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hellsslibrary · 4 months

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Hello! There's just not so many sub! Kaiser fics and I'm d y i n g to read those 😔😔

Can I request for a sub! Kaiser x male reader where Kaiser has a praise kink but doesn't ever want to admit it 👀

#a.n. :This is so same! Kaiser is such a babygirl, I want to kiss him, eat him, hug him, and then rock him in my arms and let him relax... But no, this bitch is always top, lol. Even funny.

"I don't like your damn praise! Just fuck me alre—...What?"

!!Warnings: Bottom!Sub!Michael, Dom!Top!Reader, sex on an indoor football field (it's empty, it just seemed interesting to me, imagine the echo there...), praise kink obviously, Michael tries to be dominant, but he's too much of a pillow princess (he came out so gentle... In his own way), in fact everything is quite vanilla, but he kicks you when he's unhappy, also very romantic in general. × And the reader is somehow connected with football company. You can be a manager, a football player, or even a cleaner there, honestly.

The football field in the building was closed at night, knowing full well how persistent football players in the leagues can be. Darkness, silence, idyll... Except for the flashlight from the phone somewhere in the middle of the field and quiet groans echoing from the walls.

"Why did you decide to have sex here? Plus, at this time?" You ask, looking over at Michael, who was clutching at the trimmed grass in the lawn as you thrust into him at a careful, almost tremulous pace.

“I think you said yourself that you wanted to experiment... So we’re starting with something easy,” Blonde whispers, wincing from the unpleasant feeling of artificial grass in his hands, so he just hugs your neck lazily.

“Well, yes, but... You obviously have some other reasons. But I won’t push if you don’t want to talk,” Michael just sighs at your words, but it immediately turns into a soft moan when your lips touch his neck.

“I just love the atmosphere in here, as weird as it sounds, so shut up and fuck me,” A disgruntled mutter escapes his lips, only to be cut short when he tilts his head back, giving you better access to his neck.

You look over his face, surprisingly too peaceful for him. Maybe this place really brought inner comfort to his soul, erasing all the doubts and burdens that he kept inside and sometimes shared with you. Maybe it was. But your heart broke at the sight of him for some reason, you understood his feelings more than anyone... Because you were probably the only one he was able to open up to so much.

“Micha? You’re a good boy,” echoes from your lips almost casually, but with a sickly sweet note that you want to listen to forever and drown in these sweet speeches.

"What was it?"

You find yourself torn from examining his face by his question. And really, why did you say that? He didn't do anything special during your entire session, which lasted about half an hour. And you too... But one look at him is enough for you to understand why.

Your attentive gaze glides over his perfect facial features, long eyelashes giving his eyes an unusual softness and warmth. Instantly you feel the desire to say that he is beautiful, extraordinarily beautiful. Faithful hands, strength and tenderness in every touch, sincerity and warmth in every word, just for you. The desire to praise, to say how much love and kindness he has, how he is able to bring a smile even in the most cloudy weather.

His soul shines brighter than the stars in the sky, his smile can melt the heart of icy granite. The desire to praise, express gratitude for all the beauty and kindness that he brings into this world. He is not just a person, he is magic, miracle, a spark that pushes you to move even in your most difficult moments.

The words seem unfair, but the heart is filled with feelings that are impossible to carry on the wind. Praise, approval, love — all these are small before the greatness of his soul and his existence. You really want to tell him about this so that he understands how amazing and significant he is to you. Just as the sun rises every morning, he awakens in you a feeling of awe and admiration that seems endless and will remain so.

“Because I love you,” You say without thinking, and immediately catch a light, rare blush on his cheeks.

His hand immediately drops down from your shoulder to cover the pink dust on his cheeks, but you intercept his hand, kissing his fingers tenderly, intertwining your fingers together.

"You idiot... Why so suddenly?" He asks, even if he doesn't wait for an answer, lightly kicking you in the side, groaning when you lean over him a little closer, hitting his sweet spot at a pleasant angle.

You find yourself thinking that you would worship him if he were God. It’s not that you didn’t already worship him... But he was definitely the person for whom even an atheist would reconsider their views on the world.

"Why suddenly? I'm always ready to praise you. You are tenacious, driven, incredibly smart, caring for those you care about in your own way... You are simply magnificent."

"Shut up, please shut up. I don't need your praise, just fuck me and..." He trails off, kicking you in the side again as he realizes something, "You didn't say that I'm handsome."

“Your beauty is a fact. But your appearance is far from the main thing that you have, even if you think differently... But if I started to list what I like about you externally, then we would move on to dithyrambs and ballads, and not to the climax."

Michael chuckles, finally distracted from contemplating you in response, realizing that he really feels a knot growing in his stomach. In general, he would never admit that he would be glad to listen to these dithyrambs and ballads and much more if it came from you. He's always taken praise for granted because, yes, he's Michael Kaiser, but now? He's just a puddle in your hands that's trying to look like ice.

“I’m not clenching around your cock right now because...” He cuts himself off, groaning as your mouth sucks on his neck in the area of his tattoo, “It’s not because I liked the praise, is that clear to both of us?”

“Of course, my King, as you say,” You say, biting the skin of his neck, causing him to whimper quietly as one of your hands slides to his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts.

Your pace gradually picks up as you get closer too. And the sight of Michael, who clearly enjoyed your previous praise, did not at all ease your hard-on, nor did the warm walls around him.

"Call me!" He suddenly shouts, kicking you in the side once again, although you have no idea what he means at first, pulling away from his neck.

"Good boy?" You ask cautiously and to your surprise and pleasure, his cock twitches in your palm, and after a few thrusts he actually comes, squeezing you tighter than usual, which is why you can’t help but cum, thrusting into him a couple of times in post-orgasmic bliss, and then laying down on his chest.

The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you as he lightly ran his hand through your hair. You were both regaining your more than ragged breaths before the comfortable silence was interrupted by a question that made you chuckle hoarsely.

“Why did you ask this and not state it as a fact?”

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minniesmutt · 3 months

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Drummer hyunjin x singer fem #32 PLEASE

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“Y/n!” Hyunjin called as she practically stormed away from him. He was hot on her heels though.

“Fuck off!” she called just before he grabbed her arm and turned her around

“Stop for a minute and talk to me,” Hyunjin said

“Why? You seemed cozy talking with that fan,” Y/n bit back

“She came up to me! I was trying to get back to you!”

“Whatever,” Y/n scoffed and pulled her arm from him

“If you turn your back on me again, you better be bending over.”

Y/n looked at him for any hint that he was joking— she knew he wasn’t. Instead, she grabbed his arm and dragged him into her dressing room. Closing the door behind them mist as he pushed her against said door.

“Just want me to fuck the brat out of you,” Hyunjin growled

Y/n pulled him to her lips without saying another word. Hyunjin responded immediately and pulled her from the door. He moved her back to the makeup table. Lips moving hungrily against each other as he pressed her against the table.

“You know you’re hot when you’re jealous,” Hyunjin mumbled against her lips as he pushed her skirt up over her hips.

“I’m gonna start to think you make me jealous on purpose,” Y/n told him

“Never. You’re the only one for me.”

Hyunjin turned her around and bent her over the table. Pulling down her safety shorts and panties before unbuckling his belt and pants. Y/n watched him in the mirror before she felt his fingers pushing into her. Y/n moaned as her head dipped down. Hyunjin grabbed the back of her head and lifted it back up. “Watch yourself,” he demanded

Y/n nodded as he kept a hold on her, making sure her head stayed up. His fingers spreading her open for him. Making sure she could take him comfortably even if they had already fucked before their preformance tonight.

“Hyun,” Y/n whined

“Begging already baby?” “Please. Need you.”

“Yeah? Need me to remind you I only belong to you?” “Yes,” Y/n moaned

Hyunjin pulled his fingers out and adjusted himself behind her. Y/n felt him push in behind her as he pulled her up against his chest. Plump lips sucking on her skin as he sank into her. One hand wrapped around her middle while the other was on the front of her throat. Slowly his hips stared moving. Y/n grabbed onto his arms as he fucked up into her.

“You’re the only person I’ll ever fuck like this. No one else.” Hyunjin mumbled against her neck.

“Fuck i hope not,” Y/n moaned

Hyunjin bent her back over the table. The hand on her throat moved to the nape of her neck while the other grabbed her hip. His thrusts picked up as he looked at his singer in the mirror. Watching her try and keep her eyes open from the pleasure.

Hyunjin leaned over her and placed his hand on the table. His other hand moved to rub her clit. Y/n gasped and let out a loud moan as she pulsated around him. The drummer quickly put two of his fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet. Not wanting to draw attention to the dressing ready this time and get berated by the rest of their band and management team.

Y/n whined around his fingers as it got harder for her to concentrate on anything but him. His hips snapped against her ass, each thrust bringing her closer and closer. His thrusts got harder as she got tighter around him before the knot in her stomach snapped. Clamping down around him tight as she shook under him.

Hyunjin held her up as he kept fucking into her. Fucking get through her high till he came. Pulling out at the last second and coming on her ass. Some getting inside her. Cursing to himself a bit as they both came down. Hyunjin grabbed a tissue from the station and cleaned his girlfriend up as well as himself and fixed both of them.

“Hotel?” Y/n asked as she turned around to him

“As much as I would love to, we do have to stay,” Hyunjin sighed

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the-daydreaming-show · 1 year

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❝baby mine, don't you cry❞ — Richard “Dick” Grayson

jason's version

The arrival of your first child and the chaotic energy he brings into your life (which is saying a lot, why chaos is a part of you). So imagine the gray hair you obtained thanks to your First Joy.

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People forget that as Dick was a troublesome little sh*t and he still is. We love him but he is the chaotic son and @igotmessymind agrees with me!!!

This story is part or the BATMOM SCARLET WITCH UNIVERSE that i have create. I hope you enjoy!!!

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

WARNINGS: Dick's parents die; a boy who is very angry with the world; a very stressed new mother (you); Bruce is there, but that's not what this story is about, but he is a good father in this world.

Technically, the first time you met Dick was directly after his parents died, but he wouldn't remember that until he was an adult. And you never counted that as your first interaction with your boy because of the tragedy of the whole scenario.

You and Bruce had gone to the circus that day in the subtlest way a Wayne could go anywhere. It was a date night, one that both of you had recently defined as mandatory every week. First so that Bruce could have a break, and second because that way you guys started spending time together somewhere other than the batcave. Something that, according to Alfred, you both desperately needed as a couple.

You two were in the front row when Mary and John Grayson plummeted to their deaths in the middle of their circus act, leaving a horrified ten-year-old Dick. The boy's scream was something that, even years later, if you closed your eyes, you could still hear with terrifying clarity. Once the tent was evacuated and the crime scene isolated by the GCPD, the newly promoted Captain Jim Gordon arrived and, before you left, he very subtly approached you and your husband. He asked you if you could do something for the child. The forensics team will arrive at any moment now, and they will have to uncover the bodies. Nobody couldn't get Dick to move or to react in any way, and Jim wanted to spare the boy seeing his parents like this more than he already had.

Jim had been aware of your and your husband's identities for a while, so the request didn't surprise you. To the contrary, you quickly agreed. He took you back to the tent. Dick had been lowered from the platform, but he remained curled up in a ball on the floor, next to where the bodies of his parents were covered in white sheets, which were turning redder from day to day. Little with each passing moment. You approached him, with the most delicate step possible, and placed a hand on his hundred, entering his mind gently and gently guiding his consciousness out of the shock of the situation. It was superficial magic that didn't get you into the boy's mind very much, just enough to help him and not force him. In a few seconds the boy's head snapped up, and you let Jim quickly take control of the situation, allowing one of his detectives to guide you back out of the closed area, then back to your husband.

You had to help your husband out of his own shock that same night, forcing him to stay home and not go out as Batman, without accepting any complaints. Alfred helped, agreeing with the idea immediately. The death of the Grayson's in front of his own son was something that came very close to Bruce's heart, too many buried memories that arose uncontrollably.

The first official meeting that both of you remember is almost two weeks later. After you and Bruce had decided to take care of little Dick into your own hands. All because you find out how the boy kept sneaking out of the houses where the state put him at least once a day since that fateful night.

“Dick, this is my beautiful wife, y/n Wayne” Bruce introduced them both that day when the boy arrived with his suitcase and his eyes wide open, surprised by all the luxury that Wayne Manor represents. Smile at yourself and look briefly at your husband in reproach for his choice of words. He just shrugged, not at all sorry for his words. It's the truth. You ARE beautiful, and you are MY wife, he thought in his defence, knowing you would listen. You rolled your eyes and returned your attention to the child between the two of you.

“It's a pleasure, Mr. Wayne” The boy said suspiciously, but politely, not believing how good the situation looked for him and not trusting you or your husband at all.

“It's nice to meet you too, Dick” you told him, smiling sweetly “No need to be so formal, just call me y/n, it's fine”

Dick's mind couldn't stop thinking about how pretty you were. The way you were sweet in that first meeting was bittersweet for him, because he reminded him of his own mother, of that affection that she used to give him and that he would never receive from her anymore.

“Lunch is almost done” you tell him as you lean a little more towards Bruce for support, “Are you hungry?. Alfred prepared a buffet just to welcome you” you explained trying to push those thoughts away for now, you desperately wanted him to feel good and comfortable there.

“Alfred?” the boy asked, confused.

“Our butler” Bruce explained

“He's more like family than anything” you clarified, “Like a grumpy grandpa who won't let you touch the stove without breathing over your shoulder” you teased a bit.

“Did he say my name, Mistress y/n?” said the aforementioned, coming from the kitchen and looking at you accusingly.

“No, not at all” you denied it and Dick couldn't help but smile a little at the mischief, to which you winked at him and offered your hand.

“Come on, let me show you the dining room” you invited him and the boy left your hand dangling for a moment, thinking about his next move. But, since you didn't stop smiling or offering him your hand, Dick decided to take it last, mainly because he was hungry.

Dick let you guide him, serve him food. He talked to you a bit during the meal until Bruce had to go to Wayne Enterprises for a meeting, then you showed him the mansion and his room. You promised him that you would go shopping this week to decorate it to his liking so that he would feel more comfortable.

During that week was the honeymoon phase.

The social worker you and Bruce had meetings with before Dick arrived explained about the phase. It's when everything seems perfect and the child shares his best manners. Either out of fear of how you would react. Or hoping to see how long your stay in the house would last, if it's worth getting used to or not. But the act would end sooner or later.

And it was exactly one week later (a Tuesday to be exact), the day after Dick started attending his new school, that the boy act ended and the adjustment phase officially began.

“This stage is the most difficult, so I need you to be prepared for it, especially in a case like Richard's” the social worker explained to both of you with seriousness. You had taken every word she gave you with like it was the bible, but at the end you still weren't ready when it started and everything that happened hit you like a truck.

You were in your studio in downtown Gotham, having a meeting with the designers who work with you and discussing that winter's new clothing collection for the brand. When Nina, your personal assistant, enters the office after timidly knocking on the door with a worried face.

“Mrs. Wayne” she called out to you, to which you look at her, smiling kindly upon seeing her “I know that you asked me not to bother you unless it was an emergency” she said, remembering what you had told her, you frowned immediately worried, because Nina was extremely effective and if she was there it was because it was genuinely an emergency “Gotham Academy is on call, it's about your son” she told you, and you immediately called off the meeting before leaving on the phone.

It turned out that not only had the school called, but GCPD had called Bruce around the same time. Dick, your only ten-year-old boy, had run away from school and ended up being found in Crime Alley by an officer who recognised him from the news. The officer in turn informed Jim Gordon, knowing the proximity to the Wayne's, and he gave the order to bring the boy to his office in the centre of the city, to then call your husband. You never knew what god to thank for Dick that would have been found by one of the few good cops in Gotham, but you did anyway.

“What is he thinking?” you asked worriedly while talking on the phone with Bruce, already on your way to the police station, with Alfred driving, “Anything could have happened to him. If he didn't want to go to school he could have said, he insisted on starting this week, I don't understand!-” you stopped, passing your hand over your eyes and sighing heavily.

“That was probably the point, love” Bruce said softly. “He wanted you to leave him at school and not think about the matter anymore. It is likely that his plan would have always been to escape, surely he would have done the same yesterday if he had not been assigned a partner for his first day” he explained to you, his voice accompanied by the movement of papers on the desk in his own office.

The day before, which had been Dick's first day of school since the death of his parents, the school had assigned one of its older students to guide him on that day, so he had been watched all day. But that day had been different, and your son had gotten up in the bathroom in the middle of the first class, and had not returned to the classroom. So the school had called you when they realised the boy was missing. And Jim had called Bruce shortly after when the patrolman found him. And Dick had taken a cab to Crime Alley, of all the places.

“He's safe, you need to calm down, love” Bruce continued, getting up from his desk, to walk up to the large windows in his office and look out over the city, as if he could see you from the top of Wayne Tower “We'll talk to him when he gets home, before dinner, but upsetting you like that won't help” he advised you, even though he was just as worried about what had happened.

