#okay . well. completely smothered. hows that. i imagine i could just curl up on his dewlap cat style

[spaciebabie]

Describe in which way you'd want to be smothered by springtrap next time tehee🤭. i love to draw furry doodles as a break from big works

ALSO HERES OLD PIC OF MY KITTY. IN A BIGASS BASKET, i found this pic and thought of your catsona, im putting you in a giant basket

woah....aND HEEY WHAT?? MAKING ME DESCRIBE MY OWN TORTURE CHAMBER?? ARE YOU MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[p1nkcanoe]

pink i don’t know if your requests are open or if this is even something you’d be willing to write but i saw you drabble about the ghouls not being allowed to have sex on tour and having a sex party when they get back and it’s been stuck in my head since so do you think that maybe, MAYBE, you could write something about that. anything.

please and thank you pink. it’s okay if not just thought it could be something. thank you again<3

-- of course i can do that

“You wanna be in there, don’t you? You wanna be like them?” 

Dew whimpers around Aether’s cock deep in the back of his mouth. His lips feel so impossibly stretched around him, it’s something he’ll have to get used to again after being away for so long. He struggles to look up through teary eyes and a groan tears from his throat when he meets heavy lidded ones and takes a hard thrust to the back of his throat. “Keep trying to prove it–show me that you deserve to be fucked like one of the girls and maybe I’ll consider it.” Despite the tears in his eyes and how violently he chokes, Dew swallows him down and gives the Quintessence ghoul his all–shows him how much he misses him so maybe, maybe, he’ll fuck him in the circle where the ghoulettes are all currently getting fucked within an inch of their lives and not hidden away in the corner where he can only imagine why they’re all moaning and growling the way they are. 

Mountain’s got Sunshine bent over the back of the couch. Her claws dig deep into the canvas covers a sibling had placed over the furniture for this very reason. She’s thrown forward against the cover with every thrust. There will be a rash on her chest come morning from the rubbing, but for now she doesn’t care. She’s only had Aether to satisfy the burning in her core for months, and don’t get her wrong, Aether’s dick is great, but Mountain’s so deep she can feel him in her stomach and the grip he has on her hips is so strong it’s clear he’s more than missed her. She’ll have to be carried to bed once he’s finished with her. 

When Rain had initially grabbed Cumulus by a thick chunk of her hair, he’d steered her down to the floor, undressed her less than ideally by practically ripping through cotton with his fangs. He’d licked her out, devoured her with his mouth until her legs shook and she closed her thighs around his ears, and when he’d completely soaked through his pants he’d ripped those off, too. Now he’s got the air ghoulette on her back against the worn common room carpet. He thrusts lazily in and out of her warm body, much too slow and listless to get anywhere, preoccupied by a much younger ghoul’s tongue in his mouth. He grips the young quintessence ghoul by his jaw, holds him close and strong to press their mouths together. They’ve given up on kissing, settled for sucking each others’ tongue and memorizing the ridges of their teeth and fangs. Swapping spit and breathy little moans. Cumulus and Aurora on the other hand, haven’t been reduced to such careless actions. They do their best to keep a rhythm while simultaneously getting fucked by their respective, well-endowed ghouls. Cumulus holds herself up by her elbows, hovering over the other ghoulette with a sex-drunk smile on her swollen lips. Aurora begs her to smother her in her titties, Cumulus promises her she will after a few more minutes and a lot more kisses. The smaller ghoulette pulls her in again. They become hidden by a curtain of white curls. 

Cirrus and Swiss are having a battle for dominance on the kitchen table. It’ll have to be scrubbed five times over when they’re done, perhaps sanded down and refinished… They wrestle with teeth and tongue and claws, tearing at clothes until they fall to the floor and grabbing at skin until it’s blooming with hickey or bruise. They work quickly, ridding eachother of their clothes until they’re bare and pressing warm bodies together until they become a tangle of limbs. The noises coming from that corner of the room are animalistic, feral and desperate for a long overdue release, much different from everyone else. Swiss has pinned the ghoulette on her back for the time being. He holds her wrists above her head with all of his weight. If it hurts she doesn’t show her pain at all. He thrusts hard, slams their hips together and makes the wood creak, and Cirrus feebly tries to pull her wrists free. She won’t be able to push him away like this, but she’s got her legs wrapped around his waist. One swing and the massive ghoul will lose his balance, teeter on the edge of the table, and will ultimately face the decision to fall alone or bring the ghoulette down with him… For now she lets him fuck her, any second she could change her mind and the tables will turn. Literally. 

They have hours to go until anyone is sated..

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I.R.L.📷1

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight stalking, masturbation, naughty talk.

This is dark!(camboy!)Andy Barber. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your guilty pleasures becomes and all too real terror.

Note: I split this into two because it kept stretching on and on ahah. But I hope you’re ready for a creepy ass camboy.

Thank you so much for your patience! And support!!

