#like very carefully and slowly and kept asking if i was ok

[milkweedman]

2 weird interactions with strangers in the same afternoon that my hip dislocated while I was out so I had to walk around incredibly slowly so as not to collapse. Which presumably is not a coincidence ?

[thebestofoneshots]

This isn’t really a request but this came to may head at three in the morning ok Imagine like your getting fucked by one of the Marauders or all of them and yk those moving pictures they have in the wizard world image they have a whole box filled of the reader getting back shots and EVERYTHING 😵‍💫🥴

THE STASH | marauders x reader

Pairing: J.P. x S.B. x R.L x Female Reader

Word Count: 5 k

Warnings: Smut, finger fucкing, a little bit of PTSD on Sirius, pictures taken w/o reader’s knowledge, reader being insecure and gaining back confidence thanks to the boys.

Prompt: You find the boy's stash, filled with lusty pictures and they make you feel insecure, thoughts about not being good enough for them arise, the catch is, that’s THE OLD stash. (Happy ending)

Notes: I had a similar idea already in my head so when I saw this ask I just knew I had to make it happen.

♡ NSFW: Smut under the cut

You knocked on their door a couple of times when no one said anything, you decided to let yourself  in, “Rem? Jamie? Sirius?” 

No answer. 

You looked around and went to sit by Remus’ bed. He said he’d see you in their room later that night for study and maybe something more, but with study club and prefect duties, you assumed he was as busy as the two other boys were with the quidditch training. You didn’t mind it much though, their room was a lot more quiet to study in than yours, and it was always fun to see their surprised faces when they walked in and you were there. 

You were taking your book and some parchment out when a pot of ink fell from your bag and onto the floor. There was a thud and then another one and then it spilled all over. You gasped and left the bag on the side before leaning down to pick it up. You whispered a quick “reparo,” and the crystal pot wasn’t leaking anymore, but the ink was still on the floor and some of it was spilling down the wooden floorboard. 

“Fuck,” you whispered as you summoned a napkin from your bag and started to clean as best as you could, but it didn’t seem to be working, it was still spilling down into what looked like a nook on the floor. You frowned and looked at the wooden board in detail only to realize there was a section that was a little more worn than the rest. 

You frowned and tried to lift the board by digging your nails on the side but it wasn’t working, you huffed and walked over to Sirius’ night table to see if he still had his pocket knife there. Luckily he did, and you took it, pulling out one of the blades and using it as a crane to lift the wooden board.

Once you did you realized the ink had slipped inside most of the things they kept in there. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered continuously as you tried to pull off the things in fear that they would be ruined with the ink. There were some old letters, some hand-rolled cigars, a few potions and then a small box, that one had gotten most of the ink. You winced and pulled it out, biting your lip as you tried to concentrate. You had been so busy with the cleaning, that you never saw the spiderwebs that covered most of the items. 

“Evanesco,” you whispered, focused solely on the ink, which successfully disappeared, but so did the small lock they had on the box and it opened by itself. You blinked a couple of times when you saw what was inside. You carefully grabbed one of the images, a stunning red-headed witch, winking at you as she bounced around, with her very large, and very beautiful breasts in full display. 

You gulped as you stared at her, she wiggled her shoulders a bit and gave you another wink. You sucked in a breath, she was freaking stunning. And probably there because of James’ fixation with redheads. 

The rest of the pictures were turned over, but curiosity got the best of you, and you took another piece of paper from the box. That one was bent in four, as if it had been ripped from a magazine. You slowly unbend it, first one fold and then the other and there was another stunning witch in the image. 

This one had smaller breasts, but she was leaning down on a bed, perfectly manicured hands brushing over her own folds, two perfectly long and well-shaped legs on the side. She had dark skin and the light reflected on her legs as she accommodated on the bed, her head leaning back with what looked like a sigh as she rolled her hand over her clit. She too was beautiful, and perfect. 

You sat the image on the side, next to the redhead and pulled another one. One of the smaller ones, only to be met with yet another stunning witch, perfectly flat stomach, and beautiful perky breasts, she was riding a pillow, one hand on the bed and looking straight at you as she bit her lips, inviting, enticing. You placed her next to the others as you pulled another image. And then another, and then another. 

Image after image, perfectly attractive witches in all sorts of positions, some by themselves, some with companions (either other hot witches or the cock of a wizard or two). You pressed your legs together, there was a mix of feelings inside you. First of all, you were a little turned on after seeing such kind of imagery. But second, and most important. You were a little upset. 

Which was ridiculous, you knew. Expecting the boys to pleasure themselves with the thought of you in mind when you weren’t around was stupid, especially when there were clearly much better and hotter witches in the market. What with their perfectly round breasts and their beautiful lips and flat stomachs and long legs and rosy cunts. You looked at them with a bit of a frown, they all had something in common, they were perfect, and you? You were far, far from that. 

Now you weren’t upset that the boys were doing themselves, you knew men needed a lot more release than women did and you tried to keep that in mind as you placed all the beautiful witches back in their box, but you couldn’t help but think: Did they also think of them when they were with you? Did they imagine the beautiful redhead’s breasts when they were kissing yours, or maybe that they were in between the legs of that girl with the gorgeous reflective skin instead of your own? 

While the pictures were meant to be stimulating, and they had been a little at the beginning, the more you thought about them, the more you thought they were so much unlike you and the more your thoughts continued to spiral. 

“Such beautiful witches…” you murmured as you closed the box, “and they are equally gorgeous men… why are they–“ You didn’t finish your words out loud, too painful to say them outside of your head. 

Why are they with me? 

You carefully placed the box back into its spot, cleaned the rest of the things that had gotten stained and placed everything back in their stash. You carefully placed the wooden plank back where it belonged and put Sirius’ knife back in his drawers. You took a deep breath, not feeling up for much and instead ripped a page from your notebook. 

“I’m feeling a little sick, see you boys tomorrow.”

It was simple enough not to make them question further, you left it on top of Remus’ bed and left the room. 

The following day, the boys being as marvelous and attentive as they were, had gotten you to forget about the stash almost completely. And things had been absolutely perfect since then.

At least until a few days later, you had been playing wizards chess with Sirius on his bed, and after he beat you for the third time making you feel both hopeless and a little dumb for not anticipating his moves –which was also ridiculous because Sirius had been a wizard chess champion– he offered to make it up to you. 

It was in the spark in his eyes that you knew exactly what he meant. You bit your lip, Remus was reading a book on his bed while James was snoring lightly next to him, one hand draped across the other boy’s torso. You knew they’d want to join in when they realized what you and Sirius were up to, and it sent a shiver down your stomach. 

“What do you say, doll?” Sirius asked as he levitated the chess board and the broken pieces to the side, inviting you to come closer.

You huffed “You think you can make it up with your little puppy eyes?” 

Sirius pretended to think about it for a second before nodding. “While they should be enough, I’m still planning to use more than just my looks to make you feel better.” 

You returned the smile and leaned closer to him, moving to straddle his sitting form, his back was pressed to the headboard and you could feel he was at least a little excited as you leaned into him. 

“Did you win so many times just so you could say that to me?” You asked in disbelief, you were drumming your fingers near the nape of his neck.

“I might have been a little extra attentive,” he replied as he grabbed onto your hips and placed a kiss on your neck. “I know how riled up you get when you can’t best me,” he said before placing another kiss, this time further up, “I kind of enjoy seeing your little frown, and angry looks,” he admitted, he was now kissing your jaw. You rolled your hips into his and he tightened his grip on your hips in response. 

You smiled, loving the fact that you knew exactly what Sirius liked and how to get him worked up, at least as much as he knew of you. You rolled your hips again and he reached his hand under your skirt, feeling the outside of your leg before flicking his hand to the inside of it. To the softer skin that he grabbed with firm tenderness. Itching his hand closer and closer, making sure to massage your skin, tauntingly. 

You leaned your head onto his shoulder, letting his beautiful hair fall on your face as you rolled your hips again, a lot softer this time, matching his pace and wanting his hand to come closer. 

“Eager, are we?” he teased.

“Shhh, you’ll wake up Jamie,” you said as you leaned over to kiss his neck. He bit his lip to hold back a moan and finally placed his hand over your panties, tracing a soft line over your slit. You bucked your hips against his hand and he chuckled lightly. 

Remus, who had been focused on his book so far, frowned and looked up at the two of you, smirking a little when he noticed what you were up to. Of course, he knew that chuckle, it was Sirius’ sexy teasing laugh. 

“Easy love or you’ll be the one to wake up Prongs,” he said, leaning his head to your ear and softly nibbling on it. He traced his hand over your slit a couple more times, and you bucked your hips again. He smiled, you didn’t see it, but you felt it against your skin, “All right, all right…” he said as he flicked his finger over the hem of your panties and moved them aside. You leaned even closer to him as he dug his fingers in, “All of this for me?” he teased as he felt how wet you were. 

Remus, who was now only half looking at his book, had somewhat of a fun time as he listened in to your conversation with Sirius. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find it stimulating. But he also knew Sirius had had a bit of a bad week, so he thought of letting him have you just for himself, at least for a little bit longer, or until James woke up, just as eager to join in. 

“Sirius please,” you whined with a frown and he smiled, letting his fingers trace up until they found your clit, making circles over it, which had you bucking your hips against him again. You bit the side of your cheek as you allowed him to move his hand, leaning in to kiss his neck again, to muffle any possible moans with his skin. 

“May I?” he asked, teasing your entrance with his index. 

“Mhm,” you said and bucked your hips again, eager for him to do his thing. And he complied, digging his finger inside and allowing it to move inside you as expertly as ever. 

“So tight,” he whispered, Remus’ cock twitching at Sirius’ words and reconsidering whether he actually wanted to wait more before joining in. 

He did not, so he carefully lifted James’ arm from his torso and walked towards Sirius’ bed. He sat right beside the two of you, a cocky smile on his face as he tilted his head to the side, “You two having fun there?” he asked, “without me?” 

“You’re always welcome to join in Moony,” Sirius said with a teasing grin as he pulled you back just a little. You had both of your hands on Sirius’ shoulders, and you were now using them as leverage to ride his hand. 

Moony smiled, “I might just watch for a while,” he said, leaning back and placing one of his hands on the back of Sirius’ neck. He knew how much small actions and touches like that made Sirius react, and he smiled as the boy’s breath hitched in his throat. He then turned to look at you, a mischievous grin on his face, he took his wand out and whispered “Evanesco.”  

Suddenly both your shirt and bra disappeared, giving both boys the perfect sight of your breasts perking up at the sudden cold. Sirius grunted as he stared, and Remus hummed satisfied. You clenched around Sirius’ fingers –which were now two– whimpered and let out a soft moan. 

But then, as you felt their gazes on you, and you felt your own boobs bouncing as you continued to ride Sirius’ expert fingers, you started to feel self-conscious, of how you looked, of how they were staring at you, on whether they were actually thinking of you or imagining something else, someone else. Maybe the beautiful redhead? The busty blonde? The reflextive-skinned goddess with the beautiful legs? The brunette with the beautiful ass?

Suddenly the lights flickered, and they were gone. You relaxed, Sirius felt the grip on his shoulder untensing, but he thought it was because you were close. But Sirius liked to see your fucked out face when he had his fingers inside you, and in seconds the lights were turned back on, and you tensed instantly. 

The muscle movements were normal, but the way you suddenly dug your nails into his shoulders was not, at least not in the moment it was happening and not in the way it was either. Something was up.

He stopped moving his hand in an instant, “you all right, angel?” he asked, a small wrinkle forming on his forehead as his brows furrowed together. 

You seemed to be lost in thought for a second, Remus noticed that too, “Yeah… just. Let’s leave the lights off today.” 

Now it was Remus’ turn to frown, he took his hand from Sirius’ neck and sat straighter, pulling back and leaning in closer to look at your face, his hand instinctively traveling to your thigh.  Sirius, with one hand still inside you –now unmoving– was brushing his thumb in circles on your waist, they were both giving you their unwavering attention, and your breath hitched in your throat. You looked at them nervously, your eyes traveling from boy to boy at unprecedented speeds and you bit your lip, and then the lights were off again. 

Once they were off, you sighed and leaned your head on Sirius’ shoulder. He felt how you relaxed in an instant, and his frown deepened. “Angel, what is it?” 

“Nothing, light’s giving me a headache,” you lied. 

Sirius turned to Remus, while he couldn’t see much, he knew Remus would probably be able to see his questioning stance easily, with his enhanced senses, at least. “You believe her?” he mouthed. 

Remus shook his head in response, and when he realized Sirius couldn’t actually see he turned to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. “Are you sure that’s it, luv?” 

You swallowed, which was enough indication you weren’t, and you lied again, “Yes, let’s just, continue as is.” 

Sirius knew you were lying, and he hated it when you lied to him, he also hated not being able to see shit while Remus could see your every reaction so he turned the lights on, didn’t even use his wand for it, and you tensed again. 

You were taken aback by that and swallowed thickly. Your breath was slightly ragged and it was not because you were turned on, in fact, if anything, you felt rather apprehensive now. You cleared your throat. “You know, maybe I’m just not feeling it,” you lied again and pulled yourself off of his hand. 

Sirius felt way too many things at the same time, he was worried about your reaction since he thought he’d done something wrong. He was angry because he knew you were hiding the exact reason; he wanted, no, he needed to know what was up so he would never do it again, and thirdly, he was upset, he’d felt…rejected. And by you, no other. 

By the time Sirius reacted again, you were buttoning your shirt up and walking towards their door. James, who had been asleep till then, was finally awoken by the lights coming on and off and the small commotion going on. He was confused, at first he thought you were just playing, but perhaps that was not it. 

But Sirius was faster, and he jumped over Remus to get to the door just as you were opening it and shut it closed. You jumped back just a little, shocked at how fast he’d moved, you were now the one with a frown, anger bubbling to your chest, Sirius’ temper had always been something you’d learn to deal with, and even if you knew it was justified now, that didn’t stop yours from flaring up. 

“That’s not it,” he said confidently, “that’s not it and you’re not getting out until you tell me what’s upset you.” 

“Sirius,” Remus said now, ever the conciliator. He’d also stood from the bed and walked the few strides left to get next to the two of you. 

Maybe it wasn’t the best reaction you could have had, but you were already pretty shaken up by the situation at hand, by your rather torturous thoughts and by Srius’ slamming of the door. “Oh, so you know my body better than I do?” you said defensively, “you would know if I have or not a headache.” 

“YES!” he responded stubbornly. “I know how it reacts when it has a headache and it’s not the way you were reacting now!” 

You shook your head as you scoffed, James was now sitting on the bed looking at the situation both confused and worried. 

“Moony! Back me up on this?” he said as he turned his face to him. 

Remus bit his lip, as he shook his head, thinking before speaking. “He’s right luv, that was not your headache reaction.” 

You scoffed, “ff course, you’d take his side.” 

“I’m not taking any sides.” 

“Well you are, just don’t realize it!” you said angrily. “If I say I have a headache, I have one and that’s it. Now, I want to leave.” 

“Darling,” Remus said as he let out a breath, he seemed worried and upset as well now, you were trying really hard not to feel bad about it, trying to remind yourself why you needed to leave. 

It was Sirius who spoke again, his lips quivering as he found the right words, “Just tell me what I did wrong, I’ll never do it again, I promise,” his voice broke near the end. He was panicking, he was terrified he’d hurt you and that you’d leave thinking the worst of him. You knew what was hapening had brought back some past trauma and you didn’t want to be the catalyst of another panick attack.

You took a deep breath when you heard him, your frown deepening as you considered your words, “I found your stash.” 

The three men went quiet in an instant. Sirius looked like a deer trapped in headlights, Remus’ jaw had tightened and you’d heard James’ gasp in the back. 

“Darling, I–“ Sirius tried to speak but you cut him off. 

“No, no,” you tried to reason, more with yourself than with him. “I get, it’s fine, you need your release time and all that, I don’t mind.” 

“Well, you clearly do,” Remus said. You felt a hand on your shoulder, it was James’. He had walked towards you the moment he heard about the stash but you hadn’t noticed until then. You flinched but missed the hurt look that etched his features as he looked at you. 

“Well yes. But it’s a stupid feeling nonetheless. I’ll get over it. Just need time.” 

“It was me,” James said from behind, “it was my idea, not Sirius’. Don’t be upset at him.” 

You swallowed thickly, not wanting to be angry at James for something so natural in men, let alone because you knew this whole mess was created due to your own thoughts and insecurities, not theirs. And now you were upsetting them, what a great bIoody girlfriend you were. 

“I don’t bIoody care whose idea it was!” you spat. “Please let me off,” you said then, leg bouncing, you wanted to get out before you said something that would upset them more. 

“We’ll never do it again if that makes you feel better,” Sirius tried. 

“No it– It fucking doesn’t, okay? It’s fine, it’s… Found it a couple of nights ago when my ink pot fell on the floor.” The three boys exchanged a look with each other, had either of them changed its spot? “It’s pretty fresh in my mind and– I just– I can’t stop thinking you’re imagining them while being with me.” 