“Alright, alright” you whispered while taking a deep breath.

At the door of the police station you were met by a uniform who was waiting for Jim's orders, who took you to the captain's office where, sitting with his head down and his arms crossed tightly across his chest, you found Dick.

“Richard Grayson” you started in a stern tone, walking towards him and crouching down in front of him, to check that he wasn't hurt. “¿What were you thinking?¿Why do you think of getting in Crime Alley alone?” you asked calmly but firmly, looking at me as the boy avoided returning the gesture “Dick, look at me” you insisted, looking for his gaze, but the boy continued to refuse, almost tempted to close his eyes to make his denial clear.

“Mrs. Wayne” Captain Gordon called to you from his desk, where he had been watching the interaction, and you quickly stood up to greet him.

“Jim, you don't know how much I appreciate you for this. I almost had a heart attack when the school called me to say that Dick was missing” you told him as you shook his hand.

“Don't worry, your boy was just taking a walk, a bit of a dangerous adventure, but he came out without a scratch” he reassured you while looking at the crestfallen boy sitting next to you, and he did not miss the way your hand trembled slightly “Gomez” the officer who had brought you to the door looked at his boss ready to receive his order “Why don't you take little Dick to get something to eat from the vending machine down the hall?” and his question didn't need an answer. Dick left with Officer Gomez without saying a word, as you watched his back walk away through the glass in the office door.

“Y/n, please, sit down” Jim asked as he approached one of the chairs on the guest side of his desk, sitting down across from you immediately after you did.

“I'm sorry, I just-” You tried to apologise for how upset you were, but the man stopped you with an understanding smile.

“Don't worry, y/n. I was close to an aneurysm the first time my Barbs ran away from school” he told you trying to calm you down, to which you giggled at the thought of the adorable red-haired little girl who was the only daughter of the Gordon family.

“They start younger and younger” you plead, with a mixture of amusement and concern looking at the older man.

“Well this is Gotham, our kids have to grow up faster than others” he explained to you, while he served a glass of water from the jug that he had on his desk “Your butler had the same reaction when I found your husband walking in the same place years ago, shortly after the death of Thomas and Martha” he remembered, offering you the glass, which you accepted with anguish.

“God, he already acts like Bruce, and he hasn't even been with us for two weeks” you lamented, to which Jim couldn't help but chuckle a bit at your concern.

“Welcome to parenthood, your heart gets used to it sooner or later” he comforted you, running his hand down your back reassuringly.

Things got worse before they got better. Dick started running away not only from school, but from home, and he started yelling at you at unexpected times. There was no way for you to figure out what was making him mad because it was different what you did or didn't do every time he started his tantrum.

That was the case for more than two months after the first incident. Alfred told you that Bruce had been the same for a full year after his parents died. Bruce told you it wasn't your fault, despite what the kid was yelling at YOU all the time. But you could do more than feel guilty. You didn't want to fix things with your magic. When you retired you decided that your life could not be what you did with your power, it was more than just your power, and it was time to start accepting it, enjoying it. But you don't know how to help him without that power, either, at least not in a very deep way. So you did the only thing you could think of, you kept offering your hand to little Dickie, even though half the time he seemed to want to bite his hand.

It all came to a head one afternoon after you brought a very angry Dick to Wayne Manor from school. Gotham Academy had called you to talk after he tried to escape again. They informed you that maybe it was time for you and Bruce to look for another school for the boy, since his behaviour was not appropriate for the establishment.

“Dick, we need to talk” you called out to the boy, seeing him run towards the stairs as soon as you closed the front door. Alfred was shopping for dinner and Bruce was at League HQ, so you were the only one to argue with the kid that day “Dick Grayson, come back here, we're going to have a talk about this sooner or later” you said, going after the boy with a calm step, but Dick heard you coming and ran to his room at the moment he made the second floor of the house, slamming the door shut before you managed to finish climbing the stairs.

You sighed heavily as you stopped at the sound of the door slamming. You wanted desperately to go into the room and demand that the boy tell you what was bothering him so much, you wanted desperately to fix whatever was bothering him so much. But you knew you couldn't really fix the source of his problems, even if you had the magical potential to do so. You learned long ago that death is something even you must let take its course, for the sake of the very existence of the whole. You also didn't want to enter the boy's mind with magic, it wouldn't be fair to him to do that, so your options were limited at the end of the day. So you stood there, helpless.

You were having a hard time, not because you didn't want the task of taking care of Dick, but because it was a mixture of situations that seemed unfair to you. First the poor boy lost his parents together in front of his eyes, and he did so after the death of the Scarlet Witch, after you decided it was better to start a life without the chaos magic that characterised you. If the boy had crossed your path a couple of years earlier, neither Mary nor John had fallen to their deaths that day, you would have stopped it right there in that tent of the circus without much thought. But it hadn't been.

Although, you didn't need to read his mind to know one thing: Dick hated you. Totally and intensely. He had made it clear to you on more than one occasion.

And yes, he did. Dick hated everything about you. He hated the way you made his room look like the ideal in his mind of what he wanted. How you personally prepared his lunches for school. How you wore it and personally attracted you everywhere. How you smile with affection, how you patiently accept every insult and scream. I also hated how you tried so hard that he wouldn't notice that Bruce wasn't there much. Or how you always found him when he got lost in the halls. Also, when you brought him cookies and hot chocolate when he couldn't sleep, even though sugar didn't really help him sleep at all. He only made him happy for a while.

Why couldn't you be like the wicked stepmothers of the stories?

It would be easier for him.

He hated the way you loved him, because it made him want his mom back, and it made him remember that she was gone, it made him want to accept you and Bruce as his family too. But he didn't need a new family. He necessitated his family, his parents, and his circus friends. He wanted his life back.

He hated you. He hated you. He hated you.

Dick curled up on the bed, with the blankets you personally picked out with him, which were Superman, and hid his head on the pillow. There he remained. At eleven years old, Dick had never been the type to be capricious or suspicious. His parents had always taken pride in saying that his son was very well-behaved and fit in wherever they went with the show. But now he just wanted to hate and never stop doing it, he didn't want anything else because the world was cruel, and it didn't deserve more than his hate. You didn't deserve more than that for being so good that it made him want to feel like before, and it pulled his mind to a better place every time you caressed his hair lovingly and made him feel at home.

That night, after eating the sandwich that Alfred had kindly given him when he refused to come down for dinner, he went to sleep without expecting you to come and say good night, as you had done since he arrived at the mansion. Usually, he didn't go to sleep easily, but his desire to avoid you overcame the fear of his nightmares, so he quickly fell asleep.

You arrived after he began to snore softly, already sunk in sleep. You entered, opening the door as quietly as possible, to see him spread out on his bed, with his pyjamas on, and the sheets almost falling off the bed due to his movements. Likewise, you couldn't help but feel the tenderness warm your heart, thinking to yourself that this should be a good step on the right path, because the boy hadn't slept well since he arrived at the mansion and since before, according to the reports of the social worker. So that he was sleeping at that time was good. You took victory silently and closed the door to the room, using the surface of your powers to close the curtains that let the moonlight into the room before walking away.

You went down to the cave after that, where Bruce was getting ready to go out for the night.

“How is he?” he asked while putting on his gloves, as soon as he heard you walking out of the elevator.

“He's asleep” you told him with a big smile, happy for the small victory.

“Really?” Bruce asked, pleasantly surprised.

“Yes” you answer, reaching her side, unable to contain the smile of happiness, for that reason “I know it's not much considering what happened today-” you started, but your husband stopped you by placing his hands on your cheeks affectionately.

“It's a good thing” he assured you, smiling at you, and you kissed his lips lightly “We still need to talk to him tomorrow though” Bruce said, gently breaking your bubble, to which you sighed.

“If it makes you feel any better, Mistress y/n” Alfred began from the chair in front of the batcomputer “I could make you a list of the number of private schools Master Bruce was expelled from before he finally calmed down” he offered to what Bruce rolled his eyes in amusement “It's including Gotham Academy, of course” he clarified with amusement.

The night passed as normally as it could. But around one in the morning you went upstairs to check on Dick, as you always did at night when you stayed in the cave. It was the third time you'd checked, and he'd been fine the first two times, having started snoring louder on each visit.

So you expected to hear the boy snoring when you reached the hallway of his room, instead, you were met with crying. You stopped in place for a moment, because it was the first time you had heard Dick cry since he had arrived at the mansion.

“Mama” the boy cried, half awake and half asleep, “Mama” kept calling between sobs that shook her little body violently.

The most instinctive part of you walked quickly towards the door with a soft step, but the same logic made you stop at the door before even touching the handle, apart from that he told you that the boy was calling for his mom, for Mary. Not for you, he didn't want you. And for a moment you decided that you would not go in, and we let him cry all he needed, and tomorrow you would try to get him to talk about it. It might be a good time to suggest therapy. Yes, that was the best option and the best way to handle the situation.

“Mom, mom” you heard. Now fully awake, Dick continued to sob with his broken heart, and he broke yours with the sound of his cracking voice. So the institute won.

You walked into the room ready to be yelled at almost immediately. But you did it anyway, sure-footed and ready to do whatever it took to make your precious boy stop suffering once and for all. You knew that that would never leave him, but you would still try.

“Dickie, baby” you said as you approached the bed, to sit on the edge of the mattress next to him, running a hand over his back as he continued to cry and sobbed loudly “My joy, it's okay, you're-” and then the force of the child colliding with your chest stopped you.

In the time Dick had been there, he had never allowed you or Bruce or Alfred to get any closer than to hold his hand or stroke his hair. So when the boy threw himself at you crying and hugging your waist as if his life depended on it, he surprised you. He was hugging you as if he was afraid that you would disappear from one second to the next (theoretically you could do that, it was part of your powers, but that wasn't what the boy was afraid of). He sobbed into your chest as his knuckles turned white from clinging to you.

“It's okay, my joy” you comforted him, hugging him back and kissing his hair “Everything will be alright” you promised him, not quite sure what else to say to make him feel better and hugging him tighter to match his strength, so he would understand that you won't be leaving soon

“I want my mum” the boy sobbed, not with an internal intention to hurt you, but as if asking you to do something. You were an adult, you could fix anything, that's what adults do, and the ten-year-old was practically begging you desperately for a solution as he felt.

“Oh, I know, Dickie. I know” you said hugging him tighter “I'm so sorry, baby” you apologised, feeling bad for having no more than words to handle the situation, knowing that nothing will bring that child back to his parents, no matter how much you want to make it happen for him.

You would do anything for that boy. You would destroy yourself, and you would build yourself up again. Not only that, but you would empty out entire universes and kill God himself if necessary. But for now, you just held him while he cried, while he called out to a mother who lay twenty feet under. You knew, at that moment, that there would never be anything you wouldn't do for that boy. And Dick decided that night that maybe you weren't so bad.

Dick Grayson couldn't believe he was standing in the Batcave. He also couldn't believe his adoptive father was Batman. Now he understood why he was always missing for so long, it wasn't that Bruce was ignoring him, it was that he was down there, being a hero for Gotham City. His mind was racing as he walked around the place asking your husband questions and inspecting every nook, artefact, and blemish he found in the place. You and Bruce watched him from a distance, grinning like fools at the uncontrollable excitement of the boy who had long felt like he was your own.

“This is AMAZING” Dick would say whenever something particularly struck him, which means he said it every few seconds.

“See, he told you he would be excited” you told your husband while you took his hand, he smiled at you and brought your clasped hands to his lips to kiss your knuckles affectionately. A silent way of telling you: You were right, love.

“WOW” exclaimed the boy, he was now standing on the platform where the different suits that your husband had used as Batman are displayed “With all due respect, Bruce, but it's good that you left behind the combination of purple and yellow, it was too much” the boy scoffed, pointing at the first suit on display behind him.

“It was the eighties” your husband defended himself with a grimace, rolling his eyes at how similar the comment was to the one you had made the first time you set foot in the cave several years ago. You just laughed as you looked at him, happily remembering that moment.

“Purple looks amazing on you, my love” you assured him, caressing his cheek with your free hand. “Very intimidating” you said, to which both you and Dick chuckled, while Bruce continued to regret his fashion decisions.

“I tried to talk him out of it, Master Dick” Alfred commented, joining the bandwagon of teasing Bruce about his old fashion decisions. “But he insisted,” he shrugged gracefully.

“Okay, I'm going to throw him out of my cave if you don't leave my purple suit alone” Bruce complained, to which you and Dick shared an amused look before the boy returned his attention to the suits on display. Alfred smiled as he watched you kiss your husband in compensation, earning me a goofy smile from him, the one the butler had seen a lot since you two got married.

“HOLY SHIT” Dick suddenly exclaimed, to which you and Bruce turned to look at him wearing it, your husband ready to spring into action at your son's exclamation “You've got the Scarlet Witch suit here!!” the boy exclaimed excitedly, looking at your husband in disbelief before running to stand in front of the glass where your old suit is on display. Well, the word suit was an understatement, because it was a red bodysuit, with a belt, the cape, and high boots. An outfit that was not the best choice for fighting, but you never question it too much, because you were always comfortable in yourself and in that outfit, too.

Bruce and you shared a look. It was time to drop the second bomb on the boy. Now you were the one worried about her reaction.

“How did you get it?” Dick asked excitedly, his nose glued to the glass, pawing it with his breath “I thought the Justice League couldn't get her body back from the Dimension of the Damned after she closed the portal to save us” he said, thinking aloud, while analysing the garment.

Up close, he could see the details of the fabric, the way the cloak had a texture and wasn't smooth as it seemed watching it from the television. It was as if magic was embedded in the fabric, and it moved even when she was still on the mannequin. The boy was fascinated, definitely marking this as the best day of his life.

“Well that's true. The League was unable to recover her body after she closed the portal” explained Bruce, as he hugged your waist, pressing his fingers against you at the memory of those events that still haunt him “But the suit is here for its protection, nothing more, it still belongs to its owner” Bruce finished, letting the boy think a little about his words.

“Wait,” Dick said, frowning and turning away from the video, to walk to the railing of the platform. And how do you have it, if she never left the Dimension of the Damned?” the boy frowned, thinking hard that how could it be that this was the original costume.

“It's more like early retirement than death” Dick jumped in place when you appeared next to him, speaking sweetly to him “But yes, the Scarlet Witch never made it out of the Dimension of the Damned” you explained to him, while you crouch in front of him, the boy turned to face you still confused by what he was saying “Dick, do you remember that we told you that we had to tell you a couple of things?” you asked him and the boy quickly nodded “Well first we wanted to tell you that Bruce is Batman, as you already deduced” you pointed to your husband on the lowest platform “And the other one is that I'm-” Before you could say more, Dick squealed with excitement again.

“YOU ARE THE SCARLET WITCH, HOLY FUCK!!” the boy yelled with his eyes as wide as his eyelids would allow.

“Language, Master Dick” Alfred scolded absently from below.

“OH-MY-GOD” The boy yelled again, looking at me as if you were hanging the stars from the sky, throwing himself on you, hugging you with his arms around your neck “I knew you weren't dead, I argued every day with my friends about this, it didn't make sense for YOU to die just like that, no amount of spawn could kill the Scarlet Witch, it's absurd-” The boy began to ramble as you picked him up in your arms, he hug your hips with his legs intuitively, and you walked down with him in your arms. Smiling softly at the boy's excitement, it was Bruce's turn to give you the Told you so look “This is the BEST day of my life” Dick finished his ramblings as you pulled up next to Bruce, with him still sitting on your hip, and proceeded to grab your husband's neck and hug you both tight. The pull made your husband laugh at the boy's sudden outburst. “My parents are the coolest people on the planet next to Superman, this is the best” the boy declared proudly, ignoring the surprised looks you and Bruce shared immediately after that.

It was the first time his parents had called you, and Dick didn't even think about it much longer, it came out of him so naturally that you two didn't say anything else either. You were mom after that and Bruce was dad, as if the boy had forgotten how to say his name from one moment to the next. And he did it with the greatest happiness in the world.

That night, after Bruce went out on patrol, and you dragged a still very excited Dick to bed, as you tucked him into bed, tucking the covers over him, your son's face suddenly scrunched up at a particular thought.

“What's up, Dikie?” you asked, as you ran your hand over her forehead, concerned at the sudden change in expression.

“Weren't Batman and the Scarlet Witch supposed to hate each other?” he asked you confused, looking down with his head tilted from his pillow.

You laughed, relieved and amused by the question.

“That, my boy, is a story for another day”

And that was it.

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sons & daughters. aemond | driftmark outtake.

— pairing: aemond targaryen x fem!reader

— type: outtake from this series

— summary: aemond reunites with you at driftmark after your family's swift departure from the red keep.

— tw: underage—you have been warned.

— word count: 2,319

— tagging list: @tvangelism @aemondwhoresworld @callsignwidow @emilynissangtr

— a/n: yes, i felt weird & a tad uncomfy writing the underage scene, but this is the first time i've really given context to their relationship when they were children.

"I would perform my duty," Aemond states, looking at you over his shoulder. "If mother had only betrothed us."