As always, if you are so inclined, please like, reblog, and comment. <3

You could blame your break-up or the pandemic but you were just lonely. Besides, Cam left you a year ago and the quarantine was long over. It seemed the whole word had moved on except you.

You always got that fluttery feeling when you opened up the tab and typed in the address. You keyed in your username and password and that moment of shame and guilt quickly passed. Men did this all the time so what was the big deal? You had the money and time to waste on the shallow release.

You scrolled through the active rooms and found ‘SuitNTie80’. There were a few times you tried other rooms but you quickly left, always keeping to your comfort zone, not that you were ever very comfortable. There was that shadow of guilt that lingered after but you learned to live with it.

You sat up and leaned on your arm as you watched the window load and the chat popped up first on the side. You were desensitized to the image of the naked body, the large hand around the thick shaft, stroking and teasing as he issued intoxicating groans. You piled your pillows behind you and bent your legs as you watched lazily.

You were mostly quiet but you were there at least twice a week. You didn’t have much to say in the text box and the thought of a private voice chat was too intimidating for the price. You sent your donations and went on your way once you got yours.

You tickled your leg as your eyes clung to the hair along his muscled chest and stomach, his thick thighs bent and bulging as he gripped his dick firmly. He was huge, not that you were ever a size queen, but it was a nice escape, a careless fantasy. It wasn’t hurting anyone to look.

You hummed and reached for your vibe. You leaned back and teased your clit. You got wetter as he moved around and the bold yellow font popped up in the chat box. You hit ‘pay’ and bypassed the tier. The chat dwindled and the muscular body laid back so that his dick stood straight. He continued to play with himself as he pushed his head into the pillow.

You grabbed your dildo and angled it down along your folds. You poked and prodded until you slipped inside just a little. You pulled back and pushed back in until you could take most of it, the vibe still buzzing against your bud.

Another paywall popped up and again you hit the big button and confirmed. You kept the transactions on your credit card and didn’t think much until the statement showed up. Again, the audience dwindled. It was Wednesday, there weren’t as many as the weekends.

You got comfortable again and pumped the toy as you rubbed the stimulator against your clit. You bit your lip and whined, close. The deep voice stopped you.

“Looks like it's just you,” he said as he sat on the edge of the bed and kept his hand moving.

You typed a hey into the chat and sent another tip. He smiled, only the bottom half of his face visible, the trimmed beard defined his already sharp jaw. You fell back again as you tried to focus on his hand.

“You’re here a lot, honey,” he purred and rasped as he rolled his palm around his tip, “every week…”

You froze and sat up stiffly, careful not to push the toy deeper.

“You don’t have to be shy,” he cooed, “we can go into a private room.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just wanted to cum and lay down. Forget about another long day back in the office.

“No charge,” he offered, “I’d just like to hear your voice.”

Your fingers tapped noisily over the whir of the toy, ‘why?’

“You’re my most loyal customer,” he slowed his hand, “just curious.”

You just sat there, your heart pounding. You liked not being seen, just watching quietly, just being there in the audience. You were embarrassed he even noticed the frequency of your attendance. You eased the toy out of you as you leaned an arm on your leg. You hovered the cursor over the leave icon.

The invited for a private room popped up and kept you from clicking, “just a few minutes, honey, I’m almost done and I wanna help you finish.”

You bit the inside of your lip and dragged your finger down the trackpad. You hit ‘accept’ and a pop-out window buffered as it requested access to your microphone. You could mute once you were in. You confirmed and the private room loaded. You maximized it and drew your hand back sharply, already regretting the decision.

“How are you doing, honey?” he asked, “anyway you want me?”

You stared at the screen, overwhelmed by the spontaneity and your natural shyness.

“I hear your toy,” he said softly, “why don’t you tell me what you’re playing with?”

You gulped and the mattress spring squeaked as you shifted, “um, I’m okay,” you answered his first question, “how are you?”

“I’m great,” he pushed the camera back and sat so that you could see all of him, “it’s nice to hear the voice behind the name.” His teeth grazed his lip as his muscles tensed and he groaned, “so what do we got, hmm?”

“Er,” you looked down, the toy buzzing against your thigh as you’d let it slip thoughtlessly, “a vibe and... “

“And…” he coaxed, “what else, honey?”

“Um, a dildo?” you said weakly, “erm, yeah.”

“Is it inside you?” he asked.

You choked and tried to smother it. You sniffed and clicked off the toy. “Sorry, I don’t think--”

“I want it inside you, now,” he said firmly as he stroked himself, “I want you to imagine it’s me, that i’m stretching you.”

You gaped at the screen as he watched you expectantly, almost as if he could see you. You always kept your camera covered though so at least he could only hear how clueless you were.

“Turn the vibe back on and put that dick inside of you,” he snarled, “come on, honey, for me.”

“I…” you breathed, “okay…”

You shakily hit the button so it vibed again. You asked yourself what you were doing as you slipped it down against your clit and pushed the dildo into you before it could slip out completely. You squeaked and he growled as his hand sped up.

