#just. hm. for Fic Purposes this is pretty useful.

[orcelito]

minor details, but in chapter 68 of trimax we do see this bit:

the items that vash kept in his coat.

a "funbari doll" (which i cant find anything definite online about what that is with just a cursory look, so im going to run under the assumption that theyre some kind of collectable in-universe) & it's a red one, which is apparently rare. he still has the same pen radio that connects to his earring that's used waaay back on the sandsteamer. a swiss army knife, a random key, a used tissue (?), and...

a lighter? blow torch? i still cant tell what that last bar thing is tho. & i guess he had some kind of (normal) coin too? but Only One.

love the characterization implications for this lol. definitely the kind of pocket contents i'd expect from a silly immortal with a big coat

[abbyshands]

i need more sub ellie omg that was so good

welcomed

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♡ a/n; this is an old req but !!! finally getting around to it so let’s hope this suffices. been having breeding kink brain rot the last few days so this was more than necessary <3

♡ pairing; sub!ellie williams x dom!fem!reader

♡ warnings; ellie calls reader mommy/mama/ma'am, use of a dildo, choking (r!receiving), sweet degrading (pretty slut, sweet whore), praise, nicknames for ellie (hun, baby, sweet girl, pretty girl), titty sucking, huge breeding kink, reader refers to dildo as her cock/dick, dildo is referred to as reader's cock/dick, etc

♡ synopsis; you had been out on patrol, all fucking day. so, when you're finally back home, finally back in ellie's arms, she's not afraid to show you just how much she missed you.

♡ wc; 1.6k

she said “fuck me like i’m famous,” i said, OKAY.

FOR VISUAL PURPOSES.

ellie had all but jumped into your arms as soon as you had gotten back from patrol, face buried into your neck, hands around your body. she was needy, your poor baby, pent up all day from you being gone.

and you couldn't just leave her like that, could you?

you were kneeling in the midst of ellie's legs, spread wide open for you, her pretty pussy soaked as you pumped your black dildo in and out of it. ellie's head was cocked backwards, auburn hair messy over the pillow as small whines escaped her lips.

"m- mommy, fuck," she cussed as her body squirmed, her hands rested on your hips as her face went pink. "please, can you, fuck, need you to, mmm," she spluttered. she couldn't properly get her words out, not when you were fucking her like this.

but you wouldn't let her off that easy.

"what, baby? c'mon, use your words for me," you rasped, beginning to rub your thumb over ellie's swollen clit as you forced your dildo in and out of her cunt. ellie let out a small groan of annoyance as she bit into her bottom lip.

“f- faster, mommy. c’you move faster?” ellie whined, pale green eyes wide and dilated as ellie looked into you. and if moves could speak? she'd be fucking begging.

you take it upon yourself to force your cock deeper into ellie's cunt, causing a mewl of your name to escape her lips, her body jerking. you can't help the smirk that crosses your face when it happens, and, of course, it only encourages you to give her all that she's asking for.

“mhm. whatever my pretty slut needs,” you hum, pumping your black dildo in and out of ellie's pussy as fast as your hand will allow you to.

ellie's response is quick as her head falls back into the pillow behind her, because just like that, you've got your girl right where you want her. “f- fuck! feels so, fuck, good. don’t stop, mama.”

“not gonna, hun. nah uh. gonna keep fucking this cunt ‘til my baby’s making a mess all over my cock, yeah?” you rasp, and now, you move closer. you move so you’re hovering above ellie on your knees, while managing to make your access to her cunt even better than it'd been before.

“mmph, y- yes, mommy,” she whined brokenly, clearly liking the view of you on your knees. maybe a bit too much, but not that you minded at all.

ellie only grew more desperate, more needy, as time went on. you'd be concerned she was being a bit too loud, to the point where people outside of your shared home could hear you. if you gave a fuck.

“god, shit,” ellie moaned as she reached her hand out to grasp your neck, veiny hands closing around it in a somewhat rough grip. you let out a groan of your own once the pressure seeps into your skin, your eyes shutting in pleasure in no more than a second.

“oh, would you look at that. is mommy fucking her girl dumb? god, such a sweet fucking whore," you praise your good girl, even if the rasp in your tone makes you sound pretty whorish yourself. "all cockdrunk for me when i’m only using my hand. must really like mama’s dick, hm?” you tease.

ellie nods eagerly in response, like you'll suddenly fade away if she doesn't. she forces herself to look into your eyes just to drive you crazy, and she does. "mmm, y- yeah, w- want you to, fuck, put a baby into me, mommy. canfeelyousodeep.”

well, that was new. and ridiculously welcomed.

you and ellie had had talks every once in a while, about what it would be like to have a baby, if you could. who would get who pregnant, who could handle it better. silly discussions of the sort that were usually just that: silly. but now? fuck. you hadn't known it would go to your girl's head like this. you hadn't known how much it would go to yours.

and what kind of person would you be to not oblige?

“is that right, hun? need me to fuck a baby into that pretty little pussy of yours?” you voice, and the words come out easily, as if you've said them to ellie over and over again in the past. ellie's brain seems to click right there, because she enables a moan so pornographic from her lips, it's criminal. illegal.

ellie doesn't have enough time to find herself embarrassed by what she's just said. she's too damn needy, too wet, too far gone, to really say much at all. barely, she manages to mutter a few words in response. “mmm, yes, please. s’all i want. you’re all i want," she says, and it's obvious her words are genuine. she needs you. no one else. just you.

“such a good girl. god, so fucking tight. pretty hole’s just begging for me to fill it, huh?" you groan, her words making you ravenous, and her whines making you crazy. you move in closer to ellie, your lips a mere few inches away from hers, before going on. "wanna be filled in mommy’s cum so bad, don’t you, yeah? my pretty slut needs me to fill her up?"

ellie's speechless, pausing, just to whimper as loud as she can, her eyes rolling back into her head as she begins to feel your index rubbing her swollen clit. you give her her time, fucking her into submission as you wait for her to become coherent once more. and when she does? 

you know she's a wreck for you.

“y- yes, ma’am. so bad. please, i’ll be so good for you. s’good, just, just—please," she splutters out finally, voice broken, whiny, and goddamn desperate, and all you could think about was how pretty she was. too pretty for her own good. and just to cap it?

she was all yours.

“i know you will. such a pretty little slut for me, hm? needy girl. gonna make you a mama, yeah? just like you want,” you rasp.

but you’re nowhere near done.

“god, my sweet whore can’t get enough of me, huh? let me use this pretty pussy all day if i wanted to. how long have you been craving me, baby?”

ellie’s way too quick to answer. “all day, mama. patrol’s too long, fuck. could barely manage," ellie easily obliges your ask, and you can't help but chuckle, nor can you help what you do following.

but ellie doesn't seem to mind.

you bend down from your knees and use your lips to latch onto one of ellie's pretty nipples, which is rock hard for you. you've got her moaning easily as you swirl masterfully around her breast, all while your attack on her pussy never ceases. “poor girl. probably getting yourself wet, pretty legs all pressed up, body begging for some release," you say, words coherent, as your lips remain on ellie's nipple. "well, don’t worry, hun. mommy’s here to take care of you. right?”

ellie nodded eagerly, her hand remaining on your neck, but now being on the back of it. words failing her badly, she can only manage a broken, little, “r- right.”

maybe if you were feeling mean, you'd make your girl say a little bit more than that. but right now, from the way ellie was looking up at you, to how fucking soaked she was? you decided to be a bit more generous than usual.

your movements on, in ellie's pussy, and your lips on her nipple, make it impossible for her to hold on for much longer, as you knew it would. actually, it'd been your goal from the jump. her grip on your neck grows rougher, and you know you've got her now. “fuck, mommy, so close, s’close. can feel you in me, fuck," ellie whines.

“i know you can, hun. gonna fill my pretty girl up, yeah? make a fucking mama out of you like you want," you groan as you feel her fingers close around your neck's back, cutting off more of your oxygen, and sending a rush of butterflies down to your own cunt. "just keep being good for me. give you as many babies as you want.”

“mmph, as many as i want, mommy?” ellie whimpers. oh, does she like that idea.

you smirk, adoring the way ellie's words flow so prettily from her lips. adoring the way only you can make her feel like this; how the gorgeous brunette below you was yours and yours alone. “mhm. whatever my baby needs? she can have.”

and, finally. . .

“f- fuck, m- mommy, gonna cum. please, can i cum?”

you quicken your pace, moving your hand as fast as you possibly can as you force your dick in and out of ellie's cunt at a goddamn sinner's pace. it's only then that you decide to allow ellie's body to have all it's been begging for. “mmm, ‘course you can, sweet girl," you rasp, easily. "c’mon. make a mess for me.”

she doesn't need much more than that.

you have ellie finishing in seconds once you give her permission to, and the brunette girl is gorgeous as she buries her face into the pillow, voice a whiny wreck, your name falling from her lips. her back arches up into your hand as you talk her through her orgasm, your own face growing warm as you watch her fall apart for you.

“oh, fuck, thankyou, thankyousomuch," ellie hurriedly moaned out as her rear side came back down to the bed. her green eyes bored into yours as she panted, pale cheeks hot in a rosy blush. "you’re so fucking good. fuck.”

“y’think so, baby?” you smile at her, slowly but surely removing your cock from her cunt once you were sure she was fully pleased. ellie returned your expression, but it wasn't in the form of a smile, or a grin. she was smirking.

you knew full well what that was about.

“i know so. now, can i make you feel good, too?”

reblogs are very much welcomed (get it?) <3

divider creds !

[seeingivy]

meet and greet

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

**part of my best friends older brother fic

previous part linked here

--

sukuna often comes home to you.

it’s never without warning - a text from you, begging to be freed from your roommates who apparently can’t keep their hands off of each other - and then you’re settled onto his couch, into one of his blankets, when he comes home.

sukuna would never be one to deny you. and on the third week, sukuna reasons that it’s practical. giving you a key to his apartment. one for you to keep, so you didn’t have to bend over and snag the spare from underneath his rug everyday. 

so he sets it down -  right in the middle of your book - before pressing a kiss to your cheek and letting you stew in your own feelings while he showers. and when he opens the door to the bathroom, he can hear your pounding feet right before you appear before him. 

“hey.” 

he smiles. 

“someone’s eager. can you let me put some clothes on, pretty girl?” 

you look down, at the fact that sukuna’s wrapping the towel around his bare waist, and pale. 

“no! no, sorry. i mean yes. sorry. i’ll come back.” 

sukuna relishes in the look on your face, that you’ve scrunched up your nose and forehead at how awkward you were being, as he places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing ever so slightly. he watches as your eyes slowly open, as you empathetically mouth the word sorry again, before he shrugs. 

it was a habit the two of you had fallen into, rather fast. sukuna was quick to realize that your head tended to run in ten places at once, that your mouth could barely keep up with whatever was going on in your head. and you were quick to stop - coaxed by a gentle squeeze of the shoulder - when you realized that you were going too fast and he couldn’t keep up. 

“you can stay. just promise not to look.” he mumbles, grinning to himself at the pink flush that goes down your neck as he gestures for you to follow. 

sukuna watches as you sit pretty on his bed, fists curled up in your lap, and your eyes dutifully shut as he quickly throws on a pair of clothes. he stops himself from talking too fast, taking the second to watch you, observe you like this. 

at you listening to him. so obediently. 

“are you decent?” you ask, eyes still pinched shut. 

“almost never.” 

“you know what i meant.” you deadpan. 

“yes, y/n. i’m wearing clothes.” he murmurs. 

sukuna brings his hands around your cheeks, slowly pulling you up into his embrace as he feels you slowly settle against him, your hands warm on his biceps. 

“had something you wanted to say?” he murmurs, lips warm on your forehead as you shudder. 

you focus in on his tattoo, curling down the length of his shoulder, tracing the inked skin with your fingertips. you swallow down the retort that you have, that he wasn’t wearing a shirt and therefore wasn’t fully clothed or decent, and decide to save it for another time.

and try to figure out the best way, the most appropriate way, to broach what sukuna had just given you. 

“sukuna.” 

“hm?” 

“a key to your apartment?” you whisper. 

“that’s right.” he murmurs. 

you press yourself flesh to him, arms wrapped underneath his, as you feel the warmth run to your face. it’s moments like these that you can barely even look at him, because talking and maintaining contact with his eyes simultaneously had proven to be a difficult feat. 

he made you nervous. you know that he uses it to his advantage. 

like he was right now. purposely dropping the key on you, only to fully talk when he wasn’t wearing a shirt. you knew that sukuna had to be aware. of how he made you feel. you’ knew he was the observant type. and that he was perceptive too.

it’s almost too precise. too intentional, the way he touches you. like you're glass in his hands, only touching you where you touch him first.

in almost two weeks, his lingering brushes haven’t gone past your hips or your thighs, his warm kisses stopping right at your neck. it was entirely different to the haphazard, almost callous hands that you were used to, in your granted very limited experience. 

it made your entire body twitch. though you suppose that’s the effect that sukuna just has on people. 

“you ever think we’re going a little too fast?” you ask. 

“did i ask you to move in with me?” 

“no.” 

“did i propose marriage?” 

you scoff. 

“no.” 

“put a kid in you?” 

“obviously not.” 

sukuna laughs, right before pushing you back on the bed, ignoring your yelps as he all but crawls on top of you, his necklace hovering right above your lips as he smiles down at you. 

“then how are we moving too fast?” he asks. 

“you can’t just give me a key to your apartment. what if i’m a serial killer?” 

“right. i’m going to get stabbed by a knife wrapped in a sparkly pink bow.” 

“you could! have you never watched criminal minds? people will do anything these days.” you defend. 

sukuna pauses, before he slowly dips down, lips warm on your cheek. 

“are you planning on murdering me anytime soon?” he whispers. 

“no.” 

he responds with a kiss, before latching his lips straight to your neck. 

“are you going to secretly plot to poach the apartment from me?” 

“no.” 

this time his lips linger for too long in that spot, the pressure increasing so fast that it makes you can’t even stop the yelp from coming out of your mouth even if you wanted to. 

“are you going to steal from me?” 

“maybe your shirts.” you murmur. 

“maybe my shirts.” he repeats, resembling an affirmation. like he’s giving approval.

sukuna finally releases the spot on your neck, which you’re sure will purple over by tomorrow, as he brings his left hand down into your hair. 

“you have weird fucking roommates. don’t think i haven’t noticed that you keep coming back here to study. to have some peace and quiet. just take the key and use the space. what’s mine is yours.” 

you wrap your hand around the silver chain, pulling him closer to you as you muster your best, more intense stare for him. but sukuna just thinks that you oddly resemble a kitten when you do it and swallows down his laugh. 

“promise i won’t disturb you?” 

“disturb? no. distract, however? i imagine that’s nearly impossible for you to do.” 

“hey. i would leave you alone if you asked me to.” 

“why would i ever ask you to do that?” he responds, pushing off the bed and holding his hand out to you as you both pad out of his bedroom and back out to the kitchen. 

--

on friday, sukuna sends you a message from his work email. 

Dear Y/N,  Are you free tonight?  Best,  Sukuna 

you snicker, as you open up the email chain and type your reply. 

dear king of my ass,  i knew the age gap was going to bite us in the butt. did you just send me an EMAIL? are you about to invite me to a NURSING HOME?  your friendly neighborhood spiderman,  y/n 

the response comes back extremely fast. 

dear queen of my dick,  did you learn how to write emails from a cereal box? have some decorum. and i’m only two years older than you, for your information.  my colleagues have decided to take my phone for the day in their very futile efforts at stopping me from arguing with our boss. and naturally, the group of them have decided to look through my phone and now have every intention to meet you. can you meet us for drinks at six?  the green goblin,  sukuna 

you respond back just as fast. 

dear prince of cooties,  interesting. who are these clowns? and why do they know your phone passcode when you won’t even tell me? >:(  (your response is contingent on my arrival, traitor)  member of the order of the phoenix,  y/n 

you step off the train, nervously waiting for a response, as you sprint up to your apartment to find a for a good outfit to wear. that would impress sukuna and his friends. 

the mere thought of it fills you with anxiety when you think about it. that sukuna’s friends would be domineering, as intense, if not even more than he was. and that it would be very easy for you to embarrass him. 

your royal stinkiness,  do i need to come over and shut you up? you’re yapping an awful lot. and our resident pain in the ass only noticed - and badgered me to invite you to our plans - when he saw my lock screen. i’ll meet you at yours at five thirty.  your most beloved death eater,  sukuna 

there’s a very simple solution to your problem. the only person who can help you with your outfit is your roommate, mai. 

--

sukuna never found it in himself to police what a woman wears. mainly because it never did him any good in the past. a high heel to the foot, getting yanked out of the bar by his hair, and worst of all, losing the hair cells in his ear from the screaming. 

but you can’t be serious. there’s no way he’s going to let you wear that. 

“uh, you can come in. just be quiet. mai has one of her guys over. i just need to finish my makeup.” 

and change your outfit. 

the retort dies on his tongue as follows you through your dorm, only now acutely aware of the age difference between the two of you, as the smell of sex reeks in the foyer, reminding him too vividly of when he was in college four years ago. 

you drag him straight into your room by the wrist, sitting down at your vanity, as sukuna lingers around your room - his hands on all of your little trinkets - as you brush the last of the powders on your cheeks. 

“this is perverted.” he states. 

you turn around to find your sonny angel in his hand, as you stand up and snatch it back from his hands before glaring at him. 

“don’t talk about her like that. it’s a special edition.” 

“it isn’t wearing any clothes.” 