You part from your siblings, walking down stone steps, hot tears running down your cheeks. You've barely had a moment free of them since father...since Harwin died.

Your mother does not want you, nor your siblings, to speak of it. So you are forced to instead sequester yourself away to lonesome corners, or to your chambers to grieve with no one to comfort you.

You do not even have Aemond to lean on now. Not since your mother also forced your family out of the Red Keep and onto a lonely island instead.

You will never call it home.

He had stared at you through the service—your uncle—the look on his face unreadable. So you had kept your eyes downcast, shifting on your feet, fighting back fresh tears as Vaemond gave his niece her eulogy. A eulogy which had eventually turned into vicious insinuations, which served only to make your stomach twist nervously.

Everything seems wrong now.

You've never felt so alone before.

You walk down a few more steps, looking behind you, and when you see that you are out of everyone's line-of-sight, you double over, sobbing into your hands.

Aemond parts from his siblings in search of you.

You've yet to speak a word to him.

The two of you have been exchanging letters since you'd left home, so he'd been most-assured that being reunited here would finally bring him the vision he's been dreaming of daily of you running into his arms once again.

Instead, you'd stared dead-eyed and lifelessly as Lady Laena's casket was lowered into the sea, like you had gone away somewhere else within yourself. And once the service was through, you'd disappeared from the crowded throngs of people gathered round.

He weaves between bodies, glancing this way and that, looking for one particularly comely face, until he reaches a set of steps leading downward and he hears a familiar, quiet cry.

He steps down them, finding you curled into yourself, shaking and crying, so much so that you gasp for air, choking on your own tears.

"Niece," he calls softly.

Your head jerks in his direction and his heart sinks when he takes in your blotchy tear-stricken face.

You quickly wipe at your cheeks with your palms. "Aemond—"

"Uncle," he says, correcting you, taking a seat beside you.

He then pulls you into his arms, wrapping his green velvet cloak around your shoulders. "It's alright. You can cry if you wish. It's just us."

Your chin wobbles and then you turn into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck as sobs wrack through your body.

He is silent for a moment, rubbing his hand against your back.

"I'm sorry...about Ser Harwin."

You begin to cry impossibly harder, confirming for him the source of your despair.

"I miss you," he whispers.

You wrap your arms around his middle and he presses a soft kiss to your long brown hair.

"I am...glad we're here together. Even given the circumstances."

You nod softly, hiccupping. "Me too."

He rests his cheek atop your head, closing his eyes, feeling—for the first time since your sudden absence from the one place you are meant to call home—at peace. "I've enjoyed our letters. Hearing from you, that is. It makes you seem not so far away at times."

You press yourself to his chest.

"I hate Dragonstone," you state. "I want to go home."

He tightens his arms around you. "I want that as well."

A beat of silence.

"We should be together. We're supposed to be."

There's a soft knock at your door and you set down your porcelain doll, padding over to it. "Who...who's there?"

"Uncle Aemond," comes a quiet reply.

Just then, a lock slides free and you slowly open the door just a crack. "What're you doing?"

He glances behind you. "Can I come in? I thought...you might be lonely."

You consider for a moment, then nod, opening the door wider, allowing him entrance.

You lock it once more behind you as you turn to him. "Did anyone see—"

"They never do," he says, coming back toward you, taking your face in his hands, pressing his lips to yours.

You rear back, stumbling. "Aemond—"

"Uncle," he insists. "It's been...weeks. And we...we miss each other. I thought you'd want to."

You blink at him for just a moment, tugging nervously at the sleeves on your nightgown. "I just don't want to get in trouble. We've never...been here before. It's not like the Red Keep where we had hiding places. And the passages."

He glances around, then settles his eyes on your wardrobe, nodding to it. "If someone comes, I'll hide in there."

He looks back to you.

And then you smile softly, nodding. "Okay."

Aemond's fingers slip clumsily between your legs and he looks to you, his hand trembling as you stare up at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

"Does...does that feel good?" He asks, his voice wavering with unsurety.

You nod, gripping the hem of your nightgown that's bunched up around your naked waist.

He nods just once in return, continuing.

You whimper quietly and his eyes flit to the door. "We...we have to be quiet, Y/N."

"I know," you whisper.

Your body jerks, then settles again and you begin to pant softly. "I...think I'm...almost. I think..."

He leans down, pressing a brief kiss to your lips, his heart hammering away in his chest.

You close your eyes then, concentrating.

He watches your features twitch and your brows furrow, your hips lifting to meet his hand. "I'm—" he pauses. "I'm glad we could. One last time. Are...are you?"

You nod. "Yes."

When you're finally overcome with that wonderful feeling neither of you has a name for yet, it's with you biting your lip and Aemond staring at the door, terrified at any moment the two of you may be caught. Even if the lock is in-place.

Part of him hopes for it, however. If you were, his mother and yours—his father, the King—would have no choice but to betroth you then. To make his beloved niece his for forever.

You glance down to Aemond's trousers, then back to him.

He blushes madly. "I...well, something happened when we were..."

You blush as well. "Oh."

It's happened before—him doing that in his pants without you even touching him. Neither of you are sure if it's normal, but he always seems embarrassed by it, so you don't dwell on it, either.

He lies back, resting his head atop a feather pillow.

You curl against his side, resting a small hand atop his chest, which he takes in one of his own.

"I love you," he whispers. "My niece."

You smile, closing your eyes, feeling content for the first time since leaving King's Landing. "I love you, too, Uncle Aemond."

When you wake, it's dark and you're alone in bed, Aemond's side now empty and cold.

You rise with bleary eyes, yawning, wanting to go in search of him.

He wouldn't have gone back to his chambers, would he? He'd told you he would stay. This was to be your one night together to talk and laugh and enjoy each other's company before being ripped apart again.

You shrug on a small robe, padding over to the door, trying to remember which way he'd said his room was.

Until you see people rushing past you in a frenzy.

And then one of your mother's handmaids spots you. "Princess," she says, voice breathless. "Come, your household has been summoned to the Great Hall."

She takes your hand in hers, leading you that way.

"Where's momma?" You ask quietly. "What's happening?"

"All will be well, Princess," is all the reply she gives.

You wish Aemond were here. You're sure he would know. He always knows. About everything.

There is much commotion when you enter the Great Hall—many familiar faces present: Queen Alicent, your grandsire, Ser Otto, Ser Criston, as well as your brothers.

Your brothers...who have blood on them and seem...frightened. You begin to scan the room in a panic then, and it is only when Queen Alicent steps to the side that you see.

And you let out a scream, many heads turning in your direction, Aemond's own shooting up—only one eye focusing on you.

Tears stream down your cheeks and you cup your hands over your mouth as you head toward him—your feet moving all on their own—until a hand pulls you back.

You look behind you to the Princess Rhaenys, and she merely wraps that same hand around your shoulder, holding you in-place.

"Aemond," you say between sobs and he merely stares back at you without a word.

Your eyes flit to his mother and she meets your gaze briefly before shaking her head, turning back to her son.

You stand behind your mother, clutching at her skirts, trembling violently, watching as blood oozes from her wrist and onto the floor.

"M-m-mama," you say quietly and Jace wraps an arm around your shoulders, shooshing you.

And then Aemond interrupts the tense silence.

"Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye...but I gained a dragon."

You let out a quiet sob, shrugging off your brother's arm, going to step away from your mother, until Aemond gives a small shake of his head and your steps falter.

He stands, taking his own mother's hand, their household exiting the room.

You stare after him, feeling empty.

You seat yourself on the balcony outside, a war raging in your young, tired mind.

You do not know who you should be more upset with.

Luke for taking Aemond's eye—or perhaps he, Jace, Baela, and Rhaena altogether for attacking him to begin with.

Aemond for calling you and your siblings bastards. He...he's told you more times than you can count that he loves you. Why would he say such things, then? Even if they are true, he's never used it against you to hurt you before.

But he himself had been hurt. So, mayhaps, that is why. He was merely lashing out. Understandably so.

Queen Alicent for harming mama. But she was angry. Her son has now been permanently disfigured. Mama would do the same for any of you.

This was not how the night was meant to be. Aemond had promised that come the morn, the two of you would break your fasts together, and then give each other a kiss goodbye.

And now...everything is ruined.

You look up then, watching as Vhagar circles the sky above, and you continue to think of him.

Aemond had, for so long, when you were much younger, seemed larger than life to you. He was older, a prince, your uncle. He seemed to know everything when you were little. You'd often toddle around, trailing after him, holding his hand, babbling incoherent nonsense before you knew how to speak, but every word he spoke to you? It was like magic.

His name had been among some of your first words. A shortened version, perhaps—'mend'—but his name, nonetheless.

You might've screamed like an utter brat at the top of your lungs once or twice when you had gone to his chambers as a little girl, when met at the doorway by his Queen Mother telling you he was busy with his lessons and could not have company at the moment. He'd been the only thing in all the world you'd ever pitched a fit or misbehaved over.

As soon as he heard you wailing for him, however, he always came—your sour demeanor quickly changing to that of smiles and giggles.

So him having claimed the largest dragon in all the world? She was meant for him to have.

And to be punished for it, and in such a terrible way... You blame yourself.

If you had been there when your siblings and cousins went to seek vengeance for him rightfully claiming her...you could've stopped things, you're sure.

What you don't know is that Aemond had left you to sleep, simply because he wanted you to have your rest and to be safe incase his plan with Vhagar...did not go accordingly. If you were ever caused harm due to his actions, he'd never forgive himself.

But if he did manage to claim her, he'd wanted to surprise you in the morn by sailing through the skies with you—listening as you laughed and screamed excitedly in his arms. As he promised you that once he was older and bigger, he would take you away, and the two of you would become husband and wife.

You would no longer have to play pretend at it then.

When will he learn...fairytales only ever exist in books.

Aemond looks behind him—behind Vhagar—as Driftmark grows smaller in the distance and he fills with regret.

He should've met you halfway in the Great Hall. Should've wrapped his arms around you. Should've...should've damned himself further by telling them all what he'd done with you as they slept.

He's sure that with so many bearing witness to such testimonies there would be no other way about it then. Your father would betroth the two of you in an instant—his mother's wishes finally overridden.

But he'd held his tongue, stayed his hand, because she'd suffered enough already—had risked all to find recompense on his behalf as she sliced into your mother's skin with that blade.

He will write to you as soon as he reaches home. Will reassure you of his love for you. Of how he thinks of naught else except you now.

But he does not know, nor you, that such correspondences...will never reach your wanting hands.

Nor yours his.

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wizardofrozz · 2 months

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Above Coruscant (pt. 2)

Commander Fox x reader

Word Count: ~3.1k

Warnings: +18 MDNI, slight exhibitionism, hair pulling, unprotected PiV sex, outdoors sex, mentions of sexting, glove kink if you squint, the armor stays on, enjoy lol

A/N: If you haven't read part 1, this might not make a whole lot of sense but if you're just here for the filth, then you could probably skip the first part lmao. I'm not even sorry for the person I become when it comes to writing Fox 😈

Part 1

It was easy to forget how populated the city-planet was until you were hundreds of feet in the air, your speeder bike cutting through traffic lanes. Coruscant's air was slightly less polluted this high up, the smog hanging somewhere below your dangling feet, and you savored the fresh air.

Well, as fresh as Coruscant could be.

Your heart skipped when the familiar imposing shape of the Coruscant Guard's headquarters came into view. It had been about a week since your mission with a certain Marshal Commander, and to say you were excited to see him again was an understatement. Hells, you couldn't even think too hard about him without remembering how he tasted.

That was something you knew now, and your treacherous brain made sure to remind you far too often.

The soles of your boots had barely hit the duracrete outside the club when Fox’s com had started to chime, and even with the modified helmet on, you could see how he had deflated. You barely said goodbye before he took off, jogging to the nearest landing pad in time for a gunship to swoop down into view. At least he looked just as disappointed as you felt before the larty whisked him away.

The details of his assignment were need-to-know - you knew better than to ask - but the first message that came through one evening helped. His messages were scattered and irregular, but he kept up the conversation throughout the week since you last saw him. Conversations ranged from innocent ‘how is your day?’ to messages that had you setting your datapad down and hoping no one noticed the wide-eyed look on your face as you shifted in your seat.

Yeah, this visit was long overdue.

Bringing your speeder closer to the surface, you merged into the skylane that would bring you around to the Guard’s headquarters, and your heartbeat skipped. Even in the middle of the day, the military police headquarters was intimidating. Red dots moved about near the front of the building in perfectly spaced lines, and if you didn't know any better, you'd automatically assume their superior was a dick.

Well. He kind of was, but that was beside the point.

Cutting a sharp left, you slowed to a reasonable speed, deciding to avoid the spectacle it would be if you used the main entrance and headed for one of the landing pads near the back of the building you were more accustomed to using. Thankfully, the landing pad was empty and covered in shadows.

The brakes squealed as you brought the bike to a stop, and you flinched. Making a mental note to call your usual garage later, you shut the engine down, unaware of the shadow lingering in the doorway. The fumes weren't as heavy on the surface, but it was a noticeable difference, and you tried not to grimace as you climbed off the bike. Maybe one day you'd get used to it.

Wrapped up in your random train of thought, you missed when the shape near the door moved closer, just enough to make the paint on his armor discernible. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you turn toward the building. Shock outweighed your joy for a few precious moments.

"Stop hiding in the shadows like a creep," you huffed, thinking about tossing your riding goggles at his stupid head. The urge didn't go away when his armored shoulders shook faintly with silent laughter.

“Wasn’t hiding,” Fox countered, pulling his helmet off to reveal the faint smirk on his face. Maker, how did it make you want to kiss him more?

“Hm, seemed like it to me,” you mumbled, tucking your goggles into the saddlebag beside your leg. You didn’t turn to look at him, mostly because you didn’t want him to see the smirk on your face but also because you were curious about what he’d do. Some of the messages he sent you the last few days were…detailed. “I think you were hoping to sneak up on me.”

A low hum was Fox’s only response, and it took considerable effort to stop the gasp from tumbling past your lips when you realized he was close enough that you could lean back against his chest if you wanted. Gods above, you were on a landing pad where anyone could walk through the door, but apparently, Fox didn’t give a shit. Honestly, you didn’t either when he leaned down, his soft exhale brushing past your ear.

“And if that was my plan? Then what?”

He hadn’t even touched you yet, and it felt like you were going to disintegrate on the spot. Well, a week's worth of subtle and not-so-subtle teasing would do that, you supposed.

“Then I’d hope you’d follow through with one of those ideas I’ve heard so much about,” you whispered, leaning back just enough to feel the brush of his chest plate against your shoulder blade. “My personal favorite was something about bending me over this bike.”

This time, you did gasp when Fox pulled you against his chest, the harsh cut of his codpiece pressing against your ass. You couldn’t care about that, though, when he growled, and the sound sent a wave of heat pumping through your veins. You wanted to hear it again.

“Oh, I will, cyar’ika, don’t worry,” Fox murmured, nudging the side of your face. His lips brushed your cheek as he spoke, and his grip on you slackened only for him to knead your hips gently. “But that’ll be for later.”

It took all your self-control not to bodily drag Fox onto the speeder and race back to your apartment. Then one of his hands started to drift down, his fingers teasing the top of your pants, and instead of pulling away, you leaned more of your weight into him, one of your hands drifting back to trace the outside of his thigh plate.

“You’re done for the day, so what’s stopping you?” You felt his sigh before you heard it, and that alone had your hopes plummeting.

“Senate called an emergency meeting. Either I’m stuck here until they’re done or switch places with Stone.” His wandering hand doesn’t stop, sending a chill racing across your skin when just the tips of his gloved fingers slip under the waistband of your pants. “Can’t leave just yet, but I’d still rather be here.”

At this point, you’d take whatever relief you could get.

“You’re on call, then?” Laughter rumbled against your back, and you would’ve smiled, but the open-mouthed kiss just under your ear wiped any coherent thought from your mind. All you could think about was Fox’s mouth and his hand slipping further into your pants.

“Yeah, but pretty sure Thire isn’t gonna call me unless the galaxy’s on the verge of ceasing to exist.”

Even though the situation wasn’t ideal, it was better than nothing.

Fox’s eyes were bright even in the shadows of headquarters when you twisted your upper body around to see his face.

“Good to know,” you whispered before pulling him into a heated kiss. The ghost of the first kiss you shared with Fox had been haunting you since it happened, but this time was different, hungrier. The bitterness of caf lingered on his tongue as it slid into your mouth, and you sighed, releasing the side of his thigh to grip his vambrace.

The contact made his fingers twitch, the fabric of his gloves brushing over your sensitive skin just enough to force a pathetic sound past your lips. Every inch of your body was humming with need like you hadn’t experienced in a long time, if ever. You blamed it on the steamy messages that were finally becoming a reality and the pent-up frustration you’d been shoving down for nearly a year now.

You blamed that when you tugged Fox’s arm, whining against his lips, “Please.”

