#might be a little slow to do on every load though...

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work is slow today so i updated my giant gene sheet, this huge gap scares me a little. what do you mean theres nothing there.

[takes1]

ur blog is so pretty...

if you are okay with it, do you have any headcanons bout what type or p0rn the Karasuno boys would watch? 🌹

what type of p*rn would the karasuno team watch?

warnings. heavy nsfw under the cut. minors DNI

characters. suga. daichi. asahi. tsukki. kageyama. hinata. nishinoya. tanaka. yamaguchi. details. lots of kink discussion - just about anything you can think of

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suga९᠀ - likes a good storyline video. loves a bad one. shitty acting gets him laughing, and he needs every chance he can get to feel as though he isn't sinning. won't say no to an amateur flick, but he likes the structure of 4k videos, and is a suuuucker for the 'oiled up' aesthetic.

asahi९᠀ - buddy has a rampant size kink that doesn't get much of an outlet. downside: most videos that cater to this are not what he wants, because of the unavoidable infantilization in most of them. so he opts for amateur vids with bigger guys turning out their smaller girlfriends, wives; extra props if there's some real, organic dirty talk, or if it happens to be super low-quality.

daichi९᠀ - has no shame about his oral fixation. face fucking. deepthroat. he's got any video with some lucky dude getting good head memorized by the title and the preview. his favorites are either: when the guy stays hands-off and silent, or when she takes a load down her throat. not much in between.

tsukishima ९᠀ - is a filthy animal with a porn addiction. will watch/has watched just about everything under the sun. he had a bukkake faze, a gangbang faze, but is now proudly serving his bdsm faze with specific interest in femdoms. shiny, black heels get him hard in an instant. has done the tried-and-true bdsm questionnaire in his spare time and does heaps of research on the community, usually as a pregame to jerking off.

kageyama ९᠀ - no particular preferences. but if he's got a crush on somebody, he will strictly watch lookalikes. it wasn't a conscious habit at first, but after the third time it happened, he couldn't articulate any other reason to look up seven descriptors in the search bar and get 0 results. how well/quickly he gets off is based on how well the actor or subject looks his crush. it's a long endeavor, too. he edges for as long as he can, and almost always does it twice.

hinata ९᠀ - can't watch porn long enough to build any strong preferences. has sensitivity/premature ejaculation issues, so he tends to just listen to whatever video he landed on. this has opened more of a pipeline to nsfw audios, instead. loves the sound of two bodies coming together, especially all the little pants and huffs in a video that aren't faked. has gotten insanely good at being able to tell if it's fake, too.

nishinoya ९᠀ - doesn't watch videos; similar problem to hinata. instead, yuu buys physical hentai novels. big fan of monster-fucking. tentacle stuff is a staple in his readable porn. he guards his collection with his life and would sooner lose a limb than have anybody go near the shelf that he keeps them hidden behind. once, asahi stood too close during a sleepover and -naturally- yuu bit him as a distraction, just to get him away from the area.

tanaka ९᠀ - wlw videos. solo-girl vids. he can't stand to watch something with a guy in it. it's huge turn-off, especially when the dude is too loud, or in the way, too soft, or straight-up ugly. learned to love the slow, women-catered stuff that's 40 minutes long and has plot to follow. also picked up a lot of tongue tricks from these vids, too. (congrats, kiyoko!)

yamaguchi ९᠀ - mmf threesomes. i think ya'll know what i'm getting at, here. either he 1: is poly and doesn't know it, 2: is gay and doesn't know it, 3: is genuinely very enticed by the idea of overstimulating a gorgeous girl, OR 4: can't see himself as enough for a potential partner, and this might be a subconscious way of evading that insecurity.

notes. i'm very sorry to any who were looking for ennoshita, kinoshita, or narita. i tried, but genuinely couldn't get anything going for any of them. they all seem like nice guys, but there's no material that i can properly make nasty.

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[dykeadvocate]

trigger happy

pairing: dark!abby x afab!reader

summary: abby fucks you with a gun that may or may not be loaded.

content: noncon, hints of kidnapping, gun play, penetration, crying, begging, threats, fear of dying, clit rubbing, manipulation, abby just being an evil sick cunt.

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The tip of her gun trails down your clit, making your hips twitch and pussy clench. You’re raw and sensitive; she’s been using your overstimulated holes for hours. The gun was something new, though, and that scares you. Abby is insane. She loves you, but wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you. You have no idea if the gun is loaded or not.

“You’ve been pissing me off lately,” Abby grunts, slapping your pussy with the side of her gun. 

You whimper, fighting the urge to pull away from her. “I’m sorry.”

Your senses are heightened. You feel how drenched the sheets underneath you are and how sticky your body is from your sweat and cum. Alarm bells are screaming in your head to run, but it’s a stupid thought. The windows have bars on them, and every door is bolted shut. 

“Always sorry, but never changing.” 

Your pussy eagerly sucks in her gun, her thrusts slow and deep, and her thumb rubs large, lazy circles on your clit. You moan, fisting the sheets beneath you, almost falling into that state of blissed out pleasure before being violently reminded that the gun might be loaded.

Her finger rests on the trigger, a smug look on her face. She knows you’re scared, and she’s getting off to it. “Do you think I loaded it?”

“Uhm, I don’t- I’m not sure.” You stutter.

The click of the safety being turned off makes your heart drop. She continues to fuck you with the gun, her pace picking up and becoming rougher. Your juices leak down the gun and onto Abby’s hand. 

“Abby, please, I’m sorry!” You cry. 

You don’t want to die, not like this. You try to pull away from Abby, but she growls, holding you to the mattress with a grip that will leave you bruised. Your hits and punches are weak enough that Abby just ignores them.

You cum with a strangled moan, your back arching and eyes scrunching shut. She keeps the gun deep inside of you, her evil smile widening as you open your eyes, pure fear settling back over your face.

“You wanna know if I loaded it or not?”

You shake your head, “No, no, no. Abby, please, no. I’ll change, please-”

Click.

You tense, expecting to be in unbelievable pain, but feel nothing. You let out a sob of relief, tears streaming down your face. Abby coos, cradling your face and kissing the tip of your nose.

“Such a little crybaby.”

[finelinevogue]

request for harry since the hrought has gone far too long i fear. okay but have you seen the pap photos of dua lipa and callum turner at a restaurant or of them in paris and they look like they’re in a romcom? i just thought idea would be great 🫂

worth the wait

omg omg yes yes!!! thank you so much for sending this in eeekkk!!!

word count - 1.4k

pairing - harry styles x gf!reader

Is Harry Styles finally settling down with childhood friend Y/N L/N?

“What are you reading?”

Harry walked through the balcony doors and onto the small terrace where you were reading the morning newspaper.

The morning was beautiful.

You and Harry had woken up in the romantic city of Paris. Your hotel room was on a quaint Parisian street and was high up enough to see the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

The little balcony was only big enough to store a garden table and two chairs, along with a couple of decorative plant pots. It was the perfect place to have a slow morning with your boyfriend.

“The morning newspaper.” You said as you ate your way through a croissant. Your cappuccino was half drunk and your glass of orange juice nearly finished.

“The newspaper? They still make those?” Harry joked.

“Harry, love. You are so out of touch with the world.”

He carefully shoved your head away from him in retaliation for your teasing.

He smelt like coconut and something sweet after his shower. His hair was still a little damp on the top and his cheeks still rosy from the heat of the bathroom.

Harry took a pastry for himself and poured out his own coffee.

The hotel service was amazing here but the food was even better. Last night you’d gotten back late from having dinner out and you were both in the mood for ice-cream. So you ordered ice-cream and the next thing you knew there was a knock at the door with a porter delivering a build-your-own ice-cream sundae.

“So listen to this…”

Harry took a bite out of his pastry but looked at you to let you know he was listening.

“Harry Styles is finally settling down to childhood friend Y/N. After 10 years of being together will the city of love finally be where Styles pops the all-important question?” You read from the newspaper and showed him the pictures the paps had taken of you two from last night.

“Right.” Harry nodded.

You popped the newspaper onto the table and sat back against the chair with your cappuccino. You raised an eyebrow at Harry.

“So…?” You asked.

“So what?”

“The all-important question? You thinking about it?” You prompted.

“You know the answer to that.”

Yes, you did.

You and Harry constantly talked about the big future ‘what-if’s’. Would you get married? Are you having children? Where do you want to settle? All your late night talks consisted of these little questions that felt so big.

Getting married was of course one of them and it was something that you brought up more often now that you’d been together for a decade.

Neither of you had felt like you had to rush your relationship into the next stage until you were both ready. The timing had never been right with Harry’s ridiculously busy schedule, but now… Now you had all the time in the world and you wondered what might be next.

“Okay.”

That’s all you said and you both left it at that.

Which is why you had the shock of your life the next day.

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“C’mon.” You laughed as you dragged Harry from the pavement and into the middle of the square.

The square was right beneath the Eiffel Tower, which was twinkling its lights every so often.

Loads of people had stopped to watch, clap along and even dance to this man that was playing the accordion. It was so very French.

Harry couldn’t say no to you of course.

You led him into the square and immediately started dancing with him. You stepped on his toes more times than you could count, and it was more of a swaying motion with some twirls rather than dancing.

It both made you laugh though.

You both kept smiling even when everyone banded together to form some formation and everyone started swapping dance partners. At one point Harry was dancing with an old man and you were dancing with a little girl.

Everyone cheered as the man finished playing.

It was late at night and the dancing had worn you out, but you still wanted a couple more moments to enjoy this happiness with Harry.

He led you to a set of steps that led down to a viewing platform for the Eiffel Tower. You sat near the top so you could see the twinkling lights of the city below. It was so beautiful.

The steps were wide enough for Harry to sit behind you on one, with you sitting between his legs against his chest. Harry’s arms draped over your shoulders to hold you close against him.

“That was so fun.” You were still laughing.

“I’m glad.” He kissed your cheek.

Harry hadn’t stopped smiling ever since you had started smiling, but that was usually the case.

“You feel inspired to make music like that?”

Harry laughed and you felt his body shake behind you, “I’ll never be half the musician that guy was.”

“Don’t be silly.” You pouter, turning to face him, “You’re the best musician I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re a little biased, my love. Hm?” He suggested.

You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head in disagreement.

“You’re the best. End of.” You sealed your statement with a soft kiss to his lips, only quick because you and Harry were both super conscious about PDA. Not even just because of the paps, but more because you found overt displays of affection really cringe and awkward.

You turned back around to face the city.

Your hands went up to fiddle with Harry’s fingers. He had gotten into the style of taking off his rings recently, so his fingers were bare and bony.

“Y/N.”

“Mhm.”

“I have something to ask you.” Harry said, resting his chin on your shoulder so your cheeks were near each other. It was like he didn’t want anyone else catching wind of this conversation so he had to be as close as possible.

“Yeah? Oh, actually, if it’s anything to do with what to get me for Valentine’s day then no need. I’ve already added it to our Amazon basket, you just need to click buy.” You explained.

If Harry didn’t feel ready before then that comment of yours certainly sealed the deal.

“Will you marry me?”

Your head instantly shot around to face him, nearly taking him out in the process. Harry laughed when he saw the excitement on your face.

You just looked at him and locked eyes with his.

You wanted one final moment to look at him as you boyfriend before everything changed for the better.

Harry smiled at you apprehensively.

The city lights were reflecting in his eyes as he waited for your answer. He already knew - or at least hoped he knew - your answer, but hearing you say it was going to be even better.

You nodded your head softly before answering.

“Yeah.” You cleared your throat, “Yes! Yes! Of course. Yes I’ll marry you.”

You threw your arms around his neck in the twisted position you were sitting in. Harry chuckled against you as his whole body inflated with excitement and adoration over you saying yes. It was one thing to hear you talk about it hypothetically, but hearing it in the real moment was everything.

Your face buried into his neck and you left some kisses there, because you didn’t want to properly kiss him in the middle of Paris.

You untucked yourself after a minute or two.

“You finally asked.”