“Mmm, is it in?” he asked, “all of it?”

“Y-yeah,” you murmured, “as much as… I can.”

You cringed at your own answer and he grinned.

“Oh, you’re tight?” he teased, “sounds like you need to be broken in.” You let out a breath as you sat unmoving, filled but paralysed by the intimacy of the chat, “go on, I wanna hear you, honey. I can’t finish if I can’t hear you.”

You hesitated but laid back against the mountain of pillows. You rolled the vibe flat to your clit and moved the dildo slowly. You quivered as the ripples flowed through you and made your toes curl, your legs splayed wide around your laptop. You can hear how wet you are as instinctively you move the toy faster and moan.

“That’s it, honey,” he cooed, “listen to you, hmm? So we for me…” his voice was a series of gasps as he added lube to his length and sped up, “how close are you?”

“C-close,” you rasped.

“Good, good,” his knuckles turned white as he worked his hand even faster, “I want you to picture me… balls deep… fucking you until your hips hurt… until you can’t walk…”

You let out a pathetic mewl as you fucked yourself harder with the toy, to the point of pain.

“What’s you’re favourite position, honey?” he asked as he used both hands on himself.

“Oh, uh…” you shuddered as you thought, trying to keep the toys in action, “doggy… I think.”

“Mmm, wouldn’t you like me behind you, pounding into that tight little cunt,” he puffed, “I can only imagine how tight you’d squeeze me… the way you’d shake… you think you could take it? Hmm?”

“Y… y… yes,” your voice fizzled out and you let out a strained cry as you came abruptly.

You panted wildly and turned onto your side as you squeezed both toys between your legs and groaned. A grunt brought your attention back to the screen as you twitched. The man cradled his sack as he came and strings spilled from his tip as his voice rumbled from the speakers. He smeared his cum all down his length until he was a mess and let his shoulders fall as he stilled his hand.

“Was that good, honey?” he asked as he looked into the camera.

“Mhmm,” you uttered as you sat up and slid the dildo out, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” he stood and came closer to the camera, bending so that you could see his face clearly, he was startlingly handsome, “can we do it again?”

“I… don’t know,” you replied as you turned off the vibe and covered yourself as if he could see you, “maybe.”

“You did really well, sweetie,” he smiled, “and I really like your voice.”

“I…” you sniffed and swallowed as you glanced around your dark bedroom. Is this what you’d come to? “I gotta go.”

You hit ‘leave’ and immediately felt awful. As much for leaving him hanging as even indulging in the chat. You rubbed your temples and bent your fingers against your skull as you gripped your head. How sad could your existence be?

📷

The disconnect icon came up and Andy sighed. He closed down the chat and logged out. He sat and cleaned himself, gently as he was overly sensitive from over an hour of stimulation. He enjoyed his little sessions and he made a decent penny, not that he really needed the money. It was more the high than the dollar sign.

He pulled on a loose pair of silk pajama pants and the fabric tickled his tip cloyingly. He closed the lid of his laptop and tidied the room, stripping the bed and putting the plain cotton sheets back on. He sat heavily to catch his breath and leaned back on the heels of his hands.

He always saw her username in the chat when she entered and tipped but she never said anything. He didn’t think much of it, she was just another regular. LacyLilac; it was a cute name. He was just bored and wanted to try something new. It was fun and thrilling and just the sound of her wet cunt made him twitch.

He kept thinking about her voice. He was disappointed she left so quickly. He would’ve liked to talk a little longer but it was just a porn chat after all. What more did they have to say to each other?

He tried to match her voice to a face in his head. She was probably cute; she sounded young. Well, lots of people were younger than him. He was probably one of the oldest cammers on the site. 

She was shy though and he liked that. He’d married the outspoken one and he was over it. That turned to shit fast and look where it got him. Alone and pimping himself out for kicks. Yeah, it was fun at first, he liked being watched, it was always a game for him. He used to play with himself at his desk in his office, sometimes the interns caught him but they never said anything. They were too afraid.

That was all gone too. That life was behind him, so far it almost felt like it never happened. He wished it never had; wished he hadn’t wasted the time.

He stood and sighed. He took his laptop from the table and slipped it under his arm. He went downstairs and opened it on the counter. He let the screen saver bounce as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He popped the cap off with the edge of the granite and watched the little wisp of mist rise from the neck.

He tapped on the pad and scrolled through his activity log. He found her name and clicked on it. Her profile was mostly empty except for the profile pic, a stock photo of lilacs. He got nothing from scrolling up and down the blank fields. Well, he knew a few tricks the cops passed onto him back in the day.

He opened another tab and quickly generated the link. He went back to her profile and clicked the little speech bubble beside her username. He took a moment before he began to type.

‘Hey, honey, I had fun. I hope to see you again on Friday <3. My schedule’s changing soon, you can see it here.’ He attached the link and hit send. He took a swig of the hoppy beer and leaned an elbow on the counter. 