This close, you could feel the shudder that rippled through his body, and the hand still holding your hip tightened, keeping you in place. Your mouth dropped open, but no sound came out; every thought in your head was obliterated as Fox slid a finger through your soaked folds.

When you finally opened your eyes, his face was out of focus. Intense was a good word to describe Fox at times, and right now, it was the only word you could think of to describe the look on his face as he slowly slid a finger into you. The fabric of his gloves wasn’t unpleasant, but you were almost positive that anything he did at this point would drive you wild.

Fox drove you wild, plain and simple.

The deliberate pump of his finger made your lids heavy, and you clenched around the digit when the muscle in his jaw fluttered. In this position, you couldn’t move well, your hips trapped in place by his iron grip, and any attempt to grind against his hand was pointless. Although, your attempts at finding more friction seemed to goad Fox into giving you what you wanted anyway.

As he added a second finger, Fox’s eyes darted around your face like he was searing the visual of you like this into his mind. The soft, pleading whine of his name made his eyes darken, and his tongue poked out to wet his lips. Your eyes tracked the movement.

“Fuck me,” you whispered, finding his eyes.

“Right here?” Fox’s voice was rough, each word dragging over gravel as they passed his lips and your pussy clenched around his fingers. A sinful smirk lifted the corner of his mouth, and fuck, you never wanted to see someone’s face between your legs as bad as you did at that moment.

“What? Scared?” You wanted to pat yourself on the back for not sounding as ruined as you already felt.

Then, the smirk on Fox’s face turned wolfish.

The disappointment at being empty only lasted a few seconds, your head spinning when Fox pulled you around to face him. It had to be the armor that made him look so broad. Although, if you remember correctly (you remembered perfectly), his shoulders still looked just as wide when he wasn’t wearing armor.

The back of your legs bumped the seat of your speeder, and you slid onto the cushion without being prompted, fighting off a smirk when you leaned back against the control panel. Your feet came to rest on the housing holding the seat in place, your knees falling open as an invitation, and the way Fox’s eyes raked down your body made your walls flutter weakly.

Fox said nothing as he walked around to the back of the bike. The model you drove was compact, narrower than most, and Fox easily straddled the engine. Your throat clicked as your eyes trailed upward until you reached his face.

Maybe this position wasn’t the best idea when he’s looking down at you like that.

Shuffling forward, Fox gently knocked your feet off the durasteel, moving to stand over the seat and forcing your legs open wider to accommodate his hips. The kama hanging around his hips brushed against the material of your pants, and suddenly, you needed to feel him again.

The second his eyes dropped to your belt, your hands moved; Fox smirked, his hands resting on your knees. He took over once your pants reached your knees, and you tried not to snort at the few failed attempts at getting your pantleg over your boot. Any hint of amusement vaporized the second his fingers teased the inside of your thigh.

“Take my codpiece off.” The order - and that was exactly what it was - made you jump, forcing your attention away from the feather-light touch of his fingers.

For some reason, it wasn’t until that moment that you realized he was still fully armored…and would remain that way. Your lips parted around a nearly silent whine, but your hands were already moving to do as he said, even as his fingers wandered higher.

It took a few tries to find the correct clip, but once you did, Fox groaned low in his throat without the pressure of his armor. Gods, he looked bigger than you remembered, but before, you could only feel him through layers of clothing. If you were being honest, you never thought you’d get past a few fleeting touches.

This was much more than you expected. Not that you were complaining.

Your thoughts screeched to a halt when a finger hooked up the band of your panties. Your breath caught when Fox shuffled forward again, only to pause. Fox’s eyes darted around like he was looking for something, and you tried to follow his movements. When he huffed through his nose, you reached up to gently cup his face, drawing his eyes back to you.

“Probably should’ve thought about the logistics before we got here,” Fox mumbled, his nose wrinkling. The mannerism unique to him made you smile absently as you tried to think of a solution.

“Come on, handsome, you’re a Marshal Commander. Don’t think you can keep us upright and fuck me senseless at the same time.” It was meant to be a joke, and it came out that way, but when Fox’s dark eyes snapped to your face, all the moisture in your mouth evaporated.

All you could do was throw your arms around his shoulders to keep yourself from tumbling off the speeder when he suddenly pulled you further down, stretching you out under him. The hand not wedged between your bodies grabbed the valley between controls, bringing his face inches from yours, and your walls fluttered again.

“Watch me,” he growled.

A broken gasp was punched out of your chest when the head of his cock brushed through your folds, gathering your arousal, but it didn’t fully hit you that, yes, you were about to do this until he paused at your entrance. Your nails scrapped against his backplate, clawing to have him closer, and Fox didn’t make you wait long.

Lightning arced up your spine, your mouth dropping open as his hips shifted forward. It wasn’t until Fox’s mouth slanted over yours that you registered the high-pitched moan falling from your lips. Although he wasn’t much better, the kiss muffled his answering moan as he sank into you with care.

The pinch of his armor should’ve bothered you when his hips finally stopped moving, but the hint of pain only made the pleasure clawing its way out that much more intense. Fox shuddered when you whimpered.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he panted into your mouth, his free hand squeezing the side of your thigh.

“Fox,” you gasped, one of your hands sliding into his hair. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you made note that it was softer than you imagined. Then, he shifted his hips, and you might as well have forgotten what hair was. With a grunt barely muffled behind his teeth, Fox picked up a slow, careful pace that punched a broken sound past your lips that you tried to smother against the side of his neck.

The bike shook with every roll of his hips, and while you had teased him about it earlier, you genuinely hoped you wouldn’t tumble to the ground. At least it would be an interesting story.

As if he were reading your mind, Fox slid his hand up to your waist to coax your back to arch slightly so he could wrap his arm around you, lifting your hips in the process. The slight change forced your shoulders down against the control panel, and the next rock of his hips had stars exploding behind your eyelids. He wasn’t fast enough to muffle your cry this time, yet he didn’t seem to care anymore as he moved a little faster.

“There we go,” he rumbled, his lips brushing over the corner of your mouth.

Lights flashed in your vision, and you couldn’t tell if it was passing speeders or the pleasure blinding you at this point. Every nerve ending felt like it had been scorched, and Fox’s labored breathing and the occasional groan frayed your nerves even more. Your fingers tightened in Fox’s hair, and the answering moan that filled the air had you clenching around his cock, your back arching further.

“Do it again,” Fox panted, his hips moving faster and harder than before. The bike trembled dangerously, but you were too far gone to care. You blindly did as he asked while he zeroed in on the spot that made your body tense almost painfully. His voice broke around a soft cry when you tugged on his curls again, and a fresh wave of heat coursed through your veins.

Mindlessly, you forced your hand between your chest and Fox’s. The first brush of your fingers against your clit had every muscle pulling taut as you raced closer to the edge.

Fox cursed, blindly searching for your mouth as his thrust grew sloppy. The speeder bike’s frame whined under the strain.

You teetered on the edge for a heartstopping moment, blood rushing in your ears, and then the pleasure crested in a spectacular explosion of color. Fox shuddered against you, and you were almost too far gone to realize his hand had moved from the controls to cover your mouth.

Sensations blurred together until all you knew was Fox: the feel of his hips snapping against you one last time, the vibration of his chest as he groaned one last time, and the taste of his mouth on your tongue. You were addicted, without a doubt.

The bike wobbled when Fox slumped against you, the hard press of his chest plate forcing out the little bit of air in your lungs with a wheeze. The fragmented pieces of your awareness slowly knitted back together, your fingers absently combing through the curls on the back of his head. Your lashes fluttered when he shifted, the soft hum in the back of his throat vibrating against your chest.

The fucked out grin on his face had no right looking that good, and you vowed to see it again and again. As many times as he let you.

“Told you I could,” Fox mumbled, blindly searching for a handhold to take some of his weight off of you.

What he said sank in after a few seconds, and your borderline delirious laugh filled the air, making his smile grow.

“It wasn’t a challenge,” you managed between laughs, your smile matching his. Fox merely shrugged, but his smile faltered when he moved to stand straighter, his expression pinching briefly.

“Good, ‘cause my legs kinda hurt now.” Another laugh fell from your lips, echoing off the building surrounding you, and you pulled Fox back down into another kiss, smiling against his lips.

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ransprang · 10 months

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Astarion x fem!reader (I feel you) - N/SFW

Cazador threw you before him, "why this one should do perfect." As your parents sold you off to the coven leader. Their debt was heavy and you could fulfill you duties of being a responsible child by being sold to Cazador. He walked around you inspecting you up and down. "Why this is a good human form, such a shame I wouldve loved to turn you into a spawn. But, somewhere in the middle should do." He strutted around you and cast a spell that had you tossing and turning on the floor withering in pain.

Astarion and his siblings stood around the hall, half interested, half scared of what was happening. As the spell cast was complete you laid there on the floor, eyes wide open. Cazador's laugh echoed through the walls, "human, immortal, can eat food, can drink blood, exceptional healing capabilities, my...new...slave!" he peaked his sharp teeth at the spawns before him.

"Stand up." You gritted your teeth at him, your rebellious nature had a habit of landing you into trouble. He got a bit irritated and pulled you up by your hair sending a jolt of pain. You closed your eyes, tears forming just hoping he would let go of your hair, "Let me go!" you screached. Cazador with an amused expression retorted "no one leaves me." He threw you onto the floor and set you on fire as you burnt before his eyes and screamed out in pain. Astarion and his siblings silently watching as Cazador laughed loudly. Once the fire was set out you instantly began healing, your dress burnt to char but still clung onto you.

Cazador walked upto Astarion "Shes yours. Kill her and you shall be punished. Bring her to me whenever I demand." Cazador waved him off with his hand as Astarion scampered towards you getting you up on your feet, you sobbed holding onto his arm, digging your nails into his arm "Let me go" you said angrily gritting your teeth, tears in your eyes. But the fire that was outside was now burning within you. Astarion gave you an angry look "Shut up before we all get fried again"

You kept trying to release yourself from his grip, as you reluctantly walked towards Astarion's place. He flung you onto the floor, "right where you belong." with an evil glint in his eye, you tried grabbing at his leg angrily but he swiftly moved away "Darling, calm down. This your life now, with me',

You retorted “I will never be like you, evil like Cazador”. Astarion rolled his eyes “I can only imagine being like Cazador but whatever you say”, he chuckled turning around “now what would you like to eat? Just so you know I’m off the menu”.

You stood up holding your head up high “nothing. I’ll rot, I’ll die”. Astarion smiled warily “oh how I wish it was so easy for us to just perish, that would be the simple way out. But seems so Cazador wants you healthy, maybe to cherish~ all that himself”, he said waving his hand outlining your body. You shot him a disgusting glint, as your eyes filled with tears and you marched to the next to room out of his sight, to sit alone in your presence.

2 days later you walk out, looking for Astarion. You wanted to speak to someone, see what was happening with Cazador, and maybe be free again. You couldn’t find him anywhere, you searched the place top down, and eventually heard knock, faint, low frequency but there was a sound. You walked in the directly and realised Cazador had locked him in a coffin in the basement . You instinctively began trying to get it open, but there was no point even trying Cazador would find out you had freed his spawn from his punishment and unleash his wrath. But, you couldn’t help it even if it was just to feed Astarion, this was too cruel.

You had to get him blood, you had to feed him. Unknowing of his animal diet you scurried to find the nearest knife. You cut yourself open, allowing your blood to drip into a cup you ran back as you lock picked his coffin. Astarion looked at you, pain in his eyes, hoping this meant his punishment was open. Before he could saying anything you said “here take the cup, drink it. I’ll have to lock you up again before he finds out." Astarions eyes widened, he quickly realised and reached out to take the cup back into darkness, as you shut the door locking him up again. The next day you came back at the same time with a fresh glass and repeated. This time as you closed the coffin you heard him say “was that a persons blood? Human blood?” You pursed your lips, yes, sorry I couldn’t kill like you do so I used my own. There was silence, as you walked away you heard “I’ve never had human blood. Thank you.” Your eyes widened at the realisation, Astarion who you thought to be as bad as Cazador was just a victim, he was in pain, longer than you had ever been, and he was all alone.

You came back close to the coffin placing one hand on the surface as if to feel him inside “I didn’t know, in sorry I said those words to you”, your heard him slightly chuckle “oh dear, please don’t pity me”. You smiled at how brave he had become, “I’m not pitying you, I’m simply returning your kindness, I’ll see you again tomorrow”. You walked away feeling a stir in your heart.

As you woke up the next morning you saw Dal at the doorstep, “master has called you”, fear took over your whole body, you had already begun suffering even though the torture hadn’t begun yet. You got up and followed Dal to Cazador's chambers where he stood ready with a whip and a brand. “Oh beautiful lady, welcome again, I knew you missed me”. Your eyes red with tears and pain as you pressed your lips together readying not to let out a single squeal to Cazador's lips. He tied you to the floor and began his cruel torture, “scream for me! Scream for me will you? My ears yearn for it”.

You had no idea how long he kept you there, but when he released you, your white gown now stained red, your wounds completely healed thought the sensation now quite gone yet. You walked slowly, dazed back as you suddenly realised Astarion was all alone, possibly hungry as you ran as fast as your feet could carry to his coffin. You didn’t have time to cut yourself, he was hungry for days. You opened Astarions coffin and as his hand reached out to grab a cup you held it and pushed yourself in closing the door behind. You stood there chest to chest in the darkness, as the side of your face touched his you breathed heavy from the adrenaline but time was less, Cazador could come by any moment.

“Bite me.” You said with conviction, Astarion could smell the blood on your gown, he knew you hadn’t had the best few days, neither did he. Instinctively, shocking himself he kept one hand on your lower back the other caressed your hair, softly as he held you from the back of your neck. He whispered “I’m sorry”, as he pierced your neck with his teeth and drank. You took a hitched breath as you felt a pain tingle through your body, you lurched forward deeper into his embrace as if for comfort but from the same man who was giving you the pain. Astarion held to your waist tighter, as he took his last few sips and released you.

You found balance again as you turned your head towards him in darkness “I have to go now, I promise I’ll bring you blood tomorrow again”. As you stepped out locking him again, you heard him “I’d rather you come here again, y/n it does get quite lonely you know”. A faint smile crawled upon your lips, as you ran out of the room.

You began returning to him everyday and letting him pierce your neck. Astarion felt drawn to you, he hadn’t felt such feelings ever since he was turned. It was a longing, even in the darkness of the coffin his heart would flutter waiting for that one moment of the day where he could feel your warm body against his.

Eventually when Cazador released Astarion from his punishment, he ran back to his living quarters to find you. You sat there staring out the window, lost within the deep twilight. When you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning around with a jolt, you saw him.

Astarion had a wet glint in his eye, but you could never be too sure if it was tears or just a sparkle. He quietly sat beside you, as you looked at his in wonder. Once fully aware you lunged into a hug into his arms as he tightly wrapped his around you. Staying in his embrace for a while, as twilight turned into deep blue. You both knew you had to look out for each other.

Astarion kissed your head as he your hands wandered his back through his shirt. He pulled you away from the embrace to look you in the eyes, but both your chests longed to close the gap between again. Astarion removed his shirt as you blushed, he looked at your red face “first time?” He smirked. You frowned, turning away didn’t say anything, you could hear a chuckle from Astarion, as you felt his icy cold touch running down the back, he slowly reached the rim of your dress unbuttoning the back. Your dress loosened causing you to quickly grab your chest to stop it from being exposed. Astarion hugged your bare back from behind, you could feel his chest breathing. He kissed the spot he had been feeding upon as he slowly ran his hands up your arms to your bare shoulders. You rolled your hand back, placing your head next to his. Astarion moved his hands to yours, firmly grasping them and making them let the dress fall loosely onto your lap. As he slowly held your breasts.

Astarion turned you to face him, your heart beating fast, wanting him to finally take you. He pushed you back onto the bad, climbing on top kissing you all the way from your belly, up to your neck, making his way to your lips. He explored every inch of your mouth, as you arched your back to be closer. Astarion removed his pants, as his cock spring out, tip pink, already sensitive, throbbing to be placed inside of you. Your legs wrapped around his waist, he positioned himself, as he said “don’t worry darling, I’ll take care of you, as you did for me.” You nodded your head trusting the process, you knew Astarion would be careful.

Astarion slowly pushed himself in, groaning with pleasure as your warm soft walls enveloped his tip, you rolled your eyes back in pleasure. He slowly began thrusting, pushing his shaft in. A little by little he was all the way in, he stayed like that to feel you. Astarion caressed your hair as he went in for a kiss, your toes curled as he began humping you. He was so gentle, you began to feel an unfamiliar feeling. A stir in your chest, as Astarion’s sweat beaded. You felt a warmth rise up, your vagina was about to explode. Astarion picked up your ecstasy and began pumping ever so fast, he was railing you. The back of the bed thudded against the wall as you moaned, loudly at your sweet release. Astarion animalisticly thrusted, gritting his teeth as he neared his orgasm, he could feel his entire groin go sensitive as he released his thick white liquid inside of you.