“Them?” Sirius asked, confused. 

“The pretty witches!” you responded, almost angrily. Remus, who was in front of you looked confused, and you huffed before adding in more detail. “Beautiful redhead,” you looked at James. “Gorgeous blonde,” you added as you turned to Sirius. Then looked back at the taller boy, “need I elaborate?” 

You heard James gasp from behind. “She found the old stash!” 

“Ah, so you have a new and improved one,” you said now, and shook your head as you turned at the door. Sirius was leaning in and he had a cheeky smile on his face now, which pissed you off even further. 

“You could call it that,” he said with a shrug. 

“Sirius,” Remus said calmly again. “Don’t.” 

But Sirius just smiled instead, “Oh but, I’m impressed. Our lovely angel was jealous.” 

“I was not.” You said flatly. “Get off the door, please,” the last part was much more of a beg than a demand. 

Sirius shook his head, “not until you see the new stash.” 

Remus and James exchanged looks after that, not even sure if they should or shouldn’t stop Sirius. 

“I don’t want to see the witches you use to wank off now, it’s enough with the images already in my head. Can’t stop thinking of them, of you thinking about them when you’re looking at me.” 

Sirius’ face fell instantly, his teasing stance almost faltering but not his determined blockage of the door. 

“That’s not–“ 

“Have you considered perhaps it was the other way around?” Remus asked as he placed a slightly hesitant hand on your shoulder. 

“What?” 

“That we imagined you when looking at them.” 

You were taken aback by that. No, you hadn’t considered that. “What about the redhead, can’t tell me she wasn’t there because of James’ old obsession with Evans?” 

James sighed, it was. That’s why they had to get a new stash. 

“She needs to see the new stash,” Sirius said while looking at the two other boys. 

“I don’t think that’s a great idea,” James intervened, it had been his idea after all, and he had admitted it to you now. He didn’t want to have you get mad over something else, and this time your anger would be indisputably justifiable. 

“I think it is,” Sirius insisted. 

You sighed, “you can continue deciding if you’re going to show me your new fuckable witches or not a different day. Sirius, get off the door.” 

He shook his head and turned to James, “Please?” 

“I don’t want to see them! Enough is enough!” 

You turned to the side to try and find another exit when you bumped into Remus, he had a box in his hand. He raised it a bit, you knew what it was instantly. 

“Remus!” James complained and went to get it but was hastily stopped by Sirius who got in the way and trapped him in his arms. 

“Prongs behave!” He said sternly. 

The path to the door was free now, but Remus’ serious stance made you curious, even more when he moved his finger to his lips and bit hard enough to draw bIood. 

“What the fu–“ 

“It’s so no one can open but us,” he explained. “We bIood charmed it.” 

You looked at him with a shocked face, you didn’t think they’d go to such lengths to hide their spicy stuff, what the hell did they even have there?

Some of the metal hinges at the top moved around a little bit, looking almost like a miniature Gringotts vault, and then it snapped open. Remus pushed it your way. You looked at the three boys before picking the first image up. It was Remus, shirtless Remus on the day you’d gone swimming at the Potter’s last summer. He was pulling his hair back and water glistened all over his torso, he looked at you and winked, before turning to look at something else. 

You gasped and pulled another picture, it was James and Sirius, both also shirtless, and they were making out under a tree. Sirius had his leg in between James’ and was leaning onto him rather intensely. 

The next one was you, you had the swimsuit you’d bought that summer, the one you thought looked really good on you, and you were on your knees, looking for something on the sand, your ass was slightly prompted up and the picture was obviously focused on that. You swallowed thickly and went to grab another one. 

You again, this time while making out with Remus, his hand was on your ass and you had realized they were taking a picture, looking at the camera with a diverted gasp before covering the lens with your hand. 

You took another one, and this time around you were genuinely shocked, it was Remus, being blown by James. His pinky pretty lips wrapped around Rem’s cock. “Oh, wow.” 

James frowned, he knew what else there was in there and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to see it, he had never felt worse about his own ideas than now. Responsible, he knew he had bertrayed you, in a way. You took the next picture and stared at it for a minute. 

It was you again, well, you’re back at least. You were riding Sirius, moving back and forth over his cock as he helped you, hands on your waist as he bit his lip. You didn’t see your face, but you knew it hadn’t been that long ago. If Sirius’ new tattoo was any telling. 

You looked at the boys shocked, you hadn’t even realized they’d taken the picture, but you looked as pretty as any witch in the other photos, how had they gotten you to look so good? 

They hadn’t done anything, it was just you. 

“You don’t have to–“ James started, but you had already picked up another picture.

“Shut up,” you said simply.

 You again, this time you were sprawled on the bed with a blindfold on your head. That had been on your birthday. James had one of his hands on your leg, dangerously close to your slit while Sirius was kissing your breast and sucking at your nipples. 

And there was more, a lot of pictures from that day, all in compromising positions. Some involving you and the boys, some involving only the boys on different occasions, some you remembered, some in which you hadn’t even been present. There was even one of Sirius wanking off to the picture of you in the swimsuit you had seen earlier. 

“I’m sorry–“ James said, now sounding distressed and shaking Sirius off him. “I’m sorry angel, we should have never done it.” 

You grabbed another one of the photos, it had clearly been rushed, the camera being hidden as you turned your head to look at the boys, this time around you were kneeling on the bed, and James was jerking himself off to you, teasing your entrance before pulling out completely and allowing his cum to fall over your ass and back. 

“You’re right.,” you said as you placed the pictures back in the box, expression neutral. “You should have never done it without asking me–” James swallowed. 

“Love I–“ 

“James, shut up!” you said again, giving the pictures another look. “You should have never done it without asking me first,” you said as you flipped through some more pics and tsking. “I would have helped.” 

James’ jaw dropped, and you looked at him with a cheeky smile. Sirius was looking at you proudly and satisfied with his choice while Remus stared at the picture you had in your hand. The one where you were getting a back shot but was shaky and blurry because the camera had been hidden before you saw it. 

You moved the picture up, holding it between your fingers as you displayed it to the boys, “What do you say we recreate this one, but with better quality?” 

Sirius scoffed a laugh and smiled. 

“I’ll get the camera,” Remus said simply.

James was still stunned, and you leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Sirius leaned from behind and kissed you on the cheek “I told them you should know about it from the beginning but they said you’re too pure for it.” 

You laughed at that, “you boys keep calling me angel,” you said as you turned to Sirius and wrapped your hands around his neck, “but I wouldn’t have done all the things I have with you all if I wasn’t the exact opposite,” you added with a smirk.

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PAIRING: logan howlett x reader (she/her pronouns are used) SUMMARY: reader just got her wisdom teeth out and isn’t feeling very well, wade and logan are here to help | pure fluff, some tension and some swearing, PG-13 at most. WORD COUNT: 3k

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The clinic's fluorescent lights flickered as the receptionist handed you a small slip of paper. “You’re all set,” she said, her tone a mix of sympathy and professionalism. You nodded, barely registering her words, and tried to say thank you through the gauze, probably sounding like something else completely but the receptionists understood. The local anesthesia had worn off just enough for you to feel the ache in your jaw, and the pain was starting to get worse by the minute.

Your face was a mix of soreness and the strange feeling of having no back molars. The dentist had handed you a small bag, its contents a bizarre souvenir from the day’s adventure—your wisdom teeth. You clutched the bag tightly, half-dismayed, half-amused at the thought of carrying around bits of yourself like a twisted memento, before carefully placing it into your tote bag.

You stumbled out into the waiting area, where Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool, was leaning against the wall, casually flipping through a comic book. His eyes lit up when he saw you, and he pushed himself off the wall with a flourish. “Look at you! Alive and… well, mostly intact.”

“I feel like shit,” you muttered, attempting a weak smile. Your face was still numb, but you could definitely feel the throbbing pain settling in. The gauze stuffed in your mouth made you talk with a muffled drawl.

"Well, I can promise you that you don’t look as bad as you feel." Wade tried to cheer you up, but you shot it down with a deadpan reply. "With blood pouring out of my mouth?" You say into the piece of tissue you've taken out of your bag to put over your mouth to at least save the eyes of the passerby, both of you walking towards the parking lot in front of the dentist after picking up the meds that were prescribed.

"Still a friendlier look than when you tried to throw that chair at me two months ago." He points out. "It was a joke, Wade." You reply trying to speak without messing with what feels like a crime scene in your mouth.

He replies in a softer tone, using an uncommon quieter voice he rarely used while sticking the keys into the ignition. "Still, it wasn’t very funny. Vanessa gave me that chair." You felt a pang in your chest, you didn’t mean for the conversation to shift like this, especially since he insisted from the day on that you mentioned that you had to get an appointment to get your wisdom teeth out because the pain and discomfort just kept coming and going to the point where you just did not want to procrastinate anymore, that he was going to pick you up from the dentist.

You replied, a bit more pronounced than you wanted to especially with the two pieces of gauze still sitting in the same spot that you, somehow, forgot in this second "I told you I didn’t knooooow and I already said I was SORRY- OW!" The gums didn’t like that, so you were reminded. You carefully moved your hand to cup your cheek which was slowly but surely becoming more swollen.

"Ok that one's on me," Wade replied, smiling again. "For what it's worth, I forgave you for that long ago, I know you didn't know. And I'll shut up now, for the sake of your squirell-hiding-a-fuck-ton-of-nuts cheeks." You could only throw him a heavy case of side-eye because was he wrong? The reflection of yourself glancing back at you on your phone screen would say no. Your eyes moved from the phone in your hands to a shiny piece of plastic reflecting the sunlight, picking it up from the opened bag sitting on your lap.

As Wade drove, he glanced over at you and noticed the bag you held. “What’s in the bag?” he asked, his curiosity piqued.

With a smirk, you lifted it up. “My wisdom teeth.”

Wade’s eyes widened in mock horror. “Oh, that’s just wrong! You’re bringing home your wisdom like a trophy? How’s that for bragging rights?”

You chuckled, despite the pain. “Yeah, well, I figured I’d keep them as a reminder of how much I’ve endured for the sake of dental hygiene.”

Wade shook his head, laughing. “You’re braver than I am. I’d have left those suckers in the dumpster. I wanted to make a joke about your loss of wisdom but I guess you're still holding onto it after all."

You both shared a laugh, and the conversation shifted to lighter topics as Wade maneuvered through traffic. The absurdity of the situation made the discomfort more bearable, and the humor helped in forgetting, if only momentarily, the throbbing pain in your jaw.

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By the time you reached your apartment, you were a picture of post-surgical misery: bloodstained gauze, swollen cheeks, and a general air of crankiness.

Wade was rummaging through your cabinets and muttering curses under his breath. “So, what you need is... Well you actually prepped everything here, I see ice packs, painkillers, and baby food- Look at this! We have 'Applesauce,' 'Carrot Puree,' and 'Peachy Delight.' If you have some left by the end of this let me know some of these actually sound kinda good-.” "Fuck…" You sighed when the realization hit.

You forgot the one thing that honestly feels like the most important thing right now with the presence of the blood and saliva mixture in your mouth. "I forgot to buy gauze and the clinic only gave one spare pair. Shiiiit."

You leaned back onto the couch before sitting up straighter again, reminded of what your dentist had said: "Try to sit up the first few hours after the surgery until the bleeding stops." You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

He turned to you “I’ll  make a run to the store then." You grimaced, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

"Please don't." You replied. "You already went all the way to pick me up, I'm not gonna let you go grocery shopping too."

He smirked and said "What are you gonna do? Stop me by challenging me to a chubby cheeks duel?" If only looks could kill, he would've been six feet under.

"Besides I'm not gonna leave you here all alone. You know what would make this whole recovery thing a lot better? Logan. He’s just around the corner. I could get him to swing by and keep you company.”

“No,” you said firmly, your voice muffled by the gauze. “I look like crap. I don’t want him seeing me like this.”

Wade raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “You sure? He’s a big softie. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind seeing you like this.”

You shook your head, wincing at the pain. “No way. I’m fine. I don’t need him to—”

“Okay, okay. I hear you,” Wade said, though his grin suggested he wasn’t taking you seriously. He fished out his phone and started typing a message, not giving you a chance to protest further.

"Wade, I swear to god if you-" You speak after him as he closes the cabinets and grabs the car keys that were just recently plopped down onto the counter, making his way to the front door.

"Sorry can’t hear you through all the gauze byeeee." With that he slams the door behind him, leaving you to fume silently. The thought of Logan seeing you in such a state was mortifying. The last thing you wanted was to be seen like this by ANYONE, let alone HIM.

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A short while later, the doorbell rang, and you shuffled to answer it, barely managing to pull yourself together. Logan stood on the other side, looking both bewildered and amused. “Wade said you needed some help?” he asked, his gaze sweeping over your flushed face and the half-empty bag of ice clutched to your cheek. Thank god the ice chips hack worked, you don’t think you would've opened the door if you still had to bite down on the gauze. Pretending to be dead would've been the better alternative. Maybe.

You tried to muster a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. “Yeah, well... Wade insisted. I didn’t ask for this.”

Logan’s expression softened as he stepped inside, a soft chuckle escaping him. “I see. Well, let’s make sure you’re comfortable, yeah?” You caught him glancing around the room, probably noting the slight disarray as you tried to make yourself comfortable.

As he made his way to the couch, you watched him with a mix of relief and embarrassment. “Thanks for coming. I didn’t mean to make a big deal out of it.”

 “No trouble at all. Wade can be a bit pushy, but he’s got a good heart.” He replied and sat down on the couch next to you. The minutes ticked by, with Logan asking gentle questions and helping you adjust the ice pack. He didn’t push you to talk much, which you appreciated more than you could say.

In a moment of comfortable silence, Logan notices you shifting the ice pack in your hands. "You alright with that?" he raises his brow.

"Yeah, just a bit cold, hands are a bit frostbitey but it's fine." You reply smiling sheepishly, waving your other hand to help signify that it really is not as bad, because honestly, nothing can feel worse than your bottom jaw right now.

With that, he reaches over the couch, automatically scooting closer to you. "Give me that." He gestures towards the ice pack, making your hands a bit tingly, whether it's the cold, the nerves from the procedure, or him, you couldn't tell anymore.

"No, it's alright really. I'm serious." You reply, only for him to shut your attempt down with a short, stoic, yet sweet: "So am I." You stare into his eyes for a split second too long before you defeatedly hand the ice pack over to him.

Logan had taken to holding the ice pack for you, his touch surprisingly gentle. At first, you’d insisted you could manage it yourself. "I can do it myself, you know." You say, your voice now only a tiny bit above a whisper with how close his face has gotten to yours, his touch truly careful, becoming even softer when he doesn't miss the tiny wince that you tried to suppress when the ice pack met your cheek. You could feel the warmth of his body with how close he was to you at this point, contrasting the coldness of the ice.

“I know you can,” he said softly, “but I want you to know that you don’t always have to.”

You really hoped that he didn't see your eyes falling to his lips for a millisecond before you forcefully pulled them back to his eyes, but by the way his gaze softened and one corner of his lips shifted up ever so slightly, you couldn't be so sure anymore.

The comfortable silence settled back in again, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of your ice pack. The shift within the air, while small, was quite hard to ignore, existing like a floating invisible thread drawing you closer and closer. Logan’s presence was soothing. The way he moved, the way he breathed, the way his eyes crinkled with quiet amusement—it all made you feel oddly safe despite the pain you were in.

Just as that thread pulls you two closer than ever before, a pair of red scissors and way too fucking many grocery bags bursts through the door and cuts it straight down the middle. How he managed to unlock the door so quietly, and how the door remained in one piece, still attached to its hinges will forever remain a mystery.

“Guess who’s back with your very important gauze and baby food, and yes, I managed to avoid all the worst of the baby food aisle!”

Wade burst through the door, balancing a collection of grocery bags and a mischievous grin.

Logan’s eyebrows shot up, and you couldn’t help but laugh despite the throbbing in your mouth.

Wade set the bags down with a dramatic flourish. “I see Logan has managed to make himself comfortable. Good job, buddy. I knew you’d be the perfect substitute for me.”

Logan rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he held the ice pack in a way like he was offering it to you but also hoping that you'd let him hold it for you a bit longer. “He certainly knows how to make an entrance.”

You take the ice pack from his hand whispering a soft thank you.

Wade’s gaze turned back to you, his grin softening. “So, how’s our patient holding up? I got you a mountain of gauze because you can never have too much gauze. And some top-of-the-line baby food, most of this is for me but that's not the point."

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Thanks, Wade. You really didn't have to.”

He shrugged, winking at you. “Hey, you’re the one who got her wisdom teeth yanked out. It’s practically my duty to be overly dramatic about it…Wait, don't tell me you don't need gauze anymore." He adds as he notices the lack of gauze-ness in your speech.

"I'm afraid so since you chose to take your fucking time," Logan adds as he gets up to put the now almost room-temperature ice pack back in the freezer, switching it with a new one.

You couldn’t help but smile at the friendly banter. “I appreciate it. Both of you.”