All she had to do was click that link, if she didn’t, he’d have to figure something else out. Or maybe just give up.

The computer chirped as a green dot appeared beside her name. She was online. He saw the little eye beside his message and the dots as she typed. She stopped and he waited. Nothing.

He clicked back to the other window and opened up the visitation log for the link. He smiled and took another deep gulp. She’d done it. She tried to use the link and now he could see everything; her IP, her location, her internet provider. It was just enough to work with.

Bing. He switched back over to the chat and finally her response hung beneath his in a bubble.

‘Thx. I’ll try. The link doesn’t work tho.’

He typed with one hand as he finished his beer in sips, ‘sorry, honey. I’ll fix that and send an updated link when I get a chance. Have a good night <3.’

‘Good night,’ she responded and the green dot disappeared.

He set aside his empty bottle and closed the laptop. He was hard again. It didn’t usually happen so soon after a session. It was why he spaced them out. But he was throbbing so violently that just standing straight made him groan.

He gripped the counter and shoved his hand down his pants. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he quaked at his own touch. He thought of her little ‘ums’ and ‘ers’ and the buzz of her toy. Such a shy little thing acting so innocent and yet she was always there, watching him. 

Fuck, it wouldn’t take much more. Not as he thought of how she couldn’t even fit the whole toy in her sweet cunt. He would help her with that. 

📷

The anomaly soon grew to a habit. The second meeting was just as awkward. You didn’t do private chats, it was just easier to fade into the background, but the third was easier. Despite how your nerves flurried and your hair stood on edge, he made you feel comfortable, made you relax as you neared the tipping point.

That night, you promised him you’d be in the chat but things always went to shit when you had plans. You were almost relieved as your after hours activities were starting to get in the way of your work. You found it hard to focus when he kept sending you messages that filled your burner email.

You sat before the blue-tinted hue of the monitor, your eyes watering as the colours seared into your retinas. The spreadsheet left a template in your vision and you saw the little boxes even as you leaned back and rubbed your eyes. Maybe another hour and you could go and forget about the colour-coded rectangles.

You sighed and took out your phone. You looked out at the pen of cubicles, your small office forgotten in the corner. You handled the numbers and those only mattered when someone needed a new chair or the holiday party was coming near, and those tasks were easier left to the interns.

You yawned and swiveled back and forth in your chair. The little envelope floated in the margin. You dragged down the status bar and hit the icon. Your inbox was filled with alerts to new messages on the chat site. You only had your shell email account attached to your phone and kept to incognito mode on your laptop.

Only Lucy was still around and she was having a loud phone call on speaker a few offices down. She basically lived at her desk and served as a harbinger of your future. You opened a private window and signed in. You went to your profile and checked the blinking message box.

‘Hey, starting soon.’

‘On live now!’

‘Where are you, honey?’

‘About to go private.’

The last message was a sad-looking emoji and you shook your head. This was why you needed to stop. It felt special at first to be noticed, to feel wanted even if you were just a money sign, but it was growing exhausting. You hardly even enjoyed it anymore, you were just there to get off and get it over with.

‘Srry, caught up at work. Not going to make it tn.’

You hit send and blacked out your phone. You went back to the lifeless excel columns and compared it with the garbled mess corrupted on the second monitor. You told Stuart over and over to eject it properly and didn’t understand how the file hadn’t been uploaded to the company cloud. You shuffled through your papers and shrugged it off. No use being angry, no one cared.

Your phone vibed again. You ignored it and kept typing, looking through reports by the month as you keyed in numbers. A year's worth of tracking all down the drain. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Your phone wouldn’t stop.

You opened up your phone and went back to the private window. ‘You couldn’t tell me earlier?’ ‘Hello?’ ‘What did I do, honey?’

The messages came close together and you looked over at the log. His chat had gone inactive; it was early. You were slightly addled and confused by that.

‘It’s work. I haven’t had a chance. Can’t talk. Logging off. See you Friday.’ You hit the arrow and excited the window. 

You dropped your phone face down and hung your head back in exasperation. Your guilty pleasure was becoming a second job. The guy had enough viewers, he could hardly be missing your wallet that much. It was starting to get weird and you weren’t so sure you were going to tune in that Friday, you might be better off to catch up on your sleep.

📷

You kept your laptop off on Friday and opted instead to catch up the latest episodes of your favourite trash tv. The week was long enough to have you dozing off by the second episode and you woke early on Saturday, feeling more groggy than refreshed. Even so, you had two days to yourself.

Two days to catch up with your personal life. You went to the kitchen and used the last of the coffee. And the cream. Time for a shop. Well, you could still make a fun day out of it. There was a café in the same plaza as the grocery store so you could stop in and pretend like you were enjoying your time off with whatever specialty flavour they offered that day.

You didn’t get out before noon as you dragged your feet. Your mind kept drifting to your claustrophobic office and the migraine-inducing spreadsheets. You tried not to, fought your own mind as you steered into the parking lot, but you knew you had another week of bullshit awaiting you.