Astarion collapsed on top as you both panted, he turned to face you and gave you a kiss. As you wrapped your arms around the man laying on top of you, using one hand to play with his curls. You smiled to yourself as the room lit with the bright moonlight it was almost as if the sun had risen again, and Astarion was just basking in its light.

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strwbnnie · 2 years

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-| hi my newfound love 💕

i bring to thee pervy thoughts to satiate your kinktober thirst 💦

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N-NAGA!BAKUGO 🐍

Naga!Bakugo who stands about 7ft tall at his full height. Thick, muscular arms crossed over his bulging pecs that lead to into perfectly chiseled abs and tapers into a massive corded serpentine tail that he uses to prep you before stretching your tight little hole out with his two slimy ✨cocks✨

do with this what you will ❤️

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Ngl it took forever but I got it done lmaooo excuse mistakes I never proofread

Pairing: Naga!Bakugo x Explorer Chubby Black!Fem Reader

c/w: 18+ MDNI

chileeeee 😭 monster fucking, oviposition, tail fucking, kats has two cawks, oral (m!receiving), language ofc, Katsuki hates humans, Katsuki’s 100 yrs old at least, he’s also a lil mean but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t sprinkle a little praise here and there, venom intoxication, full nelson position, cervix fucking, girl you a babymama now 🤤 ❀ let me know if I’m missing any tags ❀

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Something wasn’t right about this forest, so many sinkholes and underground traps lingered around the bunker-like caves.

Which is exactly why you’re limping back to your camp. You’d lost your canteen, which meant you had no drinking water for the night. Fortunately, you had somewhere warm and sheltered to sleep.

You entered the bunker you’d claimed for yourself. This one was the least creepy of them all, lacking the furs and animal carcasses you’d seen in a couple of the others.

At the entryway you kicked off your boots, not wanting to track dirt and mud inside. The tapestry you’d brought gave you a decent amount of privacy, kept you hidden from whatever might’ve been lurking outside, however it couldn’t hide you from something already inside.

“Oi, it’s about time, who the fuck are you?” He snarled violently, tail curling around to push you the rest of the way inside. He’d been waiting on you to return all day, dying to see just who was bold enough to trespass amongst his territory.

He was huge, not only big and brutish but tall too, his head nearly grazing the cave’s ceiling as he raised up at you.

Katsuki hated humans. They were messy, disgusting and vile, destroying every place they’d come to inhabit.

So he’s absolutely seething when a ditzy little bitch makes herself comfortable right in the middle of his territory. Pinning your dumb little tapestry in the entryway, and leaving your things scattered.. neatly in a corner?

Okay whatever you didn’t make a mess, but still he’d spent days digging it out and getting it just right for his rut, only to have some human bitch trespassing while he was out collecting supplies.

“Oh I-.”

Terrified was an understatement as you looked everywhere but his face to to avoid his angry red eyes.

“You’re a..a…like a centaur..but a snake?” He heard you say. Should someone, or something like this even exist? You couldn’t help but wonder if he was the product of some freaky genetic splicing, or something conjured up from the deepest darkest depths of your monsterfucking fantasies.

His human or hunanoid half was absolutely beautiful. A very handsome face, even if it was fixed into a scowl, big muscled arms and an abdomen like a washboard. He wore golden cuffs on his arms and wrists, thick rings adorned a couple of his fingers. His body was thick and bulky, tapering down to a slender twelve foot long tail. His scales were black with splotches of tan, the underbelly that same sandy tan color.

“A Naga, dumbass. I don’t have time for ya little games, bitch. The hell are you doing in my den. Where’d you come from?”

“Your what? I’m traveling south and I just needed a camp for a few nights. Please don’t eat me, I’ll leave!” You were willing to beg the handsome creature for your life. You nearly fainted at the feel of his cold, scaly tail wrapping around and giving a deterrent squeeze.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” He snarled. The last thing he’d ever eat was a disgusting human, you’d probably taste like shit anyway, with all the garbage humans ate.

Now, a deer or a big fat juicy rabbit? He’d do just about anything for. He’d probably go hunting after he figured out how to dispose of you.

“So, what should I do with you, my chubby little bunny?”

His tone was taunting, you’re sure anything you suggested he’d laugh at, but you mustered up enough courage to speak anyway.

His gaze was fixed on you, red reptilian eyes daring you to make a move. He wanted you to run. He’d probably even stall a bit, give you a little leeway before hunting you down like the predator he was.

And when he found you he’d contemplate snapping your pretty little neck, or pumping so much venom into your veins that your blood solidified completely, or even gutting you like a fish and tossing you aside for the scavengers to deal wit-

“K-keep me?”

He stared at you like you’d grown another head.

“Keep you?” He spat the words like they were poison filling his mouth. He scoffed, nose turned up and brows bunched into a menacing scowl. “Fuck are you talkin’ about?”

He’d expected you to beg for a merciful death, totally caught off guard when you suggested such an impious request.

“L-like a pet or maid..I-I can cook or forage or…please you.” You reasoned with the monster, voice dying in your throat at the end of the statement. You knew there was no way he’d let you go unscathed, so you offered up the next best thing, you hoped.

The blonde stopped and looked down at you, arms crossed over the thick trunk of his body and squeezing his deliciously large pecs together, before his mouth turned up in a devilish smirk. Uncoiling his tail, he dropped you right on your butt.

“Don’t need a pet, but I do need an incubator.” Your eyes widened when his eyes fixated on your chubby tummy.

“Incubator?”

“Yeah,” His forked tongue flickered. “Ain’t got a mate, but I’m ready for a litter.“

He slithered the rest of the way to you, pulling you right into his arms. He pressed his cool fingers into your doughy body, pulling you right up against him. “You have the perfect body to bare my clutch, so you will.”

Sure, it was contradictory. He hated humans, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use you and all of your warm holes, right?

“Either that or I stuff em’ into your corpse.”

He could smell your fear, along with the sweet scent of ovulation and it was absolutely intoxicating. Your scent alone made him fucking feral, made him want nothing more than to burrow deeper into his den and have his way with you, to pump you full of cum and then his eggs.

Which is exactly what he’d do. Make you pay for disturbing his peace and triggering his rut early.

“Gonna keep papa’s eggs nice and warm, right? Ya promise?”

You nod with so much force your head might fall off, flinching when his thin tongue flickered rapidly beside your ear.

“Good, now whad’ya say about pleasing me, Bunny?”

***

The naga is left speechless when you take the head of one of his cocks into your mouth. The warmth enveloping him like the tightest hug.

“Fuck…what a good little bitch.”

You responded with the faintest little ‘mhm’ staring up at him all starry-eyed and dazed. Your tongue ran up and down that thick vein, sending shivers up his spine.

Katsuki had fucked with plenty of Naga women, but none of them had ever taken his dicks into their mouth, too prude and snobby to commit such a profane act.

But humans—humans were the embodiment of sin, the epitome of absolute trash, and before now he’s never been more grateful for the scum of your race.

Because here you were, the sexiest plump little vixen he’d ever seen, on your knees with your tongue swirling around each of his heads, showing neither more attention than the other.

You squished one of them between your busom, fucking it with your tits while your mouth handled the other.

“Holy fuck.” The naga breathed out, palming your head to push you down onto his cock, the tip nudging the threshold of your throat. Katsuki’s mind was clouded with delirium, head thrown back as little grunts and groans were forced out of him.

He laced his fingers into your braids, the hair ties that held your bun long gone. He was surprisingly gentle, forming your hair into a ponytail to rut against your mouth.

You sucked his cocks like your life depended on it, because it did. You needed him to feel like you were worth keeping, not to be discarded after you’d given him a litter.

“S-stop.”

Of course you didn’t stop, too stupefied to even understand the command at first. The naga felt like putty in your hands, the rattle of his tail moving intensely fast, nearly beating against the ground to signal just how close he was.

Your tongue and throat tingled as you worked him with your mouth, pushing him closer and closer to a release that would’ve brought him to his knees if he had them.

“Stop…or I’ll kill ya.” Bakugou panted hard, breaths ragged and strained, giving your hair a rough tug.

He quite literally meant what he said, as much as he did want to paint your throat with his cum, you’d likely asphyxiate from all that semen.

Your mouth was off of him in an instant, staring up at him waiting for your next order. You were a delectable sight to behold. Saliva dripping from your chin onto your big tits.

He pulled you up into a sloppy kiss, coating your tongue and throat with venomous saliva. It made your mouth water, the more you swallowed it down. You were now covered in a light sheen of sweat, body lax in his arms and incredibly sensitive, signs that you ingested the poison well.

“Please! I want-I need your cocks! Need you to fuck m-me.” His venom had you slack-jawed and slurring, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth.

Katsuki loved a bitch who wasn’t too proud to beg, carnal urges roused and ready to give you all that you asked for.

“Gotta stretch that pretty pussy if you want both my cocks.”

You nodded, or at least thought you nodded, head swaying as he maneuvered you around. Now you have your arms looped around his neck as he holds you up by your knees.

You let out the most wanton moan when his rattle breached your cunt, gasping and panting like a whore when more and more of that thick tail made its way inside.

Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth formed a wide ‘o’ as the rings of the his tail were sheathed deep into your cunt.

“Nice and warm.” His deep raspy voice lingers in your mind even after he’s spoken.

“Fuckkkk! I need more!” You cried out, cunt gushing more of your syrupy arousal around his tail and down your thighs.

“Doing s’good, I’ll give ya more.” He praised, fangs pressed into his lip as he slipped his tail out, rattle coated in your pussy’s cream.

Tears stung your eyes at the delicious stretch of his upper cock stuffing your cunt.

He bounced you up and down, loving how your warm, creamy pussy felt around him. With every thrust the head of his second cock bumped against your clit sending tremors through your body every single time.

He never wanted to leave the warmth of your cunt and quite frankly you didn’t want him to either with how you wrapped your thick thighs around him so tightly.

He was able to pry you off of him a little, just enough to position his second dick at your entrance.

Completely cock-drunk and dickmatized you’d probably die if he pulled out of you. You’d never been so full in your life, filled the the brim with this monster’s cock.

“You said you wanted both right?”

“Uhhuh?” You agreed to all of his questions if it meant keeping your life. Your mind was so clouded and hazy that you didn’t even process what he meant until he stuffed that second cock into your greedy cunt.

Shifting the position, he turns you around so that your back was against his front, cocks still stuffed inside as he handled you like you were featherlight. He lifts your legs up until he has them over his forearms, you’re now folded in half against him with his hands locked behind your head.

In an instant he’s moving again, holding you still and slamming into your pussy at a god-like speed. “Oooo shit.” You moaned, staring down at your bulging belly.

“You’re so stronggg.” Your praises pumped his ego, if that was even possible, the man already had so much confidence as it was. “Nghhh it’s s-so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Human whore loves my cocks?” He had the meanest grin on his face, basking in your praises.

“Yesssss, fuck yes.” You screamed, eyes crossed and tongue lolling out like a mad woman as he fucked you into oblivion.

“J-just like t-t-that.” You stuttered as you felt the peak of an orgasm creeping up on you.

It had just dawned on you, the blonde hadn’t even given you his name, if he had one.

“N-name..what’s your name.”

“Katsuki.” The Naga said, thrusts never faltering. He rarely gave his first name, especially to people he deemed beneath him. However, in a matter of moments you’d be the mother of his brood, of course he made an exception.

“Katsu…mmphhh. I’m gonna cum, Katsukiiii!” You whimpered out his name as you coated his cock with your juices.

“Oh f-fuck, what’s happening?” Your hooded eyes widened when the thick heads of his cocks pushed passed the ring of your cervix, sitting snug inside your womb and ready to deliver his clutch.

Play time was over, and Katsuki was ready to collect on that promise you made him.

Large and round, the first egg settled into your belly. One after the other he deposited six big eggs into your belly. The stretch was uncomfortable, heavy.

You weren’t even sure if you could stand holding so much extra weight. After all you’ve been through you weren’t sure if you could stand at all, honestly.

He finally lifted you off of his cocks, both semi flaccid and slowly retreating back into their slit. Your eyes were fixated below you, intrigued by the bright green slime that dripped out of your cunt but even more so by the swell of your tummy after being filled with the naga’s eggs.

You felt yourself being moved, until you were layed against your sleeping bag and few extra blankets you had brought to bundle up with.

You were drained— body covered in sweat and cum, belly stretched to capacity. You didn’t even want to think about how you looked right now.

“Oi, stay with me.” He slapped a calloused hand over your cheek a couple of times.

You floated in and out of consciousness but you kept your eyes locked on his crimson ones as best as you could.

“Did good.” He patted your head as you snuggled into his cool body, bulging belly jutting against his abdomen.

He rubbed a hand over your belly. ”S’good for me, gonna give me a strong litter.” He kissed your forehead and that’s all you could remember before consciousness evaded you.

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#bakugou x chubby reader #bakugou smut #black reader #bnha smut #chubby reader #mha x plus sized reader #bakugou imagine #bakugo x poc!reader #bakugou x black reader #kinktober #plus size teratophilia #teratophilia smut #terato #naga!bakugou #naga!bakugo #naga monster #naga smut #HentyeHottie

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nwjn-z · 1 year

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Hello~ could I request Stan knocking on reader’s window in the middle of the night sad bc Randy’s being… Randy? So they go out to Stark’s Pond and sit on the bench while he rants and they drink n stargaze n stuff?

Late night confessions — feat. Stan Marsh x reader

warning(s): yelling, drinking, swearing

author’s note: OMG ANON IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPLOAD THIS SOONER IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY, here you go tho i know it’s late asf but i hope you like it😞

It was 2:34 am, and the quite mountain town of South Park was in a peaceful slumber, but the Marsh household was anything but quite and peaceful.

“ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DRINK AND MOPE IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY INSTEAD OF HELPING YOUR FAMILY!” Randy seethes to his son.

“HELPING YOU WITH YOUR STUPID FUCKING WEED FARM ISNT HELPING THE FAMILY YOU DICK!” Stan spits back.

“You know what Stan? I am so sick and tired of your shit. You don’t do jack shit all day, you never want to help out with the family business, and when you do decide to help you always fuck up. You are going to get no where in life with this kind of attitude Stanley.”

All it took to push Stan over the edge was bringing up his future. Ever since starting high school, Stan biggest anxiety was what he was going to do with his life. The fear of ending up a “waste of space” kept him up at night.

“Seriously fuck you dad.” Stan sniffles as he storms out the house, wanting to be anywhere but “home”.

Stan gets in his car and makes his way to town with only his phone and wallet. He needed comfort right now. He needed to go somewhere that was familiar, somewhere that he felt safe at.

Stark’s Pond was special to Stan. Growing up it was his favourite place to be, where he hung out with his friends, where he had his first kiss, and where he had his few good memories with his dad.

But he didn’t want to be alone right now, he wanted to be with someone he could talk to, who would understand him, who could make him forget all about his problems, who could make him feel good no matter what, he needed you.

You were up late for no particular reason. It was summer so you were off your normal schedule. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone while the rest of your family was fast asleep.

When Stan made his way to your house he began to climb up on to your balcony. When he managed to do so he couldn’t help but stare at you through the space in between your curtains.

He saw you laying on your stomach swinging your legs back and fourth and holding a pillow to rest your head on while you where preoccupied with your phone.

You where so beautiful to him. You always had been since the day you two met. He loved your hair, your eyes, the way you talked, how you were always to quite yet kind, the way you made him feel so weak. He loved it all, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted nothing more than to make you his.

He continued to stare, looking longingly at you with hearts in his eyes until you noticed him staring and freaked out. He saw you jump and threw your pillow at your window before you realised it was him. You cursed him under your breath while you opened the curtain to open the window for him.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You told him,

“I’m sorry I just got distracted.” he replied.

“What are you doing here, it’s almost 3 o’clock!” You said,

“I know im sorry, I just really need someone to talk to I just had a huge fight with my dad and I don’t know where else to go.” He says as his mind rushes thinking back to the fight as he tries to hold back tears.

“Hey hey it’s okay I’m sorry, we talk if you want I’m here for you.” You say sincerely.

Hearing your sweet voice speak to him so gently after being yelled at and berated makes him break his composure and hot tears stream down his face.

You immediately pull him into you and caress the back of his head as he buries his face into your neck, holding on to your waist for dear life.

After some time he reluctantly pulls away and wipes his face.

“I came over to ask if you want to go to Stark’s Pond with me.” He mutters as he tries to compose himself.

“Let me get my jacket.” Is all you say in response wasting no time getting your jacket.

“We’re gonna have to leave through my window, I don’t want to wake my parents.” You say zipping up your jacket

“Okay” he says meekly.

You both make your way out your window with Stan helping you get down. You get into Stan’s car and he begins to drive.

As you make your way to Stark’s Pond, you can’t help but stare at him while he drives. He has one hand on the bottom of the stirring wheel and the other hand on the gear shift. His hands are rough from years of sports and roughhousing outside, yet whenever you felt them they were so soft.

Your daydreaming was cut short when he came to a stop and you realised you weren’t at Stark’s Pond.

