didn’t. She’s so fucking gracious and understanding and accepting. I would do anything for her, it makes me sick to my stomach.” Rob couldn’t help the laugh at that, “what?” She nearly snapped.

“You want my honest opinion Heat?” She nodded, wiping away another tear, “you’ve got absolutely nothing to worry about.”

“How so?”

“Because it sounds like you’re in love.” He felt her tense under his hand, instantly distracting herself with her coffee and he let out a small sigh.

“Then why am I worried constantly?”

“Because you don’t want to have to go through this world without her. Think about the moments you’re not worried, when you spot her across the room and all you want to do is show her off, show everyone the person who chooses you, who you choose in return. I watched the two of you at Christmas, and there’s little to no doubt in my mind… you guys have been together for a good while, have you really not talked about this?”

“No.” Heather sighed, “I guess I’ve been avoiding it and she knew to take things pretty slow.” She took another sip of coffee, “is.. is this really what love feels like? That stupid, cliché butterflies in the stomach, feeling like your entire body’s all warm and fuzzy when you look at them?”

“When you think of your future, what do you see?”

“Her…” she replied nearly instantly, “it’s all her.”

“Then yeah…. That’s definitely what love feels like.”

“You really do need to stop hanging out with so many shrinks.”

“I took a couple of classes recently to help at the center.” He shrugged, leaning in to wrap an arm around Heather’s shoulders for a little squeeze, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “how ya feeling now?”

“Exhausted.” She admitted with a sigh.

“Well, head back to the hotel before she wakes up.”

“I can’t.” She huffed, “I told her I had a client, a work thing. Left her a note saying I might be back I might not, to take advantage of room service.”

“Okay well if you’re too freaked out to see her today, take a guest room.” He nodded toward the stairs, “first door on your left if you go up, right if you go down. I’ve got a grumpy dog who needs his walk.”

“Fine.” Heather let out a sigh, pushing up from the couch, watching as he started down the hallway, “Rob?” she called after him and he turned around, soft smile on his face.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

**

Across town you let out a little groan, rolling over in the bed and stretching out your body, wincing slightly as it was sore in places you’d never been sore before. The skin of your neck was rather tender and you knew it wasn’t from sleeping on it wrong, ever so thankful you had five days before you had to be back at work, hoping the hickey would be healed by then. You let out a huff when your arm hit empty bed as you starfish-ed across the mattress. You barely remembered Heather saying she was leaving, but the memory was there, so it was either a very vivid dream, or work had stolen her away for an indefinite amount of time.

Rolling over you checked the time, it was just past eleven, a post it note stuck to the alarm clock mentioning that brunch would be coming by at eleven-thirty and you figured you should get in the shower before it got here.  In the meantime, you made a quick call to housekeeping to get the sheets changed, which they did while you were tucked away in the bathroom. You were incredibly thankful for Heather packing a bag of cozy clothes for you, tugging on a pair of pj shorts, tank and a hoodie you’d stolen from her college days.

Padding out to the main part of the suite you weren’t surprised at the array of food left for you, especially if Heather had planned on being there as well. You spotted the note as you were inspecting the breakfast items, plucking a piece of bacon as your other hand picked up the piece of paper.

‘Sweetheart, I’m so incredibly sorry that our week had to be cut short. I was so looking forward to it and everything involved. I’m more than thankful for you wanting to spend Christmas and the holidays with me and my family, it truly means the world. I hope you’ll be able to understand. The suite is booked until the fifth, and please, take advantage of any in room services, all the room service, anything from the mini bar, and even an in room spa treatment or massage will be covered, and you deserve it. I’ll do my best to deal with this work and I really want to get back to see you but I’m not sure if I will. Please don’t hate me for it, happy new year. -H.’

Your cheeks curved into a small smile, hoping that she would be back before you knew it, but you also knew her job. So you looked through the breakfast platters, selecting one of eggs benedict and one with pancakes topped with fruit, snagging the mimosa before you climbed back in the bed for a day of tv binging and naps. As you finished, you picked up your phone,

‘Thank you for breakfast. It was delicious and enough to last three days. I hope to see you soon and that work isn’t too crazy considering it’s the holidays. Miss you already.’

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[malfoysstilinski]

mirror pics | draco malfoy smut

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: based on a tiktok. draco has other ideas for some poses for your instagram feed.

warnings: unprotected sex, cum-play/breeding kink, fingering, slight mirror sex, praise, choking kink if you squint

a/n: i saw a tiktok of a girl talking about this and i knew i had to write it straight away.

“Draco, please can you take this picture for me?”

The blond glanced up from where he was scrolling on his phone, his back against the headboard of his bed. You were standing in the full length mirror, adjusting the white tennis skirt that you were wearing. His eyes trailed up and down your figure, darkening. Draco sat up, crawling off of the bed to accept your phone.

“What happened to only relying on Pansy for your Instagram photos?” Draco asked, fiddling around until he found your camera app, swiping it open.

“Pansy’s busy,” you replied, moving to stand by the huge windows inside his childhood bedroom and fiddling with your hair so that it fell perfectly. “Besides, you’re not too bad at taking pictures. Just be honest with me rather than saying ‘everything looks good.’”

“But everything does look good on you,” Draco insisted, causing you to roll your eyes and smile as he raised the phone once again.

You changed poses every few seconds as he snapped away photos of you, his grey eyes straining in concentration and his lips slightly pursed. You giggled a little at his expression, causing him to glance up from the screen and smile.

“What?” Draco huffed.

“You,” you replied, “You look so cute when you pull that face.”

“Cute?” Draco huffed, “I prefer hot.”

You raised a brow at him, a small smirk on your face. “Well, you’re both, of course.”

“Hmm, am I?” Draco lowered the phone. “Tell me more.”

Instead of replying, you moved forwards and wrapped your arms around him, tugging him down so that your lips met in the middle. Draco grinned against you, your phone falling onto the bed nearby as he grabbed you by the hips, tugging you as close as humanly possible. You hummed, feeling his tongue gently swipe across your bottom lip.

“I would love to tell you more, but I have pictures I need to take,” you whispered against him.

Draco groaned in annoyance, his hand sliding down your back and reaching to grab at your ass. You squeaked in surprise, his thigh moving between your legs and parting them. You were pinned against the post of his large bed, silver eyes looking down at you, glinting mischievously.

“I think we can easily do both,” he murmured.

Excitement swirled inside you and your underwear dampened as Draco’s hand moved underneath your skirt. He removed his thigh, your legs remaining parted for him as he hooked a slender finger through the waistband, tugging it down. Your head fell into his chest, pants escaping your body.

“Draco,” you whimpered, feeling as though your body could collapse against him.

Draco supported you with his other hand, the hand in her underwear dipping down into her folds and finding that she was soaking wet. He groaned in approval and spread her slick across her, adoring the way that you gripped his arms tightly.

Draco’s bicep bulged as he dragged his finger from your entrance to your clit. He began to rub it at an agonisingly slow pace, listening to the shallow breaths that escaped you. Your forehead was against his chest still, so he gently grabbed your neck and forced you away.

“Nuh-uh,” Draco murmured, not stopping the actions on her swelling bud. “I wanna see your pretty face, Y/N. Wanna watch the way you look when I bring you to the edge.”

“Please, Draco,” you nodded eagerly, feeling the thumb of the hand he had wrapped around your neck begin to trace your jawline.

The blond boy quickened his movements on your clit, his other thumb slipping into your mouth. He nearly moaned when you started to suck around him, your eyes bleary. He rubbed at your bud before he pressed his fingers against your entrance again. Finding you more wet than before, he pushed his middle finger inside of you, watching the way you faltered against him, his thumb retracting from your mouth. He brushed the spit across your skin until he had a hold on your neck again.

"You want another one?" Draco asked, sliding in and out of you with ease.

"Yes, yes," you nodded quickly, your words failing you for a moment or two. "Please, more. Inside me."

"Anything you ask, princess," Draco breathed against your ear as he slid another finger inside of your hole.

You already felt so tight around him, your eyes flickering shut as you squeezed his digits unintentionally. Draco worked to scissor you open better, fingers rubbing your walls and thrusting in and out slowly. Pants were falling from your lips and pretty soon he was adding a third finger and you were gasping, hands slinging behind his neck. Draco let you fall into him for a moment or two, feeling your legs shake beneath you.

His hand was back around your neck as he pushed you against his bed post.

"Eyes on me," Draco instructed.

He began to thrust the three fingers even faster, much to your relief. You squealed when he hit the spot inside you that you loved, your hand reaching to grab his wrist wrapped around your neck.

"Faster," you begged. "Please, faster. Draco.."

And then, all at once, it was ripped unfairly away from you. Draco tugged his hand away from your dripping sex, a smirk on his face as he lifted his fingers up to slip into your mouth. You sucked your juices off of him eagerly, watching him smirk.

“C’mon, let’s get that photo you need,” he whispered.

“I don’t want a bloody photo anymore--”

Draco ignored you, picking up your phone from the bed. He swiped to find the camera again and then sat down on his bed, opposite the full length mirror. Much to your surprise, Draco unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his hard cock, swollen and leaking with precum. He glanced over at you, raising his brows.

“Are you coming or not?” He said.

In a mixture of excitement and confusion, you wandered over, only for a strong arm to be hooked around your waist as you were tugged onto his lap. You felt him adjust you before you were slowly sliding down onto his cock, gasps escaping both of you. Your head rolled back to land on his shoulder, your back pressed against your chest as Draco gave a couple of lazy thrusts up into you.

“So fucking tight for me,” he whispered against your ear.

You made a moan of agreement before Draco forced you to straighten up and reached around, shifting your skirt. You watched in the mirror as he made sure that you were covered and he lifted the phone. Your eyes widened when you realised what he was doing-- taking pictures of you sat on his cock, although nobody but the two of you would ever know. You managed to relax on him, your walls squeezing at his cock as he wrapped an arm around your waist and rested his head on your arm, his other hand taking the mirror pictures.

“Fuck, Draco,” you whispered, arousal making you wetter than you thought was possible.

He finished taking pictures and then tossed the phone behind him, grabbing you by the hips and driving you up and down on his cock. Your moans filled his bedroom, his fingertips digging into your flesh and his lips connecting with your neck to bite and nibble and suck. He felt huge inside of you, his cock hitting spots inside you that made you realise that this would be over in a matter of minutes.

Sure enough, you were cumming around him maybe three minutes later, his fingers lazily playing with your clit before he bit down onto your shoulder and came, his hot seed shooting deep inside of you. You moaned at the feeling, your eyes fluttering shut as he breathed against your arm, panting.

Soon, he lifted you from his lap and moved you around so you were bent over the bed. He watched his cum slip from your entrance, a groan leaving his lips. He grabbed your phone and took photos as he began to thrust his fingers into your pussy, shoving all of his seed back inside of you.

Then, he reached down to where your panties were around your ankles, and pulled them up to cover you again, pulling your skirt back down. He kissed your back where your oversized shirt had ridden up, his hands sliding up and down you as he pulled you to stand back up.

“You were so perfect for me,” he whispered, taking your lips into his again.

“Draco, Y/N, dinner!” Narcissa’s call made you jump.

“Great. You can sit down there like that,” Draco grinned mischievously, smacking your ass as you turned to leave the room.

Hours later, on your Instagram that night, were the pictures of you standing by Draco’s gothic-like bedroom windows, dressed in one of your favourite outfits and smiling.

On Draco’s Instagram, however, was a picture of you sitting on his lap, earning dozens of comments over how cute the two of you were-- but nobody would ever know what you were actually doing.

[quindolyn]

Yes, Sir || Remus Lupin

Request: If you’re comfortable writing it could you maybe write a Remus smut where he’s really playing into a size kink and just man handling and throwing you where he wants you? -anon

Word Count: 4410

Notes: Agh! This is my first time writing full fledged smut, I hope you enjoy it. @st0nesnglitter proof read it for me, I couldn’t bring myself to read it again so I attribute all errors to her 

Warnings: Smut, degradtion, size kink, thigh riding, sir kink, professor/student relationship, poorly written, openended cop out

Masterlist

You were lying on your stomach, sprawled along Remus’ king size, four poster bed, face pressed up against a random book you’d plucked from his extensive collection, most of which appeared to have been swiped from the library during his time at Hogwarts. You were sure the book was interesting enough but you could barely focus on it, you’d been waiting for Remus in his bedroom for at least a few hours whilst he was downstairs in his office finishing up grading assignments from his 4th years. 