“Nearly ruined it yesterday morning when you were reading that ruddy newspaper.” Harry joked and you laughed in remembrance. You’d almost forgotten about that already, but now it would be part of the story.

“Did you always plan to ask me here?”

“Well you said you hated the dramatic proposals but you also didn’t want it to be just a passing comment. I thought Paris mixed with a quiet conversation would be kind of perfect?”

“It was. I mean it still is!”

“I love you. Thank you for being patient with me and waiting for me to ask.”

You’d had that conversation before as well. Harry was anxious that you’d grow tired of waiting for him and move on with someone else, but you would never. Could never. Your heart was always going to belong to his.

“You’ll always be worth the wait.”

“Likewise.”

You settled back into him, tucked against his body as you marvelled at the moment.

“We’re engaged.” You whispered, slightly in shock.

“I have a ring back at the hotel. Want to go get it?”

“No. Just a couple more minutes like this.”

Harry completely understood what you meant.

Both of your lives had been constant and rushed ever since the day you’d met, so when moments like this came along you both had learnt to appreciate to live in them a little longer. So you did.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

missing steve rogers hours, need someone to be a gentleman just for an hour. so, on those lines, what’s some of the things steve would do that would make you realise how well you deserve to be treated?

a/n: i will never stop missing him

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well, he’s literally an old-fashioned guy, so he'd do a bunch of the classics that never go out of style 

like opening doors for you

pulling out your chair for you

he’s a flowers guy. even if it seemed a bit over the top to you in the beginning, as he kept up the habit, the more used to it you got and now it would feel wrong if there wasn’t the last bouquet from him on your dining room table 

holding your hand, both in casual settings, but especially in times of stress. if he’s by your side when something knocks the wind out of you, even just a tiny bit, his hand slides into yours. 

he also fixes your clothes, like tugging a tag back under your collar or picking off lint if he randomly notices 

another thing that he just naturally does that you didn’t know you were missing till you got it was how present he is when you’re together. always actively listening, attention always on you and never half on a phone as the interactions with most of your friends go

on that note, he often surprises you with the random things he remembers you telling him, and when you stare back at him in total shock that he remembers your aunts and uncles names or something random, he just tilts his head and is like “of course i remember.” because his brain clings onto each and every little thing you blabber on about 

i can also imagine him casually pulling you in for a slow dance whenever he’s put on an old record. just a little bit of gentle swaying…cheek to cheek...

also, he always tells you how proud he is of you. no matter if it’s for some big accomplishment or a tiny little thing like you tackling a chore you hate, he always says it. 

another thing he always remembers to say? that he loves you. i might even argue that he was the first one to say it. maybe it was right after he got home from a mission and he just had to spit it...

and lastly, whenever you’re having a bit of an off day, maybe you didn’t sleep well or you’re just feeling blue, he doesn’t hesitate to give you a hand with whatever you need. were you supposed to do the dishes today but suddenly it became too cumbersome of a task? he’s already there scrubbing away even though you didn’t ask, he’s just trying to help you lighten your load.

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[xxsunoosprincess]

Hi! How are you doing? I love your writing btw, you’re definitely one of my favourite writers 🙈

I don’t know if anyone has asked this yet, but enha legal line + aftercare?? What they’d do, how they’d act kind of thing? Maybe even how they’d like to be taken care of? It’s perfectly okay if you don’t want to do this 🤗

hi hi!! I’m a little sick rn but doing good because I’m finally done with school >:3 also u make me blush sweet anon… I’m glad my stuff makes you happy!! sorry it took a minute to get around to this but I’m indulging in some softer stuff while I sniffle away in bed :,) thanks for the request!!

Enhypen and Aftercare (OT6)

pairings: Enhypen legal line x reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, mentions of sex but not pure smut, fem bodied!reader

Heeseung

His face contorts into an expression halfway between pain and pleasure as he slow lying inches his sensitive length out of you, a breathless “hahh” escaping him as he shivers, collapsing onto you. It pulls an unexpected grunt out of you, followed by a series of giggles as he borrows into your neck, huffs of hot air tickling your sensitive skin.

“What the fuck” he whines out. You feel his hands squeeze your hips “your pussy is crazy”. The seriousness in his voice has you caught between a belly laugh and a faux scandalized gasp, swatting his ass gently as you scold him for such crude words. “I’m serious! You. Your body. You’re just perfect…” small pecks between each word, sleepy yawns, and a dopey heeseung clinging to you like a koala. Has fallen into the routine of fucking you before bed, claims it’s “the only way I can sleep now. Need you so bad”, and it might just be true because you can already feel the gentle vibrations of his snores against your collarbone.

Jay

Don’t play rn Jay is literally the embodiment of doting aftercare. The routine is locked and mf loaded. After he bullies your cunt until it’s sore and you are sure you can’t walk, this pillow talk starts. This part is just as much for you as it is for him, because he doesn’t think he could walk right now either. Promises of a future together, a catch-up on how your days have been, chats about if you liked the newest thing he introduced to your romp in the sheets. Just hearing your sweet voice cut through the quiet of night is enough to reground him (plus, he really does care about what you have to say).

I think he’s a little lazy with clean up, keeps a pack of wet wipes at the bedside table to give you both a once over, makes a half-promise to shower with you in the morning, and then rolls over to spoon you, peppering light kisses down your neck as your naked bodies intertwine to watch an episode of your guys’ favorite tv show. To Jay, aftercare is just as intimate as the actual sex. Unintentionally romantic in every way.

Jake

He’s the one that needs the most extensive aftercare, and come on, doesn’t he deserve it? He will eat you out for hours until you are kicking and squealing and prying him away by his hair. He will fuck into you from behind like it’s his sole purpose on his earth. And when all is said and done, he can hardly talk, slipping between English and Korean as he mumbles out a mix of curses and “so good, princess, so good”.

We wants you to play with his hair, curling up into your chest and peppering light kisses across your skin. He won’t admit how his heart skips a beat when you coo out a soft “good boy” to him, instead, he playfully bites you in retaliation. He won’t say anything about it, though. He loves the extra soft treatment, it’s like a reward for pushing himself to his limits to make you feel good.

Sunghoon

He’s such an angel. He’s sweeping you up in his arms to carry you to the bathroom. It doesn’t matter how big you are, he insists on carrying you because you are his baby (“you know, I don’t lift all those weights for nothing” cue the cheesy flexing). Lets you soak in the shower for a bit while he changes the sheets and prepares pajamas for you. Big believer in actions speak louder than words.

“Was I too rough on you today?” he pouts, slipping into the shower after finishing his post-coital rounds and eyeing the redness that has stuck around on the meat of your ass. No amount of reassurance of you liking it will erase the worried expression, eyebrows drawn together and lips pressed into a thin line. The only thing that makes him stop, makes him burst out into laughter and splash water at you, is the promise you make to spank him next time around.

Sunoo

I’m sorry but he is definitely crying afterwards. Y’all know I’m not on the babygirl Sunoo agenda all the time, but this is something I’m absolutely positive about. He’s just so overwhelmed with emotion, so happy that you trust him to see you in such a vulnerable state, so happy to be with you, so in love with you, the tears are forming in his eyes the moment he watches you reach your finish underneath him. “My pretty girl” sniffle sniffle “you’re so- fuck- so gorgeous”. Doesn’t matter how long you have been together, there is about a 50% chance of tears every time you guys fuck.

He tends to get embarrassed about crying like that so please give him lots of reassurance :(. Gets a little shy and whiny at vocalized praise, but loves gentle back rubs and showers together. Let him wash and dry you, he likes to feel like he is taking care of you just as much as you take care of him <3.

Jungwon

I’m sorry he’s so silly and sweet after. Needs to make you laugh after an intense moment. Eases his mind to see you so happy after being so vulnerable (firm believer in the wonie softie agenda). Still naked as the day he was born as he playfully wrestles with you in the sheets. He’s right next to your ear, letting our exaggerated high-pitches moans and squeals of “wonnie harder!”. He giggles at your indignant protests, reassuring you that he loves how you can’t get enough of your “very hot and sexy boyfriend”.

He seems like the type that needs to be constantly moving, fetching you towels and water and hand feeding you snacks. “Anything for you, babycakes”. Cheesy ass grin while calling you corny pet names in a teasing voice, dodging the pillow you launch his way.

END.

a/n: reminder that requests are open. I have some to work through and might not do all requests I get, but I love hearing from y’all :3 also this isn’t proofread, just like every thing else 😭 xx - princess

[velvetinks]

Parent-Teacher meeting

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive dialogue, mutual pining, emotionally charged moments, domestic undertones

Joel Miller was late.

Not by a few minutes—by almost half an hour.

You were halfway through grading math tests when the door creaked open and he stepped into your classroom with wind-tousled hair, a hand rubbing the back of his neck, and an apologetic half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Sorry, ma’am,” he muttered, Southern drawl warm and rough. “Ran into traffic, and the damn jobsite kept me longer than it should’ve.”

You glanced at the clock, then smiled softly.

“It’s alright. I had a feeling you’d be cutting it close. Joel, right?”

His eyebrows lifted, a little surprised you remembered.

“Yeah,” he said. “Joel Miller. Sarah’s old man.”

You gestured toward the seat across from your desk. “Take a breath. We’ve got time.”

He settled in, and when your eyes met, dark and deliberate, something unspoken passed between you.

You cleared your throat and got back to business. “Sarah’s a great kid. Sharp, sweet. Definitely has your sarcasm, though.”

That made him chuckle.

“God help us both,” he muttered. “She’s got her own mind, that’s for sure.”

“And that’s not a bad thing,” you replied, lips curving. “She’s growing into herself. Confident. Capable.”

Joel watched you speak with a focused kind of stillness, like every word coming out of your mouth mattered more than it should.

You noticed.

The meeting wrapped up, but he didn’t get up right away. His gaze lingered—on your eyes, your mouth, the neckline of your blouse that dipped just enough to be noticed.

“She talk about me?” he asked, a little rougher than before.

You smiled again. “All the time. You’re kind of her hero, you know.”

He ducked his head like he wasn’t sure what to do with that kind of praise. “I try.”

You hesitated. Then, just a little teasing:

“You’re not so bad, Joel.”

His head lifted, eyes flickering over you. “No?”

“No,” you said, slow. “Not at all.”

He stood, finally, but didn’t leave right away.

“You always this kind to the dads?” he asked with a small smirk. “Or is it just me?”

You tilted your head, matching his smile. “Depends. Are all the other dads this charming?”

Joel’s laugh was quiet and low. “I doubt it.”

The next week, he showed up at dismissal with two coffees—one held out to you casually, like it was nothing.

“Thought you might need a pick-me-up.”

You took it, hand brushing his on purpose. “You’re learning.”

“Fast,” he said, eyes warm. “Real fast.”

From then on, it became a thing.

Coffee on Thursdays. Friday drop-offs that turned into conversations that ran too long. Little glances that said more than either of you were ready to.

Sarah started noticing, too. The raised brow when your hand lingered a little too long on Joel’s arm. The way her dad stood straighter when you walked over.

“She likes you,” Joel said one day, voice soft. “Sarah, I mean.”

You looked at him. “Do you?”

His smile was slow. “I’m still decidin’.”

“Mm. Take your time, Miller.”

“Dangerous thing to say to a man like me.”

You sipped your coffee and smirked. “I can handle you.”

That made his throat bob, his gaze dip once to your mouth.

The air between you sparked, thick, silent, loaded.

He didn’t kiss you.

Not yet.

But the way he looked at you said he would.

Eventually.

And when he did, it wouldn’t be sweet.

It’d be months of tension and missed chances and quiet craving poured into one hungry, hands-everywhere kind of kiss.

You were both just waiting.

And oh, was the wait worth it.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic april 1 - spring - 1340 words (of domestic bliss with little harry)

Sundays are slow in the Potter household.

One would think James doesn’t like the pace of it, always having to do something usually, always active, moving around or talking, tugging at his loved ones or caressing their skin, but he does. It hasn’t always been this way but with getting older and especially since they’ve become parents James had noticed how his body and mind welcomed the one break in the week to just shut off and recharge.