“I’m gonna grab drinks real quick, you want anything?” he asked

“I’ll just have whatever you are having, even though you shouldn’t be drinking.” you say in disapproval of his habit

“Yeah I know but I kinda need it right now.” he responds somewhat bashfully.

“I guess” you say.

As you sit in the car waiting for him you start to wonder why he came to you. I mean you guys are close friends but you thought that him and Kyle were closer, that he would go to his childhood best friend for things like this. Right?

You aren’t left with your thoughts for long as Stan quickly makes his way out the store and back into the car.

He gets back into the car and after a couple of seconds he starts to drive again.

The convenient store wasn’t far from Stark’s Pond so you arrived fairly quickly.

“We’re here” Stan announces

You simply reply with a hum in acknowledgment and make your way out the car with him.

You sit down and he hands you a drink before cracking open his. You two sit in silence drinking until your thoughts from sitting in the convenient store parking lot make their way back into your head.

“Hey, why did you want to hang out with me of all people?” you say still leaning your head back staring at stars

“What?” He asks, almost dumbfounded

“I mean like why not Kyle or Wendy even, they’ve known you longer and probably better than I do so I just thought you would go to one of them for something like this.” you tell him honestly

“Do you not want me to come to you?” He asks, worry written all his face and voice.

“WHAT!? NO! I mean i just thought that like, you would think I wouldn’t be any help you know?”

“Nah dude that’s bullshit, besides why would I go to my ex about my problems.” he chuckles lightheartedly

“I don’t know I thought she would get you I guess.” you say as he shakes his head “no”.

“Oh well what about Kyle then, surely he’d be your first responder or something.”

“Kyle doesn’t know shit about me at this point, anytime I try and talk to him about the things I go through he just doesn’t get it.” he responds truthfully

“We’re still best friends and all but, he just doesn’t understand why I can’t just “get over it” you know? It gets really fucking frustrating.”

You take a minute to process what he said but before you can say anything he begins to speak again,

“You aren’t like that though. You’re always so nice and never make me feel stupid or crazy for feeling the way that I do.”

His words flustered you. Only you made him feel comfortable and safe? You felt your heart clench at the thought. Without thinking you put your hand over his and finally look over at him,

“I’m glad I can be that person for you.” You say sincerely with a smile on your face

And just like that Stan just couldn’t take it anymore. You were truly the most amazing person he has ever known. You’re sweet, kind, and genuine soul made his heart swell and his face smile. He couldn’t hold back the words that left his mouth in that moment,

“I’m so in love with you.” He says with hearts basically in his eyes.

“What!?” You respond eyes wide and face flushed

“WHAT?!” he yelps, “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT I MEAN I DID BUT NOT IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO AAAHH IM SORRY JUST FORGET I EVER SAID ANYTHI-“

“I like you too, well love.” you say honestly having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity,

“Wait what?Really!?” Stan says, dumbfounded but simultaneously feeling his heart burst with joy

“Yeah dude” you respond with a lighthearted laugh, but before you could say anything else you felt the slight wetness of his lips on yours, relishing in the feeling you close your eyes and lean in, completely melting in his touch.

“You love me?” he asks smiling, wanting nothing more than to hear you say those three words over and over until he can’t hear anymore,

“I love you.” you say, more than happy to repeat that phrase till your voice gives out.

#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan x reader #stan marsh headcanons #stan marsh sp

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480pfootage · 1 year

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any thoughts about the bri-guy (brian thomas)?

hehe bri guy

i do have a lot of thoughts abot him... (under cut, extremely long tangent I apologize)

hmmm His mom wasn't in the picture while his dad was one of those paranoid doomsday preppers so he didn't have much of a childhood.. However with his dad being the way he is, he drilled into Bri's head at a young age how to handle guns, encode messages, some basic medical stuff, n other stuff like that. I think I mentioned it in another post but my Brian has ASPD and uh... growing up with the constant dread of everything being snatched away from you and the world ending combined with arduous 'training' kinda fucked him up in the head.. Around ten-ish he began to practice hunting animals with the neighborhood pets. Sooner or later though, he was found out (he may have preformed an impromptu surgey on the class pet lol) and got appointed a counselor at school.

During middle school he started to realize that he was exceptionally good at getting what he wanted. He could throw on a nice charm and even if things didn't go his way, he could steer it back to where he wanted....

High school was when he met Tim and Brian went onto college to major in psychology whilst rooming with him :3 Tim was the only one that Brian really really trusted back then, and the only one who knew of his diagnosis (which was a reason why he got so pissed when he found Tim's medical records because he thought that having trust in each other constituted to Tim having to tell him everything). And then marble hornets happened but you all know about that stuff.

OH before getting into the more pasta oriented stuffs just wanted to say that the operator and slendy aren't the same entities in my universe (if you wanna know more just ask!!). Either way, under the operator's sickness it was said in the mh comics (3.5) that his head was just filled with all these lines of codes and I interpret that as him being paranoid to the point that he had to encrypt anything he was saying as he thought he was going to get caught by someone.

OKAY pasta time. After mh happened, Tim had tried to escape the op and ended up somewhere up in wisconsin. He was at his breaking point then, he wanted his friends back, he didn't want to be on the run again. And then he met slender. At first he thought it was the operator and i don't want this Tim tangent to go on too long so uh... hehe ask if you'd want more but basically Tim made a deal with slendy to bring one of his friends back under the guise that he and said friend had to gather people for Him to feed on. He had asked for Jay, but that didn't work (Jay was already in Skully at this point) and so Brian was brought back from the ark.

hmm ok after that things get a bit fuzzy for me i can't remember what I planned out, but basically Brian, Tim, Kate, and Toby live in a cabin in the woods together working for slender. Brian doesn't consider himself human anymore, despite the fact that his heart was still beating, hell he didn't consider himself 'Brian Thomas' anymore. During the beginning stages of his revival he would always keep his stupid mask on and was extremely snappy. Brian is a very petty person and he holds grudges, so remembering the fact that Tim kept his medical records away from him, he continued to steal Tim's pills (and also Toby's whenever he came around and pissed him off). But those times are rarer now that he has gotten used to his.... situation.

Brian's the stalker type in their little operation. He gets the information for the gang and scopes the place out, not usually going in for the kill (that's Toby and Tim's jobs). Kills to him are something to relieve stress, whenever a victim is able to escape the others, he pursues them, the thrill of the chase is really what gets him going (it's a plus if he gets to hear them beg for their lives), he likes being in control of the situation. During missions like those he likes to make little snuff films, like I said he finds killing to be stress relief, and he edits it with his quirky little style (think the weird tta vidyas TT) accompanied with nature documentary type videos he takes himseslf.

I would talk about his relationship with Amos but this is getting a bit too long GRHGHRGHGAHGHAGH. OK. Next time I wil........

#creepypasta #brian thomas #hoody #hoodie #hoodie creepypasta #hoody creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #crp #ticci toby #tim wright #masky #toby erin rogers #art #my art #my writing #old fandom

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wireheadbird · 6 months

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Find Me

(The Vampire Diaries) Elijah x reader

Warnings : Mentions of torture, stabbing, mentions of blood, angst, fluff, kidnapping, mentions of death, written while i was half asleep. Summary : Y/N and Elijah are in a secret relationship, afraid that if anyone finds out it would cause harm to either of them. But eventually Klaus figures it out causing him to kidnap Y/N in jealousy, attempting to convince her to get with him. He ends up having to torture her so she would forget his brother and choose to be with him instead. Elijah finds out where she is and brings her to safety. 1,319

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I waited on the living room couch for Elijah to come home. Tonight was date night, Elijah had promised we’d watch movies together and just hang out since we hadn’t been able to meet ever since Klaus returned, and he didn’t want to raise any suspicion. Not wanting anyone to find out about our relationship in a town filled with supernatural beings.

Just as the door clicked open I got a message on my phone, ‘Something came up, I'll be home late. Get some rest I’ll wake you when I'm back’. I sat up straight in confusion turning my head towards the door to find no one. I felt that something was wrong and called Elijah, but the phone was immediately snatched from my hand before everything went dark.

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I blinked my eyes open, groaning in pain. It was dark and cold and I was being dragged somewhere by my arms. Somehow I ended up being tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room, my head was spinning making me feel awfully nauseous. “Hi there princess, finally awake?” a man with an English accent chuckled coming from behind me. I couldn’t tell who he was at first, just a barely visible silhouette circling around in the dark room.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” my voice came out hoarse echoing against the walls. The man stops dead in his tracks at my question, “Do you seriously have no idea who I am? You deeply wound me, darling” he cried in a mocking tone. “I am after all, the talk of the town these days” I felt his breath on my neck making my breath hitch. “Klaus…” my heart sank when I uttered his name in realization. “Bingo” he whispers into my ear, standing up straight. “As for what I want…I want you” his hand caressed my face and I didn’t hesitate to quickly pull away “all to myself”.

My stomach churns in disgust, fighting the urge to say anything that could make my situation worse than it already was. The hybrid has a big reputation around here and I definitely wouldn't want to be on his bad side, however it seems like I already was. “A little birdie told me, you’re dating me brother. We can’t have that now, can we?” he walks over to a light switch flicking it on. Once the room came into view I realized how bloodied the stone walls and concrete floor are, a table with a variety of tools and…needles? Sat in the center, next to me. My heart rate instantly picked up at that and I’m sure that fear was evident in my eyes the closer he steps towards me.

“Now now dear, no need to be so afraid. I’ll give you two options, hm?” he kneels down in front of me holding my chin in place so that I’d be looking at him. “I know that I can’t compel you to do what I want because of the vervain my brother makes you drink. But there's other ways this can go.” the demeanor in the room clearly changes when he says that. “You can either forget my brother’s existence and we live a happy life to–” before he’s able to finish his sentence I couldn’t hold myself back anymore and spit on him making him stand up to wipe his face with a rag that laid on the table.

“I see that we’ll be doing this the hard way. Fine.” His tone darkened as he kept direct eye contact with me while he took off his jacket and took a blade into his hand, the dim light reflecting off of it. “I’ll bleed you, till you comply. And if you don’t…well lets just hope it doesn't come to that my love” the blade glided over my cheek at just the right angle so that it didn’t cut into my skin. He stared at my face lovingly as he lowered the blade away from my face, then quickly changed into amusement as he watched my expression change into shock. Shakily looking at where his hand is, I spot the sharp tool he plunged into my thigh making me let out a blood curdling scream as the pain increasing by the minute. He took it out only to thrust the object into the same spot over and over. I could do nothing but scream and cry refusing to give in.

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Days have passed, or at least that's what it felt like. The only way I could keep track was by how many times Klaus came in with a plate of food urging me to eat, which I profusely refused. I have been bled out so much to the point of passing out for hours on end. Klaus had attempted feeding me his blood but I tried to make a run for it every time I was fully healed. Hence why he sought it useless and chose to feed me portions of food, which I didn’t take in fear of it being drugged. I still hoped that Elijah would find me…if he hadn’t forgotten me. The longer I stayed there the more my hope deteriorates, but I trust Eli, I knew he was looking for me.

I was now laid back against a far corner in the room with the lights off and no longer restrained as Klaus doesn’t see me, a mere weak human, as a threat to him. But he took the tools with him and locked the door so that I wouldn’t escape. Not that I had any remaining energy to move let alone make a run for it. My face sat in my hands as my head spun and the ringing in my ears got louder. I could tell the malnourishment had gotten to me, a person could only take so much. I felt something thud next to me, when I looked at it I realized it was a person but with my blurry vision and the darkness in the room I couldn’t tell who. Placing a finger on what I assumed was his head I quickly retracted it when I felt how ice cold the skin was.

I didn’t hear nor see it when someone knelt next to me on the floor, but when I felt a hand resting on my cheek I peeled my eyes away from the seemingly dead on the floor and pushed away the one in front of me. “Hey hey calm down its me Elijah” I could hear the concern in his voice “Eli..? You found me” a sigh of relief left my lips and I didn’t hesitate to reach forward and wrap my arms around his neck sobbing into his shoulder.

He picked me up speeding all the way back to my house, the sun shining through the curtains which he quickly drew after carefully placing me on my bed. He helped me into a new set of comfortable clothes but not before checking and inspecting every wound with the look of concern not leaving his face. He bit into his wrist feeding me his blood and I could tell he felt somewhat better when the color returned to my skin but his brows still knit in concern. “It’s not your fault you know, you had matters to attend to you couldn’t have possibly known all this would happen.” I looked at him reassuringly. “I know but if I figured out he was using a witch to cloak your location sooner then you wouldn’t have been as hurt” he explained looking down into my eyes. “I’m well Elijah, I’m healed completely. All thanks to you” I lightly peck his lips and smile at him lovingly. We both laid under the covers enjoying each other’s warmth for a while with his hand playing with my hair, till I eventually drifted off to a much needed sleep.

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I really had fun writing this thank you for the request i hope you like it :))

now if you'll excuse me, i have some sleep to catch up on.

(im so lucky my school gave us a vacation rn)

#request #x reader #reqs open #tvd fanfiction #the vampire diaries #elijah mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #light angst #fluff #another world #wireheadbird #writers on tumblr #fanfic #tvd universe #secret relationship

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Hello! Thanks again for the FE3H request! Loved it!

I had the idea of asking if you could do a request with M!Alear, Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst, Fogado, with a male! reader? Nsfw too, if possible?

For the plot/context, the reader is a mage who promoted into a Sage! The boys are reacting to seeing the sage outfit, which they never saw before, on the reader and being all flustered about it.

Thank you!

They React to Your New Outfit ━ Part 1

characters: M!Alear, Alfred, Diamant, Alcryst, Fogado warnings: handjob, oral, penetrative sex, fingering (all reader receiving), dry humping, making out, me drifting from the prompt like 20 times lmao, not proofread/might be ooc A/N: hii I'm glad you liked the fe3h request! I wasn't sure if it was any good or not when I wrote it tbh.. sorry this one took me so long but I hope it was worth the wait :) I did sfw and nsfw for this but it kinda leans more towards nsfw in general

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Alear

Honestly I feel like he'd be the most flustered apart from Alcryst. He thinks you look good no matter what you're wearing, that you could absolutely pull off anything you wanted to and he'd be right there to tell you exactly that

But he's at a loss for words once he sees your new sage outfit, entirely different from the purples and browns of your old one. Your cape flows down to your feet, intricate designs adorning the piece of fabric that's draped over your broad shoulders

His eyes catch how your stomach and chest is almost entirely exposed to him, and he thinks his first thought would have surely gotten him weird looks if people could read his mind

He stutters out something that sounds suspiciously like 'pretty', but when you ask him if he said something he gets nervous and pretends like he didn't

He knows getting distracted in the middle of a battle wouldn't do anyone any good, so he tries not to think about it until you have a moment to yourselves

Heterochromatic eyes gaze lovingly into yours, bright hues of blue and red bright underneath the lights in his room. Alear has you laying beneath him with a loose grip on your waist to keep you steady, gently tugging your pants down just enough to free your already half-hard length.

"You look nice, you know that?" He breathes, thin fingers wrapping around your sensitive cock and thumbing at the leaking slit. He can't take his eyes off of you, entranced by how your clothes hug you in all the right places. His lips ghost over your jawline, and you tremble. "It suits you."

He insisted on you keeping your clothes on, everything except for your cape that was somewhere on the floor now; you couldn't be bothered to care. All that mattered was the pleasure that surrounded you like a cloud and his hand that worked you with practiced ease.

You run your fingers through his hair, your legs kept spread by his body in between them. "You- ah, think so?" You murmur, having to bite your lip when he silently nods, sucking a light hickey onto your neck. He knows it'll be covered up, that he won't have to worry about people asking you or him what happened, even though it's obvious.

You're his, after all. While a part of him wants to show you off, stake his claim in the only way he knows how, he doesn't need to. You're almost never not with him, anyway, fighting every battle by his side and staying glued to his hip outside of it. Not that he'd have it any other way.

Slowly but surely neither of you could be found without the other. People would constantly ask you where the Divine One was if you showed up without him, and people would wonder if he'd seen you around. It was a little embarrassing at first, but he couldn't say he minded.

So he'll take care of you tonight, take his time and bring you over the edge the same way he always does. Even if it's more for himself than anything else, to watch you fall apart in his arms with his name on your lips, but you weren't exactly complaining.

Alfred

Seeing as he's dating you, he wouldn't at all be afraid of saying how he feels about your outfit. He always wants you to come to him about anything, serious or not, so it stands to reason that he'd do the same with you

He's a little more forward with his compliments, admiring how your muscles bulge in your sleeves and whispering that he thinks you look even stronger like this, making heat warm your cheeks

Seeing you in something that revealing does more to him than he'd like to admit, though nothing has to be said about it when he asks, in the politest way possible, if he can suck you off right then and there (if no one was around two)

Your choked out sound of surprise makes him laugh as he watches you think about his question. You're just so gorgeous, can you blame him for wanting you?

Are we all in agreement that Alfred would 100% be a service dom? Yes? Okay anyways

"You don't have to-" you start to protest, but he cuts you off from where he's propped up on his knees, giving you a small smile and shaking his head.