But it was getting late, and you wanted Remmy. Not allowing yourself to talk yourself out of what you were about to do you pushed your body off the plush mattress, not bothering to straighten out the bedding, if things went your way it’d be in vain.

You took a double take as you passed the floor length mirror. Examining your appearance you noticed your hair was mussed from lounging about his bed trying to find a comfortable reading position. Your uniform shirt was rolled up to your elbows with the top couple of buttons undone to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage accompanied by a glimpse of the white lace of your bra. Your skirt had ridden up dangerously high, the white material of your panties peeking out from the hem of the pretty much useless piece of clothing. You’d already abandoned your thigh highs, leaving your legs enticingly bare. A smirk graced your face as you pulled your skirt up even higher before continuing out the door, down the spiral staircase to your boyfriend’s office.

“Remus?” You rapped your knuckles against the heavy oak of the door.

You were met by the deep, honey like voice of your boyfriend, “Come in.”

Pushing the door open you took in the visual of Remus hunched over at his desk, the sleeves of his button up rolled similarly to yours as he ran a calloused hand through his hair. His desk covered in papers, his hand fiddling with his quill as his lips moved silently as he read. He hadn’t realized who was at his door until he lifted his head, scratching one final note onto the paper.

“Puppy?” He quirked an eyebrow, “I thought you were upstairs, are you going back to your dorm already? M’almost done I promise, just a couple left.”

“Not going back, just wanted to see you. Been waiting too long.”

He motioned you over with a crook of his finger, pushing his chair out from the desk, patting his thigh for you to sit on, “There you go Puppy, get comfortable.” His hands found their place on your waist, helping you settle on his thigh, allowing them to wander up and down your sides, squeezing your waist and hips. “Was my Puppy getting impatient, waiting for me upstairs?”

You nodded in response, your breath hitching as his fingers found their way to the waistband of your skirt, “Are these not fitting you anymore Poppet? Do we need to get you new ones?”

“No Sir,” You mewled, shivering as one hand left your waist band, instead finding their way to the hem of the skirt, now resting on the uppermost part of your thighs.

Remus let out a disagreeing hum, resting his chin on your shoulder, looking over your shoulder to watch his fingers play with the material of your skirt. “You sure Puppy? Because I don’t think so, it's not covering anything, anyone could take a look at your pretty little arse in one of these.” He punctuated his remark by bringing his hand down against your thigh, with no skirt to soften the blow you tensed at the impact before he began massaging the sensitive area with the palm of his hand. 

“Just came from upstairs Sir, no one saw me,” You reasoned in a pathetic whine causing him to grip your jaw in his hands. 

“Did I ask for excuses Bunny?” He spat, turning your visage to face him, his usually bright, sparkling irises now dark, drowned in lust. You whined out, trying and failing to shake your head in his tight grip. “Can’t even answer me? Come on I know you can be a good girl for me, now did I ask for excuses?”

You gulped, “No.”

He tsked, “No who?”

“No Sir,” You corrected yourself, feeling your panties begin to flood at his mocking behavior. 

Satisfied, he let go of your face, taking your hand in his so that your palms were pressed together highlighting the length of his fingers as they dwarfed yours. “Good girl, now was that so hard.”

“No, Sir,” You responded obediently.

His lack of response made you nervous, knowing he was plotting something probably devious. You knew you were right when you felt his lips on your neck, planting sloppy, open mouthed kisses on the delicate flesh that resided there. Your attempts to suppress your whimpers were in vain as he sunk his teeth into the side of your neck, leaving purple marks in his wake.

“Such pretty noises,” He murmured and from the sound of his voice you could tell he his lips were pulled into a gentle smile. Your breath hitched as his hands found their way to your thighs, gripping them tightly as he planted a kiss on one of the blossoming bruises on your neck. “Such pretty noises from such a pretty slut.”

You threw your head back onto his shoulder as small waves of pleasure rippled through your body, reveling in the feeling of his hands on your body.

“Alright pup, let’s get up okay?” It took you a second to truly digest his words resulting in him leaving a gentle, but firm tap against your hip to which you scrambled up to obey him, turning so that you were facing him where he was lounging in his chair. You couldn’t help but shift from foot to foot as his eyes roamed your body, taking in each detail of your appearance, grinning like an idiot when he went to the hem of your skirt, which really was useless now, completely bunched up at your waist.

“Can you take your shirt off for me?” He asked in a cloying tone of voice, almost as one would speak to a child when asking them to perform a difficult task.

Enthusiastically nodding your head you started on the button resting right between your cleavage, the work you made in your efforts was miniscule as it took more than a minute for you to undo the top button with your shaky hands and already cloudy mind not assisting in your efforts.

You felt yourself get increasingly frustrated as you failed to get a solid grip on the next button, the plastic evading your struggling fingertips. “You having trouble there bunny?” Remus’ deep baritone sounded from his chair, you lifted your face from staring intently at your shirt to Remus’, his amusement at your being unable to perform such a simple task evident on his face. 

“S’not my fault,” You complained, “Buttons are just so fuckin slippery!” You were exasperated, this shouldn’t be taking you this long.

“What was that?” All signs of previous amusement vanished from his voice, nearly taking you out at the knees as your soft, pleading eyes met his. He was fuming and it wasn’t until he spoke next that you realized why. “Did I say you could fucking swear you slut?” His voice was cold as his posture straightened itself out.

“No,” He said, not giving you the opportunity to respond for yourself, “I didn’t. I expected you to be my good little girl, didn’t think that was unreasonable, usually so obedient for me.”

“M’sorry,” You pleaded, your hands continuing to struggle with the small buttons, “Didn’t mean to break the rules Sir, just frustrated.”

“Did I say you could talk at all?” He spat, “No, I didn’t now stop breaking the rules, don’t want you to apologize, just want you to be good for me. Now come over here and let me help you with your shirt, fucking pathetic aren’t you?”

Knowing the question was rhetorical you didn’t bother responding, instead just taking the invitation to inch yourself towards Remus until you were standing between his open legs, your fingers still shaking, not yet having abandoned the buttons you’d failed to undo.

“Your hands are so small,” Remus mused, lifting one of his to pry yours away from the material of your shirt, “How do you even get things done with these little things, oh right,” He tightened his grip on you, “You don’t. Need me to take care of everything for you, can’t even take off your shirt. S’that right baby?”

“Yes Sir,” You murmured.

“Let’s get this off of you,” It took him half the time to undo the rest of the buttons and get the shirt off you that it took you to undo one button. Remus’ pants got considerably tighter taking in your appearance, your breasts clad in his favorite color on you. 

“I’d ask you to take off your skirt too but you need my help with that too don’t you puppy?”

You were quick to nod, desperately wanting to be naked as soon as possible knowing that the sooner Remus had access to your cunt the sooner you’d be feeling good. 

Opposite to the civil, careful approach he took in ridding you of your shirt, Remus quite literally tore your skirt from your waist, leaving your skin stinging at the aggression of his act. A blush creeped up your neck as your cunt pulsed at his action, watching him inspect the ruined material.

“How can you even wear something this small? It's so small, so short. What does it even cover? I wouldn’t even fit one of my thighs.” Ironically he took the time to carefully fold the skirt and set it on his desk before pulling you even closer to his body by your waist as if you weighed nothing. He splayed his hand out against your lower stomach, frowning as he watched the skin of your belly disappear underneath it. 

“So much prettier when I can see my cock inside of it, it's practically half your size puppy.” 

“Want your cock Sir, please give me your cock,” You pleaded shamelessly, gripping at his forearms.

“Beg,” He ordered simply and unwaveringly.

Not missing a beat you did exactly as he asked, and you begged, “Please Sir, please give me your cock, I need your cock. Feel so empty without it. Please Sir, make me feel good. I’ve been a good girl I promise.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me would you bunny?”

“No Sir, I would never lie to you.”

“Good,” He nodded approvingly before swiftly pulling you down so that you were on your knees before him, “You look so pretty on your knees, so easy to get you there for me, so obedient,” He murmured affectionately brushing a finger delicately across your cheekbone which already felt warm erupted into flame at his touch.

Wordlessly he started on undoing his belt, the distinct clink of the metal sending shockwaves through your body, your mouth began watering as he undid his zipper, pulling both his trousers and boxers down slowly, allowing his hardening cock to spring out against his stomach. 

You began to reach for his cock but quickly stopped yourself, looking up at him, blinking owlishly, “Sir, may I touch your cock?”

“Go ahead Puppy.”

As soon as he granted you permission you were on your calves, kneeling forward to take his cock in your hand which barely wrapped all the way around it, your fingertips only brushing each other as you pumped your hand up and down on his member. 

“Maybe your hands are good for something,” Remus growled, “So tiny but they can still pump cock can’t they?” His harsh words were contrasted by his delicate touch as he brushed hair from your perspiring forehead. Then threading his long, slender fingers through your hair they anchored themselves at the back of your head, using his leverage he tilted your head upwards to make eye contact. “You gonna wrap those pretty lips around my cock Princess? Make me feel good?”

Your answer came as you leaned forward, his hand not even needing to guide you into motion. You peaked just the tip of your tongue out between your teeth to kitten lick the head of his cock, lapping over the slit feeling the grip on the back of your head tighten.

“Don’t tease me Puppy,” He warned lowly.

Taking his threat at face value you licked a broad stripe up the underside of his cock, tracing a distinct vein that thrummed under your oral muscle. Breathing in deeply you sucked the tip of his cock in between your lips, looking up at him you saw his eyes clenched closed as he tried to refrain from bucking his hips up into your mouth. 

Working the entirety of his cock into your mouth you gagged as he hit the back of your throat, seeing that you were only half way down his now completely engorged member you willed your gag reflex to not get in the way of your mission as you forced him further down your throat. Feeling a few tears run down your face you wrapped your hands around the few inches that you couldn’t quite fit, working them up and down the sensitive, exposed skin.

“Such a good puppy,” He praised, “Taking my cock so far down your throat, can see it bulging in your throat. See,” He reached out, tracing his outline down your neck, “Right there, such a good little thing taking me in your mouth.”

As you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, hollowing your cheeks Remus let out a pornographic moan, god you loved when he was vocal. The sounds of his groans and grunts spurred you on, daring you to take him deeper into your mouth until your nose was finally nestled in his happy trail, brushing against his pubic bone, saliva making a mess of your lower face.

“Gonna cum Puppy, gonna cum down your throat, and you’re gonna swallow it all up for me like a good girl.”

He was right, he was about to cum and you could feel his balls starting to tighten, wanting to get him there you moaned around his cock which was still resting deep in your throat, his movements chafing your vocal cords. 

The vibrations of your moan sent Remus over the edge, causing him to buck uncontrollably into your mouth, triggering the gag reflex you’d been able to keep dormant up until then. As he came he let out a string of curses, allowing his head to tip backwards and rest languidly against the back of his chair.

You kept his cock in your mouth, swallowing each strand of cum he shot down your throat until he removed himself from you and letting his dick hang lazily in between his legs as he leaned down, melding his lips with yours.

“Did I make you feel good Sir, did I satisfy you?” 

He let out a dry laugh, nodding his head slowly as he already began to recover from his orgasm. “Yes, puppy, made me feel really good.” To your bewilderment he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before turning his chair back towards his desk, leaving you, mouth agape, trying to figure out what to say. He wasn’t really going to leave you like this, was he?

You were too confused to notice the subtle smirk pulling at his lips, he knew exactly what he was doing. He really did want to make you feel good, you’d made him feel so amazing just moments earlier and he wanted to reward you for that. But he was going to make you ask, like the good girl he knew you were.

“Yes, bunny?” He lilted, picking up his quill and dipping it into his pot of ink.