You grabbed a cart and made your rounds of the aisles, sighing as you waited on octogenarians to decide on a grain of bread. You hurried to check-out before you could get caught behind another dawdler and paid, piling your goods in your cart impatiently. You rolled out the lot and filled your trunk, pushing the cart back to the receptacle with the rest.

You hit the lock button on your keys and headed to the cafe. You eyed the strawberry and cream latte on the board as you stood in line. A deep voice drew your attention from the menu and your heart stuttered as you looked at the man at the till. It couldn’t be.

You got a better look at his face as he eyed the desserts in the glass case and pointed to the one he wanted. How in the fuck? The world couldn’t be that small. You tucked your chin down as your cheeks burned. You could only think about the image of him, or really his more intimate parts, and his low moans.

He swiped his card and moved along the counter. You stood frozen, not moving until the person behind you told you it was your turn. You apologized and moved up to the till. You stammered out your order and fumbled with your wallet, keeping your head down as you paid.

You kept your distance as you moved to wait in the corner until your turn at the window was called. You stared at the floor and tried to dissipate into the air as you pondered just leaving without your drink. When your name rang in your ears, you stepped up without look and collided with another.

“Oh, sorry,” the familiar voice made your eyes round, “shoot.”

You winced and pulled your shirt away from your chest as the hot coffee seeped down your front. You shook out the fabric and shook your head.

“It’s fine, I-- I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you dared to look up at him, unsurprised by your luck, “I hope I didn’t, er, spill too much.”

“I’m more worried about burning you,” he said, “you sure you’re alright?”

“Fine,” you repeated curtly and stepped around him, “really.”

You grabbed the paper cup and spilled even more hot liquid onto your fingers in your urgency. When you turned back the man was just ahead of you and he waited as he held the door for you. You ducked your head down as you passed him and thanked him with a mumble.

“No problem,” he said as he dropped the door.

You stepped off the curb and almost tripped. You didn’t look back as you rushed over to your car and searched for your keys in your pockets. You hit the button and quickly opened the door and flopped into the seat, placing your cup in the holder as more foam and espresso spilled from under the lid.

You hung your head back and sighed. You cringed and wanted to scream. You gripped the steering wheel and shook the whole car in your tantrum. As if your life couldn’t get worse. You were just one disaster after the other.

You wiped your hand on your jeans and started the car. Oh well, a forgettable slip-up. You wouldn’t remember it next week and he likely wouldn’t either. He didn’t even know who you were. Didn’t know you were one of the perverts watching him on their screen as they sat in the dark, lonely and desperate.

You pulled out of your spot and steered between the rows as you neared the exit. Fuck, you thought to yourself, you probably paid for that coffee. Ugh, why were you doing this to yourself? Making yourself feel worse and for what? He put himself on the internet, you were just supporting him.

“Just shut up,” you said to your inner voice as you turned out into traffic, “just stop.”

[traekenimagines]

Hunting Season, Part Seventeen: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: Hii, could you do a smut in which the reader is letting theo stay in her guest room instead of in his truck? and one day it’s really cold and stormy, so she goes to give theo extra blankets to keep warm and she walks in on him masturbating. Can you make it so that Theo is really flirty please? About my request, i really don’t mind what you write it as. Whatever you feel the most inspired by<3

So, I decided to make this Part Seventeen. Smut below the cut, as I’m sure you guys know by now. Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

“Are you sure about this, Y/N? I don’t mind staying in the truck, really.” Theo looked over at Y/N, who was being way too nice to him. She had offered to let him stay in her guest room after finding him sleeping in his car, and as he looked at her now, he realised that she had no ultimatum, no ulterior motive.

She was just being nice to him when he really didn’t deserve it.

God, he had never wanted her more.

The truth was he had spent many nights thinking about her in various positions, doing various things to him. In his dreams, he did equally filthy things back to her, wanting to make her scream his name, wanting to make her feel pleasure like she never had before.

“It’s fine, honestly.” The two turned to face the window as thunder rumbled outside. “You’ll be better off in here.”

“Okay, well, thanks.”

She smiled at him, and left Theo alone in the guest room. He pulled off his clothes, and instead put on the spare pyjama pants that she had left him, before climbing into bed. There was no point trying to sleep, not with the noise of the storm outside, so he tried to think of other things to do.

His mind wandered, as it so often did, to Y/N. Theo was conscious of an ache in his groin, of the hardening of his cock as he realised that she was only in the room next to him, that as she changed into her pyjamas, she would be naked.

He couldn’t help it when his hand wrapped around his cock and started pumping. He pictured her face as he did so, pictured her bent over the dresser in front of the bed, pictured fucking her. His movements sped up as his imaginary self mirrored his actions. He was almost there, so close to –

“Hey, so it’s got cold, and I thought – ”

Y/N dropped the extra blankets she was carrying as she looked at Theo, his hand wrapped around his cock. He expected her to say something, or just run out of the room. She did nothing, instead her bottom lip sliding between her teeth as her gaze lingered on him.