They’ve fought their way through a cloudy March and with the arrival of April, spring is finally here. 

James loves spring. People always assume it’s summer—and credit to them, because he does—but there’s just something about the rebirth of everything that comes after the long gloomy fall and icey winter period. The birds chirp with their return and in search for a mate, insects buzz lively and everything brightens with colour. 

Like clockwork, Harry appears in the threshold of the master bedroom at around 7 am, deer plushie in a tight grip by the antlers, his dark mob of hair messy as anything. He drowsily rubs the sleep from his eyes, face squished and James sometimes thinks he might die from how adorable their four year old is.

He grabs his glasses, pushes back the sheets and plants a gentle kiss on Regulus’ cheek where he’s still knocked out like the dead and smushed into his pillow.

Harry pads wordlessly into the living room, James hot on his trail. Though while Harry goes in search of a children’s book for James to read to him, James makes a detour to the kitchen. He fills them two bottles with the tea they let out on the counter overnight, preparing one for Regulus as well for when he wakes up. He cuts up some fruit and vegetables and grabs the packets of rice cakes and crackers from the pantry, loading it all on a tray before he sets on to the living room.

Harry is already curled under the big fleece blanket they keep there, grinning when James rounds the corner with their pre-breakfast.

“Morning, dada,” he greets, sweetly.

James’ chest swells. “Morning, pumpkin,” he returns, pressing a kiss into Harry’s hair, setting down the tray. Before he takes his place next to his son he walks over to open the big terrasse glass doors. 

“How’d you sleep?” James asks, plopping down next to Harry who immediately snuggles closer, plushie still in hand.

“Good,” Harry sighs contently and James can’t help himself when he brushes some of his hair back from his forehead and kisses him again. “Can you read to me?”

It’s a hidden object book but James knows what he means. He grins, “’Course, Hazza.”

They do just that for a bit, James describing what’s going on on the pages, creating a story for recurring characters. Skipping back and forth with Harry randomly pointing out another happening of the drawing while he’s munching away on his rice cakes and cucumbers and the occasional grape. 

It’s still mildly cool, especially when a faint breeze picks up, moving the grass outside and swishing inside but Harry’s still wearing long pyjamas and James knows he’ll tell him if he’s too cold. He simply burrows further under the blanket and into his father’s side. James runs hot anyways.

When Harry decides they’re done with books James puts on a nature documentary for them.

They’re teaching about the strength of some rainforest ant species when Regulus shuffles into the room, arms wrapped around himself and eyes nearly closed.

“Morning, Papa,” Harry whispers excitedly, already wiggling out of James’ embrace even though he knows Regulus will join them there in just a moment.

A smile tugs at Regulus’ lips as he blinks his eyes open, dark lashes fluttering agonisingly beautifully and giving way to soft grey. James swears they get a little more blue every time right around his birthday, like Regulus is just another subject to the changes of spring.

“Mornin’,” Regulus sighs happily when he squeezes Harry against his chest, peppering the side of his head with kisses until he pulls away, tugging Regulus along to James.

His eyes are already closed again when Regulus nuzzles into the crook of James’ neck, pressing a kiss there before he gets comfortable.

“Morning, love,” James murmurs, voice thick with adoration, audible even to himself, and he strokes Regulus’ exposed arm softly.

The spell of Sunday is thick in the air, heavy in their bones. 

Harry, usually the most lively child, always animatedly talking about something or the other, giggling, making jokes or doing mischief, is quiet now too. It’s routine, the way he grabs for Regulus’ arm and squeezes between his two dads, waiting for James to absently card his fingers through their hair and send them back to their slumbers.

It doesn’t take longer than five minutes before Harry’s breaths are deepening and it’s marvellous. Magical in the way that Regulus’ presence seems to calm him so much it pulls him back into another nap.

James smiles so wide, looking down at them like that for so long that his cheeks start straining.

He watches a bit more of the documentary, snaps a few obligatory pictures of them on his phone and sends them into their family group chat. Monty sends back a pixelated picture of a zoomed in shot of Effie in the garden, Sirius replies with a shaky snapshot of him running with the dogs and Remus answers with an aesthetically pleasing picture of what seems to be the breakfast he’s preparing for the two of them.

James’ belly growls hungrily at the reminder and when his gaze falls on the lone grape sitting in the bowl on the tray he decides it’s time for breakfast. 

It’s nothing short of artful the way he extracts himself from besides Harry and Regulus without rousing them before he heads for the kitchen.

He grabs flour and sugar, eggs and milk for pancakes, as well as the bacon, bagles and cream cheese. It’s meditative to put together all the ingredients, set the table and assemble syrup and blueberries and chocolate chips. Halfway through James remembers the leftover quinoa in the fridge and between placing patches of batter in a sizzling pan he whips them up a quick salad as well. 

The smell in the kitchen is divine and James has already made acquaintances with the joyful bluetit in the tree by the window by the time Regulus comes into the kitchen with Harry on his hip. He’s babbling now, talking Regulus’ ear off by the looks of it and Regulus hums and nods and gasps at all the right places, looking ridiculously endearing with his curls mussed and an imprint of the couch cushion lining his cheek.

“Morning, champ,” James teases, smacking a loud kiss over the line in Regulus’ cheek.

Regulus growls quietly, grinning despite himself, “You’re lucky I love your cooking so much.”

“Yeah, you’re lucky,” Harry parrots, grinning widely.

James tuts with faux affront, “What kind of sentiments are you teaching our poor child, Regulus. I’ve been standing in this kitchen for hours now. How about a ‘Thank you, daddy’?”

“Thank you, daddy,” they both reply in unison though Regulus’ has a decidedly different tone to it that makes James point the spatula at him in warning.

Regulus just smirks before he leans heavily into James’ side and rips a piece of pancake off of the ones already on a plate, blowing on it before dividing it in half and feeding it to Harry and himself.

James tasks them with setting out glasses of water and orange juice, mugs for tea. On Sundays coffee is banned in the Potter house. Regulus thinks he can wind himself out of his caffeine addiction that way.

When everyone is done and everything is in place they all sit down together, legs tangled under the table, smiling warmly at each other over their plates of delicious food, the spring breeze ruffling their hair and clothes pleasantly as it drifts through the open window.

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A: what’s aftercare with them like?

- very gentle and attentive. would stroke your hair, telling you how good you were. he'd always offer to run you a bath and carry you there.

- as for him, he just loves to have skin to skin contact with you, besides that, he's mostly focused on you.

B: what's their favorite body part?

- his own favorite would be his hands. he'd let them travel over every inch of you from the moment you make out, to when he's inside. he's also good at fingering, so he’d love seeing how much pleasure you're in from his fingers alone.

- on you, it's your lips. you'd always catch him staring at them. honestly he could kiss you all day if you let him. and it's just everything to him each time you trail marks on his skin. he could be so busy, but kiss his neck or collarbones and he's free.

C: anything relating to cum

- prefers to cum inside of you. its partially a possessive/marking thing, but he also just likes the motion of filling you up. if you weren't on board with that, he's not picky where.

D: what's one of their dirty secrets?

- he'd fantasized about you long before you got into a relationship. probably as soon as he realized any romantic feelings, he started getting off to pictures of you, thoughts, voicemails, etc.

E: how much experience do they have?

- none to very little. he's a fast learner though, so it'd only take a few times before he gets into the flow of things.

F: what's their favorite position?

- he’s down with anything, but his favorite would be missionary.

G: are they more serious or goofy?

- 110% serious. he sees sex as a vulnerable, almost sacred act—so he doesn't like to be all playful and silly. if anything funny happened, he'd just ignore it.

H: what would their hair look like?

- i can see him trimming it when he can, but since he doesn’t always have the time, it might not be often unless it’s your preference.

I: how intimate are they?

- super intimate. he wants to make you feel as loved as possible. loves leaving light bruises and bite marks all down your body.

J: do they jack off, how often?

- occasionally. he's often got a lot of stress and doesn't always have you around to relieve it. he doesn’t like the idea of making it a habit though, so only if he’s really pent up.

K: what are their kinks?

- hear me out, praise. you're so sweet and important to him so he just wants to make these moments as pleasurable as possible. hearing your affirmation that he's making you feel good is very reassuring. on another level, he hasn't gotten complimented or praised in a long time, so it gives him that emotional intimacy. especially when you’re topping him, “good boy” would make him melt.

- of course, breeding too. he wants you to carry his child someday and even if you’re using a contraceptive, it’s still a huge turn on to fill you up.

L: what locations would they prefer?

- honestly anywhere as long as it's private. the bed, floor, counter, shower, couch, office, etc. he likes the bedroom the most since it's so intimate and secluded.

M: what's their motivation? what turns them on?

- pulling on or tangling your fingers in his hair. do this while you’re making out and he’s rock hard.

N: what would they not do?

- nothing in public. he strictly thinks there’s a time and place, even if it’s a turn on for you.

O: do they like oral? giving or receiving?

- he loves to receive, but is more than willing to give as well. he adores how you look swallowing his load with your hair in your face, looking up at him with those half lidded eyes.

P: what's their pace like?

- usually, he’s slow and sensual. taking his time to enjoy it, maybe teasing you a little. but on rare occasions, when he’s in an exceptionally bad mood, all he wants to do is fuck you silly. at times like those, he’s rough and oh so fast.

Q: would they be down for a quickie?

- not really. he’d rather wait until you two have more time.

R: would they take risks?

- no. he likes to stick with what's familiar that he already knows you'll both enjoy. if it starts to get boring for you, he’ll take suggestions, but as for himself, he doesn’t see a need to change things up too much.

S: what's their stamina like?

- he'd prefer longer sessions when possible, including foreplay i can see him going for hours.

T: do they use toys?

- not on himself, but he might use a vibrator or plug on you every so often. cuffs are probably his favorite. if you asked to use something on him, he'd be open to try, but i can't see him loving it.

U: unfair, do they tease you?

- quite a lot. he can’t help but find it gratifying to watch you squirm and plead for him to touch you. would be leaving hickeys and bruises all over while rubbing your clit for what feels like an eternity.

V: what's their volume; how loud are they?

- pretty noisy. if he’s topping, he might try keep it to groans and murmurs of praise, letting out the occasional moan. when he isn’t, he’s very loud, filling the entire room with whimpers and moans.

W: wild card, what's a random hc?

- i feel like he'd have some scars, which he'd be insecure about. if you were to trace/kiss them and reassure him you don't mind, he's completely shocked, and falls in love with you all over again. specifically along his arms, stomach, and upper thighs, so you wouldn’t see all of them until your first time.

X: x-ray, what's it look like?

- average and on the thinner side, around 5 inches. it’d have a defined curve too.

Y: do they yearn for you? what's their sex drive like?

- he definitely yearns for you a lot. whenever he's away, he's always thinking along the lines of how good you could make him feel, he much he misses your taste, etc.

- i could see his drive being either low or high, i suppose it depends. when he's had a long day, there's nothing else on his mind. normally, though, he's so preoccupied with other things that he's just not in the mood. i feel like stress and exhaustion might also affect his libido.

Z:  zzz, how fast would they fall asleep after?

- he sleeps like a baby after but not before tending to your needs. you want a bath or some water? he's on it. once you're sleeping soundly pressed against him, that's when he'll fall asleep.

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For when you flower IV

Masterlist

Pairing: Emperor Caracalla x Greek!woman/reader x Emperor Geta

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, hints of PTSD/bad mental health, imbalance in the relationship (sexism, oppression, etc.), toxic, violence, mentions of blood, death, and slavery CHOKING!!! MURDER ATTEMPT !

Tags: Enemies to lovers (?), slow burn (?), triangle drama/love (but no incest!!), unhealthy/toxic dynamics, slave x masters, no use of y/n, 1st person narrative

Summary: In the shadows the Hellen slave learns of the rest of those, who arrived with her, but it is only a short while as she gets pulled back from out of the shadows by the sparrow, Geta.