Your gaze lingered on his hands which, thank god, he didn't pick up on. Turning to Wade, however, confirmed that your eyes weren't as secretive as you hoped they were, as he wiggled his eyebrows at you before winking, earning a subtle middle finger from you while you pretended to move a strand off from your face.

Logan walks towards the couch and hands you a neatly wrapped icy cool ice pack which you take from his hands, fingertips brushing, but pulling yourself together pretending that that didn't happen because you've let yourself slip one too many times already today. You lean back against the couch and softly put the ice pack back on your cheek, feeling a bit sleepy after the entire ordeal today. Wade turns the TV on to see if anything interesting is on, settling on the armchair next to the couch while Logan takes the gauze out of the bags.

"Do you store these in your bathroom or the kitchen?" He asks looking at you, whose eyes are closed, trying not to think about the pain. Ibuprofen WILL be taken after the next meal you promised yourself.

"Both are fine but you can leave it in the bathroom, on the shelf under the mirror maybe." You reply.

"Yes ma'am," Logan replies causing you to take a subtle but deeper breath. Why was that so attractive, c’mon he's just trying to help you out what is wrong with you, you thought?

You could only say "Thank you." in return, trying to keep your voice as unaffected by whatever that was.

As Logan comes back into the living area he gestures to Wade and says "You bought so much baby food, do you know that?"

"Do you have something that you want to tell us about?" You open your eyes and jokingly raise your brow at him.

"Not in the way that you think, no, but this baby right here-" he holds his stomach. "Loves to explore all types of cuisines and he's been lustin' after 'Peachy Delight' from the second he laid his eyes on her."

"Your stomach has eyes?" You and Logan deadpan at the same time making you look at each other in amusement. You add a quick great minds think alike, narrowing your eyes in a tone of semi-seriousness but also lighthearted comment before tuning back into Wade's culinary rant. That rant then turned into a dinner party of three, taste-testing of the best of the best jars of baby food, according to the now culinary master apparently. Before the conversation moves to the couch and armchair in front of the TV.

A few more hours in, the ibuprofen after dinner has kicked in, and the comfort of the fluffy blanket you have draped over your thighs has returned, no longer being drowned out by the throbbing pain in your jaw, which is subsiding bit by bit. This return to coziness has made your eyelids feel rather heavy, something Logan noticed when he sensed your breathing become more calm and even. Wade was too glued to the TV to notice anything really. Logan’s gaze falls on your slightly flushed face caused by the ice packs that have been held against your face for most parts of the day before his gaze drifts from your cheeks to your lashes.

“You’re starting to fall asleep,” Logan said softly, adjusting the ice pack gently. He has to fight to tear his eyes away and redirect them back to the TV. “We should let you get some rest.”

You blinked sleepily, nodding in agreement. “I think this is the first time it doesn’t feel like I'm being screamed at by my own jaw since this morning.”

Logan offered a reassuring smile, carefully standing up from the couch to not disturb you, and stretched slightly. “If you need anything, just knock on the wall. We’re right next door.”

You managed a small smile, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. “Thanks, Logan. I’ll do that.”

Wade, now standing by the door with a grocery bag of baby food in hand, gave a dramatic sigh. “Alright, alright. I guess we’ll leave you to your rest. But don’t be shy about knocking. Seriously, I’ve got more baby food than any one person should ever need.”

Logan smiles at you while he grabs the doorknob. “Let’s give her some space. You know where we are if anything comes up.”

You watched them with sleepy eyes, feeling a mix of warmth and gratitude. Logan’s gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, a hint of something unspoken in his eyes.

“Rest well,” he said softly, heading towards the door with Wade in tow.

As the door clicked shut behind them, you settled into the couch, feeling the soothing quiet of the apartment around you. The soft murmurs of their conversation through the thin wall were a comforting reminder of their presence. With a contented sigh, you allowed yourself to slip into sleep.

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A/N: just got all my wisdom teeth out this morning so this is how i cope with the pain y'all, i also usually don't write stuff so i'm sorry if this was shite oops (edit: there were so many typos and mistakes i missed last night i’m so sorry to everyone who read that version omg)

[petew21-blog]

Stop the bullying

Aiden was your typical straight bro, just lifting and pumping his body with his bro in the campus gym and in the afternoons playing football. He still couldn't let go of his high school ways of bullying people, so he tormented them even here in college.

How could people let him? Well he was a jock and a very favourite nephew of the dean and everytime a problem occured, the dean very efficiently solved it by punishing the other student. Efficient right?

That was until Aiden and Tom tormeneted yet another one of his gay classmates just right outside of the parking lot by beating him right next to one of the cars. What Aiden didn't know was that a very well known stoner was sitting on the other side.

Trevor was incredibly stoned, but not that much to save one of his fellow classmates. He entered the scene slightly confused what was happening

Trevor:"You guys would mind stopping this shit? It's interrupting my meditating session"

Aiden:"Get lost stoner or you're next"

Trevor:"I don't want to be rude, but I have to warn you. If you won't stop, I'll have to stop you myself" Trevor took of his beanie threw it on the ground and carefully placed the lit joint next to it

Aiden:"Just shut the fuck up already" and threw a punch at Trevor. Trevor only smiled and didn't even flinch. Maybe it was because of the fact that he knew the ounch would go right through him and it would be the needed thing to let him possess Aiden. Trevor got sucked in right in front of the other two guys. It took him a while to position himself

He woke up to the the sight of schocked Thomas and the poor gay fella on the ground trying to cover himself

Trevor positioned his cap on the head. "Ahh, you guys just left the gym right? Man, he reeks so much." and sniffed his new armpits obssesively. Then he took off his shirt, throwing it next to the gay guy and just examined his new torso. Smiling and touching his new chest and abs. That's when his eyes widened as he saw the joint on the ground slowly burning away. "Oh no. Can't let it go to waste!"

Thomas just kept staring with his mouth wide open.

Trevor leaned closer to Thomas and started talking:"I'm not sure you understand the situation that'sd happening here right now Thomas. But if you don't want this guy on the ground to take your body next, I suggest you keep your motuh shut about all of this and run away"

Thomas looked back only once as he was running away from his friend, or was he somewhere in there still? He might never know

Trevor reached out his hand to the guy on the ground:"It's safe now, man. Promise that this arm won't hurt you anymore."

The guy hesistated but than took his hand. He stood up, painfully grunting and holding his stomach.

Trevor inhaled the smoke from the joint and asked the guy:"So... what's your name man? You're ok?"

"I'm Martin, I... I think I am ok. So... Are you...? Who are you?"

"Well my name is Trevor, or Aiden now, I guess. haha. And don't worry I won't possess you. It's a power I use only when I think it's helping others, or.... when I need to get some confiscated weed. You wouldn't believe how much the police has stashed. And how ripped some of them are haha"

Martin was checking out Aiden's body as Trevor was enjoying his smoking, getting in the mood more rapidly than he was used to in his own body. Martin noticed the beanie lying on the ground. He tried to reach it but it was still painful. Trevor noticed and grabbed it himself

"Haha, I think Aiden will have a much needed style change. Gone are the days of the jock, in with the chill"

"So... Trevor? You can actually make other people possess someone?"

"Yes, sir. Who do you have in mind? I would be very happy to let you pick someone, but... morally I would be happier if it would be someone not very honest."

"Well... there is this girl in my class, Samantha and she is a total bitch. Just like Aiden. Would you let me possess her?"

Trevor:"Samantha? You wanna possess a girl? But I thought you were gay, man."

Martin:"Yeah, well that's the thing. Her boyfriend is Marc, the quarterback. And I had a crush on him since forever. I don't care if I am a girl or a boy. As long as I am with him."

Trevor:"Well, as you wish sir"

vv

Trevor did as he promised and than went on as his day would normally go. Not like he had anything planned anyway. His phone kept buzzing about Aiden's football pracitce, but he didn't care. His destination now was the locla skatepark. To Trevor, the swap meant a few things: he now had a stable flow of cash, he was hotter, he was fitter and he didn't have to worry about his future anymore

When Trevor finished with his skating he got the courage to enter Aiden's home. He was welcomed by Aiden's girlfriend who he then went on to have a very wild sex in the bed. Trevor didn't mind that she was a girl, just one of the few perks of being a bisexual. You get a much bigger dating pool.

Trevor let his new girlfriend sleep next to him and right as he was in the bed, he proceeded to lit up another of his joints he grabbed on the way.

Naked, high on weed and exploring his body. Enjoying the hard dick in his hand. Inhalimg the musk in his armpits. He couldn't get enough. He kept jerking off, thrusting his hips while caressing the muscles with the joint in his hands. So tight and compact. Everything was his now. The whole world was

The girlfriend woke up, schocked about the stateshe found him. Still jerking and smoking weed. She kept shouting about something but Trevor only heard himself saying:"Close the door behind you when you're leaving" and still kept jerking off.

And as she left, he unleashed streams of cum and shot up right up to his face. "Damn, Aiden. You cum a lot. I love this"

The months went by and the ex-straight ex-jock ex-bully was no a very newly transformed stoner, skater, but still maintaining his beatiful muscularity, bisexual man, who now kept dating and screwing a few women and men. Who knows how Aiden's feeling right now, right? Maybe he would enjoy the fuck that his body is high right now fucking a beautiful girl. Maybe he wouldn't really enjoy that his body had a huge dick in his ass. Who knows

Another story request from the inbox: Hey love your work! Thoughts on having a tough straight college jock getting possessed by a bisexual stoner/skater, enjoying his musk & muscles and becoming a laid back weed smoking himbo?

[wolfiesmoon]

My princess

baji x fem!reader

another one for my baji girlies😘😘😘😘😘😘

do not be fooled by the title by the way this is not what it seems😈 @riabriyn one tag for uuuu

Also warning there's a few swear words!

"So, where is he?" your friend asked, glancing at her watch. You had finally promised your friends that they'd get to meet your new boyfriend. They complain that he's all you've been talking about lately and you can't really blame them since that's the truth.

You're just really happy that you have a boyfriend like the rest of them, is all.

"He should arrive right about now." You smiled happily. You can't wait to see him already.

You heard the sound of a motorcycle in the distance and your smile widened, knowing he was about to arrive. Oh, you'll show him off so hard. All your friends are gonna be so jealous.

When he stopped in front of you and your friends, you ran up to him and hugged him before he could even step off the bike. "I missed you, babe!"

"You literally saw me yesterday." He sounded annoyed but he hugged you back.

You looked back at your friends as Baji got off the bike, eyebrow raising at their shocked expressions.

"That's... your boyfriend?" One of them asked cautiously. You nodded slowly.

"Girl, you should have told us your boyfriend is uhhh... a delinquent." Your friend picked her words carefully, too afraid to upset your mystery of a boyfriend.

"But I told you about him..." Baji was looking in between all of you, trying to understand your collective confusion.

"You told us that he's your little princess and that he brings you flowers and takes you to cat cafés. I think all of us collectively imagined something different."

"All these things still hold true, though. Can't he be a delinquent but also super sweet?" You shrugged. You didn't lie a single time when you said those things.

"You call me your what now?" Baji placed a hand on your shoulder, still in disbelief.

"I call you my little princess!" You smiled warmly at him, turning around and hugging him once more. Despite his shock, he hugged you back again.

"Why the fuck would you call me that? Couldn't you have picked something better?" Your friends just watched the two of you, not sure what to do.

You pouted. "But little princess fits you so well..."

"What exactly screams little princess about me to you?" He asked. Your friends asked the same question internally.

"You're so cute and sweet and you have the prettiest hair. All princess qualities."

Ok, now your friends just think you're delusional. And so does Baji, a little bit. Though he loves you regardless.

"Listen, can't you just call me something better?"

"Hmmmm... how about 'my little meow meow'?" You offered after thinking for a few seconds.

"I asked for something better." Baji sighed.

Normally it wasn't his thing to back off from anything really, but he had a feeling you would come up with something even more embarrasing if he kept pushing. You kind of remind him of his mom back when he was younger. She kept insisting to call him the most embarrasing nicknames, even in front of his friends.

Those nicknames are a secret he'll make Mikey take to the grave.

"Whatever, just call me your princess or something. I don't give a shit anymore." He huffed.

He watched your face light up and you thanked him excitedly, to which he just clicked his tongue in return.

Your friends noted that his cheeks are a little red. What an odd pair the two of you are.

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅Bonus fic (You thought it was over? Think again😈😈😈)

"Aaah, you look so cute, I could just squish your cheeks!" Baji had to slap your hand away because you were actually going to do it.

He let you play with his hair since you kept asking to and now he has a baby pink bow tied into a ponytail on his head.

"Awww, you're no fun." You placed your hands back down, pouting playfully.

He happened to glance at the clock, realising that he was supposed to be having a first division meeting very soon. The way you played with his hair relaxed him so much that he lost track of time.

He shot upright, making you flinch slightly.

"Where are you going?" you asked, worried you upset him.

"Shit. I have a meeting." he hissed behind clenched teeth. Well, you suppose you can't blame him. Though you did want to play with his hair for way longer.

He quickly left, hopping onto his motorcycle and driving off to the meeting location. One thing he would never do is be late to his own meeting.

Luckily, he arrived a bit before everyone else did, with only Chifuyu waiting for him there. "Oh, Baji-san, I- What's that?" Chifuyu pointed at the pretty pink bow.

Oh, he completely forgot about that. Normally he would be embarrased because of something like this, but strangely, the bow you put in his hair filled him with a sense of pride. Like a sign that he's really yours.

Before Baji could explain the bow, everyone from the first division stopped in front of the meeting place on their bikes.

"Let's begin." Baji sat down on the edge of the fountain across from the other gang members.

All of the gang members gathered were visibly holding back laughter, some even let a few giggles slip.

This irked Baji to no end.

"You guys got a problem with my girlfriend's sense of style? Laugh at me, I fucking dare you." Everyone's expressions instantly straightened at Baji's scary face.

Chifuyu let out a little "ohhh..." since he figured out that you were the one who gave him that bow.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. So yesterday..." as he talked about the reason they're even having this meeting, he was filled with a sense of pride.

That pretty pink bow is proof that he has a beautiful girlfriend and he isn't afraid to show her off.

[griffintail2]

Wolf in Duck's Clothing (Part 4)

Summary: A small child sinner tries to navigate her way through Hell.

Pairings: Lucifer x Child!GN!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Implied Trauma, Implied Past Bad Caretaker

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A/N: Omg there's so many of you enjoying-- Thank you for the love and I hope you keep enjoying!

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And-And he tried to work on his project while his mind was still muddled. But he realized he was still focused on the child when he noticed his duck had wolf ears now.

“Fuck.” He put his head in his hands.

Why did he care? Why were they stuck in his head? He’s never cared about a sinner before! He even knew there were children sinners! But this one…this one was stuck in his head. And fuck! He cared…he cared if the kid was ok.

It was messing with his head! He’d asked them for their name, he comforted them, and he even gave them his place to stay even if it was temporary! He shouldn’t care, they’re just another sinner…

But that felt wrong to think. He cursed to himself as he paced in his workshop. It was another day, he had little sleep (which was normal but it felt distressing right now) and he couldn’t understand his own mind.

He took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair.

Fine, ok. He’ll just show himself! He’ll show himself what he’ll get if he shows the sinner kindness. Remind himself what sinners were all about. You give them an inch, they’ll take the mile.

So, he put his care forward and was ready to let it be shattered, just like every other time…

The child came to the kitchen to get food in the morning, frowning in confusion when they saw Lucifer in there, humming to himself as he was cooking.

“…Good morning.” They muttered.

He looked over, smiling at them. “Hey, I hope you like pancakes.”

They watched him carefully, shifting nervously. It was his home so of course he could come out. They just weren’t ready for this.

“I think so.” They nodded.

Lucifer noticed their ears pointing back as their tail wrapped close to them, and he frowned softly at their response.

“Well, come sit down they’re almost done.”

They hesitated for a moment before coming to sit in the chair at the dining table. Lucifer nodded before he went back to the food in front of him.

“Did you get some more sleep?”

“Yes.”

“Good, good.” He nodded as he put a pancake on top of a small stack, bringing it over to them. “I figured after last night you should get a good breakfast.”

“Thank you…” They tilted their head as they looked at the food as he went to grab his own food. “Do you need something?”

Lucifer frowned as he looked back at the sinner. “No?”

They simply watched him for a moment before humming and turning back to the food, picking up a fork. “Ok.”

…What? He watched the sinner confused. They were a bit of an odd one for sure.

“OK then.” He muttered before grabbing his plate and sitting at the table with them.

It was silent besides the scraping of forks and knives on plates. He was always terrible at small talk. He could put on a big show sure! But he wasn’t very good at simple socializing, especially after being a shut-in for the past few years. It didn’t really help the inability to small talk with that.

He looked around the kitchen, trying to think of anything to say. It was spotless in here other than the small mess he’d just made. Pausing, he thought of something to say.

“What have you been doing around here?” He asked.