“I-I thought you were going to make me feel good Sir?” You asked, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for release.

“Is that how we ask, bunny?”

“No, Sir, I’m sorry. Please make me feel good,” You corrected yourself.

“That’s better,” He murmured approvingly, pushing his chair back out from his desk where he abandoned his quill, smearing ink on a random paper.

With a flick of his wrist you were getting up off your knees, standing submissively before him, you could now feel your slick on the inside of your thighs.

“Over here Poppet, on my thigh.” He helped you straddle his bare thigh, causing you to gasp at the mere sensation of him between your legs.

“You wanna cum? Then you can cum on my thigh while I finish up these papers, then when I’m done, if you’ve been a good girl I’ll fuck your little pussy.”

“O-okay Sir,” You nodded, beginning to thrust yourself against his thigh, the ridges rubbing deliciously against your soaked clit. It practically killed you as he went back to his work, the sound of his quill scratching against parchment nothing compared to the sound of his grunts as he destroyed your cunt. 

Remembering what was promised to you if you were a good girl and got yourself off on his thigh, you got back to work. Dragging your clit up and down his leg, you tortured yourself, not letting you go as fast as you desperately wanted to, knowing you’d get teased for being so needy and desperate. 

Throwing your arms around his neck you picked up your pace and feeling pleasure boil in the pit of your belly you tried to suppress a moan, knowing that good girls wouldn’t distract their Sirs while they tried to do work while at the same time letting their sluts get off. But despite your best efforts a soft moan escaped your red, swollen lips. 

“Keep quiet slut,” Remus scolded, the sound of quill to parchment not even pausing as he spoke to you, “Or you won’t get your reward.”

It was fate that you managed to remain quiet as you more closely approached your orgasm, you were so close the pleasure boiling in your stomach had you twitching as you shamelessly thrusted into Remus’ thigh, giving up on any pretenses of self control. You reached down to rub at your clit, desperate to tip over the edge of pleasure you were currently tip-toeing, but even while multitasking Remus was still the most observant person you’d ever met. Catching your hand before it ever made its way to your clit he squeezed it harshly.

“You know better than to touch what’s mine without asking Princess, come on slut, get yourself off on my thigh. You’re close, don’t even try to deny it.”

There was no correcting him as your climax washed over you at his command, sinking your teeth into his still clothed shoulder to muffle your scream as waves of pleasure crested through you, leaving you a shaking mess as cunt pulsed around nothing, still painfully empty.

You sighed, throwing your head onto Remus’ shoulder as he finally dropped his quill again and rested his hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly until coming to the clasp of your bra, expertly undoing it with one hand while the other anchored itself in your hair, pulling your head back to look you in the eyes.

“Aw, puppy don’t tell me you’re too fucked out already? Haven’t even given you my cock yet.”

“No, no Sir, m’not done, I can take more, I need more, please.” You begged unabashedly. 

That was all Remus needed before hooking his hands underneath your thighs and lifting you up into his arms. Shifting your weight to one arm he used the other to swipe the contents of his desk onto the floor, paying the sound of shattering glass no mind as he dropped you onto the desk. Your clothed bum hitting the unforgiving wood.

“Look at you,” Remus murmured, leaning back to take in your appearance, bare tits on display for him, legs clenched together hiding your closed pussy from his view. Sliding his hands between your closed legs he forced them apart, you putting up no resistance making it an easy feat for the werewolf. 

A simper graced his lips, now being able to take in the view of your clit, partially visible through the soaked material of your white panties. 

“So wet,” He mocked, reaching out a single finger to gently massage your clit, “So wet and I haven’t even touched you. How pathetic.”

Without warning, just as he did with your skirt, he tore your panties off your body, slightly less impressive now that you’d already seen him do it with much more substantial fabric, but still enough to send another gush of wetness to your cunt.

Lifting your bum up from the desk you allowed him to slip the waste of fabric out from beneath you. 

“You want me to fuck your cunt now puppy? You want my cock in you?” He taunted, pumping his hand up and down his cock, appraising your body, smiling as he took in his favorite sight in the world.

“Yes please Sir, need your cock, feel so empty without.”

“Course you do,” Quicker than you could comprehend what was happening Remus had abandoned his cock and instead had flipped you around so that your waist up pressed against the worn wood of the desk. You were forced to support yourself on your forearms as your legs dangled uselessly in the air, toes barely grazing the floor of his office. A chuckle in Remus’ low baritone sounded through the room, “So small your feet can’t even reach the floor, how adorable,” He accentuated his point with a slap to your arse, causing you to jolt forward.

“Sir,” You whined, “Please, I need you.”

“You think this little cunt can take my cock? So small, I might just break it.” He mused, pushing his index finger into you, smiling when your walls clenched around him. 

“No Sir, I promise I can take it. I’ve taken it before.”

“That you have Poppet,” He agreed, positioning himself behind you, you gasped, feeling the head of his cock trace your clit before he pushed the entirety of his length into your quivering hole, watching as you greedily sucked in all 9 inches of him.

“Fuck!” You swore, Remus’ rule slipping your mind as you lost yourself in pleasure.

“Don’t be a naughty whore (Y/N),” He warned, “Told you not to swear, didn’t I?” He questioned as he began to thrust into you unforgivingly, gripping your hips to stabilize you on the desk as without it you were uselessly sliding against the desk.

“I’m sorry!” You screamed as pleasure began to overwhelm you, with so little break between your last orgasm and the current ministrations on your pussy you were a whimpering mess.

“You should be,” He growled, leaning over you, bracing himself on his forearms to whisper in your year, “M’so good to you, least you could do is follow my rules. They’re not that strict.”

“They’re not!” You agreed as the new position allowed him to hit a new place inside you, intensifying your pleasure tenfold, if that was even possible at this point.

Gripping your hips and lifting them up slightly Remus increased his bruising pace, the combined sensations of his cock inside of you, his balls slapping against your clit, and you upper body rubbing against the desk had your eyes rolling back in your head as the pleasure began to overwhelm you.

At this point you were being fucked so thoroughly and ruthlessly that your feet weren’t even grazing the floor anymore, instead they were limp, hitting against the front of Remus’ desk as he supported your weight in his hands.

Remus was able to stretch you out like no one ever had before, to the point where pleasure bordered pain and the line between the two blurred to the point where you weren’t even sure if you knew what day of the week it was.

“What a little slut, if anyone came in right now they’d see you getting fucked by your professor,” You moaned at Remus’ filthy words which went directly to your cunt. “You’d like that though, my little exhibitionist.” Another smack to your bum was delivered as Remus lifted your lips even further into the air to reach new depths inside you. “Always so hungry for my cock aren’t you? Can’t go a single day without me filling this cunt of yours, can you?”

Your response was swallowed by a moan as Remus sped up his thrusts as his cock started to twitch inside you, causing you to clench your pussy around him.

“I’m close Sir, may I cum?” You pleaded, your voice shaking with the effort it was taking you to keep your orgasm at bay. 

“No,” He commanded through gritted teeth, “You’re not gonna cum until I say you can.”

“Ye-es, Sir.”

Remus growled as his thrusts stuttered, cumming inside you, rope after rope of thick cum painting your walls in his release. He stayed there inside you, leaning over you, your back pressed to his chest until he caught his breath. 

Pulling out of you he smiled, watching his cum drip from your cunt, “So pretty,” he murmured pushing a finger inside you and with it his release. 

“S-Sir?” You stuttered, not daring to move from your position until he said you could.

“Yes Puppy?”

“I didn’t cum.”

“You think I didn’t notice that? I’m not daft,” He shoved two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out viciously before completely pulling them out of your hole causing a pathetic whimper to escape your lips at the empty feeling that settled in the pit of your stomach where your pleasure still simmered.

“Feel so empty without something in there don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Get yourself up to my bedroom and when I get up there after I finish these last few papers I’ll make you cum over and over again Puppy.” With a light swat to your bum he zipped himself back into his pants but you were too desperate to move. “Now, before I change my mind.”

That got you up off his desk, darting up the stairs to his room where you laid dutifully on his bed, waiting for his arrival.

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i'd beg you on my knees

summary: you loved sirius's fingers, but there's something you craved more.

warnings: oral sex (male receiver), daddy kink, a bit of religious imagery (you know how it is), a bit of spitting, mentions of throat training and finger sucking, i think that's it?

word count: 2.5k

a/n: as a celebration for passing my chemistry final and 300 followers, here is the second part to the sirius corrupting you series :)

ps: i know those look like feminine hands, but pretend they are sirius’s okay i spent 2 hours looking for something to use and that’s the best i got

you couldn’t stop staring at his hands.

you had always loved them. they were big, always completely encasing your smaller ones, and full of rings, some of which you made yourself. the skin on his palm and finger pads was a bit rough, a consequence of years of holding a bat to hit the bludgers away from his teammates. but there was still a slight delicate appearance to them, courtesy of the black family genes which, despite years of slight inbreeding, somehow still managed to make some of the most attractive people in the wizarding world.

you loved the way they felt against the small of your back or your waist, always letting some warmth seep through the fabric of your clothes. you loved the way they cupped your cheeks before he leant down to kiss you, slightly squishing your cheeks and puckering your lips for him. but ever since that afternoon a few days ago, you adored the way they felt in your mouth.

you tried to be subtle, you really did, but it was impossible to stop staring at them. you couldn’t forget the weight of his fingers on your tongue nor the way they hit the back of your throat. the feeling of having them in your mouth brought a strange sense of comfort to you, it was like having a piece of him always inside you.

and sirius noticed. of course he did, you were one of the only things he deemed important enough to pay attention to, followed by the phases of the moon and any updates on the 5-year plan james had made to woo lily evans. and because he liked seeing your glazed over eyes and heating cheeks when he caught you staring, he started to show them off on purpose.

he started to talk with more hand movements, followed by always playing with any stray hairs around your face. he started to use his thumb to play with your bottom lip before kissing you, almost giving you what you wanted but then taking it away from you.

he caved in when he saw how truly needy you were for them. the teary eyes and little whines you made every time he pulled them away from your mouth were almost enough to make him hard, so he allowed you to suck on them every now and then. he watched attentively as you slightly hollowed your cheeks when he used both his pointer and middle fingers, sometimes trying to get as much of them inside you as possible.

so he started to push your limits, drawing circles against the back of your tongue before he pushed them further, not warning you before they entered your cavity, yearning to hear what other pretty sounds you could do besides moaning and whining. you had gagged violently the first time he did it, and you looked at him confused at the sudden intrusion, “remember the first time you sucked on them? remember what you wanted them to be?” you nodded slowly, embarrassed that he could recall how much you wanted other parts of him inside you. “I gotta stretch your little throat, bunny. gotta get you all ready for my cock.”

and that was that. the following days were spent with you either on his lap or on your knees in front of him, long and thick fingers prodding the back of your throat constantly until it only took you less than five minutes to get used to the feeling of something residing in it. sirius never let up, even if you had some tears in your eyes caused by the intrusion, always giving you new learning material: breath through your nose, relax your throat, open your mouth wide. his instructions ran through your brain every day, an urgent need to remember them controlling your thoughts.

and that’s how you were now, on your knees in front of him like a repentant while sirius sat on the edge of the mattress, mouth wide open as you waited eagerly for his fingers. you watched, intrigued, as his mandible moved around almost like he was collecting something. your unvoiced question was answered when his face came close to yours, his hand tangling itself in your hair to tilt it upwards, and then his spit was dribbling onto your pink tongue.

the sight of him spitting into your mouth sent a thrum of pleasure to your core. “swallow,” he said, leaving no room for disobedience. You followed his command, letting it fall down your throat as if it were your forbidden fruit, and once you opened your mouth again his fingers went in, immediately pressing on your tongue. you swirled your tongue around them, covering them in your saliva before he started to push them further. you only gagged a little, the previous lessons having already prepared you.

he let you suck on them a bit longer before removing them, watching as your hands scrambled to his wrist to keep them close. he shook his head, chuckling in amusement, “you needy thing.” he patted your head, “I think you are ready for my cock, angel, do you want it?”