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I have to admit that I am starting to halt with writing this. Not because I don't want to, but because my personal load right now is quite heavy. So the publishment of the chapters might take a little while longer... maybe a few days extra. But I promise to deliver! I am invested in this as much as you are, trust me.

Thank you all so much. I hope all is well for every reader of this story!

Dictionary for this chapter:

Hellen/Hellenes = the ancient greek name for the ancient greek, singular/plural

Hellas = the ancient greek name for ancient greece.

Alexandra = In Hellas Alexandra is an epithet given to the goddess Hera and can be translated into “the protector of man.”

I told her everything.

I told her about the horror, about how I had fallen straight into the arms of the evil, about the child and the cruel, the two emperors, and warned her of their looks and how they deceive. I told her about the true nature of the madmen, I had been stuck with for far too long though it only lasted a few hours. I told her about my restless night, and how I prayed… and prayed… and prayed.

My words spilled out as if I didn’t have any breaths to spare, which might be true. That I talked about too, about my encounter, and how I had ended up here with her. By the end of my story, she took my hand and put her forehead too it. It was such a beautiful act that I hadn’t seen before, but it was like she transferred her serenity to me.

Everything in that moment revolved around her. It all felt so natural and warm. A drastic change from the cold outside in the halls.

Soon I found out that many other Greek slaves were put here because they didn’t know yet where to put them, that they had bought too many slaves and were yet to have decided their destiny. The old woman talked of the stories of each woman in this room, we find ourselves locked inside together with. This cell. They are mothers and daughters of both the poor and the rich. All not meant to be bestowed to other than their husbands by their fathers, greeting their brothers farewell. One was mourning her son, who they picked out to be hung for mere entertainment. He was but 10 years old. They claimed him of adultery, but the poor son had not even learnt to properly dress himself yet. She cried - but not of sadness, of somewhat joy. At least he was safe down under. No horror can reach him now.

Once I had calmed down, the women had opened their arms to claim me as their own. We do not know when one or another are to be taken away, so, as they told me, they sat and kept every moment sacred to remain in a calm, they know, they will not meet outside these walls. We do not speak loudly, hoping we would go unnoticed.

The missing light prolonged each second to an hour.

As I sat on the ground with my back against the wall, I looked at the old woman once more and realized that I had not yet learnt her name. Something I longed for others to ask me about. “What am I to call you?”

She tasted her teeth and sunk. “Alexandra.”

For the first time in a long while, I smiled. She said it with such ease. “Of course.”

“And you, my paidion?”

I told her my name, and Alexandra looked at me with even softer eyes than before. Her face changed. “Of course you are.”

If I hadn’t been so tired as I were, I would’ve asked her about this sudden change, but it was as if I was enchanted by her looks. The overwhelming feeling of comfort lulled me to sleep, letting my guard down just this one time.

I just felt at peace. My head didn’t dare to budge. Hope blossomed in the quiet and in the shadows.

I don’t know for how long I have slept. As I open my eyes once more, it is not to the looks of other women, but to guards of purple, standing in the opening of the cell. Quickly I rustle to correct my back and throw the chiton, so that it covers me. But who was I to kid? No other woman in here is dressed as I am.

I hear Alexandra whisper calm words, but my panic is soon to drown it out. She grabs my hand and places something in it, moments before the guards seize me and two others. I scream on top of my lungs. Once again, I am being torn away from home. The energy I just had obtained poured into the tears that once again spill from my eyes. I cry and reach out for Alexandra. The men dragging me by my armpits towards the outside. The last I see of her is her reassuring smile. I press my eyes together and hope that destiny once again will put her in my path. I feel the strain of my throat like a blade to my lungs. I can’t take responsibility for my actions.

The surroundings clash into my mind like the waves onto the shore, ripping apart all the small grains of what I consist of. Small fragments gone. I clench onto the item given to me. My sight too blurry to see but I know that what I hold is her word, her heart.

The heart washing away into the sea, no longer pumping blood. His face glowing in the sunset but not with life. In the sand I see a finger, his hand clenching onto my necklace. He held it when he died. He prayed before his soul passed on. I prayed when opening his mouth or what remained. I placed the coin and prayed that he will have mercy on him, many meters underground.

By the time the guards let go of me, I am weary once more. I barely stand, struggling to breathe. Should I finally pray for mercy on my soul for once I’m gone? For I hope it is soon.

The heart is in my hand. Between my panic I look at it. It’s a knucklebone.

“You look more a mess than him.” His voice is so bare when he speaks my tongue.

Quickly, I hide away the bone behind my back and look up at him. The sparrow stands before me once again. Geta. Before me stands a man clothed in riches, but beneath it all is nothing but a boy. However, he is far from his brother. This one mean no well by choice like how some kids will pull a beetles legs apart from its body. The burdened and the sparrow. Unfortunately, before me is only the sparrow, gritting its beak. He still wears Apollo’s crown.

The guards must’ve taken the other girls another place, for I am alone with him now with only a few guards behind. They do not see me as threat. I feel my knees shake.

“I should’ve discarded you the moment, I saw him lay eyes on you. My brother will find no good in your service. I can just tell.” His use of my tongue pains me even further. Of course, the emperor is educated. He knows of the crimes that his empire has committed. So how would he not know the language from which he steals it sound?

I do not wish to satisfy him by answering to him. I can barely control my breath.

“Do not think of yourself as powerful because of his foolish interest in you. You have no power.” Geta stares without blinking. It’s like he sees right through me. He sees my every thought on my face. Maybe he can tell by the way my tears fall or the way my breath hitches. “You will serve him, so he says, and it seems he will not forget that you will.” The sparrow suddenly seems puzzled. It inhales and puffs his chest wide, stepping closer. “So, you will serve him.” He does not want me to.

“No, I will-“

Geta grabs ahold of my throat and bangs me into the nearest wall. “YOU DO NOT SPEAK UNLESS YOU’RE SPOKEN TO.” The spit splatters across my face, etching my skin. He speaks of filth once more, Latin.

I can’t breathe.

I watch him with fearful eyes, afraid to touch him. He is up in my face. Eyes wide. Nose flared. Jaw clenched. Veins popped. He stands like this for a little, watching my life flutter before him. I am fighting every urge to close my eyes. I curl my toes to feel control.

He draws a breath as he trails his eyes across my face. “You’re Hellen, you should know your place as a woman.” It’s like he mimics my breathlessness as he speaks. “You’re nothing.” A whisper, not in Latin.

I feel every color drain from my face.

“Say that you agree.” He watches my lips. Colorless and dry. “SAY IT.”

“I agree.”

He lets go of my throat and steps back. His hand grabs his own jaw and at his throat, pinching his skin, while watching mine – probably turning blue. “You did this. If my brother were to ask you, you say nothing of this.” He corrects his crown and his bracelets. “You will not speak a word to him or else I will have your tongue cut off. And that would be a shame.” He grabs my cheeks to force my mouth open. Squinting, he looks at my tongue. I hold my breathe. He stares a long time before letting go, almost unwillingly. He shies away. Taken aback, it seems, he sniffs.

I feel so dirty.

“Guards. Take her to Caracalla.” He waves me away.

Too busy catching my breath, I do not pay the halls any attention as the guards pushes me along. My body so weak. He could’ve killed me on the spot. He could’ve taken my entire being and done what he wanted, but he didn’t. He wanted to… I swear, he did.

“Meus flos!” The burdened lightens up as he sees me and hurries to grab ahold of my jaw like the night before. I flinch but he doesn’t seem to notice. Mania in his eyes. It’s like he sees me but not like shapes. I mirror abstractly in the pale blue orbs of his head. “Oh, you came back to me.” He smiles, foolishly.

I feel tears crowd my eyes again. I can’t seem to stop. I can’t seem to escape this destiny. This cruel, cruel presence. I think, I must play along. I must. Maybe they’ll kill me, if I just give them enough.

I try pulling a smile, pushing my tears so that it blurs my vision, but I can see straight enough to see how this pleases him. I shakingly reach for his cheek, and he leans into my touch. Sighing, relieved. He closes his eyes. He doesn’t see the tear falling from my eye. He does not even feel it. I smell the grape on his breath. The mystery liquid. I look at his lips shortly, seeing the red cracks that the fermented fruit has left. The corners of his mouth bloodshot. He doesn’t even feel my hand shake.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He hugs me. My body weak against his. On him I smell the alcohol, the sweat of the sun. So many senses all at once.

Instead, I imagine Alexandra is hugging me or that I am hugging my brother, jolting just the tiniest of life into me. I clench the knucklebone to my heart. I hope, they will let me see her soon, if not him. It’s my only wish. Will they grant me just one if I comply? One more likely than the other, I am sure.

I look over at the big, marble statue by Caracalla’s bed, and greet him with greater fright than before. But still, I do not dare to speak of his name. I am not ready yet. Soon, I will follow the emperors to their bed and there I will strike. With hellenes fresh in my mind, I will strike with revenge and bestow them a holy war. I will flower and win over this maddening power.

Caracalla lets go of me and he greets one behind me. “Look, brother, I found her! I found flos!”

Geta laughs so lightly. It’s so frightening. “Are you sure that’s her name?” He’s amused, maybe even satisfied.

Caracalla grabs my shoulders and holds me out in front of him, looking me intensely in the eyes. “What is your name?”

I can feel Geta’s presence burn my whole back. I can still feel his hand around my throat, choking me as if it gave him pleasure to see me plead for life. To see me beneath him, obeying his touch and his might. He wanted to destroy every atom of my body and drink it whole like wine. He wanted to get drunk on me. Maybe he still does.

Chills run down my spine and I just look at Caracalla blank. I must not speak.

“Oh. Right. You’re mute.” He laughs.

“Maybe she can write It down?”

A gasp leaves Caracalla’s mouth. Without hesitation Caracalla runs to his desk, wobbling. For just a second I look back at Geta, and he stares right back. His eyes threatening to burn me, to bleed me, to strip me of my rights.

Caracalla comes back and hands me a pen. In the red wax of a wax table I etch my name as clear as I can. I want them to know the name of the woman, who will be their end. The woman who they will regret having brought into their house. Caracalla says my name with such delight. Geta does not.

Keep your friends closer, but your enemies closer. That’s the last sensible thought left in my head. I will fight through this, and I will flower. I must.

Next chapter

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Happy Birthday, Baby

cw: MDNI, 18+ Only, Dick Grayson, Fem!Reader, Established Relationship, fluff, Suggestive Themes Summary: After a long night of patrol, Dick wakes up to his girlfriend surprising him with breakfast in bed and a special birthday surprise. wc: 1.1K

request:  Imagine after an extra tired patrol night, on his birthday, Dick was woken up to see a freshly made breakfast in his bed, his gorgeous fem!reader wearing nothing but his nightwing hoodie (like srsly, nothing underneath except something 😏 for the latter surprise gift *wink wink*) blessing his face with kisses, murmuring "happy birthday my handsome man" ✨️

A/N: @animegirlfromvietnam this is for you! I accidentally messed up earlier when I posted 😅

The sun filtered through the curtains in soft, golden beams, gently illuminating the bedroom where Dick lay sprawled out, tangled in the sheets. He had come home late from patrol—way too late—and his body was clearly feeling the aftermath. Every muscle in his body ached, but the heavy weight of exhaustion had finally allowed him to slip into a deep sleep. His dark hair was tousled against the pillow, and his face looked more relaxed than usual—completely at peace for once.

That peace, however, was about to be interrupted in the best way possible.

You stood in the doorway, a soft smile playing at your lips as you carried a tray loaded with a perfectly made breakfast: eggs, toast, bacon, and a steaming cup of coffee. You'd made it exactly how he liked it—after all, today was special. His birthday.

Approaching the bed quietly, you set the tray down on the nightstand and took a moment to gaze down at him. Even disheveled, with his hair a mess and the barest hint of stubble along his jaw, Dick looked as handsome as ever. Your heart fluttered at the sight, a warmth spreading through your chest. You leaned down slowly, brushing a soft kiss along his forehead.

"Mmm..." He stirred slightly, shifting beneath the sheets but not quite waking. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Trailing your lips down to his cheek, you whispered softly against his skin. "Happy Birthday, baby."