He could smell her arousal, was almost suffocated by it, and he couldn’t help but take advantage of that. She wanted him, that much was obvious, and with that pressure building in his stomach, the desire that smothered him, Theo decided to flirt, a wicked smile on his face. “Like what you see?” He moved his hand slowly up and down his cock, toying with her. “You know, Y/N, you could have this if you wanted to. It’s you I’ve been thinking of.”

She didn’t move, and Theo was pretty sure she had never been in a situation like this before. So, he decided to make it easier for her. He took of his pyjama pants, exposing himself fully, and climbed off the bed, over to her. “Come on, princess. Can’t you see how much I need you?”

He nudged his cock against her leg, grabbing the waistband of her own pants. She had no underwear on, which would make this ten times easier. He bit down on her earlobe softly, listening to her heartbeat accelerate. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” Theo slipped his fingers under her waistband, skirting around her core. “You’re so wet.” He kissed her neck. “And I think that it’s all for me.” He smirked against her skin before slipping two fingers inside of her. She whimpered as he did so. “Good girl.”

He moved his fingers in and out of her slowly at first, letting her set the pace of how this was going to go. “That okay?”

And then Y/N did something he wasn’t quite expecting.

She grabbed his cock, and Theo groaned. God, the feel of her hand against him was better than anything he could have conjured up in his dreams. She didn’t start slow in her movements, instead going hard and fast as she pumped him. He matched her speed as he fucked her with his fingers, satisfied when he curled his fingers inside of her and she came over them.

He was quick to follow in his release, and as he looked at Y/N, he noticed how she was wearing a devilish grin. He removed his fingers from her, letting her undress completely. There was a change in her demeanour; gone was the nice girl who had kept him sheltered from the storm, replaced by one who wanted nothing more than to fuck him.

He was never one to deny a lady what she wanted, especially when she finally spoke, when if it was as if she had read his mind. “You’re going to fuck me, Theo Raeken, and you’re going to do it until I tell you to stop.” Theo watched in amazement, his cock already hard again, as she walked over to the dresser at the end of the bed, and bent over it. “Are you coming or not?”

Oh he would be coming, he was sure of that. 

In a few strides, Theo was positioned at Y/N’s entrance, his hand on the back of her neck. His first thought was to enter her slowly, but judging by her sudden change in behaviour, her lust for him, he knew that wasn’t what she wanted.

It wasn’t what he wanted either.

Obscenities spewed from Y/N’s mouth as Theo slammed into her over and over again. She begged for him to fuck her, to bury himself deep, to go faster and harder. He obliged, burying himself to the hilt, telling her just how fucking good she felt around his cock, just how tight, how wet she was, just how much he had been wanting this.

Theo usually hated being the person to reach release first, but with Y/N he couldn’t help himself. He pulled out at the right moment, the product of his release falling onto Y/N’s back as he growled. Panting, he watched as Y/N turned around, lifting herself onto the dresser, eyes on his dripping cock.

He needed her to come too, needed her to feel what he had felt, needed her to know that he was the one who had made her come undone. He crouched down, spreading her thighs apart with a violent force.

She pulled at his hair as he licked up her centre. She whined as he feasted on her like he had been starved.

She couldn’t contain her screams when finally she came, Theo licking up every last drop of her.

He stood, ready to grab some towels, ready to clean the both of them up when Y/N grabbed his arm. He looked at her, looked at the fury in her expression, the desperation for him, and it was then that he remembered he was under orders.

She hadn’t told him to stop yet.

And as he entered her again, he realised that he had no intention of doing such a thing. 

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[burberryharold]

Our Little Miracle

Hello, lovely people! This is a little piece that I just wrote on a whim for @tbslenthusiast​‘s dadathon! (I’m a little late forgive me) I was feeling really soft and thinking about dad!h and inspiration hit, so here are 3k words of baby Mila and dad!h stealing our hearts. I still have one more dad!h piece in the works but that will be up later on (uni is currently killing me)

Warnings: allusions to infertility

“Oh where is my sweet Mila?” 

“Mumma! Mumma!”

With your hands covering your eyes, you move your head around pretending to look for her. You can see her toothy smile through the small gaps between your fingers, her eyes shining brightly under the kitchen lights. 

You’ve just fed your daughter her dinner and now you were playing with her, never getting enough of her sweet giggles and pretty smile. After trying for so long, you and Harry were finally blessed with your angel’s arrival almost a year ago. Despite all of the pain and heartbreak you and your husband went through after many failed attempts, it was all worth it when you saw those two pink lines. It was a day you would never forget; the day everything changed. 

Your eyes were fixated on the item that has mocked you many times before, making you wait for it on your lowest days before it shattered your hopes bit by bit every time until you had almost given up. You couldn’t count the times you’ve spent silently crying and shaking in your husband’s arms while he held you, whispering comforting words in your ears with a wavering voice. “We’ll be alright. One day we’ll get our little miracle.” 