you opened your eyes wide, looking like a kid in a candy shop. “yes, please!” your voice was a bit hoarse, “wanna make you feel good like you made me feel the other day, siri.” the smirk he wore on his lips when he heard your eager ‘yes’ fell into an honest smile, “oh I bet you’ll make me feel better than that, bunny.”

you watched from your position on the hardwood floor as he rose to his feet, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down. he let his jeans fall to the floor, now only clad in his underwear that would soon meet the same fate and you wiggled, eager to finally see him. once he was completely naked he sat back on the bed, spreading his legs so you could kneel comfortably between them. he was already a bit hard, courtesy of the image of you suckling on his fingers so needily, but he still needed a little push before he was ready for you.

you were entranced by him, this being the first time you ever saw someone other than yourself completely naked. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and you could see the slight ripples of muscle on his abdomen and the stray tattoos that adorned his skin here and there. he had a few scars, some of them caused by his parents' punishments and others from a few accidents during the full moon, but he was still absolutely beautiful.

and then your eyes fell lower, down the happy trail of hair that led to what you had been craving since that fateful tuesday afternoon. it was big, even though you had never seen another cock you couldn’t deny its length. there was a vein on one side that stood out a bit, and the tip was a bit red and something shiny was coating it. “can I please touch it, daddy?” you asked sweetly, wanting to remain on his good side.

the name had accidentally left your mouth a few days ago when you were suckling on his fingers. you were just so needy, so desperate for their weight on your tongue that your mind had started to feel fuzzy, and the nickname just slipped out.

your cheeks had resembled the heat of a fire, still sober enough to realize your mistake but when you saw the way his eyes had darkened and his grip on your waist tightened, you repeated it. he had cursed, voice low as his other hand cupped your cheek. “you want daddy’s fingers, hm?” he questioned, forcing you to tell him with your words what you wanted when you merely nodded. and that was a new lesson, ask for what you want and you were to only refer to him as daddy in private.

“go on, angel,” he said with a nod of his head. slowly, you moved one hand closer, still a bit hesitant with your movements. though eager to learn, you were still scared of doing something wrong and stop being his good girl as he had called you multiple times while he watched as you touched yourself for him. he would sit in a chair in front of the bed as he told you what to do and when to cum, and the rush of power he felt was extraordinary.

one finger traced the vein, the soft touch making sirius twitch. the skin was warm and actually pretty smooth, with a couple of ridges here and there. gently, you closed your hand around the base and moved it up and down, and sirius groaned. the soft touch drove him insane, your palm barely gripping him, “close your hand a bit more, puppy,” he instructed. you gripped him more tightly, “it won’t hurt you?” you asked.

sirius just smiled at your thoughtfulness, “no, baby, it’ll feel really good. just don’t add too much pressure as you did with your nipples the other day,” he slightly taunted. you blushed at his teasing, “didn’t mean to do that, daddy,” you grumbled and unknowingly thumbed at the slit of the tip, making him moan in pleasure. the sound was so heavenly in your ears that you did it again and again until one of his hands gripped your hair so you looked up at him.

“you’re teasing me now, bunny?” he said harshly, “that’s not how it works and you know it. d’ya want me to stop you from cumming again like I did yesterday?”

you shook your head quickly, or as much as you could with the grip on your hair, “no no, m’sorry, daddy, didn’t mean to.” but he just chuckled, an empty sound that wasn’t as nice as his previous moans. “oh, you didn’t mean to! like you didn’t mean to tug on your nipples. like you didn’t mean to wear that tiny skirt the other day. like you didn’t mean to cum without my permission three days ago.” he started to list all of your accidents, “is there anything you do mean, angel?” he asked harshly.

your lips slightly quivered at his tone, ashamed at making him angry when all you wanted was to please him. “I want to make you feel good, daddy! m’sorry, I promise I’ll be better. I’ll be your best girl.” you tried to convince him, and you really did mean it. all you wanted was to be good for him.

“well, then put my cock in your mouth and show me y’can be good.” with that, he moved your head closer towards him, and then slackened his grip. you looked at him while giving the tip a little kiss, then using your tongue to collect the pearly white liquid that had collected there. it tasted a bit funny, saltier than you remembered your own cum to taste, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. then, using the flat of your tongue, you moved along the length, using one hand to keep it straight.

sirius was biting his lip as he watched you, his little angel on her pretty knees about to suck him for the first time. after a few more teasing licks, you finally took him into your mouth, and the moan that escaped sirius was incredibly sinful. your mouth was so warm and so wet that the only other place sirius could ever possibly want to be in was your pussy.

you swirled your tongue around the bit that was inside your cavity, your hand still stimulating what you couldn’t fit yet. he was big, too big for your mouth, but you wanted to fit all of him inside, so you took a deep breath through your nose and tried to relax both your mandible and your throat before taking him deeper. you pushed as far as you could, staying there for a couple of seconds before pulling apart, heaving another deep breath before repeating your actions. you gagged and choked at the progressive obstruction, yet you pushed through it, but it sounded so good in sirius’s ears that he thought about just pushing your head down without warning.

sirius threw his head back with a groan when you started to hollow your cheeks, “fuck, angel, you’re so good, taking me so well.” he praised, and it made you shiver in pleasure, the meaning of his words accompanied by his gruff voice a perfect melody. you raised your eyes to look at him. he looked beautiful like this: head thrown back, lips red from biting them, completely exposed for you and one hand gripping the sheets while the other grabbed your head.

you pulled away with a pop, “y’look so pretty, daddy,” you complimented him, and it made the tension in his stomach tighten significantly. it was such an innocent compliment in a completely unholy scenario that he couldn’t help but twitch in your hand. you had just wrapped your lips around him again when he said, “not as pretty as you with m’cock down your throat,” and it made you giggle around him as you shied a bit at his words. the vibrations of your little laugh could’ve sent him over the edge, “shit—” he cursed.

you took him deeper than ever before, your throat now used to the intrusion and barely even gagging. sirius started to raise his hips, almost face fucking you but he held back some of the strength in his thrusts. you kept your eyes on him, and fuck you looked so good with your mouth full and those watery eyes and flushed skin that after a few more thrusts he pulled you away.

you whimpered, not understanding why he stopped your movements. there was still a string of saliva that connected your mouth to him, and he sped up his hand movements as he looked at your sinful image. “daddy,” you groused, tongue out so he could put it back in.

“fuck, angel, m’gonna cum,” he moaned, “n’ I’m gonna paint your little face, d’you want that?” he asked, slightly panting through his exertion. but you shook your head, “m’mouth, want to taste you,” and that did it for him. he cursed and moaned, all at the same time, as that wave of pleasure swallowed him whole. white spurts fell on your tongue, a few others coating your cheeks, and he looked so sinful while working through his orgasm that you had to clench your thighs together.

once he was fully spent, he watched as you eagerly swallowed what he gave you, showing him there was nothing left. his hands went to your cheeks, cleaning his cum from your face and forcing you to clean them, too. it was so dirty that he felt proud of what he made of you, his cock twitching once more before softening.

“was I good, daddy?” you asked him with a slightly raspy voice. you were looking up at him as if he were your god, his opinion of the highest importance to you. he smiled proudly, his fingers now playing with the chain that had a little ‘s’ that rested just between your collarbones. “the best, angel.”

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Girls like you

THE POOL

JJ Maybank wasn't really sure why the Y/L/N family had hired him to clean out their pool when summer started. They seemed to like him around the hotel when they went for meals but he wasn't exactly qualified, he wasn't complaining though, they tip well and it couldn't be that hard.

His only problem was Y/N.

They never got on well. She was friends with Kie in her kook year, who even went as far as to dub her 'the only kook who doesn't make me want to gauge my eyes out', so she knew the pogues from around although they'd grown apart the girls shared no bad blood and always stopped to catch up when they saw each other around.

He was in the middle of raking the leaves from the large pool when he saw her. She was crossing the garden from the large mansion, clad in a bikini with sunglasses perched on the end of her nose. JJ hates how good she looks, her curves perfectly on display and a confident aura around her.

She's got headphones in, he notices as she saunters closer.

"Hi princess," He smirks, watching as she rolls her eyes

"I'm not your princess. How long are you gonna be?" She questions, settling onto one of the sun loungers next to the pool

"An hour or so," JJ states

"Well, could you do it quietly I'm hungover and I wanna just relax," She states, slipping the second headphone back into her ear before he can reply.

He cleans, unaware of her watching him from behind the glasses as she sips on her bottle of cold water. She would never tell anyone but watching him work, his muscles tensing and untensing under his vest shirt, a light sweat from the hot summer day on his skin, she couldn't help herself from thinking he looked good.

He would definitely admit to John B that he thought she looked fit. Her breasts spilling out of her bikini top a little and the barely there thong bottom's high cut making her legs look excruciatingly long. He'd probably make some crude jokes about hate sex being way more fun. He wouldn't admit though, to finding something very comforting about her presence, and finding the way she hummed along to whatever she was listening too adorable.

It's a further 40 minutes, JJ is trying to work out how to get the pool vaccuum to turn on, when her phone rings loudly.

"Hey Sare," Her voice speaks. JJ figures quickly it's Sarah Cameron, the pair are practically inseparable and the whole island knows it.

He half listens to her side of the conversation, more out of boredom than interest.

"No, babes, I love you and all but I really don't wanna. The last million times I've seen Rafe he's been so weird and creepy and I don't wanna be alone with him,"

JJ doesn't know why the comment angers him so much. Why does he even care if Rafe is clearly trying to pull her? It's none of his business. Yet, he can feel his blood boiling at the thought.

"No Sar, if I go and you have to stay with me then you can't go and be with Topper,"

She's silent for a few minutes before sighing "Fine. Fine, I'll come. See you in a minute. Bring me some shorts, I'm in the garden and can't be arsed to go upstairs and find some. You owe me forever,"

JJ wants to scream. Wants to tell her she shouldn't go if she feels uncomfortable around Kelce. He wishes Kie were here, maybe she could talk her into staying where she felt safe.  Maybe she would be able to explain why JJ even gives a shit.

"Maybank," She states, he looks up, trying to act like he hasn't been listening. "I'm going out. You'll be the only one here," She informs

"Okay," He nods.

"My keys are on the kitchen counter, lock up when you're done and I'll just grab them from you at the hotel,"

"All right," He agrees

"When will you be there?" She questions, looking at him like he's an idiot. He groans internally, obviously she needed to know that.

"Tomorrow, 2 until closing,"

'"I'll swing by around 4," She informs. He nods, trying not to stare at her as she lets her hair down from the ponytail it had been in, shaking it out. A car honks outside and she turns, walking up the garden towards the side gates, turning a few metres away,

"Oh, there's an envelope on the kitchen counter with your tip in," She adds

"Thanks. Goodbye princess," He smiles,

"Still not your princess," she shouts back, turning and disappearing round the corner.

THE CAR

JJ felt a lot more in his element when her dad had called him asking if he could fix her car. He hadn't specified it was his eldest daughters, and JJ knew the family owned 7 cards despite only 3 of them even being able to drive.

JJ recognised it though, a white convertible porsche, he'd seen her driving it around before. Wether she was blasting music with the roof down singing with Sarah, picking up a take out from the wreck, driving around in the middle of the night, she'd even given Kie a lift to the Chateau before. He realised that he always seemed to notice her presence.

He was working in the family's garage, the bonnet popped open and grease all over him. It was an easy fix, if a little fiddly.

He jumped out of his skin when the door burst open.  He is immediately taken aback by how good she looks. Clad in a tight black skirt that is ridiculously short, heels and a tight black V neck top with a lace trim around the neck. Her hair falls in bouncy curls around her shoulders and her makeup looks perfect. He would have sworn on everything he'd never seen anyone look so beautiful.

"You're a boy," The girl states.

"Good job noticing that one princess," JJ smirks, she rolls her eyes.

"I have a date and Sarah is being so unhelpful, can you help me pick a top?" She questions, he gulps, nodding.