"No, no, it's alright. Just let me make you feel good, okay?" Alfred traces gentle circles into your thighs, waiting for you to give him the okay to keep going. "Besides, I'm enjoying the view," he adds, so naturally and soft that you almost miss it.

So cheesy, you think, rolling your eyes. But you nod anyway, reaching down to fix one of the flowers that he keeps fixed in his hair. He leans into the touch, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. "Okay, fine, but once you're done, then-"

"You don't need to repay the favor, really," the blonde says, lacing your fingers together and squeezing. "This outfit was payment enough."

You don't get the chance to respond to that before he's mouthing at the outline of your length through your pants, watching to gauge your reaction. You suck in a small breath, resisting the urge to beg him to hurry up, because you know that'd only make him go impossibly slower.

But eventually, he hollows his cheeks, languidly taking you halfway into his mouth before drawing back. He does that a few times, tongue licking a long stripe from the base to the tip and circling the head of your cock.

"Please, d-don't tease," you whimper, feeling arousal pool in your stomach and settle there. He glances up at you, sliding down as much as he can without gagging and chuckling at how you slap a hand over your mouth.

It doesn't do much to stifle your noises, quiet moans slipping past your lips even with you trying to cover them. He pulls off with a loud pop after a moment, his hand snaking up the cut in the right side of your pants. "Only because you asked so nicely."

Diamant

Getting him to give you a reaction outside of his usual demeanor isn't a task, per se, but it's not easy either. He's almost always serious, trying to keep up appearances where he can

But then you tell him you've been promoted, that you've grown even stronger, and he's proud of you, he is, until his words falter when he sees how you look

What you're wearing is wildly different from your old mage outfit, the clothes allowing you to move around more freely as you take on more of a front-line position in battle. He knows that. It's supposed to be practical, in a way, and nothing else

Except telling himself that proves to be harder than he thinks. You ask him what he thinks about it, and he clears his throat, trying (and failing) to hide the blush that rises to his face and ears

He makes sure to let you know how he feels when he has the chance to, though. He can't leave your question unanswered now, can he?

Diamant tugs you onto his lap, not worried about being careful with most of his armor thrown off to the side on his bed. You go along with it, your legs resting on either side of him and arms coming up to wrap around his neck. His gloved fingers find your chin, pulling you closer until your faces are mere inches apart.

"You know, it's almost not fair that other people get to see you in this," he whispers, lips brushing yours and thumb stroking your cheek. You tuck a loose strand of red hair behind his ear, waiting for him continue. "But... it's fine, because only I know how you look when I kiss you."

As if on cue, he slowly bridges the small gap between you, tilting his head so that your lips easily slot together like it's second nature. You melt into it, letting him take the lead and grab you until your bodies are flush together. You can hear and feel all of him even through your clothes, from shaky breaths to the growing arousal in his pants.

You absentmindedly grind down against him, and the arm slung around your waist tightens. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it and reveling in how you shudder out his name.

His hands slip beneath the thin fabric covering the top of your toned chest, fingers flicking over your perk nipples and lightly tugging. You moan, tongue sliding into his mouth and melding with his own.

"How's that feel?" He pulls away to ask, meeting every roll of your hips with a thrust of his own. You pause to catch your breath, and to find the words that keep escaping you. He does the same, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth with a smile.

"Good," you finally manage to say in a whisper, the friction alone threatening to make you cum. He isn't holding up any better than you are, so he traces over your exposed skin, slowing your movements so that he could stretch this out.

"Gods, you drive me crazy."

Alcryst

He'd be so nervous about it that you'd probably end up having to get him to calm down. I feel like he'd either be the type to start rambling because he doesn't know what to say, or the type that trips over their words so much they have to take a deep breath before they continue

He just thinks you look absolutely handsome. You always do, even when you woke up with the worst bedhead in all of Elyos, but this is different

A part of him still doesn't know how you fell in love with somebody like him, someone that can't even properly speak sometimes, but he's happy when you reassure him it's not a big deal. That it's kind of cute how he reacts to you

He wants to show you everything that's swirling around in his head when he can't verbally get out how he's feeling <3

"It's okay if I do this, isn't it?..." He quietly asks, a soft flush painting his pale skin pink. He has your fingers intertwined just beside your head, his other hand holding one of your legs open in a position he knows you're the most comfortable in.

You nod, giving his hand a squeeze and pulling him in closer by the neat, white cravat tied around his neck. The cold wind from a crack in the window is a nice reprieve from the warmth burning hot and fiery in your stomach.

"Mhm, go ahead. You can do whatever you want to me." You tilt your head up to kiss him, and you can feel him freeze up at that, a small whimper falling off his tongue and his cock twitching where it teases at your hole.

"Y-you can't just- can't just say things like that," Alcryst pouts, sunken scarlet eyes darting from yours back to the spot between your legs. He'd always get flustered when it came down to doing this with you, so hung up on being perfect that he didn't get to fully enjoy himself.

You want him to let loose a little bit for once. Your sage outfit was the perfect way to start.

"But it's true," you lift your hips up to make it easier for him, shooting him a sly wink that has him subtly fidgeting. "Don't hold back this time, I can take it." And that seems to do it for him.

You both let out a choked out moan when he gently slides into you, wrapping a hand around you and stroking in time with each half thrust. He nestles himself deep inside you, hips slamming into yours and his lips trailing up and down your entire body.

He bites down on your shoulder so that he isn't being too loud. You were tight, warm and panting beneath him, and he swears you're the prettiest boy he's ever seen in his life.

"You feel good, so good."

Fogado

He's literally the Claude of engage I think the developers have a type.... (me too but that's a conversation for another day)

Anyway, he's the first person to notice when your outfit changes. He'd be the first one to catch something small, anyway, like if you trimmed the ends of your hair or got new frames for your glasses, and those observational skills and flirtatious nature of his don't go away when you start dating

He's not just saying it to say it, though, he means it when he sees you outside and tells you that you look cute. The colors compliment your eyes, the arm sleeves slid up to your elbows perfect on you, and he doesn't shy away from pointing that out

He'll ask you if you wanna get dinner with him after training, even though you always say yes. It's become something of a routine with you two, to unwind by talking about any and everything in each other's presence

Then he'll casually say how much better your clothes would look on the floor on your way out of the cafe terrace

"Fogado-" you squirm, hands clutching the sheets under you for dear life. Your face is pressed into the pillow, his, namely, drool leaving a small puddle in the middle of the linen case.

He leans over your back, humming in acknowledgement and curling two of his fingers inside you in search of that spot that would have you seeing stars. You're thankful that most of your moans are muffled and that he can't see your face twisting up in pleasure.

It's embarrassing enough that he has your ass up and back arched for him, your body bare except for your sleeves while he's still fully clothed. You're burning up, your heart beating loudly in your chest and legs trembling.

It doesn't help that he keeps purposefully avoiding you where you need him the most, your dick almost pathetically hard and leaking pre-cum between your thighs. He litters the nape of your neck with wet kisses, leaving a mark here and there that'll just barely be able to be covered up.

"What's the matter, baby?" He whispers in your ear, biting down on it and feeling you tighten around him. You're about to respond, but your words end off on a high-pitched groan when he slides a third digit in beside the first two, and he all but laughs. He knows exactly what he's doing, what the problem is, but he's messing with you. Seeing how much it'd take for you to beg.

And it's starting to kill you.

"I need you-"

"What's the magic word?" You feel more than see him smirk against your skin, and you'd be mad if you weren't unbearably needy right now. So you humor him.

"Please."

Fogado grins, big, brown eyes scanning down your frame. He can tell you're close. "That's my good boy." He coos, murmuring praises when his fingers finally find your prostate with one hard thrust and you cum for him, shaky cries prompting him to finger you through your orgasm despite your weak protests.

He really thinks he should do this more often.

#🧩 ── 5iyoasks #answered #divider by cafekitsune #fire emblem #fire emblem engage #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem engage x reader #engage x reader #alear #alear x reader #alfred #alfred x reader #diamant #diamant x reader #alcryst #alcryst x reader #fogado #fogado x reader

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synthetickitsune · 2 years

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Wonwoo (Seventeen) | Out late angst | 1k TW: depression, implied self-harming tendencies?, a lil' vent-ish

“So care to tell me what you were doing out so late? Without a hat or a scarf?” Wonwoo asks, voice stern as he sits down, setting the two mugs of steaming tea down on the table. You’d like to believe his voice was only like that because he was fully concentrated on not spilling anything, but you’re not that naive.

“I told you,” you say sheepishly, “I just went for walk, got lost in my thoughts and lost track of time.”

You can see in his eyes he doesn’t believe a word. Sometimes you hate how perceptive he is and how well he knows you. He doesn’t push though, for now at least, and you’re grateful for that.

You take the mug into your hands and let the warmth seep into your frozen body. You haven’t yet stopped shivering, but it’s better with each passing second. You have a feeling Wonwoo would chew you out more if it wasn’t for your nearly hypothermic state.

Risking a quick glance, you see him spacing out, staring at the steam rising from his own mug. You wonder what’s going on in his mind. Maybe he really is more angry with you than he lets on…

“I’m sorry I’m taking advantage of you like this,” you mumble quietly. You don’t want to aggravate him further.

The book he was reading lies on the table, and judging by the soothing playlist gently humming in the background and scented candle burning further in front of you, you’ve interrupted him at a very sensitive time. He doesn’t mess around when he gets consumed by a good book.

“You’re not,” he sighs. But he doesn’t get it and you suppose you’ll never be ready to talk to him, so no better time than now. You don’t let him continue, interrupting him as he takes a breath.

“No, I-” you let your head hang low. Maybe it’d be better not to speak about it. You know Wonwoo will get concerned, and you really don’t want that. At the same time, you feel so lost that you hope that by telling him you’ll ruin something. And isn’t that what you’ve been doing until now?

“I do. I am kind of using you right now,” you admit and you know it makes zero sense to him. Well, it objectively makes no sense, but that’s your brain in a nutshell.

“Okay, explain,” he says simply, turning his body towards you. His voice is gentler, and maybe you’d appreciate it more if it didn’t make tears prick at your eyes.

“Uhm,” you swallow, unsure of how to best explain it. He’s patient, however, and he lets you take your time. “Okay, well, part of the reason I came here, no, the reason I came here was that I just, I don’t know, wanted to know I have, like, my person somewhere in the world? Nobody else comes even close, I guess. Sorry.” You can’t even look at him.

“Don’t apologize,” he reassures. His hand touches your knee softly before settling there. “Does it have anything to do with why you stayed out so late?”

You shrug. You feel like there’s a void sitting inside your ribcage, heavy and bleeding into each aspect of reality surrounding you.

“Maybe,” you chuckle, “It was just so cold outside. It felt good. I walked and walked, and then I really wanted to be somewhere surrounded by nature. But we’re in the middle of the city, and - please don’t be mad, I know - I went to the park.”

You don’t need to look at him to know it made him upset. You feel his gaze burning into your body.

“There are trees. I didn’t know where else to go. I just wanted to escape. It was dark and quiet, and lonely. I promise I was careful and I kept checking I was alone,” you stress that to him, but he doesn’t budge. You don’t like seeing him like this. “I wouldn’t even go in if there were people anyway. I wanted to be alone.”

He’s silent. Unsettlingly so. You’d prefer he yelled at you. As it is, you feel like you’ve burned the bridge connecting you and him. And that’s what you wanted, right? Somehow. You wanted ruin, so why doesn’t the possibility of getting it bring you any satisfaction? Why are you still so hollow?

“y/n,” Wonwoo finally speaks, a long sigh around the sound. He takes your hands into his, slowly, gently stroking your skin. “Tell me what’s going on.”

You hate him. You hate his concerned voice, softer and more like a reassuring rumble of storm than usually, and you hate the way it makes you tear up. You shake your head.

“Nothing. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you want to snap at him, but there’s no bite.

“There’s more ways than one to hurt yourself,” his voice hardens for a split second, not unkindly, “And I’m your person. I’m here.”

You sniffle. Something finally breaks inside of you and the void pours from your chest all the way to your fingertips. It keeps flowing like water and the tears that spill from your eyes.

“I don’t know,” you confess quietly, and soon your words are mumbled by Wonwoo’s warm chest, “It just hurts. Existing hurts. Breathing hurts.”

His arms are firm and real around you, and they keep you whole as you fall apart. He doesn’t speak. There isn’t anything to say anyway. But he holds you, and it’s enough. His palms rub patterns over your back and gently massage along your spine.

When you finish crying, he tells you you’re staying the night. So you do. And he holds you some more as you lie in bed with him, shushing you gently when you need it.

When the sun rises, the pain’s still there. The air feels like it’s shredding your lungs, but only until you breathe in Wonwoo’s scent. It’s distraction enough, if only for a moment.

#seventeen #wonwoo #seventeen reactions #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #svt angst #seventeen hip hop unit #drabble #angst

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reysdriver · 1 year

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Driver's License | Keys

You decide to tease your friend after seeing his real name on his ID — coworker!keys x reader fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption since the oneshot takes place at a bar

words: 0.8k

a/n: this is my first keys fic and I know this is niche as hell but i've been obsessed with him lately so expect more lol

The bar was one of the more popular ones—which means there’s sometimes a line outside in the cold—but it was the one you always went to because it was walking distance from work. You, Keys, and Mouser stood in line shivering and wondering what was taking so damn long.

“Should we just go somewhere else?” You asked the guys.

“No, it’s fine.” Keys answered. “We’re almost at the front anyways.”

Mouser looked like he was about to say otherwise, but then dropped his protests. “Keys, can you like, stand on your toes and see what’s going on?”

He obliged and stood up as tall as he could, looking for the front of the line. After a few seconds of the most perfect posture you’d ever seen on your friend, he slumped back down to his normal height.

“It’s not the regular bouncer. This one’s checking, like, everyone’s IDs for five minutes each.” Keys explained, pulling out his wallet already.

You held back a laugh at the obvious hyperbole and thanked him for the update on what was taking this line so long to move.

Keys was right; you were actually close to the front of the line. It was still unbearably cold and it wasn’t even winter yet. Keys saw your discomfort and wrapped an arm around you. Maybe that was more than a coworker slash friend should do, but hey, you work at a video game company: nothing was really like other workplaces.

Once you were finally at the doors, the new bouncer asked for IDs from all three of you—which you thought was ridiculous because none of you looked like you were minors—and thoroughly scanned each one of them.

Yours was first, and maybe the quickest. Mouser showed his ID next, and then it was Keys’ turn. The worker looked at his driver’s license for longer than he had yours and Mouser’s, then passed it back to Keys with the card in between his index and middle finger.

Keys seemed to be in a rush to put it back into his wallet, and when you caught a glimpse of it as he shut the leather flaps, you understood why.

Your friend had never told you his real name before. Come to think of it, you weren’t sure he’s told anyone. What was perhaps his biggest secret was now in your hands, and there were infinite possibilities on what to do with it.

You kept quiet while the group picked a booth to sit at, then went up to order a round of kamikaze shots to start the night off with a bang. After you’d all taken one shot together, Mouser went off to use the washroom, leaving just you and Keys together.

Impatient as always, you had decided now was the time to do something with your newly acquired information. Biting back a smile, you tried to act as inconspicuous as possible.

“You know what?” You started. “I know we still have a round of shots, but I’m gonna head up to the bar and get something with as many maraschino cherries as they’ll let me have. Do you want anything?”

He shook his head, smiling at your drink request. “No, I’m alright. I’ll stay here.”

You stood up, bringing a dollar bill from your purse to tip the bartender. “Okay, I’ll be back, Walter.”

He didn’t even notice your use of his name at first. But when your words played back over in his head—as most things you say to him do—his eyes widened and he shot up from the seat.

“How did you— I don’t tell people my real name.” Keys said softly but urgently.

You smiled at him. “I know. I saw it on your driver’s license outside. I just wanted to tease you a bit since I’m now one of the only people in the world who knows it.”

“You are.” He confirmed. “Just, please don’t use it at work or anything. I just think it’s embarrassing.”

“More embarrassing than ‘Keys’?” You giggled. You started walking towards the bar, and he followed closely behind. “You don’t need to worry, though. I like being the keeper of your secret.”

Relief washed over his face. “Thank you.”

You waved over one of your favourite bartenders, then brought your attention back to Keys. “Just for the record, I actually like your real name. It’s like a cute old man you live next to and bring in the newspaper for.”

He bit the inside of his cheek and stood up from the barstool. “You know, just for that, I do want a drink. You’re buying it for me.”

You rubbed his upper arm to confirm there was nothing bad between you. “I’ll surprise you, Walt.” You told him as he walked back to your booth.

Unsurprisingly, you were met with his turned back and a middle finger flipped at you.