“i could throw you out for the same reason but you don't see me doing that. put her back. "

you settle back into your vanity as he comes up behind you, smiling at you from the mirror before resting his arms right at your sides. he bends down and presses a kiss into your bare shoulder, his eyes quickly wavering down before meeting yours again. 

thank god for mai. 

“are you going to wear that?” sukuna asks, carefully picking his words. 

he watches as you turn back and look at him, eyes wide. 

“do you not like it?” you murmur. 

“do you like it, y/n?” he asks. 

you swallow hard. 

“what do you mean?” you ask. 

sukuna knows for a fact that he’s right. that in the three weeks that he’s been privy to be this close to you, what he’s gathered is correct. and he desperately hates that he has to wrestle you out of this outfit now, because there’s no way he was going to watch you twitch and shuffle in your seat the entire night. 

for reasons that are entirely lost to him, you’re not very comfortable with certain parts of your body. he can tell from the clothes you pick out, from the way you tend to shift nervously and yank your own shirts down when you feel something might be showing too much. 

he can gather as much. you’re not particularly fond of your chest. you tend to dress more modestly when it comes to the shirts you wear, always layered and hardly revealing. you’re not nervous when it comes to your legs. he's seen you sporting shorts and skirts, even going as far as letting him place his hands on your thighs. 

and he’s almost positive that there’s no way that you feel comfortable now. because your shoulders are tense and you keep pulling your top up, nervously readjusting your hair onto your shoulders to cover the most that he can. 

it’s only then that he notices it. 

“your hair.” he states. 

“what about it?” 

“fix it.” he demands. 

you turn back to look at him again, tilting your head to the side in confusion. and he’s not sure if you’re doing it on purpose, trying to get him to verbalize his embarrassing request or get on his nerves, but he’s intent on getting you back for it all the same. 

“the ribbon. put it on.” he responds, grating the words through his teeth. 

you feel the smile spread across your face - and immediately wipe it off when he glares at you - as you rummage through your drawer for one of your ribbons and quickly lace it in with the strands. and he gives you his approval - in the form of a kiss on the top of your head - before kneeling at your side. 

“are you trying to impress me? with the shirt?” he asks.

“yeah. but it’s not a bad thing! i….i just want to look nice for you. and your friends.” 

sukuna takes a deep breath. it seems that you were always deadset on testing his patience. 

“who put that thought into your head? and for your sake, i’ll pretend that i didn’t hear the end of that sentence.” he utters, wholly irritated. 

“about your friends-” 

sukuna leans closer to you, knocking over the tiny bottles of serums and makeup on your desk, as his breath fans onto your face.

“don’t repeat it again. you’re only supposed to dress like that for me.” 

you feel the embarrassment course through you. 

“sor-” 

“change.” he repeats, pushing off of the desk and knocking everything else off the stand. 

he finds himself in your closet, pushing your hangers on the rod before yanking out one of your dresses, as you nod and shoo him out of your room. and when you shimmy the dress on, discarding the old top onto your bed.

sukuna’s satisfied by the smile you give him, that you seem to release your breath as he all but pulls you out of your apartment by your wrists. 

--

sukuna stops you before you walk into the bar. and makes you repeat the promises he’s asked you to make. though, you really can’t understand half of them. 

“okay, repeat for me.” 

“i am under no circumstances allowed to divulge that we’ve known each other since we were kids. specifically to satoru. i’m not allowed to exchange social media with shoko. and i’m not going to interact with anyone at the other tables.” 

“good girl.” 

sukuna tucks you into his side, as he pushes open the door, and drags you to the table all the way in the back. there’s four people seated there, each clearly still in their work clothes of buttoned up shirts and blazers. 

sukuna reaches for the one closest to the edge, with white hair and blue eyes, before nearly yanking him out of the booth and instructing him to sit on the other side. 

“i was sitting there!” he pouts, wrapping his arm around the blonde at his side who recoils in response. 

“and now she’s sitting there.” sukuna states, pushing you into the middle seat of the booth.

sukuna places his hand flat on your knee before pushing down, in an effort to stop your nervous bouncing. 

“y/n. these are my coworkers, sa-” 

“friends! we’re his friends!” the white haired man states again, smacking his fist on the table. 

“coworkers. shoko, nanami, satoru, and suguru.” he clarifies. 

“it’s nice to meet you guys. my name is y/n!” 

“blink twice if you’re in danger. or if he’s holding you hostage.” shoko states, peering into your eyes. 

you laugh, pleasantly surprised and less nervous by the joking demeanor - and the fact that the four of them are actually smiling at you - as you slump down into the chair. you place your hand over sukuna’s under the table and squeeze. 

“how did you guys meet?” nanami asks. 

“we met when we were…at the grocery store.” you state. 

“meet cute!” satoru states, clapping his hands together as sukuna rolls his eyes. 

and it goes decently well. because sukuna’s friends, or coworkers, aren’t what you expected in the slightest. you find out very quickly that satoru likes to annoy sukuna like it’s his one job in life, which sukuna absolutely detests. and that suguru, whose increasingly soft smiles have been helping you all night, has been dating him for the past two years. 

“do you think we’re best friends in every universe, sukuna?” satoru asks. 

“we aren’t best friends.” 

“sukuna!” 

“i would kill you in another life. and this one too, given the chance.” 

and it all comes crashing down - the warm, gooey feeling you have from being liked by sukuna’s friends, that they remind you of your own - when someone pulls up a chair to the end of the booth, sitting on it backwards, slurring as they talk. 

“do i know you from somewhere?” 

you take in his appearance and immediately pale, realizing that you do in fact know him somewhere. and that it wasn't very pleasant. and that in the next few seconds, sukuna’s going to revert to his teenage rage when he finds out you lied about what happened at the bar a few weeks ago. 

“no! no, i don’t think so.” 

“do you think you would be able to quit being a nuisance for one night, zenin?” shoko asks, making it a point to light a cigarette right in his peripheral. 

“i swear i know you from somewhere. have we met before?” 

“i’m afraid not.” you respond. 

“i’m afraid not?” he repeats, squinting his eyes together before they go wide. 

wrong choice of words. because he catches on fast enough and responds by smacking his fist right on the table, before laughing. 

“this is our boss, naoya zenin. unfortunately, he’s always like this.” suguru murmurs, mustering a polite smile. 

“that’s what you said to me. i’m afraid not. before you bit me.” naoya clarifies. 

you pale and look over at sukuna, whose ears have perked up, as he leans over his forearm, his fists clenched on the table. 

“what did you just say?” sukuna asks. 

“this is the crazy bitch i told you about a few weeks ago. she fucking bit me when i tried to kiss her.” 

“it was an accident. you just caught me off guard!” you clarify. 

and within the blink of an eye, sukuna’s punched him straight in the nose, sending the poor guy to the ground. and you can tell he makes no move to stop when he holds him up by the collar of his shirt, as nanami and satoru stand at his sides, urging him to settle down.

you remember now from the email that sukuna had stated, rather explicitly, that it took the group of them to settle him down from his boss everyday. and now his hatred for him was certainly worse.

shoko and suguru are at your sides, hands on your shoulders, as they pinch their faces up. 

“c’mon, sukuna. not worth it.” nanami murmurs, trying to wrestle the poor guy out of his hands. 

“are you really going to do this in front of your girl?” satoru asks, eyes wide as he glances over at you. 

sukuna clears his throat, like he’s thinking, before he talks. 

“suguru.” 

he sighs at your side. 

“really, sukuna. it’s not a good look.” he responds. 

“exactly. so get her out of here.” he repeats, glaring at him, as suguru and shoko oblige start shuffling you out of the bar by your sides and taking you out into the cold of the bar. 

but the windows are clear. and the shades are pulled wide open. the fact that the two of them have escorted you out leaves little to the imagination. because sukuna swings the second your feet hit the pavement and the resounding cracks that follow could only meet one thing. 

“we’re sorry about him. he’s not always like this.” suguru states. 

“no, he is. he’s been like this since he was like thirteen.” you murmur. 

you feel your eyes widen, as suguru and shoko look over at you, confused. 

“ah. you know. he’s told me before. about how he was as a kid. real emotional guy.” 

“no he hasn’t.” shoko states. 

suguru breaks out into a smile. 

“have you known sukuna for a while? like…since you were kids?” suguru asks. 

“don’t tell satoru. he made me promise. but i’ve known him since i was four. he’s my best friend’s older brother.” 

and then shoko and suguru are barely able to contain their laughs, the latter nearly toppling onto the pavement as tears sprout out of his eyes. which is the exact sight that sukuna walks out to - seeing stars from his left eye as the skin swells up. he’s quick to stand at your side, as you reach out for his fists, eyeing the red smeared all over them. 

“not mine. most of it anyways.” 

“your eye. are you-” 

“i had to let him get one in. so i don’t get fired.” he shrugs, as he look over at suguru, who is now being pulled up by satoru. 

he glares. 

“what the fuck is so funny?” 

“y/n promised she wouldn’t let satoru find out. scouts honor.” 

you watch as sukuna’s cheeks turn pink, and as he quickly waves goodbye to everyone, before he’s dragging you down the block to the car and far away from them. 

--

“hold the ice pack there.” you scold, pushing the block back into his face as he rolls his eyes. 

you’re intent on disinfecting and wrapping both of sukuna’s knuckles, because save for what he said, there’s deep cuts along the length of both of his hands. 

“it’s fine.” he states. 

“you know. he was bleeding too. hiv can be passed through bodily fluids.” 

sukuna laughs, as you fight the urge to smile, and you carefully tie the white bandages around his wrist. his hands are calloused under yours, rough as you brush your fingers around his peeled skin and he lightly flinches. 

“relax.” you murmur. 

“you bit him?” he asks. 

you groan. 

“you’re in no position to be asking me questions right now. i’m mad at you.” 

“you’re mad at me? and what did i do to be so worthy of your wrath?” 

“i was having fun! i didn’t want to leave yet. and i didn’t realize you were still stupid enough to get into fights, sukuna.” 

“he called you a bitch. that warranted more than what i did.” 

"don't pretend that was you showing mercy, sukuna. he probably got dragged out on his feet."

"and if he didn't, i'll make sure of it on monday."

you sigh.

“now i’m never going to tell you what happened.” you state. 

sukuna rests one of his hands by your side, setting the icepack down and squeezing hard as you focus in on the bandage on the other side. 

“ice pack.” 

“don’t want it. i want to know what happened.” 

“well, i’m not going to tell you.” 

sukuna reaches his hands beneath the pleats of your dress, lifting you straight onto the counter, and pushing so close into your space that you’re lying down flat on the granite of his counter. and naturally, he’s hovering over you again, his pink hair tickling your forehead.

you find it annoying that he always talks to you like this. mostly because it sends your heart straight into your throat and you find it hard to talk. 

“you should really ice that. and do you always feel the need to be on top of me when you talk to me?” 

“only when you’re being bratty and won’t listen.” he states. 

“i wasn’t done with your hand.” 

“and i wasn’t done talking to you.” 

you pause.

“promise you won’t do anything.” 

“absolutely not.” 

“sukuna.” 

“fine.” 

“i was talking to him at the bar. he leaned into to kiss me. i didn’t want to, so i said i couldn’t. be asked why. if i liked him. i said “i’m afraid not” and then he leaned in again. fully this time. and i was so shocked that i accidentally bit his tongue before i could push him off. and then he called me an ugly bitch and walked away.” 

sukuna pushes off the counter, yanking you off of your back by your forearms before he holds his hand out to you again. and places the ice pack flat against his eye. you shoot him a grateful smile as you finish the other bandage and then press yourself flesh against him. 

“i made no promises. i’m going to punch him again on monday.” he states.

“had a feeling. you're going to get fired.” you state. 

"nope."

"he'll report you to hr."

"and i'll tell them that he tried to sexually assault my girlfriend."

you feel your cheeks burn, your heart thumping fast in your chest. at sukuna so freely giving you the label, like it was almost nothing to him.

"you're crazy."

“you’re fine with it? me beating it out of him?” 

“no. but that’s not going to stop you is it?” you ask. 

“absolutely not. he put his hands on you. I have every intent to break them.” 

always one for the dramatics.

you drag your hands down the length of his arms, before taking his hands in yours. sukuna’s never had someone look at him like this, so intently, so carefully at his injured flesh like they wanted to take the pain away away. and there’s a part of him, one that’s too proud, that won’t ask for what he wants. 

“that’s fine. it’ll be your fault when you get herpes.” you state. 

“herpes aren't passed by blood.” he responds.

“why do you know that? speaking from past experience?” 

“shut up.” 

“well, now i’m never having sex with you. you can say goodbye to that fantasy.” 

“you wound me.” 

you release his hands as you reach for your things by the door, slipping your shoes on as you shoot him a smile. and it’s your smile, so full and bright, that supersedes the pride. 

“y/n?”

“yeah?” 

“can you come here?” 

you nod, shuffling over as you tuck the purse into the crook of your arm, and look up at him. 

“you’re not going to kiss it better?” he states. 

it comes out as a demand, almost sarcastic. although he didn’t mean it that way. he silently hopes that you’re able to parse out the real meaning and that you’ll oblige his request. 

“needy.” 

you stand on your tip toes and press a kiss to the pink near his eye, before locking your hands in with his and placing a kiss softly on top of both of the bandages. 

and when sukuna leaves, he can’t wait to beat it out of naoya again on monday. just to have you tenderly wrap him back up and put him back together after. 

--

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[miniwheat77]

Bad. (Stepdad!Graves x Reader.)

!stepcest, smut, p in v sex, graves being rough, non con, cheating, unprotected sex, alcohol, proceed with caution you’ve been warned. NO MINORS!

Please go easy this is my first graves fic 😱

Not edited.

It wasn’t a secret that you didn’t particularly like your step dad.

He was a bit of an asshole sometimes and was always gone. Your mom was usually with him, which meant you were always home alone. He pretty much killed your relationship with her. You used to be close with her until he came along. Now, it was different. Your mom was out of town for a few weeks because of your grandmother and left you and him alone.

You left the night before she did and stayed over at a friends house, purposely avoiding a goodbye, and avoiding the awkwardness between the both of you. You knew he’d try to be friendly, he always did.

It’s been a few nights and you finally get a text from him around 11pm. He’s telling you to come home.

You ignore it for a while until you get another text from your mom. To come home. Meaning he’d went and complained to her as well. It was annoying. You’d already been drinking, you knew you shouldn’t have started just yet. Now, you had no choice but to go home inebriated.

You knew you had to listen to them because despite being over 18, it was their house and they made it very clear you had to abide by their rules, so you asked a friend to drop you off.

She pulls into your driveway and she laughs as you fist bump her. “Wish me luck.” You grumble. “With your hot step-dad? Yeah. Good fucking luck.” She shakes her head. “God, you would say that.” You roll your eyes. Hearing her laugh. You close the car door shut and walk toward the door.

You open it up, stepping inside. He’s sitting on the couch but he stands when you come inside. “Pretty late, don’t you think?” He asks. “Yeah, I would’ve stayed longer but you wanted me home.” You sigh, shoving your hands into your pockets after you close the door behind yourself. He laughs. “What’s with the attitude ah? You always got an attitude when you talk to me.” He smiles, looking down. You stay quiet. He moves closer. The scent of liquor hits his nostrils and he shakes his head. “Out drinking?” He sighs. “No wonder you’ve been gone a few days.”

You start to fidget under his gaze. This is probably the most conversation he’s ever made with you.

“What would your mom think?” He asks.

You roll your eyes. “She wouldn’t.” You scoff. Seeing his brows raise in surprise at your tone. “Watch it.” He crosses his arms. “It’s my house too, no more of that. I mean it.”

“You’re not my dad.”

“Yeah but you’re living with me.”

You shake your head. “Yeah, not for long.” You scoff, making a move to walk past him but he grasps your arm, slamming you into the wall behind you. A grin at his lips. “Listen sweetheart. We haven’t got to be alone just yet. You haven’t got to meet me… not really.” He laughs, shaking his head. His eyes flicker to your exposed chest, the v-neck you have on leaving little to the eyes. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip, eyes going back up to your face. You don’t miss it. “Your mom might let you talk to her like that. But you’re not gonna talk to me like that, baby.”

He smirks. “Fuck. You know…” he shakes his head, pressing himself up against you completely, feeling you tense up. “You’re such a bad girl. It’s almost like…” he nibbles at his lip. “Like you’re tryna get a rise out of me, is that right? Hm?” You start to fight against him but he quickly reprimands you. Grasping your wrists and pinning them above your head. “Please- stop. I’m sorry.” You breathe. He inhales your scent behind your ear. Your hair smells like shampoo still. “Shh.. nothing to be ashamed of sweetheart. S’okay. But I’m gonna show you. I’m gonna show you why you should behave for me.”

He freezes up, his teeth bright as he smiles. His smile fades quickly and he spins you around, pressing your front up against the wall. Holding your hands behind your back. He was much stronger than you. Your eyes still take a second to adjust, the buzz still strong. You gasp as he grasps a hold of your jeans, ready to pull them down your legs. “Don’t move a muscle.” He growls.

You tense up and he freezes as a knock on the door distracts him. “Stay there.” He growls. He makes his way to the door, opening it up. “Hey, sorry to bother you. I just dropped Y/N off and she forgot her phone.” You can hear her. Your eyes clench shut. “Oh, thanks. I’ll be sure to give it to her and let her know you stopped by.” He smiles. Closing the door. You stay completely still.

He chews on his bottom lip as he creeps his way back toward you. Arms crossed over his chest. He passes you your phone and the moment it’s in your hand, you’re bolting to your bedroom.