"Okay, so this is option 1,"

"It looks good,"

"Right. But is it sexy? Do you look at me and think I wanna slam her against a wall and rail her?"

His eyes widen a little, that's one way of putting it he decides.

"Look, I'm your families help, I shouldn't be answering that,"

"Like I care Maybank," She groans, exasperated.

"Okay fine, I look at you in that and I think I wanna rip your clothes off,"

"Okay good. Option 2," She starts. JJ is shocked when she pulls her top off in front of him, without even turning around. He turns around, although not without taking a mental picture of her boobs being pushed up in a red lace bra. "Who knew you were a prude?"

"Just respecting you princess," He comments

"You've seen me in a bikini, what's the difference?" She questions, he stays silent having no quick comment to respond with. "I'm dressed," She states

He turns back around, she looks good, a forest green top made of satin.

"The first one is sexy, that one is cute,"

"Thanks JJ, oh, and hey, thanks for fixing my car,"

"Uh. Yeah, anytime,"

THE SUMMER HOUSE

JJ was happy to paint the summer house. He claimed to his friends it was just because they way over paid and tipped big. In reality it was because for three days straight he would get to catch glimpses of her. And he did.

He saw her when she swam in her pool.

He saw her when she played in the garden with her little sister.

He saw her when she cloud gazed with Sarah Cameron.

The best times he got to see her though, were when she would bring him stuff. Every so often she'd knock on the open door to the summer house, sometimes with water, sometimes with snacks, a few times even with a beer. A couple of times she stopped and made small talk, one time she even smeared paint on his cheek and giggled as he chased her through the garden.

He enters the kitchen, used to how the family worked now. An envelope of money waiting on the kitchen counter, they always seemed to be coming and going so it was easier.

He was shocked to see her in the kitchen, she's scrolling on her phone sipping on what looks to be an iced coffee

"Oh, hey JJ," She smiles

"Hey, I'm done," he informs, she nods, watching as he picks up the envelope "So, I'll be seeing you around,"

"Did you want a lift?" She questions, he looks at her slightly confused "I just noticed your bike wasn't here and it's kinda late to be walking back. It's a long walk,"

"You really don't have to princess,"

"Honestly, it's fine," she assures, jumping up and grabbing her keys before heading towards the garage.

She wasn't sure when she stopped hating JJ Maybank, wasn't sure when she started noticing little things like the blue in his eyes and which snapback he was wearing and how tired he looked. She wasn't sure when the sight of his bike in the driveway started giving her butterflies.

"So where is your bike?" She questions, the roof of the car is down and the wind blowing through her hair as she pulls out of the private estate her home is on.

"Didn't have enough fuel to get to yours and back," He shrugs

"Why didn't you just-" She cuts herself off "Shit, I'm so sorry. That was insanely rude, I wasn't even thinking and-" He chuckles, watching as she splutters and blushes

"It's okay. Life is different on the cut I can understand how a kook princess wouldn't get it," He shrugs, she nods, still not sure what to say.

"Y'know my life isn't perfect," She comments, he scoffs, unable to help himself. "I'm not kidding. It's privileged as fuck, I know that, but it's not perfect,"

"Go on then princess, what's so shit?" He doesn't mean for it to sound so harsh, he's genuinely curious

"My parents, they have basically planned my entire life, down to where I'll go to college, what sorority I'll be in, where I'll work my summer internship, who I'll marry, where I'll get married, which big kook house I'll live in,  at what age I'll have to give up my career, which has been decided for me by them, to start trying for babies. It's 24 by the way so in 8 years. My whole life is decided and I don't want it. I wanna go on a trip around the world and surf and travel and explore. I wanna fall in love and get my heartbroken again and again until I find the right guy. I wanna live in a New York apartment and I wanna see the world. I don't wanna marry Rafe Cameron just cause our mothers are friends. I mean he's literally scary and harasses me and acts like even though I'm 16 I shouldn't have a choice cause one day he'll father my kids. And no one gets it, none of my friends, not even my best friend. The only person who ever understood why it was so shit was Kie and then she left, she left and lives her life and it's fun and exciting and anything could happen. I don't hate her for it but it fucking sucks that she left me miserable. I'll be miserable living my planned out life and then I'll die. Yeah, I have money and that's fucking great, but my life is far from perfect,"

JJ sits in a stunned silence. He's not really sure what to say. Their problems were very different but hers were just as shitty. He feels like he's seeing her in a whole new light.

"Sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I don't tell people that and we barely no each other," She mutters, not wanting to look at him

"Where would you go first?" His question surprised her

"On my fictitious surf trip?" She questions, he nods "Europe, Spain I think,"

They sit in silence the rest of the way, it's not awkward though, both of them feel comforted by each other presence. He gives her instructions to the chateau.

"We are probably gonna drink some beers and smoke. You wanna stay? You could crash here and drive home in the morning," JJ offers

"I can't. My family are having dinner at the hotel. Thanks though," She smiles gently

"Yeah. Uh, I hope it's not too shit. Thanks for the ride princess,"

He climbs out of the car, his friends who sit on the porch immediately calling out to him, they're all laughing and teasing him about his lift home and when he looks back he almost thinks he sees a look of longing in her eyes before she's reversing out of the chateau.

THE BOAT

"Can you fix it?" She questions. JJ Maybank has never seen her look nervous before.

It was only 6:30 AM when she'd started banging on the door to the Chateau, tears in her eyes and panic on her face hoping JJ would be here. John B had pulled the door open, half asleep and groaning a little at the bright sunlight. He'd let her into the small home and disappeared to wake JJ up. John B opted not to put too much thought into the way the minute her name was said JJ leaped out of bed and shoved into the living area, the way his hands cupped her cheeks to see if she was okay, the way he was calling her princess as he tried to calm down her hiccuping tears.

"I can fix it," He confirms. They're standing on the deck of her families boat "It's an easy fix princess, okay? don't even worry," He speaks in a comforting tone

"Thank you JJ,"

"No worries. It'll take me a while, you got anywhere to be?"

"No. Well yes, a breakfast thing with the Cameron's but it's at my house and I can't exactly show up without the boat so,"

"So you're hiding out here all day?" JJ questions

"Well, I don't wanna intrude. I can go and hang out at the beach,"

"Don't talk nonsense, you can hang here. C'mon, I need to be down the bottom with the engine, you can sit and entertain me,"

She watches intently as he works, now that he's not working at her house he hasn't bothered with a shirt, instead just wearing shorts and his infamous red baseball cap. He glances at her occasionally, her makeup streaky from crying and wearing a short white dress.

"So, wanna tell me what happened?" He questions

"Not really," She admits, he nods and she sighs before beginning to explain"Rafe wanted to go boating late and then it all went wrong and then we got the boat to the nearest dock, hence why we are in the middle of nowhere, and he said he was going to call someone to get a lift and it was rainy so I was waiting in here.  It had been a while so I went outside to check on him and he was gone. I didn't know what to do. Dad would kill me for breaking the boat, do I just kinda figured I'd walk to yours and hopefully you would no how to fix it. Then I realised I have no clue where you live so I walked to John B's and hoped for the best,"

"He just left you in the middle of nowhere alone?" JJ doesn't know why he's so mad, they were hardly even friends

"Yeah. He texted me to let me know it was cause he's already in shit with his dad and didn't wanna go down for breaking my family's boat," She shrugs, JJ wants to go and find Rafe Cameron and beat his skull in.

"Look, a girl like you deserves someone who would treat them a million times better than that,"

"I always thought you hated me," She admits

"So did I, until this summer I kinda did," He shrugs

"What changed?" She asks, the question is so vulnerable he can't help himself from looking at her

"You aren't what I thought you'd be," He admits, she nods slowly

"How should a girl like me be treated?" She questions

"Like they're the only thing on earth," He's not really sure why he's so openly telling her how he feels but it feels too late now

"Is that how you'd treat me Maybank?"

"Girls like you don't date boys like me," He shrugs, turning quickly back to what he's doing, not wanting her to recognise the disappointment on his face.

THE PARTY

It was no secret her family hosted a big formal party on the 10th of July every year, her parents wedding anniversary. JJ had waited the party the last 2 years and this summer was no different, he'd even managed to get John B and Pope a job too.

His heart had stopped when he saw her, her dress was the exact shade of blue as the sky and flowed beautifully down to her feet, her hair curled with the front pinned back, her makeup beautiful. She looked like an angel approaching him and god why did she have to look so perfect.

"Hey JJ," She smiles, grabbing a glass of champagne from the tray he's holding "Could you do me a favour?"

"Of course," He agrees, expecting some job that needed doing for the party

"If you see Rafe and I'm on my own..." She trails off "I'm trying to avoid him, after the other day,"

It's three hours into the party when JJ grabs her hand, pulling her along behind him and away from Rafe who is clearly trying to catch her alone. He pulls her into a small cupboard slamming the door closed behind him and locking it.

"What was that about?"

"Rafe," He shrugs, he didn't outwardly say he'd been watching her all night to make sure he could look out for her. He also didn't say he would have been watching her all night even if she hadn't asked him too.

"JJ, you know how your coming over next week to fix that one  door that you can't open from inside the cupboard?" She question

"Yeah," He states, peering out of the key hole to see if Rafe is still looking for her

"Well, this is the cupboard,"

"Shit!" He shouts, pulling away from the door to face her. "Shit, it's your parents wedding anniversary and I got you locked in the cupboard,"

"It's alright," She shrugs "They hate each other most the time anyway,"

"Call someone to let you out,"

"Where on this dress did you think there was pockets, you call someone,"

"My phone is in the twinkie,"

"The what?"

"John B's car," JJ sighs. "Fuck princess, I'm so sorry," He groans

"It's fine. Sarah will come looking for me eventually," She shrugs. He nods, watching as she sits down on the ground, patting the space next to her.

He obliges, sitting next to her, knees touching in the tight space.

"You look nice tonight, I like the shirt and tie," She compliments, he can feel himself blush and is glad the cupboard is dark enough she probably can't see it.

"Y'know what you said on the boat the other day?" She questions, he immediately knows what she's referring too "About how girls like me don't date boys like you,"

"Yeah," He confirms

"Why is that?" She questions quietly

"I couldn't make you happy princess. Your parents would hate me. I couldn't take you on the fancy dates you're used to. You wouldn't be happy,"

"My parents love you, they think you're resourceful and hard working. I hate the stuffy dates figure 8 boys take me on," She informs, he laughs a little at that. "Besides, you already make me happy. I'm just saying Maybank, if you don't wanna date me just say it, don't try and put it on me,"

JJ isn't really sure how to react. How to explain he desperately wanted to date her, wanted her to be his girl and wanted to shower her in love and adoration. He isn't sure how to tell her that by inadvertently telling him she wanted to date him she had made him the happiest man on earth. He's not really great with words and it all feels too hard to say.

So, instead, he turns slightly, taking her face in his hands and pulling her to him, his lips crashing against hers and somehow she knows everything he wanted to say.

[banqdanfnfic]

which, as they kiss, consume | jjk

you just wanted to get a tattoo from your boyfriend

pairing: tattoo artist!jk x reader

genre: established relationships au, tattoo artist au, smut

word count: 4k

warnings: unprotected sex, biting, making out, grinding, licking, nipple play, jk has a lip ring, oral (f receiving), fingering, shy jk and oc, sexual tension, slight choking, slight aftercare

♫ : Streets by Doja Cat, Candy by Doja Cat

♡ Aesthetics: Playlist | Moodboard

He visibly chokes on his glass of beer as he almost snaps his neck to meet your gaze. He could say that you were awfully drunk and hence the sudden confession out of the blue, but behind your heavy lidded eyes, Jungkook could sense that you were serious.

“You what?”, he gulps abruptly, moving closer to your face, doe eyes pleading to repeat yourself.

“Yes Kook. I want that tattoo on my breasts. I’ve decided”.

It’s not that Jungkook didn’t have experience in his career with inking on different parts of a human body. He just had never given a tattoo to someone who is romantically associated with him and the thought of seeing you half naked made him chuck down the rest of his drink in one go.