They looked up, putting an arm over their mouth as they swallowed. So, they had pretty decent manners for a child.

“Cleaning.” They answered.

He waited for more but they just sat there, tail slowly swishing behind them.

“Wait, wait. You’ve only been cleaning since you’ve been here?”

They nodded snout scrunching up slightly. “The dust kept making me sneeze. And it needed to be cleaned.”

“So, you haven’t been…playing or reading? Anything like that?”

“…I’m not supposed to touch anything I don’t need to.” They shifted in their seat. “And I only need to when I clean.”

Damn it Lucifer.

He hung his head for a moment forming words before he looked up and put his hands on the table.

“You don’t have to clean. That’s not your job, this isn’t even your house.” He told them. “I appreciate it, but you don’t need to do that. Look, let’s change that rule. You can touch things when you want, you just can’t take it from the house. Ok?”

They sat there, taking it in before nodding. “Ok.”

“Great.” He took a breath. “You know, I say what have you been doing, I guess I don’t have much for you to do other than read. You can read right?” They nodded and he nodded as well. “While that’s good, it wouldn’t be fun all the time…hm…Alright. Finish your breakfast then I’m going to show you something.”

They continued eating with that and he watched them carefully. He should have been clearer about his rule, but he didn’t think they’d take it that way. Strange kid.

The pair of them finished their food and he put the plates in the sinks. He’ll…probably come back to clean them later. He led the child down the halls, their ears pointed back and their arms behind them as they followed behind him. With a grand bow, he opened the door to his workshop, grinning as the little one giggled.

“This is where I do my work.” He motioned for them to come in. “And…my more personal projects. But, the reason we’re here. You can take one duck from any pile, except that one.” He pointed to one closer to his desk. “Those ones are more dangerous.”

The child came in, their eyes lighting up at all the colorful little things. They came in such a variety. They’d never seen so many colors in one room either, especially such beautiful bright ones. Their ears perked up in delight as their tail started to wag. Going towards one of the safe piles, they went to touch but stopped, hesitating as they looked at him.

Lucifer, himself, wasn’t able to help the soft smile as he watched the wonder and joy in the child’s eyes. No one had been so excited to see his ducks in years. Charlie used to love them when she was younger, but she’d grown. Not as enthused. But the little one was enthralled by them all.

“You can look through them.” He encouraged.

“…they’re all yours?” They asked him.

“Yes, but like I said. You can choose one for yourself.”

They retracted their hand though. “I can’t take your things. That’s wrong.”

“What have you been doing around here?” He asked.

They looked up, putting an arm over their mouth as they swallowed. So, they had pretty decent manners for a child.

“Cleaning.” They answered.

He waited for more but they just sat there, tail slowly swishing behind them.

“Wait, wait. You’ve only been cleaning since you’ve been here?”

They nodded snout scrunching up slightly. “The dust kept making me sneeze. And it needed to be cleaned.”

“So, you haven’t been…playing or reading? Anything like that?”

“…I’m not supposed to touch anything I don’t need to.” They shifted in their seat. “And I only need to when I clean.”

Damn it Lucifer.

He hung his head for a moment forming words before he looked up and put his hands on the table.

“You don’t have to clean. That’s not your job, this isn’t even your house.” He told them. “I appreciate it, but you don’t need to do that. Look, let’s change that rule. You can touch things when you want, you just can’t take it from the house. Ok?”

They sat there, taking it in before nodding. “Ok.”

“Great.” He took a breath. “You know, I say what have you been doing, I guess I don’t have much for you to do other than read. You can read right?” They nodded and he nodded as well. “While that’s good, it wouldn’t be fun all the time…hm…Alright. Finish your breakfast then I’m going to show you something.”

They continued eating with that and he watched them carefully. He should have been clearer about his rule, but he didn’t think they’d take it that way. Strange kid.

The pair of them finished their food and he put the plates in the sinks. He’ll…probably come back to clean them later. He led the child down the halls, their ears pointed back and their arms behind them as they followed behind him. With a grand bow, he opened the door to his workshop, grinning as the little one giggled.

“This is where I do my work.” He motioned for them to come in. “And…my more personal projects. But, the reason we’re here. You can take one duck from any pile, except that one.” He pointed to one closer to his desk. “Those ones are more dangerous.”

The child came in, their eyes lighting up at all the colorful little things. They came in such a variety. They’d never seen so many colors in one room either, especially such beautiful bright ones. Their ears perked up in delight as their tail started to wag. Going towards one of the safe piles, they went to touch but stopped, hesitating as they looked at him.

Lucifer, himself, wasn’t able to help the soft smile as he watched the wonder and joy in the child’s eyes. No one had been so excited to see his ducks in years. Charlie used to love them when she was younger, but she’d grown. Not as enthused. But the little one was enthralled by them all.

“You can look through them.” He encouraged.

“…they’re all yours?” They asked him.

“Yes, but like I said. You can choose one for yourself.”

They retracted their hand though. “I can’t take your things. That’s wrong.

He laughed softly. “It’s not, I’m giving you one. You need something to play with. These are perfect.”

They looked at the pile, shifting slightly, clearly wanting to just go in. He couldn’t understand why they weren’t though.

“What do I give?” They asked, looking away from the temptation and back to him.

He frowned. “Nothing?”

“But you’re giving. I need to give back. That’s how it works.”

He still held his frown as he came over crouching in front of them. “No, this is a gift. You don’t give anything for a gift.”

“…Gift?”

He chuckled quietly thinking it a joke…but the child tilted their head in confusion. He stood in his crouched position for a moment before sitting cross-legged in front of them.

“Yeah, a gift. Things you get on birthdays and holidays. You know?” He waved his hand, but their ears went flat as they looked frustrated by their own confusion. “…Has no one ever given you a gift?”

“…no, I don’t think so.”

He let out a humorless laugh of disbelief. “Who was taking care of you before?”

That question got him closed out as they wrapped their tail close and clasped their hands together as they looked down. He sighed deeply as he tapped his hands against his legs.

Ok. Ok. A lot of things were starting to make sense.

“Ok, let me see your hand little one.” He held his hand out to them palm out.

They hesitated as they stared at his hand. Cautiously, they put their hand in his.

“Palm up.” He told them gently as he looked over to the pile of ducks, looking over it carefully.

They silently followed his instructions as he saw a cute little duck wearing a little fishing hat and holding a fishing hook (That actually reeled in! But that’s not what matters right now.). He took it into his free hand before he put the little duck in their hand. Carefully, he had them close their hand around it gently.

“This is yours. It’s a gift from me to you. A gift means you don’t give me anything. It’s yours to enjoy and do whatever you like with it. It’s yours.” He emphasized as he put one hand carefully on their shoulder.

His hand let go of theirs and their hand shook slightly.

“And, I want to gift you a few more, make up for all the gifts everyone should have been giving you.” He smiled gently. “But I want you to pick the ones you like instead. Sound good?”

“You promise?” They muttered instead.

“Promise what?” He asked.

“It’s mine?” They looked up at him with misty eyes.

He smiled sadly as he gently put a hand on their cheek. “I promise. I won’t let anyone take them away from you.”

They let out a quiet whimper and he sighed as he gently pulled them forward and into a hug. He gently pet the top of their head and instead of hugging him, they hugged their gift close.

“You’ll be alright now little one.”

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thinking about dad lucifer again (shocking) but IF YOU WANT MORE COMFORT I GOT U <3 but imagine lucifer and the readers kid (im imagining its not charlie) getting hurt like tripping over a rock or something and scrapping their knee nothing big but the kid starts sobbing from the pain and later in the night lucifer is still staying awake from it thinking hes such a terrible father for letting his baby get hurt :(

Fuck that rock

Pairng: Dad!Lucifer x Mom!Reader

Warnings: sad lucifer again sorry guys

Word Count: 1051

A/N: i lowkey kinda hate this but enjoy it if you want or dont i mean thats cool too

You watched Lucifer running through streets with your little girl. He reached out for her, spinning her around in the air before carefully setting her back down. Margot giggled as she chased him around. Her small legs trying to keep up with him, even though he was already running very slowly. You smiled softly, enjoying how sweet he was with her. 

“Look at the princess go” He yells to you as your daughter runs around in her pink dress and converse. 

“My turn to be chased” Margot giggled as Lucifer turned around and speed walked toward her. She laughed hard as she started running. She kept looking back at Lucifer making sure he was still chasing her. 

However all was going a little too well. As she looked back a final time a small rock in the road became her demise. She tripped and landed straight down on her knees. You gasped as you quickly stood up as you ran toward them. Lucifer had already collapsed to the ground pulling Margot into his arms making sure that she was ok. 

“It's ok baby” He cooed as she sobbed in his arms. She leaned her head against him as she began to cry harder. “Look.. there's mommy” He said as she lifted her chin up to look at you standing over her. You smile softly down at her as you watch her tears stream down.

“Let me look at your cut hun” You say, lowering yourself onto your knees. You realized that it was merely a scratch and she wasn't even bleeding. “It's ok baby” You whisper, taking a seat on the cement ground next to Lucifer. You grab her hand to hold as you lean your head against Lucifer's shoulder. He moves her legs onto yours so she's laying across you and Lucifer.

After about ten minutes she finally begins to settle down as she closes her eyes. You watch her sniffle as you let out a breath. Your eyes wandered over to Lucifer who was looking down at her sadly. He shook his head before pulling her closer into his chest laying a kiss on her temple. He was gripping her close, refusing to let go.

“We should probably put her to bed,” You suggest. Lucifer looks at you giving you a small smile before looking back at Margot. You could tell he felt bad and you knew he blamed himself. You could see it in his eyes. 

“Do you wanna put her to sleep?” You asked him knowing that if he felt like a good father it could stop the sadness he was feeling. He nodded, picking her up in his arms and heading inside. 

You picked up the blanket you had laid on the ground and the snacks you put out in case anyone had gotten hungry while you played outside. You cleaned up your room and took a shower as he took his time feeding her and putting her to sleep. 

Sliding on your robe you looked up clutching your chest as you saw Lucifer laying in bed. “God.. I didn't realize you were in here already” You said breathing heavily walking toward the bed and laying down. 

“Sorry my love” He said, planting a kiss on your lips as he moved the covers over your body. 

“You ok?” You ask as he sighed. His eyes met yours again as he nodded, finally getting under the covers. 

You moved your body closer to him. His arms wrapped around your waist slowly before suddenly clutching your body to his. You gasped as he moved your body as close to him as it could possibly be.

“I'm a bad father” He whimpered into your shoulder. 

Your eyes widened as you moved his head from your shoulder. “What on earth are you talking about?” You questioned holding his face in your hands. “What would ever make you say that?

“She fell and could have died and it was all my fault” He replied frantically.

Your shoulders fell and you couldn't stop the giggle that left your lips. His eyes narrowed at you as you shut your mouth.

“Don't laugh at me” He pouted.

“Oh honey I'm not laughing at you.. I just think it's silly. You didn't almost kill her, she tripped over a rock and she wasn’t even bleeding” You said running your hands through his hair. 

He forced his head onto your chest as he sniffled. “Oh baby” You said, realizing he was crying. 

“I screwed up with Charlie and now I'm already screwing up with her” He cried.

You weren't sure where he had ever gotten the idea of being a bad dad. I mean of course when you first met Lucifer he was just starting to talk to his daughter again. He always wanted to be there for Charlie, he just didn't know how to be in her life as a father. However it was obvious Lilith had put some things in Charlie's head. Lucifer would never do anything to hurt her. He had always wanted to be in Charlie's life, Lilith  just didnt let him be in it. 

“Baby, look at me,” You said. He never looked up, keeping his head on your chest. You repeat yourself more forcefully this time. He slowly made eye contact. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at you.

“You never screwed up with Charlie and you most definitely haven't screwed up with our girl” You said. “All she got was a scratch that will probably be gone by the morning” You continued. 

“I guess,” He murmured.

You sighed knowing that nothing you could say could change his mind. However you loved him with every fiber in your body and would try your hardest to convince him he was an amazing father.

You placed a kiss on his head as you rubbed your hands up and down his back.

“Even if you don’t believe it, you really are an amazing husband and father, there’s no one I'd rather be with” You said as you snuggled into him, closing your eyes. You inhaled his scent as he layed in your arms.

“I love you” You whisper as you close your eyes.

He mumbled an almost incoherent ‘love you too’ as you laid in the complete darkness of your shared room.

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i dont know if you’ve written anything like this already- but i was gonna ask if you could write a funny smutty crack fic where Tech asks the reader to sit on his face but the reader is hesitant because they dont wanna hurt him- but Tech convinces reader that hes ok with being suffocated anyway- and he like- passes out mid-session LMFAO- and the reader panics but he wakes up like an hour later

Anon this is probably the most unserious thing I've written and I hope that's what you wanted 😂😂 thank you for requesting!!

Warnings: This is very much 18+ Minors do not interact! Warnings are clear from the ask but, oral (f receiving/face sitting), Tech passes out but he's fine lmao

No actual proofreading and no title apparently 😂 although my friend suggested "Plan 69" which is Hilarious

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The two of you were finally alone in the Marauder. You had both hung back to work on some repairs while the others went on a supply run.

The repairs didn't take long to complete, and that's how you and Tech had found yourselves in his bunk.

Your relationship wasn't really a secret necessarily. Everyone knew, they just didn't ask. As long as it didn't interfere with either of your work, it was never an issue.

But that also led to these times where you had such a short amount of time in private that you just wanted to spend together, however possible.

He was hovered above you in his bed. He placed a trail of kisses from your lips down to your bare chest. He loved feeling your soft skin against him, and he always ensured that nothing went without.

His hand trailed after, making sure that whenever his mouth was preoccupied, his hand could make up the difference.

As his hand traveled down toward the waistband of your blacks you began to notice the dampness pooling between your legs.

He took a break from kissing and leaving marks on your breast to peer up at you, checking in on what you wanted him to do.

Your hand found his and encouraged him to continue.

He smirked.

"I was hoping we could try something." He said quietly as he continued disrobing you.

"Oh?"

He shifted over so that he was lying on his back, and he gestured for you to get on top of him.

When you were straddling his hips, his hands gripped the backs of your thighs, pulling you up toward him. You didn't really know where he was going with this, but you trusted him.

When he continued pulling you further than his chest, you understood.

"Tech, is this such a good idea?"

"Of course it is. I want to taste you, but more importantly, I want to feel you take what you want from me."

This sent a heat all through your core, Tech had such a way with words that you didn't even know if he was intentionally talking dirty or if he was just honest about what he wanted.

"But what if I hurt you? What if you can't breathe?"

"Then I shall die a happy man."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, and you complied as he pulled you up further.

Your knees were now on either side of his head, and you braced yourself against the headboard of his bunk.

You didn't have time to feel self-conscious about just how much of you he could see before he began telling you how beautiful you are.

His hands slid up, gripping your hips as he slowly pulled you down to his mouth.

You made sure not to fully sit down. You kept yourself perched slightly above him.

He continued holding your hips as he guided his tongue through your folds. You bucked your hips involuntarily at the contact, and you could hear him moan faintly.

"That's it, show me what you want." He told you.

His nose nudged your clit as his tongue circled around your entrance, lapping up everything you had to give him.

You moaned when your felt him push his tongue inside of you. You carefully began moving your hips and he gave a you and approving moan.

The vibrations his sounds had made only added to your own reactions.

He pulled his tongue out and once again licked through your folds, this time bringing it up to your clit.

You felt him flicking it with his tongue before he closed his mouth around it.

You moaned loudly and nearly lost your balance when he sucked on it; having to hold onto the headboard again.

You felt your climax building slowly with each swipe of his tongue. You allowed your hips to buck more, each one earning an approval from Tech.

But soon you heard nothing, and you no longer felt his tongue or his grip on your hips.

"Oh, kriff!" You exclaimed as you clambered off of him.

"Tech?" You cautiously reached out and prodded his shoulder before moving your fingers toward his neck, looking for a pulse.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you found one, you wouldn't have known how to explain it if you had to get help for him.

You decided it would be best to wait for him to wake up, so you put your clothes back on and went to grab a towel from the refresher to clean his face.

Luckily, the two of you were still alone in the Marauder.

After you were done cleaning up, you sat beside him, gently stroking his hair until he finally woke up with a sudden gasp.

"Shh, shh," you cooed, "You're okay, I've got you."

"What happened?" He asked, slowly getting up and raising a hand to his forehead.

"... You passed out."

"I... what?"

You smiled and shook your head, "While I was... on top of you, you stopped responding, and you scared me half to death."

"I see..." He looked at you, then got a mischievous look in his eyes, "So, could we try again?"

[justagalwhowrites]

Lost & Found: Part of For You - A Collection of Requests Benefitting Palestine

When Grogu wanders off, Din finds him in the arms of an enchanting stranger.