At the sound of your voice, his eyes fluttered open. The familiar warmth of his blue eyes greeted you as he blinked a few times, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. He stretched, letting out a small groan, and turned his head to look up at you. A slow, lazy smile spread across his face as soon as he saw you.

“Hey, you,” he rasped, voice still gravelly with sleep. “What’s all this?”

You straightened up, gesturing to the tray of breakfast sitting beside him. “Just a little something for the birthday boy. I thought you’d like to start your day off with something nice since you had such a long night.”

Dick sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face before looking at the spread you’d made. “You didn’t have to do this, you know…” He was touched, though; it was obvious in his expression.

“I wanted to.” You shrugged, leaning over to peck his lips softly. “You deserve it.”

Dick returned the kiss, lingering a little longer before pulling back, his eyes sweeping over you. It was then he noticed what you were wearing—his Nightwing hoodie, oversized on your frame. The familiar blue bird emblem stretched across the chest, though it clearly hung loose around you. His gaze darkened slightly with appreciation.

“Is that… my hoodie?” He arched a brow, his smile turning a little more mischievous now.

You bit your lip, fighting back a smirk. “Might be…” you teased, twirling a strand of hair between your fingers. “Thought I’d borrow it for a bit. Looks good on me, right?”

His eyes flicked over you again, slower this time, as if he were piecing something together. The hoodie was large enough that it covered most of you, but there was something in the way it fell… something that made his lips twitch upward into an intrigued smirk.

“Looks better on you than it ever did on me,” he murmured, reaching out to run a hand over your thigh beneath the fabric. His touch was warm and gentle, but there was a spark behind his eyes now. “But… is there anything underneath this hoodie?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the question, but you kept your composure, flashing him an innocent smile. “Why don’t you eat your breakfast first, birthday boy? You’ll need your energy for later…”

His smirk deepened. “Is that right?”

“Mhmm.” You leaned down again, this time brushing your lips over the spot just below his ear, trailing soft kisses down the line of his jaw, before whispering, “You’ve got a present waiting for you underneath this hoodie… but only if you finish your breakfast like a good boy.”

Dick chuckled, low and warm, the sound sending a shiver through you. “Now that’s motivation,” he murmured, his hand sliding further up your thigh, teasingly close to bare skin. His thumb traced lazy circles, and his gaze locked onto yours with a hunger that made your pulse quicken.

You pulled back just before his hand could venture too far, shooting him a wink. “Food first,” you reminded him, though your voice was a little breathier than intended.

Reluctantly, he turned his attention back to the tray of food beside him, picking up the fork with a knowing smirk on his face. “You drive a hard bargain,” he teased, but there was a glint in his eye that promised this meal wouldn’t take long.

You sat back on the bed, watching as he began to eat, savoring the sight of him. There was a tension hanging in the air now—delicious and electric—building with each passing second. You could see the gears turning in his head, already plotting what was going to happen once that plate was cleared. Every bite he took was slow, deliberate, and you could tell he was enjoying drawing this out just to mess with you.

But that was fine. Two could play at that game.

Leaning back against the pillows, you stretched out, giving him a tantalizing view of your legs as they peeked out from beneath the hoodie. His eyes flicked toward you, and you could see his focus wavering.

The moment he set the empty plate aside, you grinned, leaning forward again to straddle his lap. His hands instinctively went to your hips, the warmth of his touch seeping through the thin fabric. You tilted your head, bringing your lips close to his, but keeping just enough distance to make him chase you.

“I love you, Dick” you whispered against his lips, your fingers playing with the hem of the hoodie.

His grip on your hips tightened, and his breath hitched slightly as you tugged the fabric up, revealing a glimpse of smooth, bare skin beneath.

“I love you too,” he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss, his hands roaming under the hoodie, exploring every inch of skin he could reach. And as the kiss deepened, all thoughts of breakfast and sleep disappeared, replaced by something far more enticing—something that neither of you had any intention of rushing through.

The day had only just begun, but you knew it was going to be a long, very satisfying one.

And you couldn’t wait.

[intoanotherworld23]

Do Not Disturb

Pairing: Reader x Joel Miller

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, there is loads of sex in this so you have been warned, sex in a dressing room, minor spanking, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Word Count: 1.3k+ words

Summary: Joel can’t keep his hands off of you even in a dressing room, and doesn’t like to be disturbed

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Hall Of Hunks

"Be quiet sweetheart." Joel leaning forward as he whispered in your ear. "Don't want anyone to hear us now do we?"

Not saying a word just a whimper in response afraid instead you'd let out a pathetic moan, and all the women in the store would hear, and you two would be in a lot of trouble. Since sex in the changing rooms of clothing departments was pretty frowned upon.

Joel couldn't keep his hands off you as soon as he saw you change into a new set of bra and panties. Wasting no time in bending you over your hands pressed against the wall the mirror right in front so you could watch what he was doing.

It was such a turn on though to know at any moment someone might hear or possible even walk in. The thing about Joel is though once he has started something he won't stop until he finishes.

"That's a good girl." He praised a hand snaking up your spine as he gripped the back of your neck.

Giving himself even more leverage and more power. His other hand had a hold of your hip so he could pull you back to meet his thrusting. He wanted to keep the pace, and he wanted to be in complete control over you.

His pelvis hitting yours every time making your move slightly forward. Your skin sticking to his making a smacking sound that surely someone was going to hear. Joel licking his lips as he looked down watching your cheeks jiggling every time he pushed into you.

"Been wanting this pussy all day." Smacking your cheek leaving a sting behind. "Nobody can fuck this pussy like me."

He was very accurate on that part. Joel was always able to fill you to the brim, but it felt like he was stretching you out every time. Knowing exactly how to use your body, and which buttons to push.

Joel could melt inside of your body, and wanted a taste every waking moment. It was something about you that made him insatiable. He was almost like a feral animal being driven by your mere presence.

"Joel." Hearing that crack in your voice as you closed your eyes.

"Shhh baby what did I say?" He chuckled at how desperate you were right now. "You've gotta be quiet."

Seeing no other option the hand that was keeping grip on your neck had moved more until it was in front of your mouth. Muffling your little moans and whimpers. Smelling the hand wash that he had used earlier wafting up into your nostrils.

Pulling the straps of the bra down just enough to wear your breasts could pop out. Feeling the lumps of flesh swinging back and forth. Joel was quick to grab one of them in his hand as he squeezed your nipple between the tips of his finger.

"I could touch you all day." Snapping his hips softly so he was pressed tightly against you keeping still. "Such soft beautiful skin."

Keeping the same hand pressed on your breast as he continued his movements. Not once missing a beat. Sometimes you really were amazed how he could move his body like he did.

Now there was a burning sensation radiating from your spine all the way down to your calves. Adjusting your position just slightly in hopes it would ease that pain. Joel could see what you were doing and just smirked.

"I know I know it hurts." Kissing your shoulder in comfort. "This'll help."

Feeling the hand pressed against your mouth now hovering over your raw core. Straightening his fingers out as he started slow circles against your clit. Loving how wet you were, and hearing the sounds of your slickness was like music to his ears.

"God you are just dripping." His eyes glued to your face.

Mouth hanging wide open panting like a wild dog in the heat. Struggling to keep your eyes open as you kept your glance to the floor. Joel noticed this and clearly wasn't a fan of how shy you were becoming.

"Look at me baby." He spoke up as you raised your head to look at him. "That's such a good girl for me now keep your eyes on us."

His pupils were dilated and blown out from pure bliss. His cheeks were a light pink color like he was blushing or he had just ran a marathon. Noticing a drop of sweat had slid down his forehead, and onto your hot back. The coolness lasting for a couple seconds.

Keeping in rhythm between the motions of his fingers to his cock slamming into you. It was almost becoming too much as you could feel that pressure building between your legs. You would only be able to last for so long.

"Joel I'm so close." Crying with a busted tone, but before he could respond someone knocked on the door.

"Is everything alright in there?" The woman asked.

Both you and Joel looked to each other your eyes wide open afraid to talk in case you moaned instead. Especially since Joel was still moving inside of you, and didn't plan on stopping.

Biting your bottom lip so hard you about drew blood. Joel wasn't helping in the least bit when he bent his knees and pushed in a new angle making you gasp. Looking at Joel through the mirror with a scowl, but he just grinned.

"Ma'am?" She asked again this time a little concerned.

“Get rid of her.” Joel nibbling on your ear begging you to make her go away so soon as possible.

"Y-yes." Trying your hardest to sound normal. "I'm alright. I'm just having some cramps."

That was the only thing you could think of to say at the time. Joel tried to control himself and not burst out laughing. The woman on the other hands though was a little suspicious about what was going on.

"Okay let me know if you need anything." Hearing her footsteps depart Joel grabbed your hips standing you up straight, and turned you around to face him.

"Lay down for me." Not wasting a second laying on the weirdly hall leather bench that was just big enough for you to lay on.

Grabbing your legs pushing them wider and higher up as he grabbed the base of his cock pushing slowly inside of you again. He knew you would still be sensitive, and didn't want to hurt you.

Pushing in and out noticing a creamy colored looking string on his cock. The image of this had Joel growling not thinking it would drive him wild like it did. He needed you to cum and cum quickly.

"I know you wanna cum so badly sweetheart." His fingers connected to your bundle of nerves once again. "You need to cum for me."

Joel was so close and he wasn't going to last any longer. Which is why he was pushing your to your orgasm so he could release himself as well.

Looking down between your bodies in admiration as he would disappear inside of you. His pubic hair prickling against your skin making you feel tickled.

"I'm gonna cum." Hands gripping the sides of the bench.

"I'm right there baby." He panted out of breath.

That was all you needed to hear to send you spiraling. Toes curling in the air as your legs shook with your orgasm smacking you in the face. Your chest was heaving up and down rapidly as Joel kept his eyes focused on you the whole time.

"Fuck fuck fuck." Groaning as his cock twitched spilling his own seed inside of you just seconds later.

Your body had felt like a cooked noodle. Arms laying still beside you your legs feeling incredible heavy. Joel gripped your knees as he tried to keep himself upright.

"Shit I really needed that." He chuckled as his fingers massaged your skin soothingly.

"I think we both did." Joel leaning forward to give you a tender passionate kiss.

Then another knock came on the door interrupting both you and Joel's intimate moment. Both your heads pointing towards the direction of the sound. Preparing yourselves for what was about to be said.

"Customers are complaining about the noises coming from this dressing room." Her voice timid as she spoke, but all you and Joel could do was burst into a fit of laughter.

[veren-cos]

Bachelors (sdv) and your first date!

Bachelors × gn! Reader

All of these are that you are in an established relationship (Aka you already asked them out / were asked out) but it's your first date!

Not proof read, based off of a request!

Sam

• Would take you to see live music!

• He is very much a big gestures person. So this was planned way in advance haha

• Like probably before y'all got together.

• But he has it planned with the band that he like sneaks away to "use the bathroom" but suddenly you just hear him on stage singing to you

• To some, cringy, but to you, it's adorable.

• He wrote the song especially for you, and wanted to make your first date with him extremely special.

• But once he is done, the two of you go back to having dinner and just talking.

• The night ends with him walking you home and a kiss.

Alex

• You go to a gridball match!

• Ngl I think this is a heart event with him(?) but idk what happens so here's this

• The date is mostly centered around the before and after!

• Before, the two of you are tailgating and just having a blast.

• He brought a boat load of snacks, and you get to hear him talk about his passions!

• He is just so happy to share his interests with you.

• You go to the game, the team he is rooting for wins!!

• But it's when you get back into town that he is just super sweet.

• He asked Evelyn for help with making a little picnic basket.

• So he had it all set up for the two of you to have a small picnic date for dinner.

• This is when you get to talk his ear off! He loves to listen to you, and learn about you.

• Overall, you both learned a lot about the other, and had a blast doing it!