As you stood in the bathroom, your arms wrapped around yourself, you prayed and prayed that this time was it, because you weren’t sure you could handle anymore heartache. 

Growing anxious, you glanced at your phone and saw there was a minute and a half left and you decided you couldn’t bear waiting in the bathroom like this. “I need water,” you whisper to yourself, willing your body to move out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen. Your legs moved in a slow manner to the kitchen island where a pitcher of water was sitting. A small smile tugged at your lips as you remembered your husband. 

“I don’t understand how you prefer warm water,” he would always tease you, scrunching his face at you as you drank your water, “cold water tastes much better.” 

“You know it runs in the family,” you would always say after rolling your eyes at him. Then he would tug you closer and peck your nose, whispering “Just teasin’” with a soft smile. 

As you drank, the water soothed your dry throat and you momentarily forgot about what was waiting for you upstairs. You sat the empty glass down and breathed out a deep sigh, shutting your eyes and praying again. All you wanted was to be a mother and give Harry the kids you’ve always dreamed of having, and you were frustrated at your body for constantly disappointing you. 

“Not this time, this is it,” you whispered to yourself as you made your way back up, feeling strangely optimistic. Something was telling you this time would be different. 

The bathroom seemed daunting and scary as you stepped in, your eyes not daring yet to glance at the counter. The sound of your heartbeat was ringing in your ears, it was all you could hear, and your hands were shaking. 

Taking in another deep breath, you finally grabbed one of the blue sticks and willed yourself to look at the results. 

Suddenly the world was silent. 

Tears quickly welled up in your eyes as you blinked multiple times, trying to figure out if your mind was playing tricks on you or if this was reality. 

You quickly grabbed another stick and felt a sob burst out of you, your body sliding down and setting on the cool bathroom tiles. 

Two lines. 

You couldn’t believe it. This was everything you wanted. 

Letting out a relieved breath, you reached up to the counter and frantically looked for your phone, knowing that you had to call him. 

“Hey, my love-”

You quickly interrupt your husband, too impatient to let him finish speaking. “H, you need to come home.” 

Mistaking the quiver in your voice for distress, your husband’s tone immediately changed into a worried one, “Love, are you okay? What’s happening?”. You could hear some shuffling and whispers in the background, indicating that he was already on the move. 

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you tried to reassure him, but you couldn’t stop your body from shaking, this time for a completely different reason. “Just please come home.” 

A sigh of relief sounded from the other side of the line. “Thank God. I’m already in the car, hold on for me, okay, darling?” 

In the twenty minutes you waited for him, your mind was racing with the thoughts of your baby. You thought about your bump growing bigger and bigger as the months go by. You thought of how Harry would definitely sing your baby to sleep every single night, even if they couldn’t hear him. You thought of how you and Harry would fiercely love and protect this little angel till the day you die. 

Your ears suddenly perked up at the sound of the door opening. You hadn’t moved from your position on the bathroom floor, your back leaning against the wall when you heard him call out your name from downstairs.

It didn’t take him long to find you in the bathroom and you were immediately engulfed in his embrace. The familiar scent of his perfume comforted you as his arms tightened around you and you breathed him in, more tears rushing down your cheeks. 

After placing a kiss to the side of your head, Harry pulled back to get a clear look at your face. “What’s going on, lovie?” he whispered, thumps gently caressing your tear-stained cheeks. 

It was only when you glanced down at your hands that he noticed what you were holding. You felt him stiffen for a second before his gaze shifted back to you, then down to your hands again. 

His eyes widen when he sees the two pink lines. 

“You… A-are we…” 

Harry couldn’t seem to get the words out as he continued looking at you, waiting for a response that would confirm that he wasn’t imagining this. 

A smile made its way onto your lips and you merely nodded before you felt his warm hands grab your face and pull you closer, whispering against your lips in disbelief. “We’re gonna be parents.” 

Your hands reached up to hold his wrists, reassuringly squeezing him, “We’re gonna be parents, H,” you managed to choke out, “we still need to do a blood test to be sure but they’re all positive.” 

Salty kisses were shared as you two held each tightly in the bathroom crying tears of happiness. 

“We’re having a baby.” 

You heard her giggle once again as you turned your head around again. “Oh where are you, Mila?” 

“Mumma!” her tiny hands grabbed at you and you finally dropped your hands down, looking at her with wide eyes. 

“There she is! My sweet angel Mila!” 

She squealed in delight as you pulled her out of her high chair and closer to you, arms flapping around as she tried to escape your tickles. You pulled her back to look at her and a wide dimpled smile adorned her cheeks. You were so happy that she got Harry’s dimples and you almost cried when she laughed for the first time. 

Mila was the perfect mixture of you and Harry. A gorgeous set of chocolate curls rested atop her head matching Harry’s and, while she got his dimples, she got your eyes and nose. As far as you were concerned, she was the most perfect child you’ve ever seen, and your husband agreed. 