Event Terms: Commissioners could choose to donate between $15 and $50 via Ko-Fi for one fic of 1-2k words to be written by April 1, 2024. Payment due after completion of the fic. Donation with a match by the author was paid to PCRF on April 2, 2024 in honor of Pedro Pascal's birthday ❤️ Commissioners had the option to choose to keep a fic private and all fics may not be shared here.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Curvy!Female!Reader

Warnings: Mild depictions of fantasized sex.No use of Y/N, Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 2.5k

A/N: This is just very soft and very fluffy and is Din being both awkward as hell and jumping at the chance to play the hero for someone who needs it. Love that for us! Written for the exceedingly wonderful and kind and talented @knopes-waffles! Thank you for participating in this event ❤️

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“What do you mean you don’t know.” 

Din was trying very, very hard to keep his temper. 

“I mean, I don’t know, Mando,” Peli replied, hands defiantly planted on her hips. “What did you think I meant?” 

“I thought I might have been mistaken,” he said. “Because I didn’t think you would let my son out of your sight long enough for him to wander off!” 

“It doesn’t take that long….” 

“He’s half a meter tall!” He snapped. “How fast could he be!” 

“He’s quick!” 

He paused and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the rising panic in his blood. 

“You really have no idea where he might have gone,” Din said. “No one could have come in here and taken him.” 

“No one’s been in here,” she said before she paused, frowning. “Well… there was one customer who was looking for someone to fix his speeder…” 

“Do you know where he was going?” Din asked. He tried not to think about some stranger wandering off with Grogu in their arms, taking him away to trade to the Empire or who knows what. 

“I think toward the marketplace,” she said. “He mentioned a farm outside of town, where the speeder was. He was going to tow it in…” 

Din didn’t wait for her to continue. He set off, forcing himself to move slowly enough that he could scan the ground for any sign of Grogu. But there was no flash of green, no little clawed footprints in the sand - the area too heavily trafficked - not even a trail of things he shouldn’t be trying to get is small hands on left abandoned when something else that was bright or shiny caught his eye. 

He kept running and searching, not apologizing for smacking into people or grabbing them roughly to see if what they held in their arms was, in fact, a bag and not his child. He was getting uncomfortably close to a panic - heart pounding, breaths short and shallow, head swimming - when he saw him, Grogu’s small, green body in unfamiliar arms, held close to a plush body. 

“Grogu!” Din stalked over to you, all but ripping the child away from you as he looked him over. “Are you OK?” 

“Hey!” You grabbed Grogu back and Din’s attention shifted from his son to you, his fists clenched. But instead of reaching to take back the kid or hit you, he froze. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it wasn’t… you. You were beautiful, almost shockingly so. There was something just so soft about you. Everything on Tatooine was rough and harsh, a lifetime of sand and twin suns and arid heat wore down people and buildings and ships quickly. But not you. You were like a flower that had somehow fought its way up through the sand, lush and bright and full. 

“Do you know this man, little guy?” You considered Grogu carefully, a small frown on your face as you propped the boy on your hip, one of your fingers tightly grasped in his little hand. “Or is he a stranger?” 

“Patu!” Grogu said, throwing his tiny arms out for Din, straining and reaching for him. 

You laughed a little and looked at Din properly then, a smile on your face. 

“Sorry about that,” you said, handing Grogu over. “He just toddled over to my stand a few minutes ago, I wasn’t sure where he came from and I couldn’t understand anything he was saying. I didn’t want someone just taking him…” 

Grogu reached for Din’s helmet, cooing and babbling, gesturing to you before looking back to Din, his dark eyes wide. 

“Thank you,” Din said eventually. “He can be a handful…” 

“I can tell,” you laughed. “He ate a few things off my stand and he was only here a few minutes!” 

“Oh,” DIn said quickly, fumbling for the pouch with his credits. “Let me…” 

“Oh, no,” you said quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that you needed to pay! Really, it’s fine. I’m just happy I was able to help him get back to where he belongs.” 

You just stood there, the smile on your face slipping a bit as Din stared at you. Like an idiot. He knew he was staring like an idiot and he couldn’t seem to bring himself to stop. 

“Is… is everything OK?” You were frowning a little now. “I promise, I didn’t hurt him or…” 

“Mando!” Peli ran up alongside him, panting a little before doubling over, planting her hands on her knees. “Stars, just a second… Some of us aren’t used to running like that…” 

“Here,” you said, reaching behind your stand for a canteen and offering it to Peli. Din noticed what you were selling for the first time, fresh fruit piled high in baskets on display. “This might help, the suns are brutal today.” 

“You’re tellin’ me,” she said, gulping the water down and standing up straight again before handing the canteen back to you. “Thanks for that. Looks like you’re the one who found our little friend here!” 

“Oh, I didn’t know he was yours, Peli!” You said. “When did you get a youngling?” 

“He’s not mine, but I keep tellin’ Mando he should just leave the kid with me…” 

“And look what happened when I did,” Din cut her off. “Five minutes and you let him wander off…” 

“It’s not like he got into trouble!” She waved him off. “He just found the sweetest stand in Mos Eisley because he’s so smart, yes he is! Just the smartest little guy! Appreciate you looking out for him, can’t let this cutie run off with just anyone.” 

“It was no trouble,” you replied. “He was a nice way to mix up my day!” 

“Patu!” Grogu said, reaching for you. You laughed and Din sighed before passing the child off to you.

“Have any plans later?” Peli asked. “The kid likes you, you should come by. Have to get time in with the little one when you can, Mando never sticks around for very long.” 

“Well that’s too bad,” you said, bouncing Grogu on your hip but looking at Din. “Always nice to get pleasant folk here in town. But sure, I’ll come by once I close up. Maybe bring him some snacks for the road, would you like that little one?” Grogu cooed and clapped his little hands. You nuzzled his cheek. “I’ll see you later, buddy. Going to give you back to your daddy now.” 

You passed the child to Din and gave him another smile before saying your quick goodbyes to Peli. Din kept looking Grogu over, like he was expecting to find something wrong with him, as he and Peli made their way back to her hanger. He had to resist the urge to look back at you. 

“You’re sure she’s OK to be around the kid?” He asked, finally satisfied that his son was, in fact, safe and whole in his arms. 

“Her?” Peli looked at him like he was insane. “Of course she is, you think I’d let someone around the kid who wasn’t safe? Besides, meant it when I said it’s the sweetest stand in Mos Eisley. It’s not just because of the fruit, if I didn’t know she was from here I’d say she was some naive off-worlder with how sweet she is. Probably how she wound up in the situation she’s in.” 

Din frowned. 

“What situation.” 

“She’s stuck working for the Hutts,” Peli said. “When her father died a few years back - sweet guy, just like her. He built the greenhouses she grows all that fruit in - she didn’t have the money to pay for protection. Next thing she knew, they trashed one of her greenhouses and the moisture vaporator. She still hasn’t been able to fix it all, just about every credit she makes goes to the Hutts so they don’t take anything else.” Peli sighed and shook her head. “Tried to warn her…” 

Din ground his teeth, looking back over his shoulder toward your stand. How could anyone prey on someone like you? Someone so soft and sweet and beautiful and… 

He shook himself mentally. He was not going to stand there and think about you, even though you’d sent a shockwave through him, sparking a kind of want he hadn’t felt in years. It would be so easy to picture it, gently pulling the linen from your body, running his hands - bare, not gloved - over every inch of your plush curves, sinking into the soft, welcoming warmth of you. 

“Has anyone tried to help,” Din asked. “With the Hutts?” 

“I mean, maybe not her specifically, but,” Peli shrugged. “Not like people pay up because they want to, Mando. People have pushed back. It never goes well. Short of taking down the whole operation? No help for it. But that’s life, eh?” 

Din nodded once, holding Grogu a little closer. 

You came by a few hours later, a small basket of fruit propped on your hip and a smile on your face even though your eyes looked distracted. 

“Here you go,” you broadened your smile as you handed the basket to the Mandalorian. “I thought he might like some more. These were what he was eating most of earlier. What’s his name, anyway?” 

“Thank you,” Din said. “And his name is Grogu…” 

“Stupid name!” Peli called from another room. 

“No it’s not!” You called back before looking at the child. “It’s a good, strong name. Perfect for you, hm?” 

“Patu,” Grogu said, his tone serious. You smiled. 

“Thought so,” you said. 

You stayed for dinner - a barely passable soup that you were kind enough to pretend to enjoy - and played sabacc with Din and Peli. Grogu climbed into your lap and you splayed the cards out in front of him, his little hand reaching out to touch them. 

“See, this is a good hand,” you said, leaning in to whisper into his large ear. He kid stretched forward and smacked his hand on one of the cards. “Good pick, that’s a high value card, a whole 10 points…” 

“You’re making it easy to beat you,” Peli said, smirking across the table. 

“Can’t lose when you’ve already won,” you replied. “And which one of us has the youngling in their lap? That would be me.” 

“You’re just new,” Peli waved you off. “He’ll be back to me eventually.” 

“We’ll see about that,” you kissed his little head. “I’ll just keep plying him with fruit, keep him on my good side.” 

“Patu!” 

“Exactly,” you said, and Din was so distracted picturing you aboard the Razor Crest with his son on your lap that he forgot it was his turn. 

As the evening wound down and you got ready to leave, Din had almost convinced himself that he could let you go. It was the only logical choice, after all. You barely knew each other. Just because you were beautiful and gentle and looked like you might be the softest thing he’d ever touch didn’t mean that you belonged anywhere near him. The opposite, in fact. The life he led would be no good for you, it was useless even day dreaming about what couldn’t be. 

You said your goodbyes to him, Peli and Grogu and Din had the unfamiliar ache of longing in his chest as he watched you go, staring at the doorway you’d left through for a few seconds too long. 

“Aw kriff,” Peli groaned. “She left her shawl and I’m wasn’t planning to go to the market tomorrow…” 

“Here,” Din said before he could think better of it, taking the linen wrap from Peli’s grasp. “I’ll catch her. Watch the kid for a minute. And actually watch him this time.” 

“Yeah yeah,” she waved him off before turning her attention to Grogu. “Is your dad just a big shiny menace? Huh? Yeah, I bet he is…” 

He thought he was going to have to track you to catch up with you but, instead, he found you standing in the middle of Peli’s hanger, staring up at the night sky. Stars sparkled over your head, the light reflecting in your eyes, and Din could see the streaks of ships leaving the atmosphere as they shot into the galaxy. You had that distracted look on your face, one worn by people with problems that took time - and muscle - to solve. 

“You forgot this,” Din said, holding the shawl out and making you jump. 

You laughed a little. 

“Thanks,” you said. “I’m not sure where my mind has been lately.” 

You looked back up at the stars, wrapping yourself in the shawl, and sighed in a sad, longing way. 

“What are they like?” You asked, still looking up. “The stars. From up there, I mean.” 

“Far away,” Din said. 

You laughed again. 

“Don’t I know it. Part of why I’ve never made it off-world…” 

Din frowned. 

“You’ve never left Tatooine?” 

You glanced at him, a sad smile on your face before looking back to the stars. 

“Never had the chance,” you said. “But I hope I will, some day. But… doubt I ever will.” 

You looked at him for a moment, your eyes finding his below the vizor. 

“Well, it was good to meet you,” you said. “Take care of that youngling of yours, he’s too sweet to let anything happen to him…” 

You started to leave but he stopped you, his hand shooting out and catching you at your elbow, the contact with you like an electric jolt running through his body. You gasped at it, looking to where he was touching you before looking toward his face again. 

“Mando…” Your voice was quiet, breathy. 

“Do you really want to leave?” He asked before he could stop himself. 

“Yes,” you whispered. “I want to see some of the galaxy, I want to do something I love, I want a life, a life I can’t have here.” 

He could feel it then, a chance at the life he’d pictured, one that had you there with him and his son.

“Come with me,” he said. 

“What?” You laughed a little. “Mando, we just met…” 

“I can get you out of here,” he said, ignoring you. “Make sure the Hutts never bother you again.” 

Your eyebrows knitted together. 

“Did Peli…” 

“Does it matter?” He asked. “I’m offering you a chance to see the stars.” 

“With you?” You asked, your eyes finding his below the visor and he had the thought, again, of undressing you, of touching you, of feeling you in a way he’d never allowed himself to feel anyone else. 

“Yes,” he said. 

“And Grogu?” 

“Yes. We can leave tonight, now, if you want it.” 

You looked up at the stars again, the soft sparkle of their far away light shining on your skin. 

You looked back at him. 

“I want it,” you said quietly. “I want all of it.” 

Din smiled below the helmet. 

“Then let’s go.”  

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Wolfstar microfic

896 words of projecting onto Sirius. Today we will be examining my love language of gift giving [cue me handing my friends the fifty millionth leaf I picked on impulse on our walk because it looked cool]

“Flowers?”

Remus raised an eyebrow suspiciously at Sirius.

“What are these for?”

His friend towed at the ground awkwardly.

“I just-“

He trailed off, a light blush dusting his face as he furrowed his brows, as if trying to figure it out himself.

“I thought they were pretty and figured you would like them?”

Sirius shrugged.

“James would end up accidentally killing them and well I don’t think pretty flowers are really Peter’s kind of thing so that leaves you because you’re, er, perfect. I MEAN- for this kind of thing you know-“

“Yeah but why not a girl?”

Remus cut Sirius off mid ramble.

“I just…I haven’t got my eye on any girls at the moment.”

“Oh.”

Remus said weakly. And then because he couldn’t think of anything to say he grabbed the flowers from Sirius’ still outstretched hand.

“Thank you. They really are beautiful. It was very thoughtful.”

Sirius blushed again and glanced up a Remus wide eyed. Then he broke into a big grin. The wonky, truly happy kind that tugged on Remus’ heart strings when Sirius displayed it. 

•••

Ever since then Sirius had start giving Remus more gifts. Leaves he thought were nice, more flowers, snacks. They’d be walking through the grounds when Sirius would suddenly go bounding into the bushes with no warning, leaving Remus stranded and slightly confused for a moment before emerging with a smile and a cool new rock he’d seen.

Needless to say Remus kept every one of the gifts. He put the flowers in a vase till they looked like they were going to wilt and then he pressed them and placed them carefully in the box he’d dedicated to Sirius’ gifts. He’d go through it often, whenever he thought about his friend …which was quite often actually. He’d known for a long while how he felt about Sirius, since second year honestly. But it was just a crush. Right? 

•••

The thought hit him like a million bricks one Monday morning. They were sat at the table and he’d been watching Sirius’ head loll to the side, almost touching his shoulder as James chattered on to Peter, oblivious to how Sirius was fighting off sleep with big yawns and gentle head nods. That was until he wasn’t and Remus felt the soft flop of Sirius limp against his body. He let out a surprised laugh because honestly it was so cute. Sirius blinked awake groggily. He looked around gently in confusion for a moment before his eyes widened in realisation.

“Shit sorry Moons!”

Remus laughed again, more softly this time.

“It’s fine.”

It was cute.

“I didn’t mind.”

I love you.

Oh fuck I love you. 

Matters progressed.

•••

Matters did not, in fact, progress. Not least because Sirius, unaware of the monumental realisation Remus had made around two months ago, continued to act the same. Until Remus absentmindedly entered the dorm one  random Saturday evening.

“Hey Pads have you seen my-“

Remus looked up sharply at the sound of a broken sob. He shut the door and quickly rushed over to find Sirius sat, kneeling on the floor surrounded by a little circle of stuff. Remus realised with a start it was the context of his ‘Sirius box’ he moved the belongings aside carefully and shuffled forward to face Sirius. He gently cupped Sirius’ face and lifted it to find tear stained cheeks and big watering eyes that made his heart ache.

“Sirius…”

He wanted to ask ‘whats wrong?’ Or ‘are you ok?’

Instead he just pulled his friend into in a big hug. Sirius gladly followed and buried his head against Remus’ shoulder. Once the the sobbing had died down a little Remus whispered gently to Sirius.

“Talk to me.”

He said, while carefully running his hands though Sirius’ hair.

Sirius mumbled something Remus couldn’t hear.

“Sorry I missed that love.”

Sirius peaked his head up, slowly at first and then meeting his eyes.

“Why do you still have all this…this garbage!”

Sirius exclaimed.

“I’m so stupid, so stupid.”

He whispered before erupting into tears again, wiping furiously at his face 

“Hey no you’re not stupid? Why would you think that?”

“Because !”

Sirius gestured all around him.

“It’s all useless and it’s weird and- I’m weird. It’s so…it’s just one big waste of space. And you keep it because you’re nice but you shouldn’t. Because it’s dumb.”

“It’s not a waste of space- hey look at me.”

Sirius hesitantly met Remus’ steady gaze.

“Nothing you give me is a waste of space because you gave it to me. And I keep it all because I want to, not because I’m nice.”

“But why?”

“Because I care about you!”

Sirius faltered.

“No don’t say that.”

He whispered.

“What? Why?”

“Because I- it’s just not the same Moons. You care about me.”

Sirius’ voice was dangerously trembling now as he continued on.

“I love you.”

Remus froze, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

“Remus? P-please say something. I’m sorry I-“

“I love you too.”