• As much as I feel like a relationship with him would be fast paced, he probably takes the first date really slow because he doesn't want to scare you off haha, but you'll probably get a kiss at the end of the date ;)

Sebastian

• He is awkward as hell (/pos I love him)

• He was going to offer to plan the first date, but you beat him to the punch!

• Honestly, you knew he would be internally freaking out so this is what you did.

• You invited Sebastian and Sam over to your place to play Solorian Chronicles

• You knew he would loosen up and be less nervous if he had someone else there.

• But you had it pre-planned with Sam that he would leave in like a half hour because he got a call and 'it no there is a minor emergency at home and he needs to leave right now'

• Sam was a wingman in this for sure

• But now that you and Sebastian were alone, the two of you had so much fun!

• You played your little hearts out and defeated the evil overlord, successfully saving the princess!

• When you were done with the game, the two of you watched a movie, and pretty much ignored it-

• You cuddled a bit (shocking I know! But Sebastian I feel is very physically affectionate with friends so it isn't all that different.) (Only if no one else is around tho) (I might make a separate thing about this)

• You mostly made fun of the movie because it was so bad! So when you stopped paying attention you just talked. Super familiar so you were just really comfortable around the other.

• Maybe a kiss of the cheek if Sebastian is feeling confident <3

Harvey

• He goes to an airshow with you!

• He explains every little thing about each plane, and you absolutely love seeing his face light up.

• The planes are super loud though, so he makes sure to bring headphones for both of you!!

• If you can't hear him trying to talk, he brings a little notepad and writes down all his verbal nonsense.

• It's so cute though, you keep the notes so you remember everything from that day

• Later, you go back to his place and have a really nice lunch.

• He is a sappy guy, lit a few candles and everything <3<3

Shane

• His go-to idea would be to take you to the saloon, but he doesn't want to put himself back in that environment on a date.

• So he compromises with himself and sets up a very low-key bar-esk setting in the field by his house!

• Aka, a small dart board and a beer ping table (but not actual beer)

• He is the shit at drinking and yard games, and he knows that you are competitive so he just wants to have a little fun.

• He also brought out a corn hole (or bags idk people call it different stuff) set, so you pkay that too!

• Eventually Jas joins in as well because she sees the fun you two are having.

• You learn mire about Shane and his interests, and he learns more about you and yours.

• Marnie eventually dragged Jas back inside, and Shane gives you a big kiss.

• He isn't shy, but he is not a fan of pda, especially not in front of jas lmao

• Overall, your date was really fun and cute, and you got a feel for what being with him would be like in the long run.

• Yard games would be a staple date for you in the warmer seasons

Elliott

• Takes you to the library in the city!

• As much as he loves the local one, there is so much more to see in the city's library.

• Will read you sappy poetry he bought when you go home.

• Like. Dramatically reads you love poems.

• He tried to do this inside the library but that ended up drawing too much attention to him so you dragged him out before you got in trouble.

• Basically, you went for a really nice evening in the city! You held hands, went to a little café. He tried to make it as enjoyable as possible for the two of you, while staying true to himself.

• Gives you a kiss on your hand as he drops you off at home, but you pull him in for a kiss on the lips before he leaves.

• He walks home in a love-struck daze because of it

An* Oh geez I wrote a lot more than I was expecting- I just really loved this request, it was too cute!!

These also look way longer in my notes app then they do here

Masterlist

[god-o-bees]

Bloodsucker

Vampire Nikto

Happy Halloween!!!

Nikto x Reader

Gender neutral, Reader's bits are not specified.

Warning for NonCon.

Two weeks in a safe house in rural Siberia didn't seem so bad on paper. You had all the supplies you could need, a nice remote location away from any danger, and a lovely view of a small lake to wake up to every morning.

The cabin was cozy, clearly built for only one guest at a time. It was heated with wood burning furnace, which you kept fueled with firewood someone had helpfully collected beforehand. There was canned food and medical supplies in the cabinets, and even some old fishing gear in storage, next to all the assault rifles and packs of ammunition. The radio dish only needed occasional cleaning to keep working, and you only received signal every now and then. You didn't mind the silence, though. In fact, this short trip might even be a peaceful break from your routine back at base.

Within the first few days you could tell something was wrong. You woke up cold, no matter how many blankets you added to your bed and no matter how many logs you added to the furnace. You started to feel dizzy too, often having to pause what you were doing to sit down and have a few cups of water. You probably didn't look so healthy either, but there weren't any mirrors in the cabin, so you had no idea.

You began to have strange dreams- cold hands on your thighs, on your waist, up to your neck- whispers in your ears and nails digging into your flesh.

"Beautiful... all alone..."

You toss and turn in your sleep as the sensations start to feel too real.

"We are so hungry... and you have so much to give."

A sharp painful sting plunges into your neck, and you wake up the next morning sore and tired.

That day, you look for some painkillers in the cabinet to no avail.

The next nights aren't much better.

"Sweet thing... just a bit more..." The voice is louder this time, and you can detect a Russian accent in his words.

This time the other side of your neck is punctured- bitten, he's biting you. You can feel his warm breath on your neck as he sinks his teeth deeper. The ache turns from ice cold to red hot, and you groan and protest as your body gets weaker and weaker.

"Don't struggle..."

A hand travels down your chest, past your stomach, to your inner thigh-

You wake up in a cold sweat. It seems that you aren't just sick, you're also pent up.

That evening, after completing all your daily tasks, eating your favorite canned soup from the small collection in the kitchen, adding a few more logs to the fire and getting into bed, you decide to ease some of the tension from last night.

The only light in the room is from the oil lamp on the bedside table, bathing the space in a soft orange glow- it's soothing, you think.

When's the last time you even did this? Too long, apparently, because your hands are clumsy and awkward as they feel up your body.

You're supposed to imagine someone else, right? You didn't seem to have any trouble with it last night- the deep, gravelly voice of an you're sure you've never met saying strange things, touching you with cold hands, and leaving in a flash.

You close your eyes, letting instinct control your motions. Slow rubbing, massaging, and stroking, up and down, like waves crashing on a beach. It's not as good as you had hoped, but it's something.

"Fuck..."

A thumping sound jolts you from your short lived moment of pleasure.

It's not the noise a fox or squirrel would make. It was a loud bang against the front wall of the cabin- a small bear, maybe?

You quickly retrieve your pants and a tank top and grab a loaded rifle from the storage unit before readying yourself to open the door.

The instant you do, and rush of cold air momentarily distracts you- just enough time for a pair of strong arms to reach from behind and grapple you, squeezing the air from your lungs. The gun falls to the floor with a clatter as the door swiftly shuts closed.

"Our little soldier... you have no idea how much you tease us..." He growls under his breath.

The voice. The voice from your dreams. He was real.

He loosens his grip on your ribcage slightly, letting you breathe again.

"Now, let us finish what you started."

With inhuman ease, he carries you to the bed and pins you down. You finally get to see the man haunting your dreams, the man who's been watching you for who knows how long.

His face is scarred and disfigured, cuts and chemical burns painting his skin. His black hair is patchy is some places- more scar tissue, you notice- and is cut short everywhere else. His eyes are beautiful, a cold crystal blue that freezes you in place.

He wears a large black coat, making him look bigger than he actually is- and he's still very big.

He unbuttons it, letting it fall to the ground. His muscles stretch the fabric of his white dress shirt. He looks like he just came back from a dinner party.

"You must be so confused. You are wondering who we are, why we have been watching you, yes?" He caresses your cheek with his thumb as he speaks in an ineffective attempt to soothe you, especially considering the permanent scowl carved into his face.

"You were our dinner for the last few nights. You have the most delicious blood, you know that? It's addictive." He lifts your wrist up to his mouth and kisses it.

You struggle against him, but he keeps you pinned to the mattress like an insect, small and pitiful compared to him.

"You look so beautiful while you slept... I had to know if you were delicious in other places as well."

His tongue pokes out from between two long canines to lick over your veins. The teeth from your nightmares.

"What- what are you?" Your voice is shakier than you expected, betraying how utterly terrified you are.

"Your lover," He responds simply, and bites down onto your wrist.

You cry out in pain as he laps up the blood, his lips slowly stained with red as he devours his meal.

You try to fight back, but his strength combined with the fatigue of the last few nights had you collapsing back onto the bed.

After seemingly having his fill, he lets go of your wrist and begins to slip off his own pants.

"You are going to love this, малыш... you will be mine, I will take care of you- you will be my little pet, never leaving my side." He yanks your pants down next, groping at your tender flesh with greedy hands.

He bends down to leave hickeys up and down your neck as his fingers work to gather up a mixture of blood and spit to lube your hole, but it's not very effective. Despite that, he still spreads your legs and positions himself between them, giving you a glimpse of his cock.

God, what a sight it is. It's got plenty of length to it, but what's more impressive is it's girth. Could you even fit that? It's not as if he's giving you much of a choice. He's already wetting his head with precum and nudging it against your tight opening.

You groan as it stretches you, bullying it's way into your gut. The pain has you seeing stars and desperately clawing at his skin.

"Relax- relax, you can take me." He moves his lips from your neck to your chest, nipping at your skin with a fierce hunger.

A short whine escapes you when he bottoms out, sinking himself inside you like he was made to be there.

"Ah- there, look. You fit me so nicely." He whispers into your ear. "I will try to be gentle for you. You're such a sweet thing, after all." You can only moan softly in response.

He grunts when he starts to pull out, his pulsating length rubbing against every inch of your walls, before thrusting back in.

"Nng- fuck, ah-!" You can't form other words, too lost in how bad it hurts and how good it's starting to feel.

It's sickening how lovingly he cradles you, whispering praise and promises in your ear. He said he'd be gentle, and you can tell he's barely holding back. Every thrust is just a bit too calculated, every movement is restrained to make sure you don't break.

Your hands find the collar of his shirt and tug him down to meet you.

"Please- more- I can take it, please-" You gasp into his chest. His grip on you gets tighter, like he's seconds away from giving in.

"You think you can handle it? You are so fragiIe compared to me, I don't want you breaking." He growls. You nod vigorously, the only thing you can focus on is the feeling of him inside you, reaching places no one else has been to, making you feel things you've never felt before.

He pounds into you hard, like he was built to slam you onto his cock, like he needed it to live. You, on the other hand, almost regret asking for more. Your body just wasn't made to take something so thick, and you weren't given enough time to adjust. It's so mind-numbingly good, though, so euphoric, you don't even mind the ache.

You don't even realize you're crying until he starts licking up your tears, back to cooing and comforting you as he picks up the pace. You can feel the tense coil of pleasure in your core tighten, and evidently he feels it too.

"So good- release onto me, it's alright. My sweet little thing, so happy on my cock-" He groans into your ear, and suddenly his hands have started stroking right there, and he's pounding into your sweet spot, harder, harder-

You whimper pitifully as you orgasm, and your whole body is shaking in his grasp. He's still going, desperately thrusting into you, all speech lost to the animalistic frenzy of the moment. His teeth penetrate your skin one more time, and as you feel his hips stutter and a warmth shoot deep inside your body, you also feel a tingling from the fresher wound. Before you can even think, your vision goes black and you lose consciousness.

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His little soldier had cum so hard they passed out. It was adorable, everything about them was, really. Nikto felt like the luckiest man alive- well, undead. As he bundled you up in his coat, ready to whisk you back to his manor, he couldn't help but stare at your peaceful face. He couldn't wait to bring you home... his little pet indeed.

Hey! This was my first time writing an actual sex scene. Hope it was good!

Masterlist

[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Midnight Temptation

My Bloody Valentine

Part I

You learn a little more about the handsome stranger but not everything is as it seems. Still aloof and secretive but there's just something about him that has captivated you.

18+ Only! MDNI

CW: Slow Burn. Dark and mature themes. Vampire!Steve. Reader is pushed and attacked. Harsh language. Mention of blood and abrasions. Let me know if I missed anything!

WC: 4.7K

Steve… Steve… Steve…

Those eyes. You couldn’t forget those pools of molten amber that bore into yours as if he could see into your very soul.