You’re rushing up the stairs, hearing him laugh as he chases after you, catching your ankle and pulling you down. You hit the stairs with a thud, a cry leaving your lips as you claw at the carpet to get away from him. “Oh come. Onnn. I’m not that bad am I?” You kick him back again and scramble to your feet. Rushing into your bedroom and slamming the door shut, locking it as fast as you can. You hear his footsteps getting to the door outside. You step back, hearing him laugh just outside. He looks at the closed door, a smile on his lips. He lowers his head. “Cat and mouse hmm?” He chuckles. “We can play that sweetheart. We can play whatever you want.”

“Leave me alone or I’ll call my mom!” You call from inside your room. Hearing him sigh. “Y/N. Listen sweetheart.” He starts. “This is for your own good. Right? You clearly have some behavioral issues. And I’m a good guy. I’m just trying to show you…” he trails off. “I’m gonna show you how to be good again. All it’s gonna take is a little bit of persuasion.” He sighs. “So just open the door baby.”

You stay completely silent. “I’ve read your little book sweetheart. The one you keep tucked between your box spring and mattress.”

Your eyes widen. “I know what you think of me. And it’s alright.”

“You’re going through my stuff?” You scoff.

“Mm.. well. Your mom told me to change your sheets for you. Happened upon it. I saw everything there. It’s alright. Nothing to be afraid of. Just.. let’s just talk baby. I swear I won’t do anything.”

You swallow hard. Looking down. “You promise?” You mumble.

“I promise. I won’t do anything, let’s just talk. I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

You walk slowly toward the door. Swallowing hard. You reach for the door. Nervous. You turn the lock slowly. Once he’s heard it click, he’s opening the door and you’re backing away from the door. He steps inside and closes it behind himself. You don’t see it, but he locks it.

He’s got jeans and white t-shirt on. He steps closer to you, he towers over you. “You- you promised!” You step back. He raises his hands in surrender. “I did. And I intend to keep it. Just.. sit down yeah?” He nods toward your bed. You sit down on it quickly. “What… what parts did you read?” You stumble over your words. “Oh honey.. I read all of it.” He sits down next to you. His arm brushing over yours. “It’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He rests his hand on your thigh, feeling you tense up. The alcohol is still buzzing in your system, seeming strong now that your blood has pumped so quickly through your veins.

“You were out drinking. That’s not something good girls do. I have to punish you for that.” He looks at you. You shake your head, rolling your eyes. He grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. Hearing you whimper. “You promised!” You try to pull away from him but he grasps hold of you again. “Why’s it so hard for you to be a good girl hm?” He growls. He lifts you up, pushing you down onto your bed, climbing on top of you and straddling your hips as you try to fight him off. He pins your hands above your head. “You’re so weak today.” He taunts. “That’s what they don’t tell you about drinking baby. You’re completely helpless.”

“Let’s see.. what’s a good punishment do you think? Earlier I was going to spank you like a little girl, but now.. now I think I should do something else. Because you ran from me. Back talked me.. locked me out.” He nibbles at his lip. “How about.. I take that virginity of yours.”

Your eyes widen and you start kicking again. You thrash beneath him but he holds you still. “You either cooperate and I’ll go easy or you can keep fighting. You’re not gonna like me when I’m mad.” He growls. You can feel tears pricking your eyes, and you look up at him. Going still. “Please.”

“Why are you crying now? Hm?” He shakes his head. “You wanted this, remember? All those times you rubbed this pretty pussy over the thought of me. It’s all over inside that diary of yours. What happened?” He laughs. Releasing your hands to reach for his belt. “Please.” You whine.

“You hate me so bad but can’t help but gush because of me. Pick one sweetheart.”

He laughs, exposing himself. You reach for his stomach, trying to push him back. He tugs your jeans down your legs and you’re about ready to give up. “Or you can hate me while you cum on my dick.” He grins. “No!” You squeal. Thrashing yourself more and more with every bit of energy you have left. “I mean it sweetheart. You keep thrashing like that n it’s gonna hurt.” He speaks through gritted teeth. “If I gotta force myself into this pussy it’s gonna hurt. So shut the fuck up-“ he wraps a hand around your throat. “And hold still.”

You cry out as he presses up against your entrance. His lips part. “Fuck.. you have such a pretty body.” He breathes. “God you’re gorgeous.” His tip disappears between your folds. He spits on his cock and drags it over your entrance, getting you wet enough to handle him. You watch him close, a hiccup leaving your lips as he sinks into you completely. A cry leaves your lips at the intrusion. You cry out, tears spilling over your eyelids. “Hey.” He sighs. “Listen to me.” He forces you to look up at him. “Just give me a chance.” He breathes. “Your punishment is over now, now it’s time for your reward, for being so good.”

“Your mom sure likes it, maybe you will too.”

Bile grows at the back of your throat and you almost wretch at what he’s just said. Turning away from him.!

“I’m kidding- I’m just kidding.” He laughs. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s been years sweetheart.” He laughs. “She’s made herself comfortable in another man’s bed.” He shakes his head. “I’m here for you.” He adjusts the way he’s resting. Moving up closer to you, pushing himself deeper. You flinch and try to move away from him. “Look at me.” He breathes, forcing you to look at him again. “Just relax.” His voice is soothing. “Relax, give yourself to me. You did so good, barely even flinched when I took your virginity.” He smiles down at you. “Keep looking at me okay?” You nod your head. “That’s it, that’s a good girl. So good.” He breathes. He draws his hips back, rocking back into you. You shiver, eyes filling with tears.

“It’s okay. Nothing to be afraid of. No reason to be upset anymore.” He leans down. Pressing his lips to yours. To his surprise, you kiss him back. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.” He smiles. He keeps a steady pace, allowing you to get used to him.

He gives you a few minutes before he decides to seal the deal.

He adjusts his angle, he knows this like the back of his hand, his favorite thing to do.

He’s never done it to a virgin before.

He angles his hips up, moving perfectly. Cock gliding through your folds. His cock nudges up against that spongy spot and your mouth falls open, crying out. “That’s it.” He laughs. You try to fight away from him, but he holds you still. “I’m so full-“ you hiccup. “It’s okay. I know it’s a lot. It’s your first time.” He breathes. “But just give it a second, it’ll feel so good.”

Your body starts to shake as he works you toward the edge of pure bliss, the fight you had is gone. You can barely keep quiet, but he doesn’t mind. He likes to hear you. “Look at me baby. I want you to memorize who’s making you feel this good.” He smiles, running his tongue over his bottom lip. His eyes look glossy almost. He’s enjoying himself just as much. “I- I’m gonna-“ your eyes screw shut, a mewl leaving your lips as you fall apart beneath him. Body shaking as you let go. “Yes.. that’s a good girl. You did so good. Just a little more.” He groans. He picks up his pace, using you to reach his own high.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, moaning out as he reaches his own high, your eyes widening when he finishes inside of you.

He rests his body weight on top of you, smothering you almost.

After resting there for a few minutes, he finally pulls away. A gasp leaves yours lips as he pulls out of you.

By now, you’ve sobered up completely and the gravity of the situation you’re in starts to set in. The both of you redress and he sits on the edge of your bed. “I’m sorry I forced myself on you.” He looks at you. You swallow hard, sitting on the edge of your bed, purposely a few inches from him. “It’s… it’s okay.”

“I want you to be a good girl. Keep yourself out of trouble. Can you do that for me?”

You nod your head. “Good.”

“Is.. is what you said true? Is my mom really seeing someone else?” You ask. He nods his head. “Yeah.. that’s where she is now. I’ve known about it for some time but.. I like having you around.” You keep quiet. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. It’s not your fault sweetheart. Cmere.” He pulls you into him, hugging you to his side. “I’m sorry for being so rough with you.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’ll make it up to you. I swear.”

You laugh.

“I forgive you. Just.. go easy on me next time.”

“Next time?” He smiles.

You look down, blush rising to your cheeks.

“Don’t go being a bad girl, you know what happens.” He forces you to look at him.

“Yes sir.” You look him in the eyes. He presses his lips to yours.

Maybe your step-dad wasn’t so bad after all.

[iwaasfairy]

omg atsuko… i miss that little incest demon 🫶😭

GiRL YOU AND ME BOth I missed him so much I miss his stupid smug face and his attitude and his clinginess and I !!! AgHDJFJFJ hang on I wanna give you a little snippet I scrapped from a fic of his ♡♡♡

tw mom x son incest, dubcon, possessiveness

The weight on you is much too heavy. The brief nap is therefore interrupted without an apology when you groan and try to free your arms from under his muscular chest. At your movement he breathes a soft laugh into the top of your hair, and squeezes you into a solid hug. “Hmn, you remember when we used to cuddle like this every afternoon?”

“That was-” you huff, and one of your arms make it out just enough to pet down his curly head of hair and between his shoulders “before you outgrew Tooru. Ahg- Atsuko, you’re too heavy, get off-”

Instead of listening, he chuckles and just turns his face towards you, and hovers that smiley, cursed mouth just a breath away. You could struggle. You could try to get out from under him. But he’s got that glint in his eyes that’s basically daring you to try, so the best you’ve got is to stare him down instead. And your boy just raises a brow, before sliding one hand up your shoulder to hold your throat. “Ohhh, am I? Poor you.”

He leans down to kiss your lips slowly and too deeply, enjoying dragging his tongue along yours as you wiggle, and then sits up halfway to allow you room to sit up. But before you can slide out of the couch, his large hands wind around your waist, and one hand hooking under the elastic of your panties, he turns you around and pulls you right back into his lap— his lips rosy. “C’mere. I haven’t gotten to -hm.” He cuts himself off by grinding his hips up against you, and forcing you to hold steady on his stomach. “-let me see your tits. Please.”

“Ko—,”

He doesn’t wait before sliding his hands under your loose comfy shirt and pulling it up over your head, rubbing himself against you as he moans. “Come on, dad’s not gonna be home for hours, and I’m hard just thinking about it.” He is. The flimsy athletic shorts are doing nothing to hide the feeling of the heat of his center against you, or the twitching of his hard cock as it is rolled along your slit. “Got hard seeing you,” he takes one tit into his mouth for a few seconds, before switching to your mouth to moan, “laying here with no bra, moaning my name-”

“I wasn’t,” you quickly breathe back, trying not to whimper as he takes your other tit and rolls the nipple along his teeth, making you jerk against him.

“You so were, mom.” He lifts you a little to push the damp cotton of your panties aside and instantly starts rubbing two fingers in lazy circles over your clit, and then smiles. His mouth is back on yours and swallowing down an embarrassingly needy moan and you— cant help it, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. “I know you like me most. That’s why you always get so fucking wet.” He pants in between kisses, sliding thick fingers through the mess and opening you up. “Makes that pretty pussy so sloppy and I haven’t even- taken out my cock yet, hm? You want my cock to fill you up?”

That dirty mouth doesn’t stop, not even when he starts kissing down your neck in sloppy, possessive kisses— tracing marks he definitely left on purpose last time too. Your pussy feels so hot and needy, and you don’t fight it when your body longs to chase after the touch to sit down onto his fingers when he slides them into you with a satisfied hum. “Mom.” You left your boy pull back to pull his shirt over broad shoulders too, and ignore the look he gives when you rock yourself down onto his touch with tiny whimpers. “Mom, take out my cock, c’mon. You’re dripping all over my shorts, and I know you want to moan my name.”

“You’re so— agh- f-fuck-” He hoists you up onto your knees to suck a trail of sloppy kisses down your tits, and rubbing impatient but good, such good, motions over your needy clit— before using his free hand to shove his own shorts down his thick thighs. Your pussy clenches when he rests his face against your midriff, and fucks two long fingers into you until you drip down his hand, and the touches grow more teasing.

When he looks up he has that smug smile again though, and long lashes cant hide the amusement at your tense look, biting back moans. “I’ll help you, like the adoring son I am. Here, see?” He takes his cock to brush it along your messy slit, the head glossy and flushed as the thick, heavy length seems to get even more hard by the second. And with his pants halfway down his legs, he looks at you before patting his thigh. “Say ‘thank you, baby’. I can make you say my name when you’re getting fucked— you can’t help yourself, right?”

[justaticklishdeer]

A Rather Eventful Night

This is a tickle fic!! Ler!Vox, Lee!Alastor (Radiostatic theme !!)

TW/CW: intense in places, a little sadomasochism stuff, lots and lots of teasing, bit fluffy

Word Count: 3,300

A certain deer sat down on the couch. He began to read a book– murder and cannibalism was prone in it. He flicks through the pages quietly, humming softly to himself. Alastor was in comfortable night clothing– much different than his professional radio host clothes. As he flicked through the book, he felt a weight on the couch. His ears flicked as he glanced over at the TV Overlord sitting there. 

‘Whatcha reading there, sweetie?’

‘Nothing much. Just my usual style,’ Alastor hums, flipping the page. Vox hums softly, placing a hand on Alastor’s stomach innocently. He then pulls Alastor into his lap without warning, earning a soft squeak of surprise from the deer. 

‘Shh, little buck. I’m just cuddling ya.’

Alastor settles back down, and could hear Vox chuckle in amusement at the book he was reading. ‘What? You know my style.’ Alastor flips the page again, humming some soft jazz melody to himself as he reads the book. Vox quietly reads along with him, occasionally making noises of amusement or curiosity at certain parts. 

‘Hannibal Lecter, hm?’ Vox asks, knowing how Alastor was. The cannibalistic, psychotic, chaotic, beautiful deer demon he was. Insanely ripping victims apart on a live broadcast (Vox had to admit, he’d tuned in a few times). Seeing Alastor eat victims, that feral look behind those eyes of his. How insane he looked. Never truly a ‘tame’ thought in that head of his. Vox snapped himself out of his thoughts as Alastor hummed again.

‘Vox, what in heaven’s sake are you zoned out about? Unless you mean this wonderful scene here,’ Alastor chirps in an almost sassy tone, purposely teasing about the book, ‘You love how insane I am. You’re obsessed. Both of us know it, you just refuse to admit it! Haha, I’m everything to you! Years of you practically stalking me, and well, look where that got us!’ He broke into a fit of maniacal laughter. All on his own. Vox watched with a concerned, yet strangely fond and affectionate look.

‘Alright, alright, hush..calm down,’ Vox whispers, rubbing those adorable deer ears to bring Alastor out of the laughing fit. Alastor lets out a happy sigh. After a moment, he settled back into his book, getting very focused. He was very quiet throughout his reading, apart from a few hums of amusement or surprise. Vox wasn’t at all concerned about the whole thing– he knew how insane Alastor is and could get. He heard Alastor giggle maniacally. Vox noticed how Alastor was positioned– in an oddly vulnerable way. He wasn't sure if this was on purpose, so he didn't bring it up. 

Alastor continued to read, his ears flicking gently in a rather pleased state. His book had completely engrossed him in the cannibal descriptions and the style in which it was written. Vox just gazed fondly as Alastor read his book. ‘Vox, you’re staring.’ ‘I am aware.’ The TV grinned, hands going to Alastor’s sides. It got little to no reaction except for a light flinch. He slowly traces shapes on his sides. Gentle. Teasing. Barely grazing over spots. 

“V-Vox.” Alastor shifts, blinking, eyes wide. He tries to focus on his book, he really tries. But the sensations… Alastor whined softly, squirming in Vox’s lap. He felt the blue-tipped claws grip firmer and scribble on his sides a bit more. 

“Hush, pretty boy.” 

“V-Vox. S-Stahap–oho god..” He leans against Vox, his hands trembling. Alastor still had his book open, but couldn’t focus. 

“Words.”

“Can you tickle me?” he asks, shameless. The deer’s body arched back slightly, and Vox turned him around to face him. “Good boy,” Vox hums softly, hands still on Alastor’s sides. The look returned from the deer was a mix of a lot of different emotions. Anticipation, giddiness, defiance..? 

“So, one thing,” Vox hums, pausing the tickles, getting a desperate whine from the demon, “Eye contact. Tickles keep going as long as you can keep those pretty eyes on me. Got it?” 

A helpless nod was his answer. ‘Good little tickle fawn,’ Vox growls, almost possessive. Alastor flicked his eyes up to Vox’s, almost immediately flustering himself doing so. Vox’s claws slowly trailed up his sides, earning a flustered, choked giggle from the deer beneath him. Alastor’s body jerked away from the sensations. ‘Do I need to tie those hands above your head?’ Vox asks, grinning as he gets close to Alastor’s ribs. 

‘You mihihight!’ Alastor giggles, a challenging look behind those eyes of his. Vox hums and grabs a restraint, tying his hands together by the wrists before tying his hands above his head, effectively keeping him in place. Alastor squirms. Slight. Helpless. He managed to keep eye contact, though. 

Vox’s fingers drag over his sides, featherlight touches that had Alastor jumping with every spot grazed over. ‘Mmm! Mhmhmhm!’ Alastor giggles out, back arching as he holds eye contact. Vox’s claws found a spot right below his ribcage and that’s where Alastor took a sharp breath in. “Tickle tickle tickle,~” Vox purred close to Alastor’s ear, and the Radio Demon’s body shivered. Hard. 

‘Oh, does my tickle baby like that?’ Vox asked teasingly, one hand going to the necklace collar he had put on Alastor before this whole thing started. Alastor gasps with surprise as he nods shyly. His back arches as Vox scratches along his ribs. Slow. Teasing. Gently, and not so gently, digging in between the ribs. Alastor’s back arched as he let out a choked whine. 

‘Good boy. Such a good boy.”