Remus wasted no more time in pulling Sirius in for a searingly warm kiss. The flavour of the chocolate Remus had just eaten mingling with the soft salt of Sirius’ tears as Remus pulled him ever closer. They broke apart softly and leaned their foreheads together.

“Be mine?”

Sirius whispered against the warm breath escaping from Remus’ lips.

“Gladly.”

[miuwrld]

plus one | minsung x reader

warnings : sub! jisung, dom! minho, switch! reader kinda? , mxm, bi! minho, bi! jisung, reader absolutely loves seeing both of them looking insane, cum eating, oral (f & m recieving), cream pie, masturbation, porn w/o plot tbh, perv! hanji, what else???, idk just crazy smut kinda filthy imo

smut under the cut yall🙏

the team dinner was different. you and minho were secretly dating at your office. he couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he sipped his champagne. oh…he wanted to rip that damn skirt off of you and make you scream out his name…

you opened your mouth slightly to let minho’s tongue tangle against yours. he softly laid his hand against your back to support you as you fell on the bed. it was hard to pull away, it was so passionate.

“mm- baby. let me take your clothes off” minho whispered softly. his voice was soft and gentle.

you batted your eyes feeling moved by his soft voice and his cute actions. as passionate as minho is when you have sex, he’s still very attentive and caring. he carefully takes off your heels, and takes off your skirt. he couldn’t help but stare at your bare legs. you giggle, “minho? are you going to continue?” he cutely nods and kisses your legs. you smile ad you watch him attentively.

minho slowly makes his way to your pussy. you look down and have this glint in his eye that makes him continue. he slowly licks your folds and licks along your clit. you wince since you feel oddly sensitive today… he let out a soft chuckle and sucked your clit which had you breathing and letting out soft moans.

no one in that room knew of the other person peeking from the door : hand in cock, jerking off softly. his best friend, han jisung, was a friend of both of you two. he bit his lip as he tried to conceal his soft groans. he felt so perverted.

“minho…can you fuck me now? i want to feel you” you asked

he smirked, “but i wanna eat you out more..”

you knew this game he liked to play, he wanted to hear you beg.

“please. minho, i need your dick in me. i wanna feel it so bad. please fuck me i can’t- i just need it! ok? please?”

he had to hold back from laughing, he kept that stupid smirk on his face and he took off his shirt and pants and swiftly pulled his boxers down. his eyes looked down right like he was starving…ok maybe tonight was going to be more hot than you thought.

“good baby” he said as you laid on your elbows and looked up at him.

he slid in slowly, trying to slowly work his way inside to not hurt you.

this was getting hard for jisung to not cum….this was so…hot

his pace was slowly starting to become quicker as he rolled his hips into you. shit..if that wasn’t enough his hand slowly flicking your clit added onto the stimulation. you leaned your head back as you let out loud moans.

he scoffed, “you’re such a slut…you like this so much huh?”

you laughed as you looked at him seductively once again, “of course i do.”

he didn’t wanna cum just yet…he wanted to keep going..but it was getting hard for minho. he kept his pace as he leaned down to put his body on top of yours. he held you softly, his body warm. your moans started do come out more often and in a faster pace. he knew you were close.

“you wanna cum, huh?”

you nodded, “yes please”

“fuck..” jisung said out loud

minho quickly looked over his shoulder as he saw jisung closing his eyes and fucking into his hand.

“jisung, you’re such a pervert” minho said with a smirk on his face

you were suprised by the stop of minho’s thrusts, but, you knew of jisungs presence.

jisung’s eyes immediately opened and widened in shock and embarrassment.

“i-im sorry.. i was-

“come here ji” you said softly

he looked at minho who tilted his head towards you.

“okay” he whispered as he walked towards the two of you.

“jisung-ah…you wanna watch so bad? here’s a show” minho said with a grin.

he immediately started his pace once again which made you let out a suprised scream. shit? was he actually going to fuck you in front of his best friend? i mean jisung’s hot but damn…

“wait shit…i’m gonna cum” you screamed

“do it all over my dick baby. i know jisung wants to see this” minho said as he flicked your clit.

jisung had to stop himself from drooling.

you squirted instantly and let out soft moans as minho continued his pace inside your pussy. god??

he kept his grin as he licked his finger that had some of your juices on it. he pulled out swiftly and looked down at his cock.

“jisung-ah, suck my dick” minho said softly

WHAT? jisung had to pause. minho’s gay? wait- what. HUH

jisung walked slowly over to minho and looked up at him. his eyes big and eager. minho really wanted to just-

jisung instantly attached his mouth to minho’s cock. you watched in amusement as jisung moved his head. minho whispered curse words and grabbed jisung’s head and moved to his liking. you could hear jisung’s closed off moans. god, he looked so cute stuffed with minho’s dick in his mouth.

“shit…” minho said as he let go of jisung’s head and he let go of his dick. jisung panted as he was trying to breathe once again.

“you make perfect lube , jisung-ah” minho shamelessly stated

jisung was red.

minho pushed his cock back inside your pussy which made you whine.

“suck his dick” minho commanded

you didn’t have to be told twice.

his hard dick with the little pink tip. it looked delicious. minho fucking you doggystyle while you have a cute boys dick in your mouth? this is a perfect evening.

you swirled your tongue as jisung began to groan. he slowly patted your head as you kept going. your moans vibrated onto his dick which made him almost cum in your mouth. minho started to groan and his thrusts became sloppier.

“shit i’m gonna cum!” he uttered

jisung looked at his face, his hair messy and his hands red. shit…minho looked so hot. and then your body against his dick…and your mouth taking his dick. this was too much for him, he came in your mouth with a loud grunt.

cum flooded on both ends…you felt the twisted yet sexy feeling of it going down your throat and inside your pussy. jisung’s cum was instantly swallowed and you let go of his dick with a pop.

he looked so fucked out…this was a new sight you wanted to see more.

“jisung-ah, eat her out” minho said as he reached to grab his hand. you turned on your back and josung pushed your legs open.

he licked a long stripe against your pussy which made you let out a groan. you felt sensitive i mean…this was a new experience.

minho’s cum came flooding out as jisung kept licking against your pussy. minho had to control himself so he didn’t get another boner. jisung looked up to you and minho as you both watched.

“good boy…cleaning us up” you said softly as you raised his head up and kissed him. you tasted you and minho’s cum together. his tongue softly exploring your mouth. minho kissed your neck softly which caught you off guard. jisung let go and minho instantly grabbed his face to make out with him. it was like he knew everything about jisung already, and his tongue was licking up into his mouth like a dog. jisung pulled away with pink lips.

“you did well, jisung-ah” minho said

-

the end this is the most wildest shit i’ve ever read and written so maybe this might be deleted because i was just writing this while not thinking so…..

[justanamesstuff]

All I Need

♥ JUST MARRIED ♥

A/N: after months (sorry) i bring you THE PROPOSAL + WEDDING of these two...I hope you like it guys <333

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Word counting: 4.2 K

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Thinking about it…

Matty took the middle-sized box from the back of his drawer. It took a lot of old memories back. Thinking about his time before having the kids or meeting Y/n felt surreal. 

After moving a few pieces his hand landed on the even smaller box it was strategically hidden so if Y/n snooped there —not that she ever went through his stuff but just in case– she couldn’t find it. 

Matty felt a wave of sadness overtaking him, so he had to sit on his bed. His Nana was –literally– imprinted on his skin, although, he thought about her even now and then. He had been doing it a lot more since, specially Amelia, the kids started asking about his mother’s parents as well as his father’s parents. Mel was learning about families at school, and she was a very curious little girl. Matty loved to have full conversations with her and Arthur at the moment. They did talk about his Nana a lot of times.

The singer slowly opened the box, revealing before his eyes the silver band. Carefully he took it out to examinate it. She passed it down to him before getting really ill. Matty considered it a treasure. It wasn’t exactly a ring designed to propose marriage, although he wanted to give Y/n something special, something meaningful, since she was indeed the most amazing person he had ever met and also the person that gave him two amazing children. 

“Daddy?” Amelia interrupted him, showing up at the door of his room. Matty’s heart jumped, thinking –at first–she was Y/n. He closed his eyes, trying to stabilize his breathing. 

“Mel-mel?” he asked, keeping his back towards her. 

Amelia opened the door fully, staring at her dad’s form. “What do you have there? Chocolate?” she asked, excited about the idea of candy.

Matty chuckled, “No,” he turned around, still keeping the ring away from her eyes. “No chocolate, missy.” he smiled at her turning slightly. 

“What then?” 

Matty doubted about it for a minute, finally agreeing with himself to share the secret with her, “come here, baby.” he instructed, moving his hand signalling her to come closer. “Leave the door half open, please.” 

Amelia did as she was told, moving to sit beside her dad on the bed. 

“Look.” he opened his hand, showing the ring resting on his palm. Amelia looked at it and then up to his face, Matty saw the doubt in her eyes. “This was my Nana’s ring.”

“Oh!” Amelia exclaimed, opening her eyes wide. “Can I…” she started asking.

“Yes, be careful, okay?” Matty warned Mel. 

Amelia kept silence, holding the silver band between her tinny hands. Her curious eyes following the complicated patterns along it.  “What are these?” she inquired, her sight not leaving the ring. “Are flowers?”

“Yes, closer to roses but not exactly.”

“So pretty.” she exclaimed in a whisper. Mel carefully extended her hand, retuning the ring to his dad. “Can I have it?” she asked, making him chuckled.

“No.‘Cause…” Matty started slowly. “I want to give it to your mom.” he smirked, thinking about Y/n wearing it. 

“As a gift?”

“No exactly, baby.” he let his left arm engulfed her. Together they stared at the little item in front of them. “I want to ask mommy to marry me.”

“Why?” her question so genuine to her nature.

“Because I love her, and I want to spend my entire life with her.”

“Ok.”

“What? Don’t you think it is a good idea?” Amelia shrugged her arms. “Do you know that at weddings, people serve cake?”

“Chocolate cake?” Mel jumped in her place.

“We can choose chocolate cake.”

“When are you going to ask mommy then?”

“I’m not sure, baby.” 

“Matty?” Y/n called from downstairs, scaring father and child.

“Shit- You haven’t heard that!” Amelia laughed. “Don’t tell mom.” he begged, going to hide the box. “What?” he shouted louder so Y/n could hear him

“Can you tidy the kitchen as you promised?”

“Coming, my love.” he answered. “Not a word to anyone, Mel.” he took her little hand between his hands. 

Amelia made a signal sipping her mouth. 

“I love you.” Matty left a kiss on her head.

“Love you, daddy.”

***************************************

The actual proposal…

Matty was about to rip his hair off trying to think the perfect proposal for Y/n. 

Fancy dinner out? Not an option, she would leave him for that. 

Anything remotely big and scandalous? Not a chance. 

Okay, simple then, but when? Where?

He didn’t want to start asking his friends or family because they’d know what was happening, and Matty wanted to keep it a secret until he actually bent his knee. 

Matty continued debating herself in silence, waiting for Y/n to come from upstairs. It was her ‘bedtime’ turn that night.

“Matty?” Y/n snapped her fingers in front of his eyes, startling him back to the present moment.

“What?”

“What?” she asked back, placing her hands on her waist, standing in front of him. “You weren’t listening to me!”

Matty opened and closed his eyes quickly. “I’m sorry, baby.” he brushed off her hands softly, replacing her hands with his around her waist. He brought her closer, hiding his face on her belly. Y/n softened with his actions, letting her fingers comb his wild curls.

“What’s going on, huh?” she wanted to know. Y/n’s boyfriend stayed in silence. “Shit…tell me this is not a new drama.” Y/n leaned backwards, searching for his face.

“No, no…” Matty shook his head. “Nothing like that.”

“Then what?” Y/n insisted.

Matty looked up to her eyes, “Can’t tell you.” 

“Why you can’t?” she stared back, a little hurt. 

“I-”

“The band?”

“No.”

“The label.”

“No.”

“Matty, you’re scaring me.”

“‘s nothing wrong. I- Shit- I was, I’m…” he was making little sense.

“Matty, please. Something is clearly bothering you….you’ve been like this for weeks. I tried not to think too much about it, but I’m really worried. Do you want to leave me?”

“Of course not, Y/n! Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know. You’re not speaking to me…and I-”

“Fuck, okay. I’ll tell you, but I need to get something really quick.”

“Are you going out?” Matty stood from the couch.

“No. Just upstairs, okay?” Matty said before pecking her lips and disappearing. 

Y/n lay down against the cushions, thinking about all the possibilities, but Matty ran back minutes after, interrupting her train of thoughts. 

“I’m back.” Matty announced, staring at her eyes closed. “Baby?”

“Yes.” Y/n turned her head slightly to look at him. 

She noticed his hands were hidden behind his back.

“Okay, this is it.” he whispered to himself. “Remember how I always tell you that since the first moment we meet I’ve been in love with you?” this time he talked to Y/n. 

“Yes?” she said, sceptical. “What have you done?” folding her arms, ready for him to say, he had broke something or let the kids do something they weren't supposed to. 

“I’ll do it the rest of my life,” he continued with his speech. “Although, I want to do it at your side. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and the kids.”

“Yes, that’s my plan too, Matty. What are you on about?” Y/n pushed her body forward, invested in the conversation. 

“Shit- This is coming all out wrong…maybe I should've written a song…”

“Matthew!” Y/n snapped him out of his spiral of anxiety.

“Right, right. Fuck.” Matty approached her, showing her his hands holding the little box.

“What do you have there?” 

Matty sank into his knees, making Y/n gasped.

“Matty?”

“Do you want to marry me, Y/n Y/l/n?” Matty inquired, opening the box.

Y/n placed her hands on top of Matty’s. 

“Yes. Of course, yes!” she answered to his question, taking the box, crying in the process. 

Together they opened the little item.

“I know it doesn’t scream engagement ring, but this was my Nana’s ring.” Matty took it out. 

“Baby…”

“I want you to have it.” Matty stated, placing the ring on her ring finger.

“Fuck, Healy.”

“Not the response I’d been picturing inside my mind but-”

“Shut up!” Y/n stopped his teasing. “I love you so much, Matthew Timothy Healy.” she said, taking his face, bringing it closer to hers.

“Now this feels like I’m in trouble.”

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble, mister.” Y/n said before kissing him. 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

One month after the proposal 

By that time, everyone inside their close circle was aware of the wedding happening as soon as possible. 

That specific day, Matty was in the house’s studio working, and the kids were with his brother, Louis. Grace and Y/n were looking at venues, flowers, and all kind of things for the wedding. Matty walked away from them an hour before, saying he had to work or either the boys would kick him out of the band or something dramatic. He wanted to be there for every detail and not pressure Y/n with everything, it was their wedding at the end. Y/n tried to reassure him it was okay, but it was hard to convince the stubborn singer. 

Grace and Y/n were staring directly at the screen researching about wine, when Y/n started to feel dizzy. She blamed the long hours they had been spent watching stuff in her computer. Y/n tried hard to fight it, but it didn’t go away.

“Fuck.” she closed her eyes, trying to stabilize herself.

“What?” Grace asked, worried. 

“My head is spinning.”

“Okay, that’s our cue to stop for now.”

“No, I-”

“Nah, to the couch…now!”

Y/n did as Grace told her. She didn’t spend five minutes there when a new wave of sickness surprised her. Y/n ran to the bathroom, with Grace following close behind. 

When she stopped puking, Grace stared at her eyes without saying a word but with a knowing look.

“What?” Y/n said.

“Nothing, memories.”

Y/n rested her back into the cold wall, closing her eyes she asked, “Which ones?” 

“Nothing comes to mind?” and Y/n knew what Grace was thinking. 

“Shut up, Grace. It’s impossible.”

“Yeah, you said the same last time…” Y/n’s friend exposed her. “and the time before that one.”

“No, I can’t. The wedding is a few months away.”

Matty walked inside the bathroom after hearing the loud bickering, finding them sitting there. “What’s wrong?” he asked, looking between them, focusing on Y/n’s pale face. 

“Y/n’s puking.” Grace accused her.

“Thanks a lot, Grace.”

“Are you okay, baby?” Matty sat beside his girlfriend

“Mhm, I’m afraid we have to postpone the wedding, Matty.” Y/n looked into his eyes, weakly. 

“What? Don’t you-”

She interrupted before he could think more options.“I think I’m pregnant again.”

“What?”

“Be right back, guys.” Grace exited the house with the plan of buying pregnancy tests for her friend.

“How sure are you?” Matty stoked her hair back. 

“Pretty sure now.” Y/n admitted. “My period had been missing for weeks”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Thought it was a false alarm.”

“Y/n…”

She scrunched her face, “I’m really dizzy to think about this.” Matty chuckled, touching her flat belly.

“Okay. Let’s wait for Grace then.” he said to them both, touching Y/n face, caressing her sweetly.

***********

All positive tests. Matty, Y/n and Grace stood inside the small bathroom looking at the sticks on the sink. 

“Okay, this gives us enough time to find the wine the ratty wants.” Grace said.

“Grace.” Y/n warned her.  

Meanwhile, Matty finally took in the idea of a 3rd baby. “Love…” he whispered, embracing Y/n. 