Her chubby cheeks were tinted pink from laughing so hard and you decided to stop tickling her, opting to give her soft kisses instead. 

“Wanna go wait for daddy in the living room?” You ask her as you gently sway her in your arms, despite knowing that she can’t really understand you just yet. 

Mila’s eyes lit up at the mention of her father and she instantly yelled “Dada” and thrashed in your arms in excitement. You laughed at her cuteness and tightened your grip, “Okay, baby, let’s go then, Dada should be here any minute now.”

You couldn’t help but remember the first time she called him Dada. 

The three of you were in the kitchen. Harry was cooking dinner that night and you were holding Mila in your arms, making silly faces at her to hear her sweet laugh. 

The two of you were in your own little world as Harry moved around, the sound of pots clinging sounding like white noise in the background. 

“Ahhh boo!” 

Mila’s body shook with another laugh, her dimples popping out and you wondered how your heart hasn’t burst from all the love you felt at that moment. Until now, you still couldn’t believe that she really was in your arms and not a figment of your imagination. 

“Oi! I’m feeling left out here, stop neglecting me.” 

Harry stood with his hands over his hips and a pout on his pink lips. He was wearing a pink apron that said “World’s Best Dad” and you thought he never looked cuter. 

Shaking your head at your husband, you turned to Mila and talked in your baby voice. “Oh we’re so sorry, dada, we were just having fun.” 

You and Harry were not prepared for what happened next. 

“Dada! Dada!” 

Mila smiled and looked at them, not realising the impact of her words. 

“Did she just call me dada?” 

You turned to Harry with wide eyes and you laughed. “She did. Oh my God, she did!” 

Harry abandoned whatever he was doing and stood beside you, one of his arms wrapping around Mila. “Say it again, Mils. Say dada.”

You didn’t need to look into Harry’s eyes to know that he was tearing up, his shaky voice giving him away. Mila had only been able to say “Mumma”, which bummed Harry because he wanted to hear his angel call on him. 

Mila did not disappoint her father, yelling out “Dada!” and giggling, making Harry hold her close to his chest and smother her with kisses. 

Smiling at the memory, you made your way to the living room. You spot Mila’s favourite toy on the floor and bend down to pick it before you settle on the couch, with Mila sitting beside you. She blabbers on as she plays with her toy and you nod your head with a smile, pretending that you perfectly understand what she’s saying. 

Mila’s head suddenly turned at the sound of keys jingling, a tell-tale sign that her father was home. You watched as she squealed and loudly repeated “Dada”, your heart warming at the scene and you knew Harry was standing behind the door with a wide smile on his face upon hearing his little angel’s voice. 

“Oh, careful there, lovie,” you laugh and reach out to hold her when she started to bounce in excitement, edging closer to the edge of the couch. “Dada’s coming.” 

Second later and you were faced with your husband’s bright grin as he closed the door behind him. He was dressed in a pair of light wash jeans and a black hoodie, his feet clad in the same pair of white, now darker, Vans that he insists on wearing all of the time. You can tell he had a long day from how dishevelled his hair was, loose curls dancing around his forehead, but his eyes were still as bright as ever. 

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Even after years of being together, your heart still soars at the sight of him and love rushes through your veins, taking you back to the time when you first started dating and you realised quickly that he was the only one you could ever be with. 

Your love for each other never dwindled, only growing stronger as time goes by and you constantly thank your lucky stars for the life you have. A life full of love. 

Standing up with Mila in your arms, you move closer to Harry and he greets you by wrapping his arms around the both of you, just like he does every time he gets home. 

“How are my favourite girls doing?” Harry asks in a gentle tone, his eyes full of love at the sight of you two. 

“Dada!” Mila grabbed and pulled at his hair, causing Harry to wince for a second before he laughed and took her into his arms. “Missed me then, huh?” He peppers multiple kisses around her face, causing Mila to giggle once more and you can’t help but smile at the two loves of your life.

Placing a final kiss on her forehead, Harry turned to you with a teasing smile, Mila still pulling at his hair. “And you? Have you missed me too?”

I always miss you when you’re not around, you thought to yourself, but instead you jokingly shrug, letting out a “Meh, I guess.” 

His jaw dropped in mock offense, but you can see the playful glint in his eyes. “Did you hear that, Mils? Mummy won’t get kisses today because of what she said, you’re the only one that loves me in this house.”

You rolled your eyes at your husband’s theatrics. “Shut up and kiss me, you oof.”

A laugh sounded out of Harry before he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you closer to him, “C’mere.” 

You smiled against his soft lips, feeling warmth wash over you from his touch. “I really missed you,” you whispered against his lips, “I always do when you’re not beside me.” 

His arm tightens its hold around your body, squeezing you closer. “I know, I don’t like being away from you, either.” 

Due to the nature of his job, you and Harry had to deal with being apart as he travelled the world, experiencing numerous tearful