“Vahahox..oho god,” he let out multiple whimpers as Vox’s claws trail down to his stomach. He felt the claw circle around his navel, teasingly scritching right above it. Alastor’s body shuddered hard as he let out a bleat of ticklish pleasure. ‘Mmm! Mhmhmhm! Juhust like tha–ahat!~’ his back arched again, his smile genuine. Happy. Blissed out. Tail wagging, ears flicking. 

He breaks eye contact and Vox’s hands come off of him. Alastor let out a whine. “Pl-plehease..”

“You know the rule..Eye contact.”

“V–Vox. Vox. Th-thihis shouldn’t–” Alastor starts. Vox cuts him off, chuckling, ‘But it does. And you love it. Otherwise I believe you would have safeworded to me by now?’ A whiny giggle and nod was the response. Alastor’s eyes slowly flick back up to his, and Alastor was rewarded with the claws returning to his tummy. He gasps and giggles happily, deer tail wagging. All delighted that he was getting the attention he wanted. 

Vox’s claws scribble up his sides, lingering below his ribcage for a few seconds just to see and hear the reactions. Alastor started to squirm, trying to arch away from the persistent scribbling at that spot. He whines out, ‘Vhahaohox, anywhehere else wohould be great!’ 

‘Hmm, no..I believe I can linger here a little while longer, don't you think?’ 

Alastor whimpers and tugs at the restraints Vox had him held in. ‘Plehease–plehease! Plehehease–Vohox it’s bad–it’s bahad!’ Alastor started to tug harder as Vox’s claws persisted, one side going slow and easy, the other doing quick scribbles. Alastor arches away from the touches, unsuccessfully. He whines out, ‘Plhehease! Pleasepleaseplease–’ 

‘Please what? Please…tickle tickle tickle you? Right here? Up on these ribs?’ Vox coos, scribbling up to his ribs, massaging lightly to feel for his ribs. Alastor arched away, maintaining eye contact by sheer willpower. He was attempting to show he was the one in control here, although Vox was proving otherwise. The Radio Demon tries to thrash away from it, but the restraints and Vox’s hands held him in place. The TV Overlord began to teasingly crawl up to his underarms, making Alastor’s breaths get frantic. ‘Vox–Voxvoxvox I-I knohohow whahahat you’re thihihinking! I knhohow! Dohohn’t–hahaha-! Dohohon’t dohoho it!’

Vox ignores the pleas–he knew if Alastor really didn’t want it, the safeword would’ve been thrown out by now. He slowly crawls his claws up to scribble at Alastor’s underarms at a relentless pace. Alastor screams and arches up as far as he could go. His breathing was all frantic and messy, and his laughs were like no other. Begging, whining, whimpering, silent laughs, desperate pleas. Vox just chuckled and watched his victim break eye contact after a second more of this treatment.

His hands came off and Alastor gave him an almost offended look. ‘Why…why’d ya stop? I was handlin’ it just fine…’ 

‘You broke eye contact,’ Vox hums teasingly. His fingers swirl slowly over Alastor’s underarms as Alastor glares at him. ‘Mmhm, there you go. Good boy, such a good tickle toy for me, aren’t you? You’re such a pretty little tickle fawn..pretty boy…adorable ticklish baby…” He watched Alastor squirm at the teases. The eye contact became more profound. Vox’s claws scribble quicker, making Alastor jolt and giggle happily. His tail wagged gleefully behind him. 

His giggles soon melted into blissed out whines. Pleas to move to a different spot. Vox grins, continuing to gently–and roughly–scratch and swirl on his underarms. He loved the effect he had on the usually composed Radio Demon. The way his body reacted and jolted every time he hit a sensitive spot. All the deer could focus on was the feeling of those damned claws on his underarms. He weakly pulls at the restraints again, but not as much vigor in his movements.

‘Plehease–please! Anywhehere…ohohho…else–heheh!’

Vox’s claws scribble back down his sides, settling on the area between Alastor’s ribs and the side of his stomach. The spot wasn’t as bad, but yet still had a bit of sensitivity to it. Alastor squirmed, giggling as he kept eye contact with the TV. He could practically feel how much enjoyment Vox was getting from this–he knew how the idiot–affectionate–was wired. How his stupid little brain worked. How obsessed he was with the deer. Alastor seemed to zone out to his own thoughts, before a quick scribble to his lower stomach jolted him back into reality. 

He gasps and whines out, ‘Nohohot the tuhummy, nohot yehet!’ 

‘Aww, does the ticklish little fawn want me to go for his hooves instead? Or maybe his ears?’ Vox teased. Alastor’s body shudders at the mere suggestion. ‘Hm. That’s what I thought…such a good tickle toy..all mine to play with and make him laugh and bleat his little heart out…’ Vox went to try to teasingly boop Alastor’s nose, only to get a playfully aggressive snap of the teeth towards him. ‘Oh, so you’re gonna be a biter, then? Well, we can fix that..’ 

With a playful scrunch of his fingers, he begins to relentlessly scribble and spider over Alastor’s tummy, making sure to get under his deer fur which ultimately heightened the sensations by a lot. Alastor’s thrashing became more desperate, and his eye contact broke almost instantly as soon as the claws got to his deer fur. 

Vox’s fingers come off of him yet again, giving him a sensation equivalent to a numbed person. He felt these odd tingles still running through his nerves. Alastor squirmed, trying to understand the sensations. His ears flicked around, as if looking for a radio signal. Vox chuckles, watching his little buck squirm and try to wriggle so his fingers would be back on the precious little belly. 

‘V-Vox–’

‘Ah, ah, ah. You know the rule we both agreed on. Don’t you, sweetheart?’ he croons near Alastor’s ear, making the affected ear flick and flatten, trying to escape the verbal ‘assault.’ Vox chuckles, sitting back on Alastor’s thighs while he waits all too patiently for Alastor’s eyes to meet his once more. He casually checks his claws, making small sparks come from his claws as he chuckles. 

‘You know, sweetie..I have an idea.’

‘Wh-what is it?’ Alastor asks, almost scared, a flicker of fear crossing his features. 

‘Do you have honey?” Vox asks, the question almost..innocent. He had this smug look on his face, with a glint of near malice in his eyes. Alastor’s eyes widen before he blinks, confused. ‘Honey?’ Vox nods, a finger slowly swirling into Alastor’s navel, drawing out a loud fawn-like bleat which he quickly covered up with an embarrassed cough. 

‘I-I–mmmMMm!~ y-yehes–? I do–its-its, heh, in-in…oho..thehe…’ he trails off, radio filter dropping as he blisses out from the navel teases. He bucks his hips a little, high pitched giggle whines flowing out. 

“The kitchen?” Vox finishes his sentence. A shaky, breathy nod from Alastor. ‘Okay, I’ll be right back. You just–’ Vox pauses, remembering he had Alastor tied there, ‘--uh, just..chill there. For a minute, okay?’ Alastor whines and nods, wriggling slightly as the tickles stop. 

Vox stands up, scritching at his deer ear a little before standing up. He makes his way to the kitchen, which is the next room over. He looks through cupboards, not all too phased by the meat cleavers and skinning tools–it was Alastor, for Lucifer’s sake. He rummages through spices and sauces, skimming over labels, jars, containers, and other similar things. He found the jar of honey with a satisfied hum, grabbing it and closing the cupboard door. He grabs a spoon with a soft chuckle. He walks back to where Alastor was restrained on the couch, sitting down with a quiet murmur of greeting.

Alastor glances at the honey with a puzzled look. ‘What in God’s name do you plan to use that for?’ 

Vox snickers, ‘Glad you asked. I was going to use it on that pretty tummy. That is, if you’re okay with it.’ He may have been a little sadistic, but always wanted to make sure the person being tickled was perfectly okay with what he planned to do. ‘Oh, and one more thing. The eye contact thing doesn’t need to be in place since I’ll have my eyes down on your pretty little tummy,’ Vox teases. Alastor rolls his eyes in playful defiance. 

‘How bad can it be? All you’re doing is essentially messing my fur a bit up, which then requires me to bathe myself later. So yes, go ahead.’ 

Vox grins in amusement. He opens the jar of honey, using one hand to push Alastor’s shirt up further from where it had ridden up slightly. Vox takes the spoon and puts it into the honey, gently putting some on Alastor’s stomach. The deer jolts slightly at the sensation–almost cold. He shifts in the restraints, squirming a little. He wasn’t exactly sure where Vox had gotten this idea, but he wasn't going to complain. Yet. 

Vox leans down and starts to fucking lick the honey off of Alastor’s stomach. Alastor jolts and bucks, digging his hooves into the couch cushions as he tries to understand the sensations. “Wahahait! Wait! Vahahaohox-! Thahat’s bad! That’s bad!’ Vox doesn’t let up, at all. In fact, he makes his actions more teasing. Slow. His tongue licks up the sweet honey from Alastor’s fuzzy tummy, and he could feel the Overlord trembling from it all. He could barely hear Alastor’s giggles–he was pretty sure they were silent by now. He looked up and saw Alastor was just laying there taking it. 

‘Good boy, such a good boy,’ Vox says between licks, then moves to Alastor’s navel. Which instantly got a reaction. Alastor bucks and bleats loudly like a fawn as Vox’s tongue slides into his navel. Vox chuckles against Alastor's stomach, continuing to tease his navel. Alastor was trying to thrash, but Vox had his claws resting on the deer’s hips to keep him in place. ‘Fuhuhuhck! FUHUCK!’ Alastor screams with laughter, bleating loud again. 

Vox uses his claws as well, scritching around Alastor’s navel. After a minute, he started to melt into the sensations, blissing out again. ‘It huhurts–ohoho it huhurts–buhuhut good!~’ he giggles in some deranged, blissed out way. Vox continues doing it, and actually could hear Alastor crying through laughter. His masochistic side was coming out, and strong. He kept complaining how bad it hurt, but didn’t safeword. Vox decided to be less sadistic, letting up on the navel teases for now. He goes back to licking and nibbling across the stomach of the trembling radio host, loving how he tried to twist away from him out of reflex.

‘Voxvoxvoxvox–!’ Alastor started to beg through giggles as the nibbles got gentle, and hands tickled up and down the side of his tummy. He snorts and bleats when the claws reach up to scratch gently at the spot right below his ribcage. Why was that area so sensitive? Alastor didn’t really know why. ‘Such adorable noises from an adorable little ticklish fawn,’ Vox said with a fond smile. 

‘Ihi’m not a fahawn!’ he said, little giggles slipping out. He felt the television overlord nibble up his tummy, then stop a few inches below his sternum. He had completely forgotten about his complaint about honey and sticky fur, only able to focus on the tickles. Vox sat up, humming, ‘Should we try our little eye contact game again?’ He could hear a little whiny giggle from Alastor, who had his face buried in the crook of his elbow. He could tell it was a yes, otherwise Alastor would’ve spoken up about it already. ‘Eyes on me, sweetie,’ Vox coos, scritching at the side of Alastor’s neck, making him jerk and look back up at Vox.

‘Good boy.’

He reaches down to fiddle with Alastor’s tail, earning a squeal and Alastor trying to lurch himself away from Vox. Vox held a gentle but firm grip on his tail. He scratches gently to get underneath the fur, making Alastor wheeze and struggle to keep eye contact. He doesn’t let up until Alastor absolutely begs him to move to a different spot. 

He slid down to his hooves, and he could see Alastor’s eyes widen. 

Oh, deer. 

He felt Vox’s claws dig into the fluffy spot and he kicked his hooves, unable to escape from the grip of the other overlord. Vox managed to hold his hooves with one hand and torment them with the other. Alastor giggles and thrashes, trying to wriggle away. The restraints on his wrist were really the only thing keeping him bound to the couch. Vox decided to go for the kill and began to emit small shocks from his claws, horribly ticklish to the poor deer. 

Alastor’s laughs go silent and he arches his back, desperately trying to get control. 

Then, the safeword slipped.

‘Rehehehed! Rehed!’

Vox stopped instantly, his claws coming off of him. He stands up, untying Alastor. ‘Do you need water?’ Vox asked gently, and the radio demon nodded. Vox stands up, petting his ears gently before going to grab a glass of water. 

Alastor was curled up, panting and giggling still. But, he loved the events that had just played out. He sits there, exhausted and waiting for him to come back. Vox comes back a moment later with a glass of water, handing it to the trembling little buck. 

‘You did amazing for me, little buck,’ Vox said, stroking through Alastor’s hair as he drank the water. He admired the way Alastor looked, all exhausted and giggly from their session. Alastor leans onto him, content. 

‘You’re lucky I saved my page,’ he grumbled playfully. 

‘Oh, please. You would’ve found it at some point,’ the other laughs, ruffling Alastor’s hair. He smiles–genuine–and lets the television overlord pet his ears after he finished his water. 

‘Thank you for respecting..safeword,’ Alastor sighs softly, all happy. 

Vox nods, his electrical inner workings humming softly. Alastor half asleep on him, the soft hum of radio static, the moonlight flowing through the windows. It made it feel perfect. And perhaps, Alastor would feel the same way, even if not admitted aloud.

Vox continues to pet his ears, a fond, half asleep gaze on him as he watches the exhausted deer doze off. 

‘My perfect little fawn,’ he hums softly, before starting to fall asleep himself.

Perhaps Hell wasn’t so bad with Alastor around.

[its-time-to-write]

dress

this is my first time writing for anyone so… i guess we’ll see how it goes. reader and jamie are getting ready for a fancy dinner/benefit thing. it’s cute, a little swearing, no angst. allusion to sex but that’s it. i wrote this mostly for myself because there’s an appalling lack of jamie tartt fics. anyway.

dress

It is 3pm, and you have to leave in an hour and a half to make it to the annual benefit. Jamie goes every year, but this is your first. You had been talking to Keeley about it, lamenting your inability to pick something to wear, when she grabs your arm and says, “Don't worry about it babes! We can pick one out together.”

“Keeley, I’d love too, but I’m absolutely swamped with work. My forty hours are filled with clients, so my free time is basically all notes and treatment plans. That's why I’ve ghosted pretty much everyone except you and Jamie.”

“It's pretty much just Jamie at this point,” she says mischievously. “I’m not sure we would have made it to coffee if we hadn’t made these plans three weeks ago, especially because you didn’t even tap back to that pun I sent that Ted made the other day.”

You laugh. “I suppose you’re right. I am sorry, it’s just been so much work, what with taking on that new case and wrapping up that other one-“

“Like I said babes, don’t worry about it,” she says sympathetically. Her hand is still on your arm. “I totally understand what it’s like bein’ a young woman in business, yeah? We'll talk when it slows down.”

You take breath and nod. You both sit in silence for a moment, and then (because it’s Keeley and she is allergic to silence): “What if I took Jamie with me??”

You look at her, confused. 

“What if I took Jamie with me to pick you out a dress? I know fashion and he knows you, and I think between the two of us we could pick out something absolutely fantabulous! What do you say? I can text him right now.”

Keeley's practically vibrating from excitement, and you know for absolute certain if you say yes, they are going to come home with something the price of your first apartment. You also know they’ll bring you coffee on the way back so really, is there any option other than yes?

——

“No, you can’t see.”

Jamie has a large, nondescript bag that he is holding very tightly and an iced coffee that he is holding less tightly. You swoop in on the coffee as Keeley chimes in with: “It’s a surprise babes. You can’t see it until the benefit.”

Jamie points to her with his bag hand. “See? She agrees.”

You squint at Keeley. “This is why I hate it when you two hang out. You get together, you make plans to torture me and sure, you bring me coffee, but god at what cost?”

Jamie and Keeley are giggling like a pair of kids as you stand, still doing your best to glare and drink your latte. They do this every time, come up with some scheme because they think it’s funny when you get “upset.” It’s like a ritual. They go shopping, spend an inordinately long time, bring you coffee to appease you, and then purposely push your buttons. They feed off of each other like a pair of weird siblings and you love it. They both can tell when you’re too tightly wound and take it upon themselves to get you to laugh. Jamie waggles the bag under your nose which makes you crack a smile as Keeley cheers. “See, I knew you loved us babe. Or at least, I knew you loved me. Jury's still out on what you think of Jamie.”

That brings a full-on laugh as Keeley dances around the kitchen.

“You staying for dinner, Keels?” you ask, although you already know the answer.

“What are you making?” she asks, Jamie behind her mouthing in unison. You suppress the urge to giggle.

“Caprese salad, pesto chicken and pasta, and Thai tea limeade. Oh, plus I made those tiny baguettes you like and Jamie, I put your tea into smoothie form. Got spinach and all that.”

“Hm,” she says, finger to her chin and head tilted. Jamie mimics her. “I suppose that I can stay. Just this once though, and not very long.”

You smile and Jamie comes around the counter to kiss you. 

“I’m going to hide this,” he holds up the bag and points a finger at you “you don’t go looking for it.” He turns to Keeley, “You distract her.”

Keeley stayed her usual short amount of time, a mere six hours, giving you and Jamie a solid four hours of sleep until he has to train.

——

You shake yourself from your reverie as you reach for the dress bag. You unzip it to find something metallic with power shoulders and long sleeves, and are those little spines all over? It is long and black, yet somehow also purple and red. It is, in a word, hideous. You cannot reconcile what you see in front of you with the fact that both Keeley and Jamie picked it out, because they have never failed before, so maybe it looks better on? You sigh and begin to undress.

——

It is not better.

You go to find Jamie, looking fit in a cream hoodie and bubblegum pink suit, who takes one look and begins uncontrollably laughing.