“I know.” Y/n couldn’t help to start crying. “I can’t believe it.”

“Another baby.”

“Can I be the godmother?” Grace interrupted.

“Course not.” Matty cut her, kissing Y/n shortly. 

Y/n stared instantly down at her belly when Matty placed a hand securely on her –still– flat belly. 

Another baby.

—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Two years later…

As soon as Ruth was old enough to attend and participate in her parent's wedding, Matty and Y/n finally decided the closest date to finally marry. To say that everyone cheered more than the first time they found out speaks for itself.

The night before the big day

“I miss you.” Matty said from the other end of the line.

Y/n hold the blankets of her hotel room higher to cuddle inside. “Haven’t enjoyed your bachelors party?” she inquired, teasing him a little.

“Yes, but I was ready to get in bed with my future wife.”

“Who would’ve thought the big rock star of the century…the problematic…”

“I’m not that any more, I don’t want to either. I need you, inside our bed, in our house with the babies.”

“I do miss them so much.” Y/n admitted 

Matty protested, “No me, then?”

“Yes, I miss you a lot, handsome…but I miss my babies too.”

“I’m your first baby.”

“No, Mel is.” Matty scoffed, keeping the teasing going. 

“I can’t wait for tomorrow.” Y/n changed the direction of the conversation.

“Me too.”

“What if we go and get married right now?” Matty blurbed out the idea.

“Matty, we’ve been waiting years…it’s only a few more hours.”

“I know, I know...but-”

“Sleep, now, Healy.” Y/n instructed. “Can you keep the line going until I feel asleep?”

“Everything for you, wifey.”

“Almost.”

“I don’t need papers.” Matty remind her.

Y/n rolled her eyes, even when he couldn’t see her. “Shut up.”

“I love you.”

“I love you so much, my dear.”

Matty kept rumbling about a quick wedding, until the rhythmic breathing from Y/n side reached his ear, which made him smile a little.

Wedding day

The grooms room 

“Looking dashing as always, Archie!” Ross complimented him. 

“Thanks ‘os.” the little boy giggled due to his godfather’s words.

Matty walked out from the bathroom, asking right away, “How much longer?” to Adam.

“One hour, mate.” the guitarist said for the hundred time in only twenty minutes. 

“Fuck.” he swore and right away heard an ‘oh’ coming from his son. “Sorry! Don’t tell mom.” 

“Fuck.” Arthur repeated, making the entire room laugh.

Matty realized his mistake, adding a “Shit.”

Encouraged by the room, Archie copied again his father’s words, “Shit.”

The room bursted into a group laugh, although before Matty could protest or add another word he wasn’t supposed to say in front of the kids, his mother came through the room’s door.

“Where’s my son?” Denise asked the room.

Being the closer in distance to her, Louis pointed out to Matty’s form standing closer to a window. “Over there.” Louis

“How’s he?” 

Ross joined the conversation, “He’s very anxious.” 

“Do you know that I can still hear you?” Matty reminded them in an exasperated voice.

“What’s wrong Matty?” Denise approached him, sensing his nerves. 

Matty breathed out, “I need to see her. This is worse than being miles way from home. She’s right there.” he pointed with his hand to the other room.

“It’s just one hour.” Denise rearranged his tie, patting his chest. 

“I know but-”

“What’s an hour compared to the rest of your life, Matthew?” his mother spoke the right words. The words he needed to hear right there and then. 

“Right, right.” 

The brides room

Y/n stepped outside the separated room, walking towards her mother, Grace, Denise, and the rest of the bridesmaids. The reaction was unanimous, a general gasp travelled around the room. 

Y/n waited for someone to speak, but the room fell into an intense silence, until Mel stepped towards her mother.

“Mommy, you look really beautiful.” she said, looking up at her eyes. Y/n held the strong urge to burst into tears. 

“Thank you, my love.” 

“You look amazing, Y/n.” Grace approached her, holding Ruth in her arms. “Marry me instead?” 

Y/n rolled her eyes, breaking some tension on her body. “Shut up, Grace.”

Denise and Y/n’s mother shared a couple of tears and a few tissues before approaching the bride. 

Little bit after, the photographer urged Y/n and all women inside the room to exit the room so they can take pictures before the sun disappeared completely. 

The moment was closer and closer. 

The ceremony

Matty turned around when the melody –him and G worked for ages to marvelled it for that exact moment– reached his ears. The presents stayed sited, meanwhile Amelia showed up at the end of the long aisle holding on one hand the box with her parent’s. Amelia stood for a few seconds –waiting for the time of the song, she was supposed to start walking–, sporting a dress similar to the bridesmaids one but with a different style. She kept Ruth closer to her left side, holding her tiny hand, and on her other side Arthur fixed his eyes on her older sister, waiting for her to start the march. 

When the beat was right, Mel started making her way towards Matty and Ross, who officiated as the chief of ceremony. Ruth and Arthur tried their best to follow her. 

Matty didn’t wait a second to approached his children when they were a few meters away from him. 

“Hi, guys.” he kneeled down, forgetting the surroundings. 

A chorus of shy hellos reached Matty’s ears, making him incredible emotional. 

“Do you have something for me, mel-mel?” the singer asked, forcing Amelia to look up at him while she extended the box, nodding repeatedly. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, daddy.” 

Matty took a look to each one of their faces, until he broke, saying, “come here.” embracing the three children into a thigh hug.

“Go with grandma, okay?” he encouraged them and they obeyed. 

After the children stood beside Denise and Susanne, Matty returned to his place on the altar, surrounded by the flowers Y/n and him picked for it. He rearranged his tie and his blazer, sensing how Ross placed a comforting hand on his shoulder while the bridesmaids and grooms men walked to their places. George and Charli threw him a knowing look and smiles, meanwhile Grace showed him her tongue in a cheeky action that made him laugh out loud. 

The music changed its tempo and Matty knew it was the time. As if time stopped, he watched Y/n walked down the aisle with her arm hocked on Adam’s bicep. She had asked him if he would do the honour since his father wasn’t there to do it, and he said yes right away. The presents stood up, wanting to look at the gorgeous bride. 

Matty realized he was crying when he heard Ruth cry. He turned a minute away from Y/n to check she was alright, which his future wife copied. The little girl distress was a reaction to see him cry. Denise made a weird sign around her face, but he understood and dried them quickly. Ruth was too young to understand those were happy tears. 

Matty stepped down the altar, coming closer to Y/n and Adam. He kept his eyes on Y/n, smiling at her, until Adam patted his back.

“Take care of her, or I’ll kick your ass. You know that we like her and the kids more than you.” Adam teased him, maintaining a sterned look on his face.

“I know, I will. I promise.”

“All the best, guys.” the guitarist said, after hugging Y/n for half a second. 

“Thanks, Adam.”

“Thanks, mate.”

Once Adam was gone, Matty took her hands on his. He sensed her body trembling. 

“You look amazing, my love.” 

“Not more than you, handsome.” 

“Shall we?”

“Please.”

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The ceremony was short.  Ross started saying a few sweet words and embarrassing them both to lighten the mood. The breeze brushed against the flowers, making them dance all around them and turning the evening into a magic one.

“Who wants to start saying their vows?”

“Me!” Y/n shouted, making the crowd laugh. 

“Ladies first.”

“Only because I know they aren’t as good as yours, since you do this for a living.” Y/n admitted, reaching for the paper that Grace extended for her. “Okay, Matthew...Matty, my love.”

“Yes, dear.”

“Shut up and listen.” Matty did as he was told, holding a belly laugh, while friends and family reacted as expected. “I think it’s important that I start telling you that I love you, Matty Healy. Maybe it didn’t happen right since the very first start, but I don’t care. We don’t believe in the tales we used to read or watch when we were children about the perfect story. 

“Ours was a mess, and I’ll do it all again if this is the end. You and I together against everything, and with our babies very close to us. I love you, Matty. I love every single part of you…I want to continue until the end of our days and so beyond holding your hand, loving you daily. Even though, I hate when you wake me up every time an idea for a melody or half of a lyric pops into your curly head, I won’t change it for anything in this world. The way you are as a partner and as a father to our children is a part not everyone gets to witness, and I wish I’ll be always there to do it.” 

“Thanks for never stop fighting for us even in the hardest moments and for holding me every time that I’ve needed it. I love you, Matty.”

“Okay.” Ross interrupted before Matty could say a word or hold Y/n further than just her hand. “Your turn, mate.”

Matty dried his tears for a second time that night. “You left me speechless, baby. As always…” he talked directly into her eyes. “What I can tell you that you don’t know, Y/n? You know me better than anyone, sometimes you know me better than myself, and that’s a lot. What I can tell you that I haven’t put into the songs I write thinking about you and that are for you?” 

“You came into my life to change it completely, baby. I fell hard and bad for you…my heart didn’t stand a chance, how would it? Y/n, you’re the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me beside the guys and our kids…our babies, as you said…you gave me the honour to be their father, to grow a family. Before you, I thought I was incapable of it…and so much more. I know you don’t like to hear this, but you made me a better man and a better person. Without you, nothing has meaning, my love. Without you beside me, telling me that you love me, I don’t know how to live. So please, make me lucky for the rest of my poor existence and say yes…yes to take me as your husband, yes to love me forever, yes to the bright future we have in front of us…that’s all I need to hear, Y/n.” 

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Ross started asking Matty, "Matthew Timothy, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live

together in matrimony, to love her, to honour her, to comfort her, and to keep her

in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." Matty stated, smiling while holding Y/n’s hands. 

The bassist turned to look at Y/n, "Y/f/n Y/s/n, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, to honour him, to comfort him, and to keep

him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Y/n said, "I do."

“Now, Matty.” Ross continued the ceremony. "Repeat after me."

"I, Matthew,”

“I, Matthew,”

“take you Y/n, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

So Matty repeated staring into Y/n eyes. They maintained the eye contact until Y/n took her turn to repeat the words Ross said. 

“Matty.” his friend interrupted, taking his attention, offering the little box Amelia brought. “Place the ring on Y/n's finger and to repeat the following, I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." 

Matty spoke out loud for everyone to hear his words, placing the ring on Y/n fingers with all the delicacy. Ross urged Y/n to copy Matty’s actions on the other way. Y/n caressed her husband’s hand slightly. That was it. 

Ross said, "By virtue of the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." he finished turning to Matty’s face, saying,  "You may kiss the bride."

“Fucking finally!” Matty protested, embracing Y/n into a thigh hug while his lips met hers into a loving kiss that sealed the pact forever. 

[gothlcsan]

BITE ME

xiaojun x reader

genre: smut 18+

synopsis: You go to a halloween party, get ditched by your friends, meet someone who is very alluring. Deciding to follow him around leads you to unexpected things.

word count: 2k+

warnings: vampire, noncon to dubcon, kissing, biting, no mention of foreplay, protection, or aftercare. smut > plot. creampie, degrading, blood, and cum eating

Cross Posted on A03

© gothlcsan 2023. all rights reserved.

You had originally agreed to go to a halloween party with your group of friends, dressing up as a slightly cliché sexy vampire. What you hadn’t planned for was them ditching you at said party and you now being stuck on the uncomfortable couch as a couple grossly makes out on your right side. Yes, you could leave but it was only eleven at night and the idea of wasting your night curled up in bed eating slightly stale popcorn and watching movies wasn’t what you were wanting. Getting death glares as you move off the couch, accidentally bumping into the couple sitting next to you, you tread slowly into the kitchen trying to not stumble over the amount of people everywhere. The kitchen is slightly less crowded but still a seemingly good makeout spot as you have to carefully reach around a couple sitting on the counter, grabbing an unopened bottle of beer.

“Can you hand me one?” A voice behind you makes you jump, turning around to be face to face with another vampire. You shyly turn around and manage to grab another, handing it to him with a smile. He thanks you with a smile before turning away to walk back into the living room, something in you deciding to follow him close behind. He stops midway up the stairs to the second floor, you having to clench the banister to stop from accidentally tumbling over the edge. Turning around he stares at you with a mix of both confusion and amusement asking what you were doing. That question stumps you, you replying that you weren’t exactly sure but you wanted to get to know him. He shakes his head with a little laugh and tells you ok before continuing up the stairs.

“I don’t think I need help in the bathroom.” He says, going inside the bathroom and locking the door behind himself. That made you giggle to yourself, did he really think you’d follow him inside the bathroom? Well, to be fair, you had started randomly following him around the house; the reason still unbeknownst to you. He finally finished up, coming out of the bathroom and sighing when he saw you still sitting across from the door looking up at him with a grin.

“You took so long.” He rolled his eyes and replied. “That was the point.”

He steps over your legs and walks towards a bedroom, you following behind like a stray cat, gasping as you're slammed up against the closed door. You stare at the man with wide eyes, his demeanor different from a few moments ago, he felt cold against the skin he touched you on. He doesn’t speak simply staring into your eyes as if trying to read you, wanting to understand why you decided to tail him around the last hour. His cold hand reaching for your chest makes you shiver as he pulls down the top of your shirt slightly as if inspecting your collarbones for something. Not speaking, he lets go of the fabric, the scrunched up material snapping back into place.

“What are you looking for?” You questioned, his hands working around your thighs and waist like a security guard. He stands back up and glares at you asking why you kept following him. You reply once more you simply felt intrigued by him and you instinctively followed him around. Calling you a liar, he pushes against you, his face almost buried into your neck as he pulls your hair back to get a full view of it.

“Where’s your mark?”

“My what?” You gasp as he pulls you towards the bed, manhandling you as if you weighed nothing. Falling against your back, you blush as your already tiny skirt rolls up leaving you entirely exposed to this stranger. He yanks down your thigh highs acting feverish on the hunt for something. You tell him to back off, kicking him in the groin giving you a minute to sit up and ask him what his problem was. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he yanks you up to stare into his eyes, the orbs now a bright rich golden brown.

“Your marking, where is it? Don’t lie to me and say you’re not a hunter, why else would you be so keen on following me all night?”

Staring at him with a slightly scared and confused expression, you smack his arm off your hair, getting into his face.

“I don’t know how drunk you are but firstly, why in the hell would I be hunting humans. Secondly, don’t you ever try to undress me without my consent again.”

He growls and pins you against the mattress, you angrily cussing him out until he shuts you up with a hand pressed to your mouth.

“So, you’re wanting to play dumb, huh? You’re not a vampire hunter then, you just decided after one look you just had to follow me around? I wasn’t born yesterday, be honest and tell me you’ve come to kill me.” He said, baring his teeth at you, fangs adoring his mouth.

You can’t help but laugh, swearing under your breath as you mockingly tell him that you’re not into roleplay and this was starting to turn you off. He tells you to stop pretending to be dumb before he rips your throat out mockingly begging him to do anything besides that. His body shakes over yours, you hissing between your teeth as he yanks off your skirt, scratching your stomach slightly.

“Fuck off, you prick. What is wrong with you?”

He jams his knee in between your thighs making you groan as it dangerously brushes against your clothed cunt slightly. You stare at him and tell him to stop, shaking your head as you plead with him that you have no idea what he’s talking about, your mind growing fuzzy. His voice deep as he tells you to confess, you pleading for him to let you go, tears pricking your eyes as he strips you from your clothes all together. Coldness spreads across your body leaving goosebumps in their wake as his fingers trail over your skin, still looking for a mark. You had no idea what he was saying or doing, your head an utter mess as you beg yourself not to give in to this. His fingers brush up against your inner thighs as he pulls them apart leaving you fully exposed to him, embarrassed as he leans down to inspect you. Cold fingers spreading your wet pussy open, blushing profusely as he pulls away with a grunt, asking if you really weren’t a hunter after all. Anger fuels you again and you sit up, kicking him just barely as he catches your leg before it does too much damage.

“I told you that I wasn’t a hunter, you psycho. What a lame excuse to undress someone.” You sneer, going to move off the bed being stopped as his voice fills your mind.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were a hunter, you followed me for a long time, you hadn’t asked me for a name or offered your own. You were completely innocent and I’m sorry for invading you the way I did.” He spoke with such poise you stared at him completely quiet unsure of what to say. You hated the fact you were sitting naked next to him, that he was handsome and dark, that made the ache between your thighs worse. Asking for his name he replied with, “Xiaojun,” you giving him yours as you two sat in an awkward quietness. He offers to hand you your clothes and maybe you should’ve taken them and left but your body spoke before your mouth did, pushing him back against the bed climbing onto his lap.

“Maybe you couldn’t find a mark but who’s stopping you from making your own?”

He looks at you with widened eyes before they hood over, intensely watching you as you grind against his bulge, pushing your breasts together. Xiaojun tells you to hover as he kicks off his pants, you leaning down to wrap a hand around the band. Slowly pulling back allowing his cock to spring out, falling hard against his abdomen. A hot wave runs over your skin as you lean your head forward giving the tip a few teasing licks, the coldness making you shiver. He’s animalistic the way he holds your head into place giving you no time to think as he fucks into your throat, nose buried into his pubes unable to breathe much. Pulling back you gasp and cough trying to pull air into your lungs choking from a mix of your saliva and his cum. He pats your face gently as he pulls you off his lap, climbing over you his entire aura changing in seconds. His silver hair falling down his face, his fingers pressed against your hips, and eyes so dark making you shake in subtle fear and anticipation. Begging for him to stop stalling you whine as he presses the tip of his cock against your folds, rutting against you making you so wet he struggled to keep himself aligned.