The tall, dark and handsome stranger edged past the corner of your dream land that very night, catching a glimpse of him in your peripheral, out of place but not unwelcome. Hidden in the shadows, just as he had in the alleyway, watching and waiting. Each time you turn your face to gain a better look, he disappears, always just out of reach.

You awoke the next day with his name on your lips, a breathy whisper before you opened your bleary eyes and adjusted to the early afternoon light.

You sit up with a groan, the bedside table reading 1:16 pm. A little more sleep would have been ideal, but you took whatever you could get. Most days sleeping past noon was a miracle.

It would be another late shift, and you wondered if he might drop by, but you shook the thought from your mind just as quickly as it was there.

“No! Nope… not doing this.” You said to yourself, getting up from bed to get yourself ready. Just some dude. Just some handsome dude… with pretty eyes…

You had to mentally scold yourself once again before getting into the shower.

-

He didn’t show up that night.

Every time the door swung open, you found your gaze drifting in that direction, hoping he would walk back through and greet you with that broody yet enticing exterior but then as days stretched into a few weeks, you began to wonder if he’d been entirely a figment of your imagination. You felt foolish. It was one small encounter, yet it seemed to mean so much more. Why him? It felt as though in some way he had bewitched you.

Get a grip. He's just some guy… Some handsome, charming, mysterious guy… with a really nice ass. No. No. No. You cut yourself off, going back to check on your tables, making you momentarily forget about Steve, focusing on refilling drinks and taking greasy food orders.

He slipped in as your back was turned, talking to the bartender about some rude ass customer that you had just told off.

“I swear to God, if I see that douche in here again. It's the third time he's hit on me… some assholes just can't take the hint.” You huffed, as Jerry smirked and handed you two mugs of beer.

“Some dicks are like that, I'll make sure the bouncer keeps an eye out for him next time.” the man replies, his head snapping toward the back booth. “Shit, talk about guys that give off creeper vibes.”

Time seemed to slow as those eyes met yours. Those dark orbs flecked with amber shards that you dreamt about. He nodded, taking out a pack of smokes reaching for the ashtray in the middle of the table.

“He gives you the creeps?” You ask incredulously, reluctantly tearing your gaze away to look back at Jerry with a pinch of your brow.

“He's… odd. Been coming in here off and on for a few years. Never orders anything, smokes a couple and then he's gone.” He replies, while wiping down a few glasses.

You look back to Steve and regard him for a moment, his intense stare never leaving you as a cloud of smoke curls upward from his lips upon a heavy exhale, his features momentarily obscured by the cloud of nicotine.

“I dunno Jer, he's got that whole mysterious thing going on but maybe he just enjoys the atmosphere.” You smirk with a snicker, loading the beer onto your tray.

“Ha! In this shithole? That'll be the day.” He laughs, shaking his head and starts to work on some other orders.

Balancing the tray, you take a deep breath and head out onto the floor, navigating the small crowd and dropping off the round of beers, before heading over to where Steve sat.

His cigarette was now smoldering in the ashtray, his hands laced together and sitting on the tabletop as you approached, taking a deep breath to calm your sudden nervousness.

He’s just some guy. You begin to repeat, stepping in front of him.

“Hi stranger.” You greet him with a warm smile. “What’ll it be?”

He returns your smile, with a soft, lopsided one. Cute, you thought.

“Uh, nothing for me, thanks. Just enjoying this cancer stick before I head out.” He replies smoothly, pulling the cigarette back to his lips.

“Head out?” You asked, with an air of disappointment. “But you just got here– Well, I mean…” Your cheeks heat with the sudden slip up as his small grin grows wider, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he spoke once more.

“Keeping tabs on me, are we?” He smirked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“What? No.” You scoff. “In case you didn’t know, it’s my job to notice when customers walk in.”

“And talking to your co-worker about me?” He lifted a knowing brow.

“How did you–” Trailing off and looking back to where you had been standing with Jerry, all the way at the other end of the building, at least twenty feet away. How could he have heard that?

“Creeper vibes?” He asks, as your head snaps back to him.

“Hey, I didn’t say that… That was all Jerry.” You defend, placing a hand to your hip.

“I’m only teasing. I am well aware of my mysterious vibes.” He says with a chuckle, letting your tension melt away as his reassurance and light teasing puts you at ease.

“Well, I should at least apologi–”

“No need.” Dismissing the notion with a small wave before taking another cigarette to light.

“Let me buy you a beer?” You ask, voice low and sweet, hoping he would accept. For some reason, you were unwilling to let the conversation end so quickly.

“Don’t drink but thank you. Really.” He replies, lips wrapping around the filter as he takes a drag. His pink, pouty, perfect lips. That you were most definitely, unabashedly staring at.

He wears a knowing grin. “Buy me a pack of smokes. We’ll call it even, yeah?”

“Right.” You clear your throat, backing away. “Yeah! Of course.”

He chuckles to himself, watching as you turn and hurriedly make your way over to the bar.

A while later, you took your break running into the convenience store a few storefronts down to buy him that pack of cigarettes but by the time you made it back he was already gone.

“What the fuck?” You hiss, looking around at seeing his empty seat but this time there was a napkin left behind. A simple promise scrawled in fairly neat handwriting.

Sorry, had to dash. Save it for next time. – Steve

You smiled to yourself, pocketing the pack into your apron before making your next rounds.

_

It would only be a few days until your next encounter, passing him the small white pack with a smile. From that day forward, you began to see him every few days, learning a little more about him each time.

That aloof and mysterious facade quickly started to slip away, revealing a mild mannered, albeit a little broody sweetheart. There was still an air of secrecy around him, which you found all the more appealing adding to his already charming demeanor. Being devastatingly handsome was just an added bonus.

Sometimes he spoke like a true old soul with a friendly piece of advice or a few words of wisdom slipping out with ease in the middle of a conversation.

He never drank, didn't even ask for water, just smoked a couple of cigs in his corner keeping to himself. You'd seen a couple of women and men approach him but he always politely turned them down.

You learned he lived close by and liked to get out and stretch his legs, eventually finding his way down to the bar district each night.

When it came to what he did for a living, he kept it very simple yet vague, only stating that he did the occasional odd job. Whatever the odd job may be, it must have paid well considering the clothing he sported was stylish and always well put together, including his TAG Heuer watch. He looked much too expensive for a grungy, dimly lit place like this. It was a wonder he hadn’t been mugged yet.

He was a night owl, yet so were you, keeping you company most evenings and going out to the alley to join you for your breaks.

“So, where are you from originally?” You finally asked, trying to gain some sense of better understanding of the man before you, eyes shifting over to him expectantly.

“A small town, not too far from here.” He replied, looking toward the ground as he leaned against the wall next to you, knocking the ashes from his half smoked cigarette. Yet another vague response to something that should be easy.

“Why do you always do that?” You huffed a little, shifting on your makeshift stool, putting your hands inside your coat pockets, glaring up at him.

“Do what?” He asked flatly, feigning ignorance to his obvious aloofness.

“I ask a question, and you give a half-assed answer. You do it all the time.”

“Sometimes the answer, it’s… complicated.” Answering thoughtfully, with a sigh, a hand running through his perfectly quaffed hair, not meeting your gaze.

“Complicated? That’s as basic as it gets, I would hate to see you try to come up with something for more intricate questions.” You scoff and stand, taking a few steps toward the building.

He heaves another heavy sigh, dropping the butt and crushing it under his boot, watching as you stop and look back at him.

“Look, if you don’t want to tell me, it’s fine. You’ve obviously got some sort of walls built up to keep people out, so I won’t pry.”

He didn’t expect that, meeting your gaze with soft, tired eyes. There was a small, poignant pause between you, as if this would define a small turning point and for whatever reason, he didn't quite understand he let the truth slip free.

“Hawkins.” He quietly said. “About two hours from here, or at least it used to be.”

“No shit?” You asked, bewildered.

A natural gas explosion from an extensive underground cave system had decimated the sleepy town. Everyone in Indiana knew about the events that reeked of a government cover up and had conspiracy theorists coming out of the woodwork. Luckily, most of the residents had already been evacuated, so most of the damage was isolated to the land and structures. You’d remembered reading about it in some of your history classes.

“Wow, that was in ‘88 or ‘89… wait… how old are you exactly?” Your brows pinched with confusion as you mentally calculated the time frame.

“Yeah, the end of ‘89. And I'm… older than I look.” He shrugged, biting his lip, trying to gauge your expression.

“So… you're fucking with me?” You nod, face falling a bit, crossing your arms over your chest. “You know, it would've been easier just to say literally any BFE town in Indiana, or hell the world. It's not like I'm going to go snoop into your history, Steve.”

His lips part but you hold up a hand, silencing him.

“Nope. I get it. Keep your secrets.” You quickly spin away and leave him standing there crestfallen and a little stunned. It suddenly occurred to you that he wasn't taking anything seriously, so neither should you. It stung a little, but at least you knew where he stood or rather didn't stand.

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Steve knew he was getting in too deep.

It had been years since he had any sort of meaningful connection with someone, finding himself craving your company. He knew better yet found himself sitting at his usual booth again and again.

He still didn't understand it. No one has ever smelled as divine as you do and he imagined no one ever would. It was maddening, but the more time he spent in your presence he was able to control his impulses, keeping those beastly urges at bay.

Those first few weeks were pure agony. He left the alley in search of a quick meal, finding it a couple of blocks down in a dimly lit parking garage. It warmed his throat but tasted like ash on his tongue, doing little to quench his bloodlust, his mind drifting back to you. To have you so close, yet letting you slip right through his fingers seemed such a waste.

After he'd finished, letting the chap go on his merry way, he wandered back toward that same alley finding it vacant, but your powerful scent lingered. He stayed close by until you were finished with your shift.

Around 2 am, you finally found your way going toward home with Steve close behind. For a moment, it crossed his mind to drag you into the nearest dark corner and feed, but he pushed that thought away. You were something special, that much was obvious, he had to control himself if he wanted to get closer to you.

He silently followed you every night, staying undetected and keeping to the shadows, until his fangs no longer had a mind of their own every time he caught a whiff of your sweet essence. In all these years, he had never felt the need to do so with anyone but the overwhelming urge to have you, to claim you in every way began to slowly overtake his brain. In his mind, you were already his.

Talking about Hawkins brought up a lot of memories he would have much rather forgotten but he didn't think about the logistics, his mouth working faster than his mind when it slipped out.

The look on your face had made his heart ache. An immediate lump formed in his throat at your mere mention of being anything but truthful, suddenly wishing he had lied instead. The real truth of the matter, the town being overrun with creatures from the Upside Down would have been too much for someone to understand.

Of course, it didn't help that he was forever stuck in this twenty-year-old form, now at fifty-seven. Even if he had actually been born closer to the downfall of Hawkins, it would have been a stretch to believe.

The government did come in to cover it up, as far as he knows, they're still covering it up. No one is allowed in. The secure barrier that they created is heavily monitored by the military but somewhere deep in his bones he can still feel it. The influence, the pull that ties him to all manner of creature and beings still beyond his manner of understanding.

He supposed that's why he hadn't managed to go further than Indianapolis. Something tethered him to the Upside Down, a bond that would probably never be severed.

Fall faded as winter quickly approached and the temperatures began to nosedive. There was early snow at the end of November that had turned into a grey frozen sludge on many of the sidewalks making it a literal icy hell. You lost count of how many times you had slipped and fallen already.

Christmas Eve was no different. You made the hazardous trek in but it was still business as usual once you had arrived. The glow of the neon and promise of cheap beer was just too much for some people to ignore, most patrons seemingly unfazed by the wintery tundra just outside the door, self-preservation be damned.

On holidays the bars were usually filled with the lonely and broken, people with no other place to go so they filled their time with a buzz and familiar conversation. No family. No friends. You seemed to fit right in.

Steve hadn’t come back around, and you admittedly missed his presence. His booth remained empty, and it left you feeling a little remorseful at the last conversation. Maybe you were too harsh and quick to judge but then again, why did he lie about the most mundane question.