——

“Jaim, listen. Jamie-” you’re cut off as Jamie doubles over in laughter. You’re laughing too as you catch his arms. “Babe- you can’t, you cannot leave me like this. How am I supposed to go the benefit like this? I look like a goth puffer fish!”

Jamie has collapsed to the floor in a fit of giggles, taking you with him.

“I- I’m- it-“ he gasps, “it’s so much worse- it’s so much worse than I thought it was going to be!”

You stop mid-giggle. “I’m sorry, it’s what?”

Jamie has laughed himself near tears as he holds your waist.

“Listen. Babe. You are not allowed to be mad at me. But. I may have let Keeley pick out that dress because- because,” he shushes you as you begin to protest, “I knew you would hate it, and you had nothing else to wear, and therefore you would have to wear the one that I got you.”

Your face goes through an inhuman amount of expressions as you process everything he just said, until you land on- “you bought me a dress on your own?”

“Yeah, yeah I did.” Suddenly Jamie looks incredibly shy. “Look, babe. I love your style, but the thing is, you like to play it safe.”

You frown, and Jamie holds up both his hands.

“Listen. You play your version of safe, but I think if you gave it a chance, you could expand your repertoire and we can be remembered as the hottest fuckin’ couple alive. Plus, it’s definitely way better than that horrid thing Keeley got.” 

You’re distracted by his correct use of the word repertoire, and all of a sudden you don’t care about wearing the dress anymore. All you can think is that you want it off and that ridiculous, handsome pink suit should come off too, and maybe it would be better if you both were on the bed than on the floor.

Before you can develop this thought further, Jamie is getting up and pulling you with him.

“C’mon, wait till you see it,” he says, maneuvering you out of the bedroom and into a guest room of all places.

“I had to put it somewhere you wouldn’t see it,” he explains.

All the breath has left your lungs as you look at the dress on the bed.

Jamie has purchased a short, lime-green, tulle halter-neck dress with a fluffy train in the back. It's your dream dress. The one you used to look at as a high schooler, a college student; the one that you dreamt of being able to justify; the one you told Jamie about exactly once, and yet somehow, somehow it is right in front of you in your house. 

Jamie’s arms snake around your waist, lips against your neck. “Do you like it?” he murmurs into your skin. You smile at that and turn to put your arms around him. 

“Do I like it?” you grin, “Jamie Tartt, you wonderful, beautiful, thoughtful boy, I love it. How on earth did you remember?”

Jamie smiles back, arrogance clearly written across his expression. “You think I’m beautiful?”

You roll your eyes. “That’s what you got from this you prick? I want to know how you remembered? I mentioned this dress once and somehow, it’s sitting right in front of me because you got it for me.”

Jamie is still grinning. “Tell me how beautiful you think I am, and I’ll tell you how I remembered.”

Your face hurts from so much laughter. “Jamie, you beautiful, beautiful man. I love your hair, your eyes, your smile, your lips, your-” you are cut off by his lips on yours. 

“Get changed, yeah? Then I’ll tell you.” You kiss him one more time, then he’s out the door.

——

You hear Jamie clattering around in the kitchen as you put on your shoes. You re-touch your lips and hair, then you’re on your way down the stairs.

“Hi babe,” you say to Jamie’s back, fiddling with the coffee machine.

You’ve never had someone look at you the way Jamie is looking at you now. It's the way you look at a good piece of chocolate cake: with a little bit of reverence, and the desire to devour. You forget to blink for over a minute, trapped in his gaze. 

He breathes out a single, “Holy fuck,” as he walks toward you and spins you off the bottom step. “you look fuckin’ amazing.”

“How did you know?” you ask, for what feels like the hundredth time.

Jamie sets you down on your bubblegum pink heels. “Easy. That was when I first realized I loved ya.”

Your face heats up. “You… realized you loved me… when I was rambling on about a dress I’ve wanted since high school? That was your moment?”

Jamie’s hands are still around your waist, your hands on his biceps. The room is pleasantly spinning a little bit, and a family of butterflies has taken up residence in your stomach. God, all this time with this boy and he still has the ability to make you feel like a giddy teen with a crush.

“Well, yeah babe, kinda obvious why, innit?” You scrunch your nose in confusion as he continues, “I realized you were talking to me like a real person, as Jamie Tartt, human, not Jamie Tartt the footballer. I felt all weird, so I talked to Keeley about it. Called her on the way home that night. After she finished laughing, she told me I was probably in love with you. Hearing it out loud made me realize she was right.”

The words are barely out of his mouth and you’re kissing him again, pulling him closer and closer until the moment is broken with a ding from Jamie’s phone. It's Dani, asking if you can pick him up on your way. Jamie ushers you out the door and into the car, and for a singular, spectacular moment, everything is perfect.

[cuntry-r0ckst4r]

"Oh and You!" ~ Ethan Morgan x Reader

sum! Glue song by beabadoobee, also just cutesy moments with your boyfriend Ethan. (different moments/days)

tw! super fluff in gonna cry

this is so cute, also did yall know i do these a/n's before the fic lolzzz

"I've never known someone like you, ooh. Tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue."

You and Ethan recently started dating and oh my goodness is this boy the most perfect amazing person boyfriend ever, and my golly he is whipped. He is so so sweet and treats you so so good. Not only that but he just loves you so much. Probably more than you love him.

Nonetheless, even though its been less than 6 months it is still the most perfect relationship and perfect boyfriend ever!

You were walking up to him and his friends at lunch. You sat next to him and he looked at you with those sweet eyes full of adoration and love. God, he loved you so much.

But much like every relationship there were flaws. He would forget to do some things that you had gotten used to, seeing as how this is his first relationship. He doesn't do it on purpose he's just not used to having say 'love you bye!' whenever one specific person is in the same room as him and he's leaving. He mostly gets in trouble over the phone for that though.

The bell rang, signalling that they're lunch was over and they were to head back to class. Leaving you alone.

Ethan was about to just leave. No kiss, no hug, no 'love you bye'.

"Uh, Ethan!" you grab his attention with your somewhat snarky yell.

He looks confused, scanning where he was sitting to see if he had dropped something, "hm?"

"Don't forget to kiss me!" you couldn't hold back your smile as his face came to the realisation.

You then changed to a more smug look when continuing on, "or else you'll have to miss me..."

He smiled and gave you a small but sweet peck on the lips before leaving the cafeteria.

"I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh and you!"

Later that day you were in class together and there was a... pretty girl sitting next to him. She was new to school and needed a tour. She was asking Ethan, before you could interrupt he responded with, "Yeah, me and my girlfriend can show you around."

She immediately shut down the offer and he refused to take her without you. 20 minutes later while the teacher was in the middle of a lecture there was a paper ball wadded up that had hit your shoulder and was now on the floor. You open it up to see in green ink, 'Im stuck by you'

"Finding the right words to use for this song. I have you in mind, so it won't take so long!"

Ethan met you outside of your English class, one of the classes you don't have together. The assignment was, write a poem. About anything, horses, eggs, boyfriend, mom, dad, cat- wait boyfriend?

So you wrote a poem for him, you grabbed the paper out of your bag and read it to him. (im not good with poems you cant make me write one.)

"Never thought I'd find you, but you're here, and so I love you! I'm not wrong when I say,"

It wasn't unknown that Ethan was unpopular. It also was common knowledge that he got bullied. Usually it didn't bug him, but today it did. He walked home by himself. Shut himself out all day. Was consistently zoning out.

You went to the store, bought his favorite stuff and went to his house. You even got him some chocolate and flowers, because how often do guys get those when they feel bad. He immediately let you in when he found out who it was, he just wanted cuddles and you to rub his head. Then he saw you with matching star wars pajamas, chocolate, his favorite food, and flowers. As well as a scarf from his hogwarts house.

He gave you the biggest hug. He didn't ever think he would date you, or even end up knowing you! But you are. And you show up when he's upset, and so he loves you.

"hey, I've been stuck onto you. Like glue." He said peacefully. And while he was acting like you and him were stuck together, you knew he meant metaphorically. And he knew you would understood that.

"I've been stuck by glue. Right onto you!"

"I've been stuck by glue."

"I've never known..."

"I've never known someone like you"

"I've never known..."

Ethan whispered, "I've never known someone like you."

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Not Yours

Note: happy Masema monday! This idea came to life randomly and halfway through writing it, it turned into a lowkey strange collab with @zaldritzosrose because we joked around and went; why not use some elements of her Masema fic in my modern fic? We're not sure what this is now, we discussed that perhaps it's a weird modern extension of her amazing fic, but I can't take that claim because the relationship between reader and Masema is pretty different. Anyway, I beg you all, please read her fantastic Burn With Me fic and the two follow ups she wrote! Another special thanks goes to @foxyanon, because our feral conversations always spark ideas, bless you both.

Warnings: 18+! smut, pwp sorta.

pairing: Modern!Masema x you (f)

summary: when dating doesn't work out, you can always just be friends with benefits.  

wordcount: 2k

Masema was a difficult man to be with, but his good looks were undeniable and irresistible. You had tried to date him but the endless bickering and his obsessive behaviour were a lot to deal with, and you both agreed to end it after only a few months. But despite everything, the sex had been phenomenal, and that's the one thing you both missed shortly after you stopped seeing each other. Therefore it didn't take long before you became friends with benefits.

Masema came over for dinner, which wasn't unusual, and you flirted and teased each other for the whole duration of it with words and looks, knowing you would ravage each other entirely as soon as the dishes were cleaned. You enjoyed the sight of him while you ate, eyeing him up as he sat across from you. He looked breathtakingly arousing in his dark red shirt, showing off his biceps and the outlines of his ripped torso, and his black jeans hugged his muscular legs perfectly. You had seen him naked countless times already, but it was always a treat knowing you were about to worship his godly shaped body again. It was a shame that Masema was rather insane and not exactly husband material, but that's also what made the sex to die for afterall.

You licked your lips seductively after each sip of wine, and Masema's mismatched eyes continued to darken with each stroke your tongue made as the evening progressed. He smirked at you, his eyes slowly moving over the visible part of your body as you sat at the table. The air was thick, filled with lust and desire and most of all the gnawing sexual appetite you both felt after you had finished your home cooked meal.

You took your time cleaning after dinner was devoured, your risky lingerie visible through the sheer black robe you wore while Masema checked you out as he sat back at the table, finishing his glass of wine. You may not be a couple, but that never stopped you from dressing up, not just for him but for yourself too.

Masema craved you and became impatient as you purposely dragged out the process of cleaning up the kitchen. He calmly finished his drink, occasionally humming to himself as he watched you bend over to put away the clean plates, thinking back of all the times he had you bent over for him. He quietly got up once he finally had enough and snuck up behind you. He took your arm and spun you around to face him, then pulled you in by your neck without a word to kiss you hard and eager. He bruised your lips by biting and sucking them while his tongue delved further into your mouth and was dragged over your lips and teeth during the sloppy kiss in which you drowned. You melted against his body as you moaned against his lips, and you became dizzy when you felt his hand slowly creep up your back and into your hair, where he grabbed a fistful of your locks and used it to break the kiss with a firm tug.

'Playing with me, hm?' he breathed as he towered over you.

His eyes were wild and threatening, and if you didn't know him any better you'd be absolutely terrified of him right now, but you knew Masema would never hurt you. He would hurt anyone but you.

'You're fun to play with,' you giggled and bit down on your lip as you ran your hands up his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck to close the distance for another steamy kiss.

'I'll play with you,' he husked against your lips and swiftly pushed you towards the dining table.

Masema was rough, almost violently as he had no problem to literally throw you around, but he loved and adored you deep in his heart, so he always did it with a controlled form of violence. And you loved the way he overpowered you, because you knew that you were completely safe in his arms and therefore he could do whatever he desired, because he would always make sure it would feel good for you too.

He grabbed your hips and effortlessly lifted you to sit up on the wooden table, where he tore open your robe and pushed your legs apart. He ran his warm hands up your thighs slowly as he licked his lips, then curled his fingers around your lace panties and pulled them down with a smirk.

'You know,' he murmured and knelt down, 'I haven't had my dessert yet.'

He shoved your panties in his back pocket, something he always did, and he threw your legs over his shoulders. He grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the table where his mouth met your folds, and he devoured you while his strong arms kept you locked and in place. There was no squirming away when Masema pleased you with his lips and tongue, he wouldn't stop sucking and licking you until you came with a loud and heavy moan for him, your fingers tangled in his hair and disheveling his usually perfectly slicked back topknot.

'Oh, fuck,' you breathed as you stared at the ceiling while you laid upon the table, the room was spinning as you tried to catch your breath while Masema wiped his mouth.

'That's what we'll do next, sweetheart,' he said with a sly smile, and he swung you over his shoulder without a care in the world. 'Did you preheat the jacuzzi?' he asked as he carried you up the stairs and to the bathroom.

'Of course I did,' you rolled your eyes without him seeing it, 'you always want to fuck in that thing, so I know to heat it up before you even knock my frontdoor.'

'Good girl,' Masema smiled and switched on the warm light in the damp and hot space, then knelt down to one knee to put you safely back on your feet.

He looked up at you as he kissed his way up your bare legs, using his tongue to clean up your juices that had dripped down your thighs after he had pleased you. He then spun you around, making you face the mirror above your sink while he bent you over it, and he slapped your ass firmly. You gasped and laughed, then moaned softly when you felt his hand ease the burning sensation of the sudden slap as he massaged your buttocks. His low chuckle sounded in your ear as he had lowered his body onto yours, trapping you between his warm chest and the cool sink while he looked at you in the lightly fogged up mirror, holding your chin so you wouldn't look away from his intense gaze.

'Look at you,' he smiled as he saw your already dazed eyes, 'you'll always have a weak spot for me, won't you?'

'You know I will,' you smiled with flushed cheeks.

'Good,' Masema spoke in your ear while he kept his eyes on you, his lips grazing your skin with each word while he continued to slowly massage your slapped ass cheek, 'because you're still my baby.'

'Mas,' you chuckled, trying to brush his words off as if they meant nothing, but the heat that spread in your core told you how much you still loved it when he called you his, 'I'm not your baby, we're only friends who fuck every few days.'

'We could be so much more,' he breathed and moved his hand down to your folds, teasing your sensitive spot with his fingers, 'you could be my queen,' he kissed your ear and bit your earlobe, 'my goddess,' he sighed with a soft hum, 'and I would worship you every fucking hour of the day like this.'

'Oh, god,' you moaned when he slid two digits inside you.

'That's right,' Masema growled and then chuckled darkly, 'you know I am your God.'

'Yes,' you smiled, already dumbed down, 'you are.'

'I am,' he smiled and winked at you, 'you know what to do, don't you?'

You nodded as Masema was quick to undo his jeans and take off his shirt. You stepped into the jacuzzi after taking off your bra, the warm water embracing you pleasantly as you sank down to your knees, the hot steam dancing gracefully around you in the dim light. Masema lowered his boxers and pulled out his hard cock, then stepped in the jacuzzi and sat on the edge, giving himself a few firm strokes while you settled between his muscular thighs. You smiled at him before you moved up to kiss his neck, trailing your lips all the way down his perfectly toned chest and to his thighs, tasting the salt of his glistening body on your tongue. He moved one hand in your hair, grabbing your locks and holding them in a messy bun while you coated his length with your saliva. Masema threw his head back in pleasure once your lips enveloped his cock, and you loved feeling him twitch in your mouth as you took him deeper with each slow bop of your head.

'Good girl,' Masema murmured with his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the water against his legs while he enjoyed the warmth of your mouth around his cock.

And you enjoyed the sight of his bare body as you looked up at him, his head fallen back and his lips parted, allowing soft and low moans to escape through them with the occasional hiss. You could never tire of seeing the smile his lips would curl in each time you hit the right spot, circling your tongue around the tip which caused all his muscles to flex deliciously above you. You knew how to please him, and it was easy to bring him to his climax within a matter of minutes, but Masema knew to stop you before you got him there. He pulled you slightly away by tugging your hair, and he wrapped his other hand around your throat as he pulled you back up to him, kissing you sloppily and passionately.

'Ride it, baby,' he breathed against your lips after he kissed you.

He lowered himself fully into the jacuzzi, and he groaned softly as the heated water touched his torso. You leaned in and kissed him again while you moved up to him, lining his cock up with your entrance, and you slowly sank down, taking him all in. You fucked him slowly and with a steady pace, your hands on his broad shoulders while you leaned your sweaty forehead against his. You moaned softly in sync, but Masema soon wanted more and you allowed his hands on your waist to guide you, picking up your pace gradually until you bounced on his cock while the warm water gushed over the edge.

'Just like that,' Masema moaned when he felt your walls clench around him after a short while, 'keep going, baby.'

'I'm not your baby,' you chuckled with ragged breaths as you felt your high approach.

'But you are,' he said with a low grunt as his fingers dug in your skin, 'you are mine still. Only I get to fuck your sweet pussy,' he moaned, 'and only I get to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, right?'

'Yes!' you moaned when his words pushed you over the edge while he fucked into you, 'yes, please,' you whined, 'I'm all yours.'

Masema came shortly after you, and you fucked through your highs while he kissed you deeply, his hand on the back of your head to keep you close before you both came down again. 

'Fuck you,' you suddenly said and slapped his chest once you regained your thoughts again.

'What?' Masema scoffed.

'Make me say all that shit while you fuck me out of my mind,' you muttered and got out of the water.

You fixed yourself up in your bedroom, while you let Masema use the bathroom to get all dressed again. You met each other downstairs, and you both had a drink quietly before Masema decided it was time to head home again. You agreed to that and also to him saying he'll see you in a few days again as you walked him to the door, where he kissed your lips and then your cheek as he held your face.