“You’re such a mess for me, hm?” His words felt hot against your ear, humming in agreement as he continued to rub himself against your leaking cunt. The teasing became unbearable as you cling to him begging for him to fuck you, whimpering as he tells you to ask again nicely.

You swallow your pride, widening your wet eyes adorned with a pout. “Please, I need you to fuck me so badly, please.”

With a praise he thrusts into you, you gasping loudly at the unexpected stretch. His girth made you wonder if you’d tear, Xiaojun pulling noises from you with ease, his thrusts calculated and deep. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you pleaded for him to go harder, the soreness of his thighs hitting yours making your head drown with need. He places his fingers into your mouth, your tongue welcoming the intrusion by licking the cool metal of his rings. The expression on his face makes you wild, loving the way he stared at you like you were nothing more than this, which wouldn’t be false. Your tongue knicks against the sharp side of one of the rings, the metallic taste of blood filling your mouth. Xiaojun stops mid thrust, his eyes widening as he removes his fingers from your mouth. A mix of saliva and blood coats his fingers, looking back at them and you seemingly in shock you go to apologize but stop as he cleans his fingers with his own tongue, humming at the taste. He leans back down to bring you into a heated kiss, his tongue swirling around yours in a frenzy. It takes you aback from the slight aggression, gasping when he pulls his mouth away.

“You taste so good.” He growls while bringing you back into a kiss, starting his thrusts again making you shake underneath him. Your mind is unable to think about anything besides him, falling into a headspace you’ve never reached before. He was addictive and the way he held your face in one hand to kiss your neck while never once slowing down his hips, made your eyes roll into the back of your head. The red hot knot in your stomach continued to grow rapidly, you at the point begging for him to let you cum not sure that you’d be able to last any longer. Your body was covered in bruises and scratches, your hair tangled, and makeup running down your cheeks as you cried from the pleasurable pain.

You wrap your hands around his throat forcing him to kiss you once more as your thighs convulse. He pulls his head back to look down as he pins you down, you whining that you wanted his kisses, ignoring you as he chases his own orgasm.

“Xiaojun, please, no, you need to pull out.”

You scream into his chest as he cums in you, the feeling of his cock twitching in you as he rides out his orgasm, making you cry and moan simultaneously. Slowly pulling out he smirks watching the cum leak from your abused hole, pooling under you in a mess. It’s cold, gross, and sticky making you want to cry harder, those feelings being brushed away as Xiaojun presses his fingers into you. You cringe watching him place his messily covered fingers into his mouth before placing a kiss against your lips. Tasting both him and yourself against his lips aroused you, head tilting back as he cleaned you with his skilled tongue not caring about the pain surging through your veins as the venom reached your unexpecting heart. Xiaojun’s venomous bites decorating your body, having decided on the fact he needed to keep you as his for eternity; whether you wanted that for yourself or not. You weren’t complaining however as you wake up freshly turned, climbing onto Xiaojun’s lap and giving him a taste of his own medicine, breaking his sanity into tiny pieces as you pulled orgasm after orgasm from him.

[selfloverrrrrr]

ok but… im curious maybe part 2 of the college incident (the gojo one)

Here's your requested one....

Hope you gonna like it<3

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The College Incident ( part-2)

Warning: manipulating, jealousy, blood, murder, Yandere.....

Part-1

Masterlist

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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The next morning I woke up. I slowly woke up suddenly felt a pain between my legs. A small gasp came from my mouth as I felt that pain. Suddenly I realised, remembered all those things happened last night. My heart beat fasten. I looked over my shoulder and saw Gojo sleeping. He was cuddling me with one of his hand on my waist. We both were still naked. I took a deep breath and got up. I slowly pushed his hand. As I tried to get off the bed I felt his hand again on my waist pulled me harshly towards him and he got on top of me. He could see the fear in my eyes. He was starting deep in my eyes.

" you're being a bad girl again..." He whispered while stroking my hair with his fingers. " G-Gojo please" my voice cracked. " Please what?" He whispered again. " Please let me go" I begged him. Hearing those words he got angry and grabbed my cheek harshly. " Why do you want to go away from me darling? You still want Suguru?.... Listen carefully.... I will kill everyone.... Every fucking one who will try to get you.... even if it's Suguru.... I'll kill him too" he whispered in a angry voice. " You're a smart girl... You know very well what you have to do... Now get ready... We have to go college". He said and went up.

He went to the shower and got ready. Then he came with me in my room. I got shower. After that I brushed my hair and wore my pants. He forced me to wear his hoodie so everyone in the college could understand that we're in a relationship. Even though he was forcing me to do it. He didn't let me cover those hickeys from the last night. He wants everyone to see it.

After getting outside of our hostel We both got into Gojo's car and went to the college. He stopped the car and looked at me. " You know that you have to love me and make everyone believe that you love me right?" He whispered. I didn't reply just kept silent. We got out of the car and started walking together. We were holding each other's hands. When we entered the classroom everyone looked shoked as if they saw a lion. Geto, Shoko and Mei Mei came to us. " What the.... Y/n??? What's happening???" Shoko asked. " We're dating" Gojo said. I put on a fake smile. " But y/n... Didn't you tell us someone else's name whom you love?" Mei Mei asked. " Yeah I did.... Because Gojo was there right behind us.... that's why I told you that.... But that yesterday evening he proposed me and I accepted that " I replied with a smile. " Okey... then congratulations" Shoko and Mei Mei said with a smile. Geto hugged gojo " what Satoru.... Didn't think of telling me about it? Anyways.... Congratulations" Geto said with a smile. " Yeah man.... Thanx" Gojo replied.

From the time I entered the college today all the girls were giving me the dirtiest look I have ever seen. When me, Shoko and Mei Mei went to the canteen there were three girls already. We went to a table of five because Gojo and Geto told us to save sits for them they're coming in a moment. We saw those girls reaching our table. " Hey you" the girl named Mai pointed at me. " Yes?" I replied. " I wanna know why you were coming in the college holding Gojo's hand today and why the fuck are you wearing his hoodie?" She spoke in a mean tone. " Because he's her boyfriend " Shoko replied her with the same tone she gave me. " What? Keep dreaming.... He'd never date a slut like you. He's handsome rich guy... And you're just a whore" she said with chuckle. Right then we saw Gojo and Geto entered the canteen. They reached for our table. Seeing them coming Mai pulled her top down to show more of her cleavage. When Gojo and Geto reached our table Mai spoke in a creepiest voice I have ever heard " heyyyyyy Gojoooo" but he totally ignored her like she wasn't there and went towards me. He sat beside me, give me a kiss and pulled me on his lap. Mai's eyes widened. " Gojo? Are you dating her?" She asked. " Hm" Gojo replied. She bend on the table like she wants to shove her breasts in Gojo's face " why her... You could have asked me ~" she tried to speak in a seductive voice. " Because I don't want to date a CHEAP WHORE" Gojo said with a straight face. Mai's eyes widened. I even got shocked. Shoko and Mei Mei started giggling. Mai couldn't control these so she and her friends went out of the canteen.

It was my off period. Gojo's lacture was ongoing. I finally feel some relief that gojo wouldn't be near me for some time. I headed to the library which was exactly opposite of our classroom. I went in. I was looking at the bookshelf suddenly hear someone calling my name. I turned around and saw Haibara. " Oh hey" I replied with a smile. " I'm fine... I heard you and Gojo went in a relationship....well congratulations" he said and give his hand to me. I shook his hand. " Thank you... and I like your breslet btw" I said. " Oh thank you..." He said and then we went on our own business.

Time passed. It was night already. I completed my dinner and was going to sleep when I heard a knock on my door. I went towards the door and opened it. I saw Gojo standing there. " What are you doing here at this time???" I asked. " Why.... I'm here to sleep with my girlfriend " he said but my eyes went towards his shirt which were drenched in blood. My eyes go wide. He came inside without my permission. I locked the door. " Gojo!.... What have you done now?" I asked. " Hmm~hmm~" he hummed while taking off his shirt. " Satoru I'm asking something!" I said in a low voice so outsiders can't hear it. " And I'm ignoring it" he said and took off his shirt. " Oh and this.... You liked it right?" He said and put something in my hand. When he removed his hand I saw a breslet. My eyes widened. It was Haibara's breslet. " N-no no....no.... Satoru you didn't-" " Yes I did..... How dare he touched what's mine.." Gojo said. I started at the breslet with disbelief. Tears came in my eyes. Gojo went on the bed. " Come on darling.... I'm so tired rn... I need a good sleep.... come here and sleep with me ~" Gojo cooed.

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[vermithorn]

crying and begging for a little aemond pegging drabble in these times

AEMOND + PEGGING

contains: afab!reader, modern!aemond, strap-on dildo, pegging, anal fingering, too much lube (please use it),

author’s note: got two requests for this with aemond, so i hope y’all like it! I WANT HIM OK I WANT HIM SO BAD HES SO ANNOYING I WILL TAKE CARE OF HIM !

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Aemond’s eye stared at you, breathing heavily with a frown on him. “I am sure, stop asking.”

You rolled your eyes, taking a step closer to him, as he was laying on the bed, an emotionless expression on his face as you caressed his jaw, tracing his scar gently. He looked up at you, his lilac eye studying your movements.

“I just want to make sure we are on the same page, love.” He scoffed but didn’t move away from your touch.

“I am sure,” He repeated, trying his best to conceal his excitement, but you could easily read through him. “I want this.”

You smirked, “I know you do, but I wonder,” Your hand traced his thighs until they reached his cock, your left hand stayed there slowly pumping it, and the other kept his path downwards his perineum until you had two fingers deep inside his stretched (and very lubed) hole, “I could just keep fingering your tight little ass, making you come with only my fingers.”

Aemond was a curious man, after all, he wanted to try everything once for the sake of knowledge. He brought up the idea in the first place, and you were more than delighted to comply.

He made sure to have all the supplies for the event and did extensive research he later forwarded you via fucking email.

He grunted, looking at you impatiently, but his eye betrayed him, the intense lust he felt in that precise moment was too much for him.

“I want you to fuck me, I won’t repeat myself.” His voice broke at the last word when your two fingers brushed his prostate. “F-fuck you.”

“Love, don’t be rude.” He gasped, muffling a moan with his hand as your fingers kept moving inside of him, nudging ever so slightly on his prostate.

You decided he was ready when he started shivering, not wanting him to peak before you got a chance to bury yourself in his tight hole.

He watched you remove your fingers from his hole and your hand from his cock, taking a step towards your nightstand where everything was carefully laid out by him a few hours before.

You took pleasure seeing him gulp as you dropped your sweatpants to the floor, revealing your bare cunt to him. You slowly started sliding into the strap-on, securing it the belt on your waist. You picked the size against Aemond’s wishes to have a choice in the matter, a very nice 7-inch dildo attached to the strap-on in a lilac color, almost matching Aemond’s eye.

You turned around to show him the dildo fully, which was standing up and proudly lilac, you grinned at him. “How do I look?”

His pupil dilated, licking his lips, “Good.”

You rolled your eyes, walking towards the bed. “All fours, love.” He complied with a grunt of annoyance, his body moving swiftly and hair falling from his shoulders as he took his position, presenting his gaping hole to you.

“My love, you look so pretty like this,” You caressed his back, a hand softly trailing from his spine to his hole, adding more lube, the coldness of it making him tremble. “Why we haven’t done this before? I want to die inside of you.”

He did his best to muffle a moan, and in a moment of weakness he whispered, “Make love to me.”

“I will, my love.” You lubed the strap on, putting an absurd amount on the lilac dildo, you positioned yourself behind Aemond, the tip of your cock on his hole, teasing him as you slowly eased in.

He gasped, writhing as you pushed into him watching mesmerized as your plastic cock eased into his gaping hole. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.”

You tried going slow, but he rocked his hips backward until he had your cock buried inside his ass, he whined loudly as he stilled.

“This.. this feels so good.” You knew he was blushing furiously as he stuttered the words out.

You grinned wolfishly, “Want to come only thanks to my cock, love?”

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[starythewriter]

KINKMAS 5 vinnie x you.

TW:sex duh, use of word slut, intense.

A/N: all of my KINKMAS stories will be posted at or BY 5PM PST! But usually they’ll be posted much sooner! But my commitment will stay the same to post everyday till Christmas!

& YES! There will be days closer to Christmas that yall will get 2 stories in ONE day! Not just one everyday. Stay tuned!

the both you end up visiting a New York event with very high class people. he had a very hot suit, while you were wearing a enticing dress with high heels.he has to keep from running his eyes all over your body (and failing). he keeps trying to convince himself that this is just one of many occasions where you’re just another girl in the crowd. but it was clearly hard, the both f you did not know what to do.

you quickly walked to talk with Jack Harlow, who was on the floor playing a game, before the next group arrived. your conversation was short and sweet. you didn’t ask for the date but at least you tried, you were a good girl. he had the same thought.

you walked into the hall, looking around. you felt someone grab your wrist.

“hey. how about you come dance with me? I’m sure your husband won’t mind.” you didn’t want to let him down by saying no. but the idea was so tempting. ‘maybe when this night ends’. your thoughts kept repeating in your head. you and Jack danced beautifully the flashing lights made it seem like a fancy ball, blue, green, pink magenta, every color was being projected across the room. it was beautiful, you shortly finished dancing and moved on to whisper seductive things into jacks ear. you could tell he was getting excited. he looked at you with such lustful eyes.

you took him into a private stall, you slowly started to grind up against him, he already knew the plan, while you were grinding against him, he reached down to his boxers and started to rub himself. he grabbed you tightly and pulled you close to kiss you passionately. you kissed back and put your hand under his shirt. you slid it up and down his chest, enjoying his reaction. he moaned, you could feel how aroused he really was. you continued the kissing until finally you couldn’t take any more. you started to bounce however, he kept rubbing harder. you got desperate and started to bite onto his neck. He pushed you back and held you there. You kept biting into his neck, which caused him to moan even louder. he pulled you up again and pressed against you. you couldn’t help but squeal because the both of you were now very much in heat. he placed you down carefully then removed his boxers, his cock was huge, you noticed, you stared up at his face, waiting for him to make eye contact with you. he lifted you up as well and brought you down hard onto him. how, you moaned, and put his boxers back on. “finish without me.”

Jack groaned loudly but got to work.

“I’ll help you”

you say In a slutty voice while you slowly rub your insides he keeps jerking off… yntill he reaches his peak. “forgive me your just too… Fucking hot.”

he came… you smiled.

“I want you to do something for me sir…”

“anything my lady…”

“give me some cash”

you got the biggest amount of cash ever…. you were surpised…as Jack gave you 100s…

you have him a kiss slipping away…

into the grasp of vinnie hacker…

“hey vin…”

“hey darling… come here I’ve been waiting for you all night… have you been ignoring me?”

you moaned. he quickly grabbed you and you both got into another stall, he quickly took his shirt off….you could see his perfect abs…..he began sucking on your breasts. you moaned in pleasure.you both fell onto the bed and he immediately started fucking you...He was so hot, and he knew it..your lovemaking was going better than ever before……”get on top of me and be my slut ok?”

“yes vin…”

you started to ride him, he was thrusting faster and deeper into you.“mmm… yes vin… please…” you whimpered and bit down hard onto his neck.. He stopped thrusting and gently stroked your hair.“that’s my girl.”“my beautiful girl…” he muttered lovingly in between kisses.. You wanted him to touch you again and he obliged, his hands were on your thighs. He lifted you up and positioned you, he entered you, he was thrusting fast and deep into you..You both groaned.. It felt amazing..he slammed his hips into you once again...and again...and again..“ohhh god!” he moaned.... You screamed out loud and climaxed inside him... you were both panting and sweating. he wrapped his arms around you tightly and started kissing your neck, softly sucking, nibbling and nipping...You sighed heavily... You loved it...You enjoyed it...

you both gave some more hmph. to eachother… vinnie laid there with his dick inside of you…

you were both just enjoying this moment.

you were happy because you knew the power you hold over men…

it make you feel so egotistical sometimes but you made sure it wouldn’t consume you, you got dressed again acting like nothing happened all night.

you walked to a big yellow table, seeing vinnie sitting across from you, all of his friends was there.

you loved the sight of him… it turned you on… you sat down next to him… his hand instantly went to your ass pulling you closer to him...“so you were mine last night huh?” he whispered into your ear, smirking and looking into your face… his fingers were running through your hair, massaging your scalp.“yeah”...you giggled…

you sat next to him since you didn’t want to sit across from him.

you both ate, after a while you both finished talkign dancing and doing some deals.

you both went home and took a nice long bath, and then fell asleep!

the end!