#walter keys mckey #keys mckey #keys x reader #keys x you #keys x y/n #keys free guy #keys fluff #keys fanfiction #joe keery #coworker!keys #joe keery fanfiction #free guy #free guy keys #free guy fanfiction

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skelitinonmyback · 1 year

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Nice to Meet Ya

pairing: agent whiskey x fem!reader

synopsis: you were a bartender of a dive bar in the middle of nowhere, wyoming. you knew everyone and everyone knew you, so when a stranger happened into your bar, you were willing to do anything to get to know him better. unfortunately for you, he was a very busy man.

content warning: SMUT 18+, porn no plot, small spitting kink if you squint, oral sex (fem receiving), insert fic with no use of y/n, p in v sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (3), pet names (sugar, darlin', baby, sweetheart), age gap (reader is mid 20s and agent whiskey is 40)

word count: 3.7k

Being a bartender in the Middle of Nowhere, Wyoming was just about as luxurious as it sounds. You spent 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, keeping old men just close enough to get good tips but far enough to stay out of their hands. Today was no different than any other. You were in the middle of hiding Old Bob’s keys from him while he was in the bathroom, too drunk to get there without running into every object on his way. Including a very cowboy looking man that just sauntered into your bar.

You’ve never seen this man before, which was surprising because all of your customers were the same people you saw every day. He sat at your bar and you could tell by the way he looked at you he thought he owned the bar. A smirk twitched up the end of his mustache and he asked for two fingers of whiskey neat.

You couldn’t deny that he was very attractive. Although, he was probably 15 or so years older than you. His playful eyes and pouty lips made you want to listen to everything he had to say like scripture and beg him to continue. And man did you have a thing for cowboys. You doubted he would want anything to do with you, however. He seemed the type to want something as mature as he was, not a young little thing like yourself.

You set down the glass with a napkin in front of him. “So what brings you around here?”

“What makes you think I’m new in town?” Oh so he was going to be withholding?

“In a town like this you know everything about everyone,” you smiled. “And I have a feeling I would know you very well if I’ve seen you before.”

Much to your surprise, or rather disappointment, he didn’t seem very fazed by your comment. He just raised his eyebrows a bit and took a sip of the whiskey. “Is that right, sugar?” Fuck, if pet names didn’t make you weak.

“Oh, I’d count on it.” You gave him your name, but he seemed distracted and didn’t say anything back. “And you are?”

“Jack. Memorise it,” he drawled, giving you a wink and went back to searching the room. Something was definitely taking over his mind that kept him away from you and you were not very happy about it.

“Are you looking for someone? I might be able to help you.” You desperately wanted him to look at you again. You cycled through anyone worth a damn in this town quickly, there were so few, and you rarely got visitors. You were sexually frustrated to say the least and you were not going to let this opportunity slip you by.

“Alright, sugar,” he queried. “Have you seen a group of guys come through here? They would’ve showed up about a week ago, all around my height, a little bigger than me, a lot scarier.”

“Wait, are you like a cop or something?”

“Or something. Are you gonna help out an old man, sweetheart?” The sound of sweetheart in his deep, Texan accent sent a wave of blush across your face.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, I do know who you’re talking about. You just missed them though. They bounced about two nights ago,” you stammered, overwhelmed by his undivided attention.

“Fuck.” That sounded so good coming out of his mouth. “Well, thanks for your help, sugar.” He took a twenty out of his wallet and left it on the bar and turned to leave.

“Wait,” you called out. You were panicked, you couldn’t let him leave without at least trying.

“You can keep the change sweetheart. I have somewhere to be.”

“It’s just,” you were stuttering, unsure how to get him to stay. “I’d hate for you to leave town so early without making your stay worthwhile, especially since you couldn’t find the guys you were looking for.”

He laughed at you and you loved the way that felt. “Sorry, sugar, that’s kind of ya but I really should-”

He was interrupted by a body running into him.

“Dammit, Bob.” Fucking cock blocker. “Does Maryanne know you’re here?”

“Aghhh,” gurgled out of his mouth as he slouched onto one of your stools, double tapping the bar.

“No, I’m closing out your tab and calling your wife to come pick you up. You better hope she’s in a good mood today.” This wasn’t the first time this month you had to call Maryanne to pick him up.

You tried to refocus on Jack, the not cop, but he was already gone out the door. So much for trying.

—

You wrapped up all the tills, cleaned out of the bars, and scrubbed down the lounge. It was 12:30 by the time you finished and you were exhausted and honestly a little sad. You’ve never been turned down so abruptly and it wasn’t great for your ego.

You didn’t analyze the parking lot yet, too focused on locking up to notice the man waiting for you. It wasn’t until he cleared his voice that you knew anyone else was there and it was not gentle. You practically jumped out of your skin, not expecting anyone else to be out there. You turned around and noticed who was waiting for you. Your sexy stranger, Jack.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t scare me like that,” you exclaimed, hand on your chest feeling you pulse.

“Sorry, darlin’. Was waiting for you to see me, but I got a little impatient.”

“No worries. Was everything ok?’ You settled on being confused instead of scared that he would wait for you. You were racking your brain on what he could need from you. Maybe he had a question about the group of guys that came through town.

“Actually, sugar, everything is not ok.” Oh god, did you do something wrong? You started second guessing everything you had done that evening. Perhaps the intell you gave him was wrong. If that was the case then shit you were in trouble. You didn’t know what to say to him, you just gawked at him with wide eyes. “I’ve spent the past two hours tossin’ around in my shitty motel bed trying to get soem sleep, but damn the thought of my head between those pretty thighs has been keeping me awake.

I’m sorry?

“I’m sorry?” you squeaked.

“Oh you should be, little girl. You may not know it but I am a very important man and I don’t have time to do this. But of course you had to try so hard to tempt me, and after all I am a man.” What was he even saying? He must have taken your silence for rejection because he kept on going. “Come on, sugar. You were practically begging for this from me early. What happened? You get scared?”

“No!” you rushed out, making him chuckle. “I am still interested, it’s just a lot to throw on a person at once, Jack.” You couldn’t look at him, a little embarrassed by your outburst.

He walked directly infront of you slowly, a little hitch in his step as if just spent hours on a horse. A true cowboy. He brought his head down to the crook of your neck, letting his lips graze you a little before placing wet kisses there. “Come on, sugar. I give you the ride of your life.” You whimpered at the proposition and the feeling of his lips against you. Fuck you wanted this so bad. “There you go, baby. Why don’t you let me take you home, ok?”

You took a step back and slowly looked up at his eyes, taking in every square inch of his body on the way. Fuck he was so fine. As you looked into his eyes, you recognized the darkness of desire and greed and it soured you on more. You nodded and fumbled for your keys in your purse and dashed to your car, squeaking when he smacked your ass along the way.

—

The three minute drive home was relatively tame. Sure his hand was glued to your upper thigh, but it didn’t go any higher. His thumb rubbed in a repeated pattern against your skin and that small movement wound you up so tight that you were sure any other touching would make you cum instantly.

He kept his hands off you the whole walk up your porch and you were practically buzzing with anticipation. You opened the door to your home and let him go in so you could follow behind. You slammed your front door shut and soon you were all over him. You had your hands tugging at the fabric on his shoulders and you were giving him brazen kisses. Much to your disappointment he only touched you to push you away from him. To show your distaste you whined and gave him a pout, looking into his eyes. He brought his face down to yours and his eyes shifted between yours.

“Sorry, sugar. I just gotta make sure you want this,” he rasped, already out of breath from your attack. You started grumbling a protest but he wasn’t hearing any of it. “No, I’m serious. Give it some serious thinking ok? I’m quite a few years older than you, baby, don’t-”

“Jack,” you huffed, “fuck me.”

He chuckled at you and shook his head, amused by your desperatness. “Darlin’ whoever said I’d be fucking you?” Before you could basically beg him for his cock, he took you in his arms and started kissing you.

He was kissing you differently from how you were earlier. His mouth enveloped the expanse of yours in slow movements, no tugging, no biting, just strong kisses. Once he was satisfied with the feeling of your lips, he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and nudged your nose with his, queueing you to open up for him. Which you did happily. His hand moved to the base of head, tilting you back just slightly, enough for him to have complete dominance over you. He used his tongue to skillfully draw patterns against yours that made your head spin.

You pulled away from him to take a breath and look at his face. If anyone else looked at you with the same deep hunger he had in his eyes you’d think you were being hunted. But coming from his sweet, brown eyes, it sent a shiver down your spine and you were convinced he was the single thing in this life you needed. And you so badly wanted to show him that.

You pushed forward, aiming for the button on his pants, needing to feel his skin against yours, but he held you back, pinning your hands to your sides.

“Nuh uh, sugar, gotta make sure you taste as sweet as you look,” he rumbled, a man on a mission.

A blush washed over your face, not used to men just offering to eat you out. It’s only happened to you once, you had to beeg your boyfriend from two years ago to go down on you and even then he was only down there for a few minutes before getting bored and stopping. It was probably one of your most awkward sexual experiences and you weren’t really looking to repeat that with him.

“Are you sure?” your voice shook as you wanted him to clarify what he wanted.

“Of course sweetheart.” He tugged you towards him, running the tip of his nose along your neck. “Bet I could make you feel so, so good baby.”

“O-Okay,” you stuttered, a little over taken by the implication of his words. “Just wanna make sure you have a good time too is all.”

“Oh, sugar,” he chuckled, raising his lips to your ear. “I would be more than satisfied if you would let me bury my face in that sweet sunt of yours for hours.”

Fuck.

You whimpered and shakily exhailed, never having a partner like this before.

“Really?” Your voice is high pitched, practically overstimmulated by his hot breath, tongue, and words.

“Why don’t you let me take you back to your room and show you.”

You just nodded repeatedly, words escaping you, and kicked your shoes off at the door and grabbed his hand, dragging him to your room. He laughed at your eagerness, but followed you nonetheless and kicked his shoes off next to yours.

“Eager are we?” You just rolled your eyes and whispered for him to shut up, whipping your bedroom door open. You felt the weight of your clothes on you and decided it was too much, pulling your shirt off above your head. “Come here, sugar, let me help you with that.”

He grabbed your belt loops and tugged your hips against yours. He wasn’t making any moves to undress you quite yet. Instead he stood there, looking down at your body, taking you in. The intensity of his stare made your body heat up and you started to feel antsy, like you were about to explode.

“Fuck, if you ain’t a sight for sore eyes,” he muttered, eyes finally drifting back up to yours. “Lay down on the bed. Now.”

You giggled when he tapped your shoulder, nudging you towards the bed behind you. You crawled up the bed and turned around to lay on your back to see he’s already on top of you.

“Well, look who’s eager now,” you teased him.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it,” he said absentmindedly, more focused on how your body looked below his. He made a mental picture of the way your chest had risen and fell with each breath.

You were starting to get impatient and when you opened your mouth tell him to piss or get off the pot he yanked your bra down your torso, forcing it off your shoulders, letting it rest around your waist. The sound of his gutteral groan when he completely enveloped your breasts in his hands made you moan softly back at him.

“Softest fucking thing aren’t ya?” You nodded along, too enthralled by him to act coy and modest. The hairs of his mustache tickled your sternum when he started landing sloppy kisses over the expanse of your torso. He was jutting from place to place as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to kiss more.

Eventually they led down the middle of your stomach to the button of your black jeans. Your thighs tightened the closer he got to your center from anticipation. With a light hand he started undoing your jeans, lips not leaving you.

“Lift up for me, baby,” he whispered against your skin. “Atta girl,” after you did what he asked of you.

He rolled your pants and your underwear down your hips, down your legs, and eventually off of you. You couldn’t help the shyness that overcame you when you brought your legs together, pulling your knees up. He tutted his tongue, telling you not to hide from him. He brought his hands to your knees to separate them and get a good look at you.

“Fuck, look at you sugar.” He could see the glisten of your wetness seeping out of you and onto your thighs. “All from a little heavy petting, baby?”

“From you,” you whined, feeling somewhat exposed for your sensitivity to his presence alone.

“All from me, that’s right baby,” he growled. He rushed to bring his face down between your thighs to shoot a thick glod of spit on your cunt.

Your thighs shook in surprise and you moaned at the feeling of it. “Fuck, Jack.”

He brought his tongue from the very base of your whole to the top of your clit, and repeated that movement four or five times. You weren't counting. You were so deep in confused bliss. The feeling of his thick, hot tongue proding against your cunt felt so fucking good. This is not what it felt like last time at all.

“Taste so sweet for me sugar. Could stay down here for hours.” And with that he went right back to work, his tongue taking scoops of wetness out of you with a slurping noise. It sounded so perverted but god did it feel good. He was truly eating you out.

And fuck it felt so good. Each nip and suckle on your clit made your hips squirm and moans vibrated off the walls around you. He never came up for eair, just kept forcing his face as close to your cunt as he could.

He was a man so talented with his mouth that you were sure you could cum 10 times in five minutess if he tried hard enough. Soon you feel yourself getting closer and he could tell too by the way your legs began to shake and your hands clamped down on his hair, tugging at it. He groaned against you when your grip on him started to get rough and that sent you over the edge. Your abs started flexing in on themselves and thighs came around his head, holding him down against you.

When you came down from your high, Jack was still on you with just as much ferocity as before.

“‘S too much,” you whined at him, trying to push his head away from you. He smirked up at you in response and left a few more kitten licks before finally letting off.

“Sorry, darlin’. You just taste so damn good,” he growled before climbing ontop of you and attacking your neck with more kisses. “Could’ve been my last fuckin’ meal and I’d’ve died a happy man.”

You whimpered at his words and suddenly you didn’t feel close enough to him. You gripped at his shirt and tried to pull it up over his head but you weren’t very successful. He chuckled at your struggle and pulled his shirt off himself. While he did that you moved your hands down to his belt buckle, wanting every inch of him against every inch of you.

He moved your hands away and took over for you, telling you to not “worry your pretty head about a single thing”. You realized you still had your shirt on so you took that off, ready for him. Finally he was bare for you but you weren’t expecting the worried look on his face when he finally met your gaze.

“Alright sweetheart. I didn’t bring any condoms with me on this trip so… Maybe you have some or-”

“I got an IUD, please baby I need you. I’m clean I swear, just need to feel you,” you practically cried at him.

“Are you sure, sugar? Don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna do.”

“Please, Jack, it hurts I need you so bad,” you begged and boy did he like the sound of it.

“Aw you poor thinng, you need me that bad? This tight little cunt is thribbing for me ain’t it?”

“Yes, sir. Pleasepleaseplease.” Your voice was starting to choke up with how badly you needed him.

He ran the tip of his cock against your slit, getting the tip wet as he shushed you. “Don’t you worry about a thing, sugar, I’m gonna take good care of you.”

Finally, he started pressing himself into you and your pussy began to burn with the stretch of his big cock. You choked out a “so big” that sounded hazy coming back to your ears. It hurt a little but it felt so, so good feeling so full.

“Fuck, baby, feel so good. Taking me in so well. Doin’ so good for me,” he groaned at you.

“Neeed you to go faster, Jack, please baby.”

As if on command, his speed picked up extraordinarily fast and he gripped onto your hips so tight you were they would be bruised tomorrow. “Such a needy little cunt you have, huh baby? Needs me to fuck her nice ‘n fast.”

It felt like you had transcended to another planet, you were so overstimmulated with everything going on you couldn’t form any words. You just moaned and whimpered and gave him little “fuck”s and “mhm”s. You were already feeling so close and you just needed a little push to throw yourself over. As if hearing your thoughts oof how close you were, Jack’s hand shot down to your clit and he started rubbing tight circles on it.

“You close, sugar?” he said in a teasing voice. “Come on baby, I barely got in ya.” You whined, trying to paw his hand on your clit away or else you would be cumming way too soon. “It’s ok, sugar, let me feel you cum around my fuckin’ cock.”

Being the good listener you are, you gushed around him, vision fading as you moaned the loudest you ever had. He continued to fuck you and his hand on your clit didn’t stop. Your orgasm dragged out for what felt like hours and soon it started to feel like too much.

You dug your nails into his bicep and curled your fist around the wrist in between your legs, but he wouldn’t let up.

“Just one more for me, sugar. Fuck it felt so good, need to feel it again. Can you do that for me?” He was mumbling at this point. He just needed to feel you cum around him, the way your muscles tensed around him felt like absolute heaven. He was chasing your orgasm so he could have his.

“Fuck, I’m cumming. Fuck Jack I’m gonna-” Your tongue tied in your throat, unable to explain anymore.

“Yeah, sweetheart I feel it. Fuck you’re so good for me,” he groaned and maintained his pace. If he picked up anymore he would be spurting hot white streaks in you before you got to cum again.

It didn’t take two long however, a dozen more thrusts and you were clinging to his back as your orgasm overtook you. Jack’s hips stuttered and he started cumming his a groan. His grip got impossibly tight as he held you up against him, shoooting ropes of cum along your walls. He held you against him still for a couple of minutes, collapsing his torso against you in exhaustion, keeping his knees up to not crush you under his weight.

Finally he pulled his knees back a little, before rolling off of you, making you whimper, feeling so suddenly empty.

“Not bad for a Statesman Agent, huh?” he questioned retorically with a little chuckle.

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