'And whatever you may think,' Masema whispered as he looked at you, 'you'll always be mine, baby.'

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hm, what i'm mostly working on rn is from another fandom so i won't post here, and I already posted a snippet from my next cod fic here...

so have a snippet of a mostly abandoned free use cleaning maid one shot! dub con below

You falter as you step through the door and find the assembled group of soldiers staring back at you. Blushing, you apologize profusely for the intrusion and stammer something about not realizing the room was in use. (That's because they forgot to mark it as such - again -, but it's no use mentioning that when you suspect they're doing it on purpose.)

"No trouble, pet." Captain Price's smile is warm, but his tone is far too dark to be strictly friendly. "We're nearly done now anyway. C'mon in." 

You bite back a frown, reminding yourself this job is not dissimilar to customer service insofar as your attitude can definitely affect your pay. So you thank him prettily and roll your cart in, hugging to the walls and trying to stay out of their line of sight. It's no use, of course, but worth a shot. 

It's not that you don't like your job, necessarily, and if anyone was going to be in here, you're almost glad it's them; but sometimes you just want to get your shift over with as few interactions as possible. 

Never possible with this lot, though. The sergeants are the worst, maybe. Or at least the most obnoxious. They're both too cocky, but you suppose you would be too if you looked like either of them - could fuck like either of them. MacTavish ('Call me Soap, hen') is the first to press his luck, no surprise. He keeps his eyes trained on the captain as if he's listening but his hand finds the buttons of your blouse, toys with the edge as if he has no ulterior motive. You don't correct him - can't -, but you keep on dusting as if you don't even notice. 

Unfortunately, Price pretends the same, carries on about exfil strategies you're pretty sure you could even puzzle out just having watched your share of action movies. Emboldened, MacTavish pops a button and you feel half the eyes in the room slide to you. It's not exactly a bad feeling, this, just one that's taken some getting used to.  Garrick is the next to crack, predictable. He murmurs a quiet 'C'mere, lovie,' and hooks a finger into your belt loop, maneuvering you to stand between him and his fellow sergeant. You oblige, hold your dusting rag awkwardly until Ghost (just Ghost - you were too afraid to contradict him) leans across the table to tap at the area in front of you and you get to work. It's the wrong cleaning agent for the material, but you're not about to say anything about wood right now, thank you, not with MacTavish humming appreciatively at the view of your ass he gets when you bend to do your job.

[jennelikejennay]

Spock prime and AOS Spock canonically meet. You and many other authors have done a great job exploring and delving into the interesting ways they react.

Recently I've been fascinated by TOS Kirk might react to his AOS counterpart.

You are one of my favourite fic authors, I would love to get your opinion. I've recently reread The Recitation of Names and adored your exploration of Kirk. Personally, I find that AOS Kirk's characterization emphasized how fascinating and elusive the inner workings of TOS Kirk's mind is.

On surface level I think that AOS Kirk would use meeting Kirk prime for self loathing purposes. It probably would activate his problems with authority, because who is more of an authority on your life and how it should/could have gone than an older version of you.

TOS Kirk's reaction is harder to crack.

I think you're right about AOS Jim. In my fic Grief as a four-dimensional figure, knowing about Kirk Prime triggers Jim's daddy issues...you know, guy you've never met who everyone's always comparing you to, who you know you'll never be as good as. Especially if AOS Kirk isn't with his Spock and he knows TOS Kirk is/was—like great, if I were as cool as him, Spock would like me, but I'm not so he never will.

TOS Kirk though....hm. If he was a lot older, I think he'd try to help, give his younger self the kind of fatherly guidance his own dad gave him. (AOS Jim almost certainly would react badly to that.) But if they're the same age? I think TOS Jim would be downright offended that he worked and struggled and was top of his class and worked his way up the ranks, only to see his alternate self just got handed a ship for saving the Earth a total of once. I could imagine some resentment. Plus, Kirk Prime doesn't have much patience for officers who mess around and don't take their job seriously. He'd be pretty cold to him.

Alternatively, they'd have sex. Because both of them agree, James Kirk is hot and charming.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Dancing 'til the break of dawn - Pt1

(TWST zombie apocalypse au for all your crack-fic needs)

Yuu would like to make one thing very clear: he did not start the zombie apocalypse on purpose.

In fact, he would like to argue that it – probably – would have started even without his help! Yeah, so he might have accidentally fed and housed a zombie cat because he had mistaken it for a very unfortunate stray on its last legs, and the zombie cat had bitten his parents, turning them into zombies, which kickstarted the apocalypse… but how did that zombie cat come to be? Hm? Hm?

The apocalypse was inevitable! He swears!

But, uh… he would admit that maybe taking in Grim was not the brightest decision he had ever made.

Or maybe it was an amazing plan. He hadn’t yet been attacked by a zombie. He was pretty sure that the zombies were a hivemind of sorts, and since he was nice to Grim they were all cool with him… or something. Maybe he was just uniquely disgusting to the point where no one wanted to eat him. Which was a weirdly insulting thought to have, so he preferred to believe that Grim was doing him a heck of a solid.

Which had its own problems. Had he accidentally sacrificed the entire human race for the sake of saving his own skin? Because that would be, at least, the tiniest, littlest bit messed up, he thought.

He rubbed his weird zombie cat’s head. Grim was a strange looking thing, with green skin and a face that was visibly on the verge of rotting. However, Grim was still a cat, Yuu was pretty sure, and therefore he deserved all of the love. He opened his arms, smiling when Grim readily hopped into them for the sake of pets. The texture was close to that of a hairless cat, save for a tiny patch of moss on the end of its tail, which looked soft, but Yuu had no intentions of touching it. Not right now, at least. Maybe if this zombie apocalypse survival stuff got too hard he would give in to temptation despite the very high likelihood that it could end in him getting infected.

Maybe tomorrow would be the day, he mused absently. After all, he was running low on supplies. He’d need to leave the safety of this random apartment and find a convenience store or something of that nature sometime soon, otherwise he’d starve to death.

But he didn’t wanna. Do you know how hard it is to find a store that hasn’t already been ransacked? Would you want to have to evade groups of humans who had taken to cannibalism way too quickly? Do you think it’s easy to explain to people that, actually, the zombie cat isn’t parasitic and lying in wait until it can kill you? How good would you be at ignoring the screams of people being eaten by zombies? Like, really, his life was so awful. You would think it was karma or something! He would like to reiterate that he does not deserve this! The zombie apocalypse was not his fault!

He groaned and flopped down in bed with Grim, burying his face in a pillow. It smelled off, slightly dingy, but he wasn’t going to complain. It wasn’t like the old owner had known they were going to have the most uninvited of guests. And he couldn’t file a complaint, anyways, because chances were they were dead already.

He huffed and pressed a kiss to the top of Grim's head.

"Make sure to get a good night's sleep, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow," he mumbled. He wished he could say it was more to himself than anything, since he was aware that it was very weird to talk to a cat (a zombie version of a cat, no less), but... no. He was talking to Grim.

And Grim, to his credit, purred like he understood and settled down to sleep.

Yuu continued to stay awake for only a few moments more, his eyes remained trained on the ceiling as he pieced through his plan for the next day.

He ended up drifting off out of pure boredom before he had even finished planning his route.

It wouldn't matter anyways, though, surely tomorrow would be just another day.

~

Yuu sighed lightly as he trudged down the street. Zombies were avoiding him, as usual. He liked not being eaten, so this was nice.

The summer heat was not nice, though. He glowered at the orange skies above him as if he could will the sun to leave him alone already. It did not listen to him, which was disappointing, but he would live.

Probably. Hopefully.

He’d have an easier time living if Grim didn’t insist on being carried everywhere like the diva he was, because Yuu had seen him walk a few times, the lying prick, but fine. Whatever. It wasn’t like the ability to use his hands was necessary during an apocalyptic scenario or anything.

He was left to grumble incoherently as he continued on his search for a store that was still stocked enough to bother breaking into.

He found one… far sooner than he’d thought he would.

Suspiciously fast, actually.

He looked at Grim.

“What do you think, buddy?”

Grim blinked his one eye at him lazily.

This was practically a glowing endorsement! No zombies inside!

He deserves this, really.

He looked around for something to break the glass. It wasn’t difficult. He set down Grim despite the cat’s whining so he could pick up an abandoned brick. There was a dark red stain on the corner of it.

Ewwwwwwww. It was sticky.

He threw the brick at the glass door to the convenience store with probably a little bit more force than was entirely necessary. But, in his defense, it was gross to touch.

It wasn’t even worth it in the end! Because, the second he stepped towards the door, winding the cloth of his shirt around his hand so he could widen the hole enough for him to step through without injuring himself, the automatic glass doors slid open.

Yuu blushed. “Good thing no one saw that, right?” he said to Grim.

Grim, who he was beginning to suspect might actually know what he was saying, gave him what one could only describe as a raised eyebrow. Considering the cat only had half a face, making this expression was actually quite the feat. Yuu wasn’t sure how he felt about the effort the zombie put into making sure that he could accurately interpret how unimpressed he was.

He sighed, picked up the zombie again, and stepped inside.

The place looked like… well, just about any place in the apocalypse. Blood stained just about everything, rendering the food labels largely unreadable. The emergency lights still worked, but only barely, flickering more than the lights in a B-list horror movie. What had almost definitely once been a person was slumped in a corner, though it was almost unidentifiable now, its clothes missing and its guts torn out.

Yuu set down Grim so the zombie could go and have a snack.

Grim didn’t leave his side, instead he stayed close to his heels.

This, really, should have tipped him off that something was wrong. Grim never turned down the opportunity to eat.

Yuu, though, was too busy rubbing his thumb on a canned food label, trying to figure out what aisle he was currently in, to notice.

No, it wasn’t until Grim started growling lowly that he looked up.

A boy with a shock of messy red hair and clothes that were painted with way too much blood for it to only have been his own had been trying to sneak up on him. He had a knife out, and Yuu didn’t think that there was anything that needed cutting anywhere nearby.

Yuu shrieked and threw the can of beans at him. The redhead stumbled backwards, cradling his head, mumbling curses under his breath.

And then his expression twisted into a scowl. His grip tightened on his knife.

He took a step forward.

Grim hissed, baring fangs.

The redhead only spared a halfhearted glance down at the cat before turning his attention back to Yuu, who was scrambling for another can to throw.

And then the redhead did a double take.

He screamed and backed up a few steps, only barely stopping himself from dropping his knife in his surprise. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUR CAT?!”

Yuu hesitated for just a moment too long. “Uhhhhh nothing is wrong with him.”

“THEY'RE GREEN?!”

“And you’re white but I wasn’t going to say anything about that,” Yuu sniffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

The boy spluttered. “First of all. I’m Japanese. Everyone here is Japanese. We’re in fucking Japan. Second. Of. All. Humans can be white! Cats can’t be green!”

“Explain Grim then,” Yuu argued.

There was no response. The boy was too stunned to speak. Because he had realized that Yuu’s logic checked out perfectly, no doubt.

Slowly, the redhead ran a hand through his hair. He pulled on a few strands, hard, seemingly trying to make sure he wasn’t asleep, or in some weird fever dream, or that he hadn’t been bitten and was now going insane… he didn’t seem to be all that glad to realize that everything in front of him was actually very real.

He sunk a little in defeat, leaning against a nearby shelf and eyeing Yuu warily, but at least he was no longer openly hostile. “What is wrong with you?” he asked, somewhere between exasperated and genuinely curious.

Yuu frowned. He was not sure he liked this line of conversation more than discussing Grim. Grim was green, after all! Out of the two, surely Grim should be getting all of the attention.

But he was pretty sure that saying that out loud might be considered ‘hypocrisy’, and despite the fact that this guy had definitely tried to kill him, he didn’t want to seem like a hypocrite in front of him!

Wait a second.

“I’m the weird one?! You were trying to kill me!”

Grim didn’t look particularly happy upon being reminded of this fact.

The boy didn’t seem happy that Grim wasn’t happy, because he immediately paled and rushed to say that, “No, I wasn’t!”

Yuu looked at the knife in his hand.

He cleared his throat and dropped it. He tried for an innocent smile, as if that would somehow make Yuu forget what he had literally just watched happen. “You know, I think we got off on the wrong foot.”

“Because you tried to stab me,” Yuu said flatly.

He stuck his hand out. “C’monnnn, what’s a little stabbing between new friends?”

Now, Yuu should absolutely not take that hand. Someone that had almost stabbed him once would almost certainly attempt another stabbing in the future.

But he had started talking to a cat, as of late. A zombie cat that you could argue (to much success) that he had made the much worse decision to befriend in the first place. And that had turned out fine. For him, at least.

So, he jumped at the opportunity for a new friend. He grabbed his hand in both of his own, shaking it with what was almost definitely way too much enthusiasm.

“I’m Yuu.”

“Ace…” the redhead said. He tried to pull his hand away, but Yuu was half convinced that he would turn tail and run if he did that, so he held strong. Ace looked mildly bewildered by the entire situation. He looked at the zombie cat at Yuu’s feet for a few moments. The cat did not seem all that pleased by this newfound friendship – the way he eyed the pair’s interlocked hands spoke volumes. “I don’t think that they like me.”

“He doesn’t like anyone,” Yuu said, shrugging.

Ace hesitated, briefly. His eyes flicked over Grim a few more times.

Realization sparkled in his eyes as he realized what, exactly, Grim was.

He looked at Yuu again, something appraising in his gaze. Something wary.

Without looking away from Yuu, he reached his free hand into his pocket. He pulled out a scrap of mystery meat and dropped it on the floor for Grim.

Grim sniffed it, once, before eating it.

Ace breathed a sigh of relief when the cat gave him what was unmistakably a nod of approval.