The most physical he had ever gotten with you was a kiss shared occasionally since it’s only been over two weeks you had started dating. Okay maybe you made out once in his car but that’s it. It never got to the point of shedding clothes or anything intense.

“Are you sure?”

You giggle at the sudden hoarseness in his voice and nod positive. Ironic how his aura never matched his personality. His inked skin, athletic body proportions covered in black monochrome bad boy outfits gave out default energy that he is a local heartthrob with multiple chicks wrapped around his finger each night and a heavy demeanor to carry in his smirk.

You were one of those believers until Jungkook asked you out in the most hopeless romantic way possible after constantly visiting the café you work in, a few shops besides his parlor. He was a gentleman with respectful boundaries, warm hands to hold yours and sweet sensual kisses though you are pretty sure he probably has a good game.

For any outsider it looked like those cliché bad boy and shy girl love stories, but for real both of you were a good percentage of introverts.

Jungkook runs his tongue around his lip ring while he is stressfully ruffling his dark locks into a mess. He is trying to explain his reasons to postpone your decision considering how shy he got at this point. But then that’s exactly why you were requesting him with soft eyes, it would be so uncomfortable to be shirtless in front of anybody else. Or maybe it’s your way of saying the relationship is open for higher levels of physical affection.

After debating around in vain, he finally hums and clears one of his slots for his beloved client.

Friday approaches way quicker than you assumed and now your heart is beating in your throat. Right after you are done cleaning the tables, you have to make it to Jungkook’s parlor for your appointment.

Running on three hours of sleep, black under eyes even after a decent amount of makeup, you groan as you check yourself out in the mirror. You opted for a simple shirt and skirt (also known as the outfit you bought for occasions with Jungkook), light beach waves resting on your shoulders. Hoping that a few cups of coffee will save you, you stride across the street to stop before the infamous parlor he worked in. Hopefully the full body shave and chocolate body butter has kept its excellence on your skin below the clothing.

The door chimes as it opens with a dragged creak on the musky wooden flooring. It felt like an otherworld where air smelled like men’s perfume and faint tint of cigarettes. In other words, intoxicating.

You ask the first person you meet at the reception, one of Jungkook’s companions at the shop and he assists you to his cabin located at a comfortably remote location.

His space is hidden with a simple black curtain. You are met with Jungkook’s back facing you, working determinately on a client’s arm and cares to spare a glance only when the guy with you is informing him about your presence.

“This will be over in a few”, he grins to your face and goes back to focusing his coil on the skin of a woman in her late twenties laying down his chair. The vibration from his inking machine fills in the silence and you excuse yourself to sit on a small black couch beside them.

This was the first time watching him at work and now you can understand why people rumored so much about his attitude because damn it is intimidating.

Brows knit together and inked muscles flex as he drags the needles around for finishing touches. Meanwhile you can pretty much smell the drool from the woman who is shamelessly checking out your boyfriend. Though you are pretty sure Jungkook gets such glances more than he can count every day, you can’t help but feel jealous. Partly because of the childish possessiveness and partly because you want to be the reason behind his dark eyes and intricate concentration, in profession or not.

To stop from mentally throwing daggers on the client’s way, you grab a random fashion magazine from the side table and flip through pages, though other four senses are inclined on your man. With a close attention to his low sigh you conclude that he is done.

The customer with now a fresh tattoo on her arm is discussing random useless topics to get him to talk, a very vain job realizing how Jungkook doesn’t bat a friendly lash at anybody, especially to those who hit on him. To be honest a large part of the ink business was linked with the obsession to attractive people who worked here, even if it meant trading an area of your skin. You grip the edges of the magazine a bit hard, not able to contain the sanity particularly at the high pitch voice she mumbles in before finally leaving his cabin.

A little excited and a lot nervous, you stand up as Jungkook bids goodbye to the third person.

He is quick to notice your discomfort, though not sure if it was the woman or the thought of finally getting the tattoo, he knew you were nervous and surviving in several cups of espresso by the dark circles slowly showing through the faded layers of your concealer. But nothing pulls down the opinion he has about you, beautiful and simple, no dramatics attached.

“Hey are you okay?”

You nod as soon as you sit down on the black tattoo chair, shifting a little to find a comfortable position. He is taking out a box full of equipment and fine needles, already making you break a sweat at the side of your forehead.

But more than that, it’s the way he is sharp and professional that catches your attention more.

You have never seen Jungkook this serious before. The choice of his vetiver perfume digging through your nostrils was driving you insane. If he doesn’t smile soon, you are going to melt into a puddle at his gaze.

“Are you nervous?”, he smirks this time, a newfound reason for your worsening gut health.

It’s mostly going in cycles at this point. Every bit of his skilled motion causes a vigorous hormonal reaction which initiates his next set of effortless teasing.

“I’m a little nervous”, you say, fiddling with your freshly painted nude nails.

“Me too”

It’s something you least expect to come out of his mouth observing how confident he looks right now. He basically has you cornered with his gaze. But whenever he had been truthful about his emotions it felt like a hug.

“I can take off my shirt too, so that we are even. Is that okay?”

He said it so softly like he is handling a child and the duality of the situation had your mind fogged and limbs frozen for a few minutes.

“Yeah it’s okay” It’s far beyond than okay. It’s great actually.

Jeon Jungkook is ripped, a Greek God sculptured masterpiece covered in self designed artwork you are more than happy to wake up to every morning. He hears you gulp at the feast before your eyes while he discards his black t-shirt to a nearby chair.

Now you don’t know if this whole thing is supposed to warm your heart or make you play several erotic fantasies like a movie before your eyes.

Both of you share a small smile while his long fingers are tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling it up over your head.

He almost wishes you don’t opt to wear a bra but he is met with lacy black, a-bit-over your-usual-budget fabric hugging the roundness of your breasts.

It seemed like you were way too competitive about today. Anything less than complete awe from Jungkook for you was straight disappointment, you don't want anything less.

Well it seems like it did from how blown his pupils were at this point. He peels his gaze off your chest with a sharp gulp to look at your eyes suddenly devoid of any fear and staring back at him with all ease. He is filled with an exapnse of warmth and he isn't sure why does spending just a little amount of time with you had such a grip on him. He can’t wait to propose the idea of getting a couple tattoo together soon and as far as you know how Jungkook is, he is very serious with his body art so apparently he does trust you a lot already.

“Where exactly are you trying to get it?”, his voice is a lot deeper suddenly as he waits for your fingers to guide to his canvas.

You softly trace the spot at the upper circumference of your right boob, “Here”.

You suck a breath through your nose as his own fingers are mimicking your gesture, lightly pulling down the lace to inspect the fitting of the design at hand.

These violent delights have violent ends

And in their triumph die, like fire and powder

Jungkook traces each word on your burning skin, now leaning dangerously close which was questioning your control to put your palms flat on his pecs. He doesn’t notice that though, his mind is busy creating his own fantasies about the women under him.

After two minutes and twenty four second long of inspection and mutual thirst, Jungkook is selecting a bunch of needles to set into the rotary machine. Five fine sharp like a painter's brush moves in and out at a set regularity as Jungkook tests it out.

The next of his actions had you flushed into a pool of crimson. He gently lifts up your resting torso with one hand while the other is unclasping the hook of your bra, making you half naked for the sake of the tattoo.

"I'm going to start", he says shyly.

You still have time to save yourself from the growing phobia for the object, but another unlogical part of your brain says it's a piece of cake considering you have a whole distracting full course meal in front of you.

It stings at first. Well, okay it hurts like hell but your face is devoid of any indication, except your right hand is gripping on the rim of the chair for dear life.

Jungkook on the other hand had never felt this much diversion of mind during his work. He knows that you are probably hurting very badly, especially for a first timer. He is biting into his lip ring, trying to get this over with for the well-being of your pain and his hormones.

After he had scribed one word into your dermis, you are no longer able to contain the ache so you give out a small squeak out of your glossed lips and the vibration of the machine at his hands stops as he looks at you.

"You want me to stop? ", he is relaxing his face as he cups yours with one hand. You don't want to answer that question, but the drumroll of the current situation is making your heart flutter and everything about the little burn on your chest is forgotten.

"No. It does hurt but I'll be fine I guess", you whisper. His breath is mixing with yours slowly as he is leaning more towards your face. If it isn't for a kiss then you are likely to be disappointed.

"It'll be over before you know it. I'll make it quick", and then he kisses you, a small act to get off the pressure of sexual tension between your bare upper bodies.

Before you think of any tongue in the act, he is breaking off the contact and returns to his position on your chest. He misses the pout that forms on your mouth but right now both of your heads are in cloud nine.

The pain starts again, only this time you are busy reliving how his lips felt in yours; soft, firm and controlled.

You gasp when you feel one of his hands cupping your right breast to further his design but it's lowkey an act empowered by lust which is straining behind the so called professional eyes.

You just sit there flustered out of your mind and then Jungkook is suddenly squeezing, full palm hiding your breasts like it's a protected treasure, but he isn't showing the slightest facial expression other than determined eyes and his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Fuck you can't take it anymore. Jungkook can feel your nipples harden against his hand and his brain isn't helping much to concentrate on the design. But by the grace of some positive karma left on his side, he makes it through the long text and when he is letting go of your chest and standing tall, your skin is popping out with redness on the places the text lays embedded.

He fishes out a mirror for you to look.

"It looks beautiful thank you Jungkook", you smile.

"Can I give you one more tattoo on your left one?", he asks while you are contemplating whether going through the pain is worth it, not to mention you really want to get back at a private space with Jungkook as soon as possible.

"It won't hurt I promise", and then he is kissing you a lot filthier than before; all tongue and teeth, while his hands are grazing on the skin of your waist, pressing a little firmer than before.

The coldness of his lip ring rivaled around your mouth, and you try sucking on it to which Jungkook responds with a growl and pushes his body adamantly against yours.

Skin to skin, you are lost in euphoria of everything happening and finally, you roam your eager hands around his body, to his pecs and the definition of abs.

As your fingers scraped against his scalp, Jungkook is biting eagerly down your jawline to your collarbone and continues his ministrations at a particular spot which is bringing out melodic moan variation from you.

He is going down your skin, licking on your left boob before he starts planting violet tattoos as he had promised. As if it couldn't get better, he is massaging the right breast, in a way to soothe pain.

He loses it when you stutter his name, but he is just a fucking tease when it comes to making love and doing anything in a public space is the last thing he wants to do. There isn't much room for all that he wants right now.

"Why did you choose this particular tattoo Y/n?", he rasps while he is planting small pecks on his artwork, and you reply when he is finally eye level with you

"I just felt like it's a good one", your breaths are uneven and mostly caught in your neck. He pecks your lips before speaking, "Those are lines from Romeo and Juliet".

He takes your hands to trace over a line of text among the many designs on his chest.

which, as they kiss, consume

"We pretty much have a couple tattoo now Y/n", his breath is matched with your pace and you are not very sure how to respond to this new knowledge.

"That's… hot"

You break into giggles along with him, he just can't stop dragging his lips around your skin, but he isn't able to word his feelings right now either.

"I have some aftercare healing ointment for the tattoo at my place, wanna come over?" Now that may be a little lame of an excuse to get his little friend out of his pants but you are too unfazed to analyse any of that.

His hands find place on your ass under the skirt as soon as the door to his apartment closes, and before you know it, you are in his bedroom, sitting on the soft mattress and tongue lost devouring each other.

While eagerly getting rid of every article of clothing, Jungkook notices that you don't have your bra on beneath the shirt, so it's probably back at the parlour, but none of you have the slightest care for it, might as well make an excuse with it later to fuck you in his cabin.

He is pushing you farther towards the headboard, him on top, grinding sensenslesy while your lips mould with his. Though he has his whole body pressed against you, you can't seem to feel his weight at the slightest, every one of his actions were just balanced and perfect.

As Jungkook goes down on you, his smile is evident against your skin, finally able to find out how every one of those scenarios in his head will come to look like. He lets out a satisfied hum being finally able to suck on your tits, your fingers finding place on his hair, twisting it out of stimulation.