In those few short weeks, he’d become a staple. Even Jerry had commented that he hadn’t seen the “creeper” in a while. Though “creeper” seemed to now be a more affectionate term, as he saw the way Steve had looked at you, though he kept his commentary to himself after you had seemed so heartbroken the last time he had been here.

The longer the night pressed on, the flow of customers only began to trickle. Midnight left you and Jerry alone with one of the regulars, Jimmy. An older man whose wife died a few years back, so he drowned his sorrows when he could.

You were sitting at the bar, counting your tips when Jerry spoke up.

“Want to go home early? I don’t think anyone else is going to come in tonight. If they do, I can manage.” He says, nonchalantly, wiping down the bar.

“Not like I have anywhere else to be Jer.” Responding nonchalantly. “But if you're trying to run me off I won't object.” Your fingers drift to the back of your apron, untying it and hopping off the stool.

You slipped into the restroom to empty your bladder for the walk home, as if by habit your eyes drifting to that empty booth upon exiting. There was a small red gift bag sitting there.

Looking around, the place was just as you had left it. Jimmy was nursing his drink at the bar and Jerry had his back to you, cleaning up the bottles in the back. You wipe your damp hands down the front of your jeans and begin to make your way over.

Upon further examination the small tag indeed has your name scrawled across it, making your heart leap a little in your chest. You pull the matching red tissue paper up to reveal a small note tucked into the side.

Please accept this small token as gratitude for your time and listening ear.

Merry Christmas, Steve.

You look around again. How had he slipped in and out so quickly?

A black velvet box lay in the bottom of the bag. Your fingers hesitantly wrap around the smooth exterior, before opening it to reveal a diamond tennis bracelet. It sparkled back at you in the neon and low lights. It was breathtaking and assuredly cost more than what you made in a month's time.

You trace the edges in awe, so enraptured that you hadn't heard the footsteps behind you.

“What's that?” Jerry's voice pulls you back to reality.

“Uh, nothing.” You quickly recover, snapping the box closed and shoving it back into the bag awkwardly.

“That didn't look like nothing.” He prodded with a small grin.

“Bye Jerry.” You squeeze past him to head out for the night, with the bag clutched tight to your chest.

“Sure Y/N, have a good night.” He chuckled as you made toward the back.

Later that night you examined the bracelet with a big dopey smile plastered to your face. No one had ever given you something so lavish. Too lavish that wearing it out to work seemed out of place but it was too beautiful not to show off. Jerry never said anything, but he always gave you a knowing smile when he saw the jewelry on your wrist.

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You hadn't even been able to thank him properly for the bracelet. Steve’s note had been short, not surprising the way you two had left things but you continued wondering if you would see him again or if he would forever keep his distance. It would be weeks before you would finally see him again.

The day before Valentine’s.

A made-up holiday for big corporations to profit off of lovesick saps. Being single for so long had turned you a bit cynical toward love, not that you had meant for it to happen, but you had grown accustomed to the idea of being alone.

The bar was having a big event the next day, so it already looked like cupid had thrown up around the room. Streamers, paper hearts and heart shaped balloons decorated the space.

Jerry chuckled as you grumbled about your shift, thankful you would be off the actual day of, happy not to have to wait on cheery couples or the occasional depressed loner.

Steve’s booth remained relatively empty as if it was always waiting for his return, until tonight. You watched as two men strolled in like they owned the place and quickly took up residence in the back.

“What can I get you two gentlemen?” Asking as you walked up to his booth. A silly notion that he should have such a claim over it. He didn’t own it; hell he never even bought a drink.

“Hi sweet cheeks.” The one to the left of you hummed, tongue licking across his lower lip as his eyes drifted down your legs, even going as far as shifting in his seat to gain a better look. It made your skin crawl. He was pushing every bit of fifty, pudge hanging over his pants and balding.

You had your fair share of sleazeballs, but these two were the big door prize.

“Pitcher of Bud Light,” The younger one spoke up, eyes settling unabashedly on your cleavage. He could have been the other’s son but still had all of his sandy blonde hair. Something in the way he stared at you made your hairs stand on end. It was unsettling the way his eyes lingered, looking you up and down like you were his next meal.

“And sweet cheeks, how about some shots of Jack to go with that.” The older one grinned. “My boy just got home today and we’re celebrating.”

“Coming right up,” you responded cheerfully, dropping your forced smile as soon as you turned away. It was bound to be a long night, and these two were only going to make it worse.

A little while later, you brought their drinks over, careful not to lean too far over the table to give them the wrong idea.

“Here we go. One pitcher of Bud Light, two glasses and two shots of Jack.” You smiled, friendly enough, setting everything out between them. “Anything else for you right now?”

“How about you do a shot with us, huh?” The younger man leaned slightly forward sporting a sardonic grin.

“Sorry, don’t drink on the clock but let me know if I can get you anything else.” You nod and turn to head back out onto the floor.

“Woah, hey, don't leave yet.” He grabs your wrist, halting your movement, causing you to spin back around with an icy glare. He chuckles, but lets you go, holding his hands up in defense but his eyes drift to the bracelet around your wrist.

“Don’t touch me again.” You spit.

“Sorry darlin. Just thought you might want to help me celebrate later. Once you get off…” Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes lingering up and down your curves, but the offer is short lived as you scoff.

“I’ll pass.” You shoot back, not bothering to wait for a retort or to watch his all too forced smile turns into a heavy scowl, cussing under his breath, calling you a “fuckin’ bitch” as you walked away.

You were too engrossed in taking orders and gathering drinks to notice them leer at you from the corner, leaving only after one round of drinks. You weren’t shocked to find they had paid exact change, no tip included. Good riddance.

The rest of your shift went smoothly, all but forgetting those two idiots and letting the rest of the night fade away.

You left the warmth of the bar behind around two in the morning, along with the smell of stale beer heading for home, making sure your coat was zipped securely as you began to hum “Can’t Help Falling in Love”, an earworm you couldn’t shake since it had been playing on rotation all night.

“Happy Valentine’s Day…” You murmured, tossing your knit beanie over your head and securely over your ears.

Much to your surprise the flurries had stopped earlier, leaving a clear and quiet night behind. The crusty slush and salt mixture crunches beneath your boots with each step. Once you made it past the main storefronts, it began to turn into that thin sheen of icy danger making you slow down a few beats to make sure you didn't slip.

The strap of your backpack kept falling, making you pause to push it up your shoulder again as you suddenly thought you heard what sounded like footsteps falling in behind in time with your own. You stop, and so do they.

Your breath fogs ahead of you as you swallow thickly around a small lump beginning to form in your throat. Something felt off. You turn to look over your shoulder, seeing nothing but an empty sidewalk in a frozen cityscape. A breath of relief escapes you, spinning back around as you pick up the pace.

It was only another two blocks before you would be back in the warmth and safety of your apartment, suddenly aching for a hot bath and a glass of wine to wind down.

A noise from the darkened alley ahead makes your head snap in the direction it came from. The streetlamp was out, making you feel a strange unease once more. You didn’t stop, looking down the street there was a dumpster but nothing else that seems out of place.

It was sudden, knocking the breath from your lungs as your body crashes to the frozen ground, you gasp harshly as something grabs onto you, quickly pulling you back up to a standing position and dragging you closer to the secluded alleyway.

“St—” You try, still too winded from the initial blow to speak, a raspy sort of squeak escaping you instead, your legs thrashing out in front of you.

Whoever it was didn’t let go, forcing their hand over your mouth to stifle any more noises that escape you as their arm wound around your waist, hauling you up as they continue down the dark alleyway. This is it. You think bitterly.

“Stupid bitch.” They hiss. “I asked nicely earlier, ya’ know.”

It suddenly hit you. The asshole from earlier.

You attempt to scream, finally getting the breath back in your lungs but it comes out too muffled behind his large palm.

“Shut the fuck up!” He grits out, right by your ear, suddenly throwing you up against the metal dumpster. Your head hit hard, knocking you dazed as he let you crumple to the ground with a dark chuckle. “Least I can get a pretty penny for that piece of ice on your arm.”

You reach up, your fingertips are met with a warm, wet patch at your hairline, making your grimace as blood slowly trickles down the side of your face.

It all happened so quickly. One second the idiot was right on top of you, breathing down your neck and then he was being pulled away from you with a forceful tug.

There was a half scream, half screeching noise followed by a gurgling sound that was abruptly cut off as an eerie silence hung in the air. You wince, trying to turn your head to see behind you.

Your eyes squint in the dark, two black silhouettes in the shadows clinging closely to each other, or rather, as your eyes begin to focus, one holding the other up. You watch in silence as the figure in a long, dark coat lets the other go. They fall to the ground with a resounding thud in a limp, unmoving heap as a shiver runs down your spine at the sudden revelation.

You try to move back, but your feet fai you, feeling heavy and lethargic, sending you back into the dumpster beside you with a resounding thud, causing his head to snap toward you.

His eyes. That molten amber glowing brightly in the dark. Those eyes that you had dreamed of, it hadn't been your imagination, only now seeming more like a nightmare as he stares at you.

You gasp, covering your mouth as he takes a step forward, his face finally illuminated just enough to see those handsome features come into view only to be obscured with a splatter of crimson splashed across his alabaster skin.

“Steve?!”

[mw00nie]

soft jake peralta ♡

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A/N: this is just a random idea that popped in my head after reading @flvvffy's soft sukuna post so i decided to write a jake version :)

w.c: 3.1k (not proofread)

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soft!jake who mumbles “morning..” against your hair before he’s even fully awake. doesn’t open his eyes, just pulls you in closer and buries his face into your shoulder like he can hide from the world there. if you try to get up too soon, he lets out a groan and quietly mutters, “five more minutes. you’re warm.”

soft!jake who doesn’t really think about it before reaching for your hand in public. it’s automatic at this point. busy street, slow walk in the park, grocery store line; doesn’t matter. it’s a comfort thing. he just feels better when you’re right there.

soft!jake who gets you things with him like it’s the most normal thing ever. if he’s going to get coffee he’ll get you your favorite order exactly how you like along with a little pastry he knows you like. when asked about it he just shrugs and says “why not?” and carries on with whatever he’s doing.

soft!jake who loves talking about you in the most casual of occasions. if captain holt mentions a documentary he’ll say “oh y/n’s into that too she was telling me about…” and he would ramble on his eyes lighting up with adoration because the memory is playing in his mind actively as he speaks.

soft!jake who randomly says ‘i love you’. You’re writing something on your laptop and you have that little furrow in your brows while focusing? ‘i love you’. you’re laughing at a silly joke he said? ‘i love you’. He just loves the shit out of you for simply existing.

soft!jake who loves holding you hand. if you’re next to each other your hand will be in his. lacing, unlacing, tapping, tracing shapes, feeling your nails under his fingertips (he likes the slick feeling of nail polish). it’s a comfort thing for him even if he doesn’t know it.

soft!jake who is more invested in your hobbies than you even though he doesn’t do them. if he find out you’re into painting he’ll spend nights researching it. his idea of researching painting by the way is watching bob ross videos. but still he’ll find you painting and ask if you’re gonna paint ‘a happy little tree’ there. Which is just sososo sweet ;(

soft!jake who reads books you’re reading so you guys can talk about it together. and when you figure that out you begin to read shorter length books knowing how short jake’s attention span can be. he also really gets into annotating because he saw you putting sticky tabs, highlighting, and writing down comments in your book. You’ll open up his book and just see random things like an arrow pointing to a certain paragraph and a bunch of ‘??????’ or ‘omg!!’

soft!jake who does the chores he knows you hate. he does the dishes/loads the dishwasher because he knows you think it’s icky touching all the dirty plates and getting prune-y hands from washing dishes. he takes out the trash because you don’t like the smell. he vacuums because he knows you hate the loud noise and he usually does it when you’re not home.

soft!jake who every once in a while, will pull you into a hug that’s tighter than usual. no jokes. no commentary. just silence and his arms around you like they were made to fit there. and when you ask what it’s for, he just says, “no reason. just… i needed to.”

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A/N: i really enjoyed writing this actually i might write more of it if i get more inspo soon :)