(And then visibly had a crisis over the fact that he was, apparently, looking to a cat for approval.)

~~~~~~~

Pt2>

[booppooo]

Can I request a fic where the reader and abby have been messing around for a while and everyone knows that they are both off limits because of one another. Kinda like fuck buddies but feelings are definitely involved.

Can this fic be stationed in college?

There's More to This

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

AN: uhm I didn't add any smut to this if that was what you were getting at I'm sorry....I hope you enjoy? Thanks for requesting nonetheless <3

Warnings: arguing, fwb to lovers, jealousy

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There were no strings attached, so why did it hurt so much when Abby talked about her?

"Yeah she was kinda crazy, she wanted to handcuff me to the bed and shit - I wasn't into it." Abby explained while sipping on a beer in your apartment.

Little did you know, Abby was lying about the entire endeavor with Nora. She just wanted to see how you would react, make you jealous even.

And she succeeded, because you crossed your arms and leaned toward the opposite end of the couch distastefully, "That is pretty weird." It took more than you wanted to admit to not grumble.

Seeing you so defensive and with your nose stuck up in the air shamefully made Abby's heart leap in her chest. It was stupid how involved she got with you, because now - what was supposed to be another stupid hook up - turned into several late night booty calls, and now casual fuck buddies.

Before it was just, 'wyd?' texts at 3am, either both of you were drunk, or up stressing over homework. But as of late, you both would instinctually gravitate toward each other during the day. Walking each other to classes, getting something to eat together, even ending up going to parties together. This meant that those middle of the night texts were now fucking on each other's couch at 2 pm on a Wednesday.

And for a while that's how it was. More or less just you and Abby reaching out for one another to get a 'fix.' It was too easy and too familiar to want and branch out, at least that's what you told yourself. That was also the impression Abby gave you, because you used to laugh together at the desperate texts she'd get from old hook ups freshly after you two were done playing around in the sheets.

Until Nora.

Well, until Abby's story about Nora. A fable.

From your understanding, you two were on the path to becoming exclusive - possibly even dating, but this certainly threw a wrench in things. Honestly, a part of your heart broke over what she told you.

You glanced at the clock - 4PM. Was it too odd an hour to kick her out for 'homework' purposes?

"Hey uh, I got a paper I need to work on for my psych class." You reached for the remote on the coffee table and turned off Parks and Recreation.

"Yeah I get it, I can hang out here until you're done," then she glanced at the time, "You wanna get an early dinner first?"

You could just strangle her.

"Hm I would but I'm not hungry right now." You felt like you were scrambling to get her out, "And I'd be cool with you waiting but I'll probably be working on it all night, it's a pretty long paper."

Maybe it was the nervous tone in your voice, or the way you wouldn't make eye contact with her, but somehow she saw through your bullshit, "Oh yeah? And what's the paper about? Because you usually like to get dinner about this time."

Her words hit you like a frying pan over the head, "It's a research paper I've been putting off, it's like a whole semester long thing." Slowly you inched toward the front door.

"Uhm, okay? When do you plan on eating then?"

What was annoyance before, turned into anxiety, and now anger. Rage was beginning to simmer below your rib cage and in your cheeks.

"Probably around 6 or so. I'll see you later, I need to work on this." Your hand was on the door knob.

Abby stood from her seat and watched you with an arched brow, "You're being really weird. Did I do something wrong?"

"No just-" you we're getting upset, "I just want to get this paper done."

She started grinning, gradually approaching you like a lion hunting it's prey, "Doesn't seem like it."

Across from you she leaned against the wall and watched you teeter on the edge of seething. Her arms were crossed to show her muscles, a full fledged smirk on her face.

You didn't want to argue, you knew if you did you'd actually tell her what was nagging at you.

"You can show your way out." Then you left for your room.

Unfortunately, you only made it a few feet before she had your wrist and tugged you against her.

"Hey now - that's now way to treat your guest." It was evident in her voice she thought this was going in a certain direction, despite all your efforts to steer her the opposite way.

"Abby don't touch me!" You snagged your wrist away and frowned.

It seemed now she wanted to take you seriously.

"Okay you're definitely being weird. What's going on?"

"Just go Abby."

Tears began to form in your eyes, so you turned and headed for your bedroom.

She scoffed, "I'm not leaving until you tell me what the hell is wrong with you."

You stopped dead in your tracks. Jaw tense and tears brimming in your eyes, it would be an understatement to say you were frustrated.

"I'll call the cops."

She laughed. Your voice was meek and shaky.

"Listen, if I did something, just tell me. You're acting like a damn kid."

If you wanted to act like a kid you could. You wouldn't hesitate to scream and kick and throw yourself on the floor until someone called the police because of how much noise you made. Anything to make her leave.

"Are you jealous?"

Was she really that dense? No, she had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way she didn't think she was innocent.

"What an astute observation. Now get out." The rest of your journey to your bedroom was spent wiping away tears.

But you should've known better, because Abby was quick to throw herself in front of your door and keep tormenting you.

"Woah hey- are you crying?" She cupped your jaw and forced you to meet her eyes, but you averted her gaze, "Way to rub it in." You shoved her hand away.

Now Abby really felt shame. She didn't know it would make you cry, nor this angry. She just wanted to get a rise out of you, perhaps even test the waters on hate fucking.

Both of her hands held your melancholy expression now, "Y/n, hey, I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted to see how you'd react. Do you really think I slept with her?"

"What else was I supposed to think!?" You snapped, now sobbing.

"Shit I don't know? I thought you would get all jealous and then wanna fuck it out or something."

The words coming out of her mouth only fanned the flame behind your eyes. Beyond your miserable sobs was raw anger, and everything Abby did to try and tame it only exacerbated it.

Wriggling from her hold you tried to shove her aside to disappear into your room - the only thing you had been trying to do this entire time. If this continued any longer, you'd have a breakdown.

"Wait a second-" Abby reached for you once more and tried to restrain you against her chest, "I'm sorry, I know that was stupid."

You persisted against her, some of your tears wetting her shirt, "No shit!"

"Just calm down alright? I promise I won't do it again." In a desperate attempt to diffuse the situation she tried to wipe some tears from your wet skin.

"Abby-" you finally broke free," there isn't going to be 'again.' I don't want to fucking see you again! You're so oblivious and just want to use me for my body."

That seemed to strike a gnarly nerve inside her, because her brows dipped disdainfully and her nose scrunched.

"Are you - heh - are you breaking up with me?"

It was your turn to laugh, "Break up? Break up what exactly? You never asked me to be your girlfriend, every time you come over we fuck; there's nothing there! This is bullshit!"

"Oh! Oh so all those times I bought you dinner, and was late to my class so I could walk you to yours, and the countless hours we spent together laughing in bed was just nothing. Is that it? Is that the bullshit?"

This was the first time you had seen each other angry. You never thought you'd reach this point, truthfully you were okay with being fuck buddies and letting the label come naturally, but the nature of the argument had you expressing otherwise. You were afraid. Abby wasn't going to hit you, but she was a smart girl and knew what would strike you the wrong way as far as hurtful words. But you also had a few things up your sleeve.

"You never said otherwise. It's the same shit I'd do for my friends. As far as I'm concerned, we were barely casual."

"Are you kidding me? Is this a joke?"

"Oh- like you 'kidding' about fucking Nora?"

"Yes!" She was nearly as hysterical as you, "I already told you it was fake!"

You nodded, "Yeah, like whatever you thought we had."

She sighed out exhaustion, "Oh my god," and pinched the bridge of her nose, "What do you want from me Y/n? Hm?"

Reflecting her attitude, you crossed your arms, "Nothing now."

"Fuckin c'mon," she groaned, "Don't be like that, work with me a little bit."

After all this, she wanted you to be forward and honest? To suddenly come up with a solution and slap a band-aid on all of this? How were you supposed to think about any of that when knocking her front teeth in would feel so much better?

"How about you work yourself out of my apartment. I don't know what you're trying to hurry up and fix, but if you're scared you're gonna lose your fuck buddy then you should be."

"Stop saying that! I'm trying to apologize to you. If we were just fucking I wouldn't stand here and rip my hair out over you."

Now she looked completely frazzled. Her hair was messy, eyes red, chest rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

There was something that was going over your head, "Did you actually think we were dating?"

"You tell me." She deadpanned.

"Then why make up the stupid story about Nora?!"

She ran her fingers through her hair, "We've been over this. It was a dumb idea to turn you on. I already said sorry - can you please just get over it?"

Studying her features, you contemplated your argument. Matter of fact, you contemplated your dynamic as a whole. So much was brought up, more than you wanted to voice into the world, but it was too late to take it back now. Was it too late for you two? Was a relationship really a good idea?

There was one way to find out if she was really seriously about this, "Okay, I'll get over it, if you ask me."

A bit of your heart broke when you noticed how she was holding on by a thread, "Huh?"

You repeated yourself, serious in your gaze and jaw clenched.

"Wh-what?" Her eyes darted around your expression, "Do you want me to ask you out?" You didn't waiver, this was for her to figure out.

"Will you be my girlfriend...?"

It wasn't the most romantic, and the furthest from ideal, way to be asked out, but you accepted it. She sighed in relief and scooped you up in a hug, letting the tension naturally set, no further words spoken.

Bzz.

You both perked up. Abby slipped her phone from her pocket and let you read the message with her.

Unknown number: hey, been a while since we talked. What've you been up to? Busy tonight?

Abby: yeah I'm hanging out with my girlfriend

You smiled up at her and she planted a kiss on your forehead.

Unknown number: oh shit sorry, who?

Abby: Y/n

Unknown number: really? I thought you were just tapping that

Abby: uhm no?

"Do people think we were just fucking around?" You wondered out loud, watching as Abby blocked the number.

The blonde shrugged, "You did."

You clicked your tongue in disappointment and shoved her away.

"Hey! Don't be like that. I was just teasing you. Would dinner make you feel better?"

Looking over your shoulder at her, you carefully considered her offer.

"....let's go."

Abby chuckled and made her way back toward the front door, slipping on her shoes, "I have a few ideas for dessert then," her eyes lingered along your body.

You couldn't help but let your vision wander as well, "I actually like the sound of dessert before dinner."

"Oh yeah?" Her hand instinctively found your hip.

"Definitely."

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Love and bonnets.

BLACK READER X PETER PARKER.

+18 SMUT!!!

No summary this time just gotta read it yourself :3

Word count: 3898!

TW? : uhm hair?? Uh the L word?! (Love) this is a pretty sweet fic so..also typos I’m sorry!

Author note:..hey ..soo.. did yeah miss me? Lol. Okay yes I’m sorry that haven’t uploaded in…like 3 months. This was originally was made in FEBRUARY.. for black history month and Valentine’s Day..(lmao yes Ik)

So sorry, also if your wondering on your request I’m sorry and I haven’t forgotten about you!!! I have this thing where I need to finish one story first, so since I was stuck on this one.. i never could start the other ones. Anyways enjoy.

Your mouth emits a low groan as the god rays blind your eyes, as you sit up stretching tight limbs.

You rub your neck as you look down, “goddamnit!” You pick your bonnet off your bedsheets, you kick your covers off in a rage making quick steps to the bathroom mirror

You pout seeing your hair thrown around your head like you were attacked by a windstorm. Looks like it’s another hat day, knocking at the bathroom door makes you jump.

“Hey, you done in there?”

“I’m naked!”

“No. you’re not, your lotion is still on your counter and I know you like to moisturize right after the shower. So open up, pleaseeeee? I gotta pee!” Before he could knock again you swung the door open, Peter’s shocked face turns into an inquisitive one.

“Your-“

“Don’t-“

“Didn’t y-“

“Yes,” you bum shoulders as you barge through the small doorway of your shared bathroom.

“But you-“

“If you mention it you’re anti-black!” You pause your feet, swiveling back to face him, “Also- don’t look in my room, it’s creepy!” Your arms cross as you speak, quickly turning around, not awaiting an answer.

“Your door was wide open! I didn’t look on purpose! A-and I’m not creepy…” you hold your laughter as you hear Peter mutter, “I'm not creepy” again as he shuts the door. You hum to yourself as you scan over each hat in your room, picking up each one as you put it against your forehead.

“I think it’s better to try them on, then put them against your forehead.” Peter’s voice sends a shiver of embarrassment as you turn to him, your mouth open to speak,

“Here, try this.” Your eyes are covered for a moment, Peter shifts the beanie to restore your eyesight you stare at his grinning face before turning to face your mirror.

The beanie fits your head perfectly, snarky blue embroidered webs were splashed on it, with the cutest spidey head logo winking back at you, and holy shit,

silk lining inside?!

“Pete, this hat is absolutely…” Your hands reach up to brush your fingertips against the embroidery making sure you weren’t imagining the intricate stitches.

“What? Is it not comfortable? I ca-“

“ Absolutely, adorable! Is it mine to keep?” Your eyes shift to his face which is bathed in blush, a simple nod acts as your answer.

You giggle as you pick clothes to go with your new hat using your bed as a display, your head tilts to look at Peter who has returned to his rightful place on the doorframe.

“Lookin’ for something, hm?” Your hands play with the fabric of your clothes as you speak.

“Oh? I give you free shit and you wanna kick me out?” Peter’s head rested on the doorframe tilted as he smirked, he really didn’t know how handsome he was, did he? You bit your lip.

“Nooo! I’m not kicking you out and you know it, Pete.” You roll your eyes before turning towards him taking slow steps. “But I do have to change and I like you Pete but not enough to let you see me naked, not yet .” Your tongue peaked out behind your teeth as you spoke,

Your hands rest on the door as you slowly inch it closer and closer to Peter’s body, he doesn’t finch opting to stare at you instead, eyes scanning you head to toe. “Are you imagining me naked?” Your eyebrows raised as Peter’s eyes flicker to your lips then to your eyes.

“No..” Peter’s voice wasn’t very convincing, you scoff pushing him out of your door frame, “I’ll be out in a minute.” You shut the door in his face.

-

“Singles night is a go!” You burst into the room, a new outfit on your body. Peter’s head lolling back to look at you, “Cute outfit but it’s definitely not night, at least not yet.” You frown taking a seat next to him.

“No need to be such a Debby downer, just a name.”

“Mm, yeah a name that only makes partial sense” Peter hands you a bottled drink, you block it with your hand.

“Beer? No thanks-“

“Mm, not beer. Fruity liquor, what do you take me as? A frat boy?” Peter’s hand hit his chest fingers splayed

In a fake offense.

You giggle, taking the bottle from his other hand, Peter pops the cap off for you.

“Why aren’t you taking a fine lady out for Val Day, Petey? Definitely hot enough to get some.” You bump shoulders with him.

He hums before answering, his soft eyes falling onto yours, “I’d just..rather spend it with you.” You swear you saw hearts in his eyes.

“Pete.. if you keep talkin’ like that I might take it the wrong way.” Take a sip of your drink, checking the label, 4.25% so it’s not the alcohol talking.

“What if I want you to take it the wrong way?” Peter’s eyes hung low as he inched closer, your hands clamping on his mouth as you shifted towards him as well.

“This is a very cruel prank for you to play, Mr.Parker.” Your words were just above a whisper as you moved your hand away, sticking out your tongue returning to your previous position.

“Wasn’t a prank..” Peter takes a sip of his drink as he turns away from you, also returning to his lax position.

“Anyways, weren’t we supposed to go somewhere today? Hence my need for the cutest hat ever !” Your head tilted to him as you looked up at your hat, god this hat was just so stellar.

“Mm, consider this a pregame I set the reservations

later today.” Peter’s voice was warm and smooth, like whiskey.

“Shit, reservations? I’m not dressed for a fancy place, oh no I gotta go change no-“

“No- you don’t, it’s not a fancy place. I just wanted to make sure we get a seat cus you know, day of love and all” Peter laughed, easing your nerves.

“Don’t scare me like that!” You fake hit him, he dodged a smirk playing on his lips.

“ I didn’t! You scared yourself like that!” His hands shot up in a defensive stand, you scowl.

“Ya yeah laugh it up..”

A comfortable silence falls between you and him, you shift trying to get comfortable again, feeling a bit cramped from sitting up straight. Peter lets out a soft sigh, patting his lap. You oblige his request, your hat shifts off your head, Peter gently pulls the rest off your head. You open your mouth to protest but before you can his hands start to massage your scalp, your eyes close as you let out a groan.

“Dude, that feels amazing..” you hummed snuggling closer to Pete’s torso as he scratched.

Your mind wanders as you drift off to sleep.

“Wash day? Like for clothes?” His eyebrows knitted together as he racked his brains for answers. “No, for my hair.” You paid him no mind as you grabbed all your hair products, plus a towel.

“Why a whole day? Can you not just wash in the shower and go?” Peter followed you into the kitchen he spoke watching you line up the bottles of hair products. Turning on the water, checking its temperature, and moving the dial to your liking.

“Cus, It's easier to wash it here and takes a long time. Plus, it’s what my mom always did. Of course, those days are over and now I have to wash my hair.. no spa treatment for me. “ you pout, wash days were a favorite growing up. Minus the pain of detangling, you loved the scalp massage, and the greasing of your scalp, just thinking about it made you miss home.

“I can do it for you.” Your eyes shot to Peter suspiciously.

“Do what for me?”

“I could wash your hair for you, I don’t mind.”

“Peter..-“

“Seriously! Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it! I'm a very quick learner, plus.. I uhm.. really like your hair. “

You smile softly at Peter’s confession, “You like my hair?” Peter gives you an exaggerated nod, “I like how soft it is.. and how shiny it gets.. I just- really interested in it? I hope that’s not weird.” He puts his hands up before scratching the back of his neck.

“It’s not! I’m just surprised you noticed.”

“I always ..notice you..”

You bit your lip, “Uhm, well. Here I’ll show you what to do.”

You never thought you’d enjoy walking someone else through the process of doing your hair. It was actually relaxing too, Peter’s hands were way gentler than your mom's so that helped too.

Since that day you would occasionally catch him watching videos about black hair, or reading an article on his phone when he thought you weren’t looking.

“Hey, can I try something?” Peter breaks out randomly as you both sit in the common space.

“Depends? What’s up buttercup?”

“Well, uhm. So, I’ve been doing some research.”

“Ooh, research? On?”

“Well, your hair.. and I-..wanted to try to do a different style.. if you’d let me..?” Peter’s voice squeaked, you watched as he physically cringed, you giggled at his dismay.

“Yeah, it sounds like fun.”

“Seriously??” Peter’s bright eyes stared at you with wonder.

“Yeah, I trust you.”

Thus began the weekly hair appointments with Peter the stylist. He tried anything and everything natural, Bantu knots, box braids, cornrows, and twists! Nothing was too much for him.

“Why can’t I do your hair for our dat-uh..hang out for Valentine’s Day?” Peter’s arms were folded as he pouted, standing between the doorway trapping you.

“Mm, because you’ve been spoiling too much! I practically don’t remember how to do my own hair. Plus, I want my hair to be a surprise and add to the excitement!” You grin.

“You’re plenty exciting on your own for me.”

“Whatever- now move!” You push through him.

“Hey..”

You groan, your eyes squinting.

“Hey, wake up-“

You whine as someone shakes you gently, your eyes flutter open to Peter’s brown hair and soft eyes.

“Hey, sleepy head.”

Your subdued smile playing on your lips, “Mornin”

Your hand reaches up, caressing his cheek. Your smile splits into a grin as he leans to your touch.

“I got something to show you.” His hand lays over yours.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but I gotta get up to get it.”

“Mm- nooo,” you frown.

“I know but I’ll be quick, promise”

“Okaay” you lift, watching Peter walk to his room. You draw your knees close to your chest as you wait for Peter to return.

Your eyes light up when you see a small box with a bow tied neatly around it in Peter’s hands.

“It’s- it’s not much so”