His pelvis is flushed harshly against yours, grinding and rubbing against your pussy for as long as he is rejoicing the feeling of moving his tongue around both the nipples.

He stops rubbing after some point and you whimper at the loss but his fingers are soon to meet your core as a quick apology. All your later moans are muffled on his mouth once again.

Feeling the controlled movements of his fingers on your clit, you dig your nails down on his toned shoulders. It's becoming impossible to reciprocate his lewd movements of tongue on your lips at this point as the excitement between your thighs is growing every passing second.

Your mouth remains slightly parted as he removes his face to watch you squirm underneath, lips swollen, deep red and glossy from all the saliva.

He pecks at the shell of your ear before going down past your navel.

You haven't had much heads in the twenty years of your life, most of the guys being completely against the idea which made you feel insecure to bring up the topic in bed, but Jungkook does it like his life depends on it.

He growls at the sight of you dripping into his sheets and he seems to enjoy the idea of being the influence behind it. But none is going through your head at the moment, not the metal on his lips grazing against your folds, or the fact that Jungkook is grinning each time you cry his name, it feels unreal to feel something like this.

His mouth is wrapping against your entrance and he is balancing your lower body on his palms to help him reach the right depths inside you. While all you can muster up is the strength to grope the bedsheets in your fist and close your eyes at the pleasure.

Jungkook brings his head higher to give some attention to the throbbing clit, catching it between his teeth and triggering the bundle of nerves just the perfect dose to have your hips jolting up to his face.

He can't take it himself when you are now whining and chasing for your release, so he is slightly humping against the bed to get some friction.

He licks a slow stripe up till your abdomen and slowly raises to your face, already fucked out and dishevelled to keep up with his dominant orbs.

He swears he had never felt so much warmth and care for sex with any of his previous partners, in relationship or not, all he could think is how good can he treat the pleading eyes underneath him.

"Is there something you like that you want me to do?", he says, fingers grazing once again to your crotch to not deny you from his contact. Only this time he is exploring the tightness of your pretty cunt with two skillful fingers.

Is there? You are not sure. Or in other words you are too caught up at the sense of him fingering you. It's not like you had enough experience or people who cared enough to ask that question. It astounds you that never in this entire foreplay he asked for any favor for himself.

"I'm not sure…", you whisper and then maybe you have something on your mind " um I guess I would like to be choked" Okay this felt embarrassing.

He smiles before sliding his free hand from your lips to your neck, and applies slight force, careful to not hurt you in the slightest bit.

"Is that fine?"

"Yeah", you muffle through the decreasing course of air.

He pulls up your face by the throat to attach lips once more. He just can't seem to get enough of kissing you senseless. Then, the tip of his long ignored cock is teasing the length of your pussy twice before it's stretching you out to the brim.

Bodies flushed and hot, his pace is deep and slow, making sure to kiss the cervix every time he is inside.

He watches as your eyes close shut and flutters around whenever he is grazing against your sweet spot. Both of your ears lost and eager for the moans looming out of each other, his more like what he sounds at the gym. Nice observation Y/n.

In this span of sexual energy you shared, you can make some obvious conclusions. Sex with him was surreal, both in terms of domination and the care he had. Rocking against him and keeping up with his hips was attainable— Compared to the intense eye contact he tries to hold, or the way he cups the side of your face and rubs the pad of his thumb on your cheeks while he kisses you during sinking back in, or the way his eyes glow at the beauty of your body open for him. It makes you feel special and it's difficult to respond to these gestures when you never felt this way before.

Jungkook could tell that from your face, but he hopes he lasts with you enough to help you know the worth you hold. You couldn't think too much about anything when you are busy squeezing around his length and coming twice in the first ten minutes.

By the third orgasm Jungkook is nearing his own and he pulls out to pump a few times before coming on your stomach.

"Was it okay?", his voice is all over the place, still balancing his body on his arms while you are amazed by his strength.

"It was amazing Jungkook", you smile. You have known a lot about Jungkook over the few dates you spent with him. That he likes literature, classics and philosophy, designs tattoos as a subconscious thing, that his game is A-1, and he likes working out almost three hours a day. Good for you. But it wasn't until now you know him to be gentle, like he is afraid to crush you under a feather touch. You don't know him as someone who is staring deep into your face after a good fuck, speaks nothing, smiles widely, and plants a peck on your forehead before getting off the bed.

He does the honors of cleaning both of your bodies with a towel, it's not like you have any strength left in you anyway. And then pulls out an ointment from the bedside table and plops next to your body.

"There. You need this to protect the tattoo", he takes off the nozzle and applies a required amount against the words on your chest and massages against them.

"Now go to sleep Juliet", he mocks, pulling up the sheets over you both "good night".

You snuggle against his hard chest, kissing his pecs before resting on it, "Good night Romeo".

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a/n: this is my first time writing smut and i basically died of second hand embarrassment during the process. pardon for my untalented ass, i tried this wip continuously for a week and i seriously don't think it could get anything better though it's probably not much.

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[katmoonz]

Tired but Needy

Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2453

Includes: Rough sex, Daddy kink, slight praise kink, pet names, Dom Sirius, Sub reader, slight begging, oral sex (female receiving) 

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work. 

Notes: This is the first fanfic that I have ever written. It started off as a cute lil fluff piece but then ended up turning into full on smut. It took me 3 days to complete and probably isn’t perfect but I hope you guys enjoy it :)

The rain is steadily pouring, not heavy enough to call it a storm but not light enough to go for a walk down to the lake. A trip down to watch the giant squid and take in the beauty of the Scottish countryside was exactly what you need after studying all afternoon.

You hear a sigh in the background and the sound of a book being carelessly thrown aside. “Puppy, I’m bored” exclaimed Sirius.

You turn away from the window to face him, he is lying across his bed wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. Slowly you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms as you ask him “well, what do you want me to do about it?”  Sirius pouts and opens his arms wide. “Come cuddle with me, Love.”

Looking him up and down you can’t help but admire him. Sirius had been studying all day too and had previously been wearing a shirt. The sight of his muscular form made a tingle appear behind your navel and caused a sudden wet feeling in your panties.

You decide to give in and walk over to his bed. Sirius sits up and carefully pulls you onto his bed so that you are laying down next to him.

Leaning on the elbow of one arm he looks down at you and you can’t help but notice his mesmerising grey eyes. Gently he leans down to kiss you, closing his eyes and cupping your face with one hand. His lips are so soft and his silky brown locks fall around you like curtains, the kiss makes you even wetter. As he pulls away you can’t help but notice the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

“Y/n, what are you thinking about?” He asks with a smirk on his face whilst slowly running his hand up and down your arm. You realise that you have zoned out whilst admiring your boyfriend.

“Nothing” you reply innocently while clenching your thighs hoping to get rid of the feeling of arousal without him noticing. Luck didn’t appear to be on your side today as Sirius’ smirk grew.

“Puppy, do you want to have a cuddle with me or do you want me to touch you?” He asks you softly while moving his hand down to your waist.

You and Sirius had been together for six months now and you were still very shy about asking for him to help you out when you got horny. Sirius was the complete opposite and would constantly steal you away from your friends under the pretence of needing help with homework only to fuck you into his mattress or have a quickie in an empty classroom.

You felt very horny today but were also feeling rather tired. You would be more than happy for him to do anything to you but were not quite sure how to put it into words.

Seeing the hesitation on your face he rests his forehead against yours and says “We don’t have to do anything else, Pup. I just want to make you feel good.” You put your hand on his cheek brushing the soft brown hair away from his face, after about a minute you look into his eyes and nod answering his question.

Sitting up Sirius grabs his wand from the bedside table and casts a quick but efficient locking spell and a contraceptive spell. “Don’t want Moony or Prongs to walk in and see my pretty Puppy all spread out for me now, do we?”

Sirius places a soft kiss against your lips and then proceeds to straddle your hips. “Lift up your arms for Daddy'' he says softly whilst lifting your top. After removing your top he starts to kiss his way slowly down your chest. Stopping once he reaches your breasts and lifting you slightly to reach behind you and unhook your bra. Sirius takes your left nipple into his mouth looking up at you seductively whilst doing so, with one hand he gently massages your other breast.

You start to get impatient as your panties quickly become even wetter and the tingle behind your navel grows. You gently push Sirius off of you and sit up making him frown at you. The frown is soon wiped off of his face as you quickly remove your skirt and panties before laying back down.

Sirius, seeing how impatient you are getting, stands up to remove his sweatpants revealing his completely naked form to your eyes before climbing back on top of you and kissing you senseless.

This kiss is much rougher than the last one. Sirius has always been the one in control of the kisses, pushing his tongue into your mouth whilst yours would hesitantly meet it. Pulling away with a quick bite to your lip he smirks and lowers himself so that he is now resting between your thighs.

You feel your pussy clench with anticipation. Sirius wraps one arm around the bottom of your thigh to hold you open to him and uses the other to slowly run up your inner thigh. When he reaches the top he runs a solitary finger down your folds, from your clit down to your opening. Pulling his finger away, he gazes into your eyes as he sticks his finger into his mouth sucking your juices off of it seductively.

“Please” you beg softly.

“Please what Puppy?” he replies with a slight smirk on his face. You feel too embarrassed to voice what you want so instead decide to look innocently at him and pout. Sirius chuckles “Puppy try to look innocent all you want but you weren't exactly innocent yesterday when you were choking on my cock. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me” you shyly whisper to him looking away from his stormy grey irises.

Sirius rises from between your legs and grabs your jaw in his hand turning your face back to meet his with a stern look on his face.

“I didn't think that I still had to remind you of your place Pup. I'm not giving you what you want until you address me properly.”

You continue to stare into his eyes and realise that he is being serious. Feeling rather tired from studying all day you felt desperate to get rid of the ache in between your legs and have some form of sleep soon, you decide to give in to his demands knowing that he was being serious.

“Please touch me Daddy” you beg him.

“Where do you want me to touch you baby” he replies cockily.

You feel so desperate for some form of release that you decide to throw any embarrassment aside. “My pussy Daddy. Please, please, please. Want your fingers in my pussy, I feel so empty without you Daddy.”

“Good girl” Sirius replies, the stern expression having left his face the moment you started to desperately beg him and leaving him with a shit-eating grin. Sirius lowers himself back down to resume his previous position.

“Your pussy is dripping wet Puppy, you must be aching.” he says before circling one finger around your clitoris. Sirius watches as this makes you shiver slightly before he leans in and licks up your juices from your opening, dragging his tongue up to wet your clit before pulling back slightly. “Your pussy tastes amazing Pup, I'd spend hours down here if I could.” he murmurs with a hint of arousal in his voice.

Sirius leans back in and uses a sole index finger to start rubbing your clit in slow circles as he rests his head against your inner thigh. “Does that feel good baby? Do you like when Daddy touches your pretty little pussy?” he asks coyly.

“Feels so good Daddy but I need more.” you whine out in response.

“Be patient Pup, I was just getting there. Just wanted to warm you up first.” he replies with a smirk on his face. Sirius licks another slow line up your pussy before zeroing in on your clit with his tongue and licking it in little circles.

Your back arches at the pleasure and you grab onto your breasts with your hands teasing your nipples with your fingers by pinching them and massaging away the slight pain that you get from doing so afterwards. You let out a soft moan at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

Sirius clearly doesn’t think that you are showing enough pleasure in your expression as he pulls away briefly looking up to you before shoving his face back into your pussy and upping his game.

Sirius sucks harshly at your clit before inserting his middle and index fingers into your empty pussy and thrusting them in and out whilst curving them up to meet your g-spot.

You can feel the pleasure rise within your pussy and in your belly as you start to moan loudly. Closing your eyes, you pull your hands away from your breasts and grab at the mess of luscious curls at the top of Sirius’ head.

Sirius alternates between sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue for the next couple of minutes until you start almost hyperventilating and gasp out “Daddy, I’m so close.”

Sirius pulls his mouth off of your clit and starts rubbing at it in quick precise movements with his thumb before letting out a raspy “Good girl, cum for me baby”.

At his praise, you feel yourself go over the edge. Moaning loudly as you cum around his fingers. When you finish you keep your eyes closed and feel the bed move as he rises from between your legs and rests over the top of you again.

You open your eyes after recovering from the powerful orgasm to see him suck your glistening pussy juices off of his fingers. He smirks, “Puppy, if I could I’d eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner but I don’t think McGonagall would take it well if I spread you out across the table in the Great Hall.”

You soon catch your breath after your orgasm and let out a small giggle at his joke. Looking him up and down you can’t help but notice the big length between his legs that he had yet to use.

The ache in your pussy feels even greater than before at the sight of his thick 7 ½ inch cock between his thighs. You look into his eyes desperately before letting out a whiney “please Daddy”.

“Please what Puppy?” he asks you with a soft smile on his face. “Need your cock Daddy” you reply innocently.

“Only because you asked so nicely Pup.” he replies softly. Sirius brings a hand down to his heavy cock wrapping a hand around it and giving it a few firm strokes before bringing it to your entrance.

Sirius braces himself above you on his forearms as he carefully pushes himself into your empty throbbing pussy. He holds himself still for a minute or two so that you could have time to adjust to him.

Sirius firmly kisses you as you adjust and let out soft moans at the feeling of his thick cock in your pussy. Even though you had been having sex with him for several months it still took you a while to adjust to him because of his size.

After a minute he starts to thrust in and out of you slowly teasing you.

“Daddy” you moan.

“What baby?” he asks whilst pausing in his thrusts.

“Please fuck me” you moan out.

Sirius doesn't respond and instead pulls out making you whine in disappointment. This disappointment soon turns into relief as he flips you over and positions you so that you are on your hands and knees.

Sirius runs the head of his cock up and down your pussy before pushing back into you. This time he doesn't hesitate to start thrusting. He starts out slow and gradually builds up speed until he hears you moan loudly.

“Fuck me harder Daddy” you moan out whilst trying to keep yourself raised on your elbows.

“What have I told you about being nice to me?” he growls out before spanking your ass.

“I’m sorry Daddy, please fuck me harder” you beg him.

Sirius lets out a chuckle before starting to fuck you harder. By this point he is practically jackhammering into your pussy. He feels himself start to get close as he feels your pussy clench around his length.

Desperate to make you orgasm first, he brings a hand around you to your clit and starts to rub you in quick but firm movements.

You feel the ache in your pussy get stronger and stronger until you are on the edge. You are almost there but need something else to get you there.

Sensing this Sirius lowers his head so that it is behind your ear and starts praising you. “You're my good girl. You've been so patient.” This gets you even closer as you always crave his praise and approval and makes you let out a very loud moan of “Daddy” needing to cum but not wanting to do so without his permission.

“Cum for me Puppy” he rasps into your ear, his voice sounding deeper with his arousal.

This sends you over the edge as you powerfully orgasm on his thick cock moaning as you feel him hit the deepest spot within you. Your orgasm sends Sirius over the edge too as he continues to plow his cock into you hitting your cervix with each thrust.

You moan loudly as your pussy clenches and your thighs shake. You hear Sirius let out a gruff “fuck” as he cums inside you.

As both of you come down from your highs you start to feel sleepy. Sirius pulls out and stands up leaving you for a minute to fetch a washcloth from the adjoining bathroom, you flip over onto your back wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms.

Sirius returns and gently wipes down your sensitive pussy before discarding the washcloth lifting you into his arms. Carrying you into the bathroom and placing you onto the toilet. After taking care of your business he lifts you up and brings you back to the bed. Laying you down gently before joining you under the blanket.

Sirius closes the curtain around his bed before bringing you into his arms. You rest your head against his strong muscular chest and let out a sigh as he runs a hand up and down your back lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

Just as you drift off, you feel him place a soft kiss against your head as he whispers “I love you y/n.”

[beann-e]

Bnha Characters reacting to when you quit your job

bakugou

your steps were quiet as you tried to work up the energy to unlock your front door. Your hands sweating and cold when you finally got the energy to put the key in the lock a deep exhale leaving your lips when you finally walked in.

Your Body only carrying you to your kitchen counter before you dropped your keys and bag on the same counter your body now rested against.

The room heating up and shifting from the ice quiet atmosphere youd created when you felt strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back to meet a hard chest

Small kisses being planted on the side of your neck as you let out another sigh of relief as you spoke trying not to drown in the comfort being given to you “ baby “

Your body shook as you heard a deep grunt of acknowledgment “ we — we need to talk “

you felt as another set of kisses were placed to your neck before his head snuggled into the spot between your neck and shoulder “ I— I think I made a mistake“

You bit at your lip as you kept going “ I— I was trying my best to stick up for myself y’know like you told me”

“ mm—and did you“

“ I did —I mean I did stick up for myself and I had to I needed to bu—”

“ slowly losing interest y/n “

you let out a shallow cough “ but I think I did it at the wrong time “

his body stood up a bit straighter head still remaining in the same place somehow “ baby I —i lost my job “

You felt as your boyfriends body went hard almost as if he was trying not to slam your own body into the floor in anger his grip around your waist only getting tighter “ like I said I — I wrong time“

“ wrong time? — y/n wrong place “ he screamed as he jolted your soul out of your already shaken figure. His head flying back to look at you conveying all the anger and annoyance he held, “ what the fuck do we do now “

you let out a small laugh to try to ease the tension “ we — we rely on your hero check ? “

You watched as he sucked his teeth and moved out of the kitchen “ I can barely feed a fucking roach with my salary y/n “ his voice getting louder as he walked into the living room you following closely behind “ i — i can barely feed you — us — y/n this is why we don’t have little crumb snatchers running around now “

his voice deep and heavy “ cause we’re broke do you get that babe ? huh no — fuck — you— fuck fuck fuck you gotta go back — you can’t just be chilling around the fucking house while i’m working my ass off that’s not how starting a family works y/n “

“ baby it’s just until I can get a new job “

“ tch— and how long will that take y/n “

“ well I— “

“ huh months ? “

“ well n— “

“ couple weeks “

“ I mean hopefull— “

“ babe you don’t even fucking know “ he sighed as he griped the skin on the bridge of his nose “ so fucking stupid — so so so fucking stupid “

the room went quiet as your eyes dropped to the ground. “ wel— no — I — I don’t know kats” you shook your head “ I— I really don’t“

“ and that’s the problem y/n “ he screamed eyes finally opening to look at you.

God, he loved you but seriously you just didn’t think sometimes

It’s not that he was calling you stupid it’s just that he really really loved you

He loved that you listened to him. That whenever he gave advice you heard it and went with it.

The night he told you to speak up he was honestly just fucking with you. He always forgets that he has someone who loves him now meaning he’s taken seriously. He always forgets he’s not in high school anymore.

He can’t say something crazy and asshole—ish and expect to just be ignored. He has someone that loves him and will truly listen.

Your not the stupid one

nor the one in the wrong he is

and he knows he is because he heard everything you said about your situation. Yet, he knew you were different from him whereas he had been speaking his mind for years regardless of ranks.

You couldn’t.

You had a job where everything relied on ranks and status. You couldn’t just say whatever the fuck you wanted to like he could and yet he convinced you that night to speak up whenever your boss gave you extra work you didn’t wanna do.

His eyes felt heavy and so did his body his brain automatically beating himself up as he stared at you imagining the rough day youd had. If he was pissed off with the current situation he could only imagine how you felt.

Someone who hated to rely on others yet, now having to rely on their boyfriend.

“ come here “ your eyes lit up at the statement as your tired body wobbled over and into bakugous arms. Head hitting his chest as he crushed you “ I love you and i’m proud of you “

your heart sank.

“ fuck those idiots you only have room for one anyways and hes— fuck trust me I know i’m enough “

Shoto

“ so “

“ so “

You sat on the couch legs splayed out in front of you and hands playing with the tassels of the pillows placed next to you.

God you loved these pillows. You actually remember the day you bought them.

Y’know back when you had money

“ y/n “ you watched as shoto shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you “ my love what are you doing home “

He shook his head confused at the body placed comfortably next to his own “ your not supposed to be home for “ he looked down at his watch moving his suit jacket up his arm to create space and to make sure he was seeing the time correctly “ for 7 more hours “

you let out a short laugh “ you sound like you just got caught cheating sho “

his eyebrows crinkled together as he stared at you in disgust “ y/n I would never “

His hand moved to be placed on your thigh “my love is that what you think ? — if that’s why your here then I can assure you tha—I mean honestly if so I would never be stupid enough to disrespect you in our home— you could’ve went to my office at least I mea— “

“ I lost my job shoto “

The air shifted as the hand on your thigh suddenly felt colder than before “ I— I lost my job “

you took a deep breath shaking your head “ it’s a long story on why but i’ve been leaving the house — pretending really— to go to work “

You chuckled “ god i’m sucha bad person “ your small chuckle turned into a hearty laugh as you felt your body go slack “ A fucking horrible timekeeper too if I managed to forget my husband gets off before me on weekends “

“ do not say these things about yourself “

“ it’s not like it’s a lie “ your tear filled eyes coming up to look at his. ” right “

“ I will not stand for this y/n “

“ for what — having an unemployed s/o—i mean you already have one so not much to do about that “

you scoffed “ why don’t you want a housewife ? huh“ you smiled “ I can wear the skirts for you y’know with the aprons cook you dinner and maybe we can have kids y’know we can even get —“

“ enough “

your body shook your eyes widened facing the 6 ft male now towering over you “ your always joking about serious things and I — I don’t understand “ his eyebrows creasing in desperate need to understand you. Eyes darting around your face “ how “

his voice going deeper as he got angrier “ y/n you lost your job“ his eyes grew wide “ do you realize how serious this is “

“ wh— “ you shook your head letting out a short scoff “ of course I do —I mean sho i’m the one who qui—lost it “

“ no you clearly don’t “ he scoffed “ not if your sitting here making jokes in my face “

His mouth quirked up in disgust “ it’s almost insulting — disgusting really “

“ wh— sho—“ you felt as a tear fell from your eye “ baby what could be so disgusting huh ? so ‘ insulting ‘ about me choosing to leave huh “

his eyes softened “ because of your reason to leave “

“ my reason ? “

“ my love I know you — I know you didn’t get fired and I know you wouldn’t just leave you loved it there “

your head dropped as your fiddled with your fingers “ so that means something led you to make that life changing decision and it hurts me that you were forced to make it “

Your heart broke, he was right he was always right, for days at work youd been dealing with an overbearing co worker who would tell you to do everything they didn’t feel like doing and when you finally decided to say no to them

They went and told your boss. Who even though you’d been working there longer than your so called coworker still believed everything they were told.

That was the day that you sadly found out your job favored years over hard work.

Due to the other person being there longer you were trumped in telling your story. It was seen as not necessary because , someone who was there for so long would have no reason to lie on someone like you.

A newbie

“ someone made you quit this job “

“ sho no they— I decided “

You felt as the couch shifted from him kicking it. You thinking he was moving to grab his shoes except walking past them and unlocking the door instead.

“ baby where are you going — we need to talk about how we’re going to split the bills now that i— “

“ i’ll handle it “

“ shoto you can’t put everything on your dads card we’re not “ you let out a soft exhale “ we’re not children anymore “

“ i’ll pay for it all myself — and you can be my little housewife “ he scoffed as your expression grew sour “ it was so funny a moment ago right “

“ shoto i’m not gonna ask again where are you going “

“ where else “

your eyebrows came together in a furrow “ wh— “

“ my love you work for my company ? obviously who ever I put in charge “ he shrugged walking barefoot to his car unlocking the door “ isn’t doing a very good job if they fire their bosses s/o ? “

He got into the drivers seat as he turned the car on and reversed the car “ needs to learn respect no ? so i’ll just have them switch places with you“ he smiled softly “ i’ll see you when I get home “

His once furious eyes turning soft at your body hidden in pajamas “ go inside baby —it’s cold —go order us some takeout i’ll be back in a little ok “

“ sho “

“ just let me handle this —i love you and i’ll be right back my love—go “

You shook your head softly “ go y/n “