“I don’t care! A gift is a gift, the only thing is you’ve given me two things today and I haven’t even gotten you one thing..” you sulked as he sat in front of you.

“No worries, I didn’t want you to anyways.” His hands extend the box out to you, your fingers graze him as you take it, and goosebumps formed on your arm from the light touch. He sits on the floor in front of you closely watching your reaction.

Your hands shake slightly as you undo the ribbon, opening the box carefully.

A piece of fabric was neatly folded in the box, your curiosity grows as you pick it out of the box, unfolding it gingerly.

A bonnet. He’d gotten you a bonnet, you turn in your hands a few times.

A bonnet with hearts on it-

Wait-

A bonnet that had the cutest collages of you and him printed on the hearts, your fingers trace over both of your smiling faces.

You turn the bonnet in your hands, noticing more little details. Your birthday and name sewn on the side in your favorite color, an adjustable satin strap to keep your bonnet from slipping, and to top it all off the same cute Spider-Man logo that was on your beanie he gave you earlier.

“Peter..”

“You like it?” He grinned.

“Awe I love it!!” You crash on top of him, squeezing the life out of him as you squeal.

“I don’t know who you commissioned but jeez you must have paid a shit ton for such awesome craftsmanship!”

“Actually..I sewed it myself.”

You pull back to look him in the eyes, “Are you serious, Pete?”

He nods as heat rises to his cheeks, “ I wanted it-.. to be special, custom. So I ..made it myself.” His eyes glanced away from you bashfully, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. You lift his chin, your fingers stroking his jaw, “Thank you so much, this.. means a lot .” Your voice was just above a whisper.

His eyes lock onto yours, his hands on your waist. For the first time, you're keenly aware of how your bodies are touching. Your legs basically wrapped around his waist, your crotch painfully closed to his, your chest pressing lightly against his.

“Can I show a bit of my appreciation?” You feel like you’ve been running a marathon, breathless as you spoke.

“Yeah..yeah I’d like that..” Peter’s eyes flickered to your lips then back to your eyes half-lidded.

Your lips graze his before you both take the plunge. Soft lips collide, your hands travel up to his hair tracing circles.

A satisfying pop rings through both of your ears as you separate, your forehead bumps against him as you stare into each other's eyes.

“I got something to show you, wanna see?” You mimic his words from earlier.

“Yeah,” he mimics you back.

“But I gotta.. get up to show you” You bit your lip, grinning at your little joke.

“Nooo” Peter laughs, pulling you closer.

“It’s either that or you carry me to my room, silly”

Peter shrugs, “okay”

“I’m jokin-“

Peter’s nose bumps yours as he lifts you, your hands are clutching his shirt in an instant, “Peter-!”

“What? You said to carry you..”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it, Let alone be strong enough!”

“Please you’re like a paper towel in my hands” he kisses your nose, “These muscles aren’t for nothing.”

“What muscles?” You stick out your tongue, giggling.

“Hey! I can still drop you, y’know.”

“Yeah, but I know you won’t.” You press a quick kiss to his cheeks as he gently lets go of your legs.

“What did you wanna show me?”

You grin, skipping over to your bed.

“This.”

“This?” Peter cocks an eyebrow.

“Know what this is?”

“I do.”

You sit down on your bed, “it’s a bed.”

“It is indeed.”

“Mm, do you know what we do on beds?”

“Sleep?”

You motion for him to come closer to you, he obliges by nestling himself between your legs, he towers over you making you crane your neck upwards. Normally this would be terrifying but with him. He looked like an Angel with the lights shining behind him.

“They also have sex.” You bat your eyelashes, you can make out the outline of his face as you speak but not his expression.

“Do you want..to do that?”

“Do what, Pete?”

“D-..do you want to have sex..?”

“Mm, Peter you’re so forward!” You teased, your hands toyed with his belt.

“May I?”

“Please” his voice cracked, desperate for your touch, for you.

Your soft hands undo his belt, unbuttoning his jeans letting gravity help you pull the pants to the floor. Your hands trace his boner through his underwear, palm the head, squeezing softly earning a soft groan. Your hands travel to his waistband, tugging it down slowly like a prize being revealed.

You pump once, Peter's hips jerk forward “Your hands a-are so soft..- sorry.

“No worries, Peter, I enjoy knowing you like my hands. I wonder how much you’ll like my mouth?” You line up your mouth to the tip of his cock, planting a kiss.

“Wait-“ Pete’s hands wrap around yours, “I’m afraid I’ll -..cum if you go any further....-“

“Oh? That sensitive..?” Your eyes flutter, head tilting in question.

Peter's hand covers his mouth as he glances away from you, “On-only because it’s you..and I don't want to be the only one naked..-if that’s okay with you of course.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, “I’m okay with that..”

You shift up the bed to make room for him, Peter’s leg finds a place between your thighs planting soft lips against yours. Hands trickling down to your breast, “Can I?” His eyes were like saucers as he stared into your eyes as you nodded yes.

He lifts your shirt gently, pulling it over your head. His hands grasp your waist giving you a gentle squeeze before helping you wiggle out of your pants. His hands hover over your bra, “Are you okay?” You run your fingers through his hair breaking his trace.

“I..I’m okay, you’re just beautiful.” Peter’s hand soft cups your breast as he stares at you, your lips let his name slip through.

His thumbs slide into your underwear, pulling back and snapping your waistband making you both giggle.

“Whatcha doing down there?”

“Taking my time with someone I love..” He bites his lips, with those big brown eyes that you adore.

You guide his hands back to your underwear, letting them grip your sides, “Well, that someone wants you to fuck them.. so I insist you continue.”

“Well if you insist..”

His fingers hook onto your underwear sliding them down your legs, you giggle as you kick them off once they get to your ankles.

“I swear I just saw your dick grow a few inches…”

“Mm, probably because I’m lookin’ at the most beautiful person in the world.” Peter’s hands prop himself over you as you up at him, stealing a kiss from his smiling lips.

Your hands trace down his chest as Peter leans in for more kisses, his lips move to leave delicately placing nibbles down your neck and collarbone. Nibbles turn into hickies as his mouth gets closer to your breast, his hands fondle your left breast before kissing the nipple of your right breast.

“You’re so warm and soft..” Peter mumbles, flicking your nipples with his tongue.

“It’s probably cocoa butter..” you bite your lip as you stare at him,

“Is that why you taste so great too?” Peter grins kissing your tits again before letting his tongue drag all the way down to pussy.

“Is that.. a chocolate joke, p-peter.”

“Nope, but feel free to grill me about it later.” Peter’s hands slide down to your hips, forcing your hips up slightly to meet his mouth.

He presses a kiss against your clit, sending pleasure through your body.

“Pete-“

“Shh- I got you.” His thumb gently presses against your pearl as his tongue dragged down, his eyes low as his tongue wiggled its way into your hole.

“Ohh, Pete..!” your hands find their way into his hair, tugging at the soft locks of curls.

Peter hums in approval, tongue probing deeper into your folds, his hand slides to your pussy, his thumb strokes your clit with a warm touch.

His palm pressed against your stomach softly to keep you from bucking up as he eats you out.

Your fingers yank at his hair as he strokes your pearl faster, earning a gasp from Peter, his eyes connecting with yours, a small smile playing on his lips as he makes his way back up to your face, fingers still playing with your clit.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck, yes.. I- need you inside of me..” You press a kiss at the corner of his mouth, tasting a bit of yourself on your lips.

Peter smiles as he dips down to capture your lips, as hips lined up with yours, replacing his hand with his dick letting it press against you.

“Condom?”

“Bedside drawer.”

Peter pulls out a condom from your stash, flashing it toward you while grinning.

“Naughty..”

You bite your lip in response, “Wouldn’t you rather me be prepared? “

“Yeah, otherwise I’d be running like a madman to my room to find one.” Peter’s brown hair flopped around as he spoke, hovering over you before pressing his lips against yours.

You hum as you feel his cock pressing against your hole, he wraps your legs around his waist as he sinks his cock into you.

Muffled moans are exchanged as your tongues clashed with each other.

“You feel amazing.” Peter’s lips nipped at his neck as he thrust slowly, “This okay?” He flashed his baby brown eyes at you.

“Y-Yea I’m okay, you’re just.. a little big.” A whimper slips through as you speak, “Shit, Peter..you’re filling me so- so well....” you squirm, squeezing down on his cock eliciting a muffled moan from his lips.

“Holy shit- that felt amazing please do that again, squeeze me again.” His hips thrust forward, your head throws back, squeezing him simultaneously in response.

“Peter..!” Your hands rake down his chest as he fucked you into the plush bed.

“Fuck, s-say my name again, please- I need I-it.” He grip your hips in a bruising he slams into you, you hummed his name out in chants as he pumped in and out of you.

“You’re so beautiful” his left hand slip up into your hair massaging the roots as his lips graced your skin, his thumb stroking circles into your skin, “Peter- I’m- “

Your back arched from his continuous touches, his hand pressed on your belly making your head loll back in pleasure.

“Oh god- shitshitshit. Right there-!Sosos good- “ your mouth drooled as his pace quickened, “I’m comin’-“

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. I’m- “

Peter’s hands grip your waist as lifting your ass off the bed, ” I’m- gonna cum..!”

“I-I’ve wanted to do this for so so long-“

Your body goes limp as he fucks you through your high, “I love you- fuck I love you so much..!” Peter’s cock swells inside of you uttering more confessions as he cums, until his pace dwindles into small nudges.

His nimble fingers trace your hips before, reaching to engulf you in a tight embrace.

“That..was really really good.”

“It was..”

You both pause, it’s a comfortable silence.

“Did you mean ..that? When you said you loved me?”

Peter’s head which was in the crook of your neck moves to hover just above yours.

“Of course, I meant that.” His hands caressed your face, kissing the tip of your nose.

“I really do love you, if.. that’s okay?” He rubs the back of his neck, looking away slightly.

“Of course, that’s okay, Peter. Cus I..love you too.”

You could feel a rush of heat to your cheeks, as Peter’s eyes connected to yours in surprise.

“You do?”

“I do.”

His lips are instantly on yours sucking away your breath, you both pull back when you hear his phone make little chimes.

“I swear if it’s a spam call-“ his lips never stop kissing yours as he speaks, making you giggle.

“Sh- that’s the alert for our reservation!!”

“Wait- what?”

Both of you shoot up immediately, hopping on various clothing.

“Are we even gonna make it on time?”

Peter pauses for a second, “Mm, maybe if we swing there..?” His voice cracks a bit, making your lips split into a grin.

“I’m feelin’ adventurous today, why not?”

[desceros]

Hi, you probably don't remember me, but I'm the 🪻 anon that sent asks once or twice. Still very much a nervous fan! Your work and the way you write about your experiences and feelings still positively stun me every time I read your posts.

I've been thinking about writing for the tmnt and rottmnt universes for a while now, but I'm still very uncertain about my own interpretation of these characters. If it isn't too much to ask, I'd like to know how you do it??

Your work has such fluidity and... sense?? I don't really quite know how to put it into words, but it inspires me very much! Anyway, I guess I'm asking for writing tips?? I know each interpretation is unique and our own, but I can't help but adore yours! I hope you're having a good day/night, Ms. Desceros!

Ps: English is not my first language, so sorry if my rambling aren't really coherent. (〒 u 〒⁠)

– 🪻

i do very much remember! and i'm so sorry i had this sitting in my inbox for forever and a day lmfaoooo i didn't want to rush the answer and instead give it proper thought/answer for you! :D

so it sounds like you're asking two different things here, which is 1) how do i establish strong characters, and 2) how do i construct flow in a fic.

characterization

for characters, it starts pretty simply with just consuming a lot of the character. for example, with the turtles, i've watched rise and bayverse both a lot. like, a lot a lot. enough that i can hear their voices in my head when i'm writing, because i've heard them so much.

specifically, i've watched it not just casually, but also with the ears of a writer. what words do each of the turtles use? how do they phrase things? when one of them gets annoyed, how does he communicate it? when they're scared, what do they say? how do they move their bodies? what do they do in the background of scenes where they aren't the focus?

once you feel like you kind of know the answers to those questions, the next step is just to write! i probably have about... hm... 30-50k of fic in my icloud that i wrote before i started posting things. the purpose of it was just to figure out how i liked the turtles to sound. because i write them as older adults, they sound just a little different than they do in the show. i inject my headcanons into their voices. these things change how they act, and i fiddled with it until i was happy with it. knowing i wasn't going to publish these made it really easy for me to get creative and push things, until i found the boundaries that i like and that feel good for me.

flow

so good flow is something that really comes with a lot of experience writing. it's one of those things you... pick up as you write a lot, so this part is going to be a bit more. hm. disconnected. nuanced. how you like things paced, how things feel good under your fingers; these are things you'll get better at as you go on. that said, it's something i've very consciously worked on myself, so i do have a few tips for you that'll hopefully speed up that process for you!

my biggest tip is to READ. find authors (fiction and fanfiction!) you like, and READ them. but again, we're not doing it recreationally, we're doing it as a writer.

read your favorite authors and think. think about the things they include and what they don't. what information do they convey in great detail? what information do they convey in exposition? what information do they leave for you to garner on your own? why do you like how they include things? why do you like what they don't? do you miss certain things? do you wish they wouldn't bother with others?

for example, i really love brining in the emotions of a scene. how something makes a character feel. basking in that is something i really love reading, so i have a lot of it in my writing. and i enjoy doing it without Telling you how someone feels. i don't say "donnie is sad." i tell you how his shoulders slump. how he gazes off to the side with a listless expression. how his eyes cloud over with uncertainty. these are things i've enjoyed reading, and so i've incorporated into my writing. i will slow down the flow of my fic, putting a bit of rubato on these moments, because i like how it feels.

i personally enjoy things to be very fluid, connecting from one scene to the next with as little a break as possible. think of french vs english. french is very fluid, english is very percussive. they're both languages, both good, they just sound different to the ear. part of constructing that, for me, means i write from beginning to end without skipping around. it's a style that has its pros and cons, but it allows me to have a single thread, unbroken, though the entire work.

ultimately, your writing is a stained glass of everything you love. the words you think are pretty, the turns of phrase that catch your eye, the verbs that bring action to life. this is the foundation of what people will call your "voice," and a large part of that is your flow, or pacing. i can't really... tell you how to create your stained glass. but this is how you can create your own, and make it something you find beautiful.

[mxdnightlvers]

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡- 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𓆩♡𓆪

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Church by chase Atlantic but the lyrics matches sex with the Genshin men

➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Alhaitham, Zhongli, Childe/Tartaglia

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: religious references (zhongli), the song itself references terms like church and preaching in a sexual sense, breeding, humiliation, oral sex, overstim

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Afab reader + Gender Neutral Pronouns

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: It’s been soooo long since I’ve written anything and I’ve missed it so much!! I’m finally glad to be back writing so have this fic <3 Also chase Atlantic is my fav band and church is my fav song from them so :))) Also also ill get to requests soon this was just to get back into the hang of things

“I’m about to take you back to church” ~ Zhongli

This man will have you on your knees, begging for more of him- worshipping him. He may be the former archon- but an archon nonetheless. You are to treat him as one. You are to worship him, his cock and his hands and his name. Thanking him for being able to just taste and feel his cock inside any of your holes. Oh how you’re so grateful for someone so divine to cum inside your cunt. His seed is too precious for you to waste, keeping it all inside your hole or eagerly swallowing every last drop. Of course, he cums inside you so much that some unfortunately spills out. But it’s okay! Because Zhongli will so kindly collect it on his fingers and shove them in your mouth. You’d taste yourself and his cum on his fingers and still lick them clean. Obeying so nicely that you deserve a reward! He’d cum inside you over and over again, filling your pretty hole up. The warm liquid just spilling inside you drives you wild that it has you cumming on his cock for the nth time. God, the way you just tighten around his cock has him seeing stars. He’d chase after that feeling, having you cum over and over, abusing your clit just so he can feel your walls tighten around his cock. Marking you everywhere and all you can do is just weakly thank him. You’re so lucky to have an archon using your cunt to feel good, lucky to have him mark you as his so as a loyal believer you should thank him! Reduced to a dumb fucked out mess, the archon would continue fucking into your weak body, making you see heaven itself.

“Well tell me your confessions baby, what’s the worst?” - Childe

His fingers would be so tantalizingly slow, rubbing your folds and purposely ignoring your needy hole. He’d be teasing you for so long that you’ll have to beg him to do anything. “Hm? Do what baby I wouldn’t know what to do if you don’t tell me,” The glare you shot him would seem so intimidating to any other person but he remained between your legs, a playful smirk on his face as he continues his slow movements. Turning your head more into the pillow you mumble out a “I need you- inside me.” As embarrassing as it was, you’d be facing a lot more humiliation as he wasn’t quite satisfied with your vague answer. “Me? Inside you? I don’t know what you want inside you. You have to tell me exactly what you want baby.” His emphasis on ‘exactly’ had your eyes wide with shock as you realized what he meant. As much as you didn’t want to say, he was not going to be moving if you did nothing. So with one deep breath, he had you begging for his cock inside you. Not wasting a moment to push himself to the hilt inside you but oh- he wasn’t finished there. He wanted you to tell him exactly how to fuck you. Slow? Rough? Fast? He wanted to hear you beg for him to fuck you so hard that you can barely think. And if you didn’t? He’d simply stay buried still inside you until you’re spilling all your desires to him. He wanted to hear how much you never wanted him to stop when he’s fucking into you. To hear you say how much you want him to keep fucking you senseless. Telling you he’s gonna cum and for you to beg him to cum inside you within a heartbeat. Sweet moans begging for him to fill you up so nicely so that you still feel his cum inside you after you’re finished. He’d gladly do anything you want, once you ask him nicely for it <3

“Baptise in your thighs til it hurts.” -Alhaitham

This man would have you crying on his tongue. You’d be cumming at least three times before he even penetrates you. There’s just something so satisfying about watching you squirm against his tongue while you try to push him off from the overstimulation. Something so addictive to the way your eyes flicker with a moment of fear as he wraps his hands around your thighs to pull you back down. Watching the tears stream down your face as he brings you to yet another orgasm. Slender fingers fucking you through your orgasm as he finally pulls away. Green eyes staring down at your already fucked out state as he wraps your legs around his waist, cock penetrating your already sensitive hole. He won't even give you a moment to breathe, fucking you senseless when he feels how tight you are around him. Lifting your legs up even higher to pound you further into the mattress. His hands are wrapped so tightly around your thighs that he leaves red imprints on your skin. Nails digging into your flesh as he feels his orgasm approaching, bringing your knees up to your chest so that his cock stretches you out even more. He's fucking you so fast and rough that you can barely form coherent words, reducing you to a shaky babbling mess of tears and moans as he abuses your sensitive hole. His hand rubbing circles on your clit, ignoring your pleas as you whine and squirm under him, bringing you to yet another orgasm. Alhaitham unable to hold back any longer and cumming inside you, holding your hips in place as he regains himself. You're tired and worn out and finally get a moment to catch your breath until you feel him moving again, a sadistic smile on him as he confirms your thoughts. "We're not done yet my love, we have so much more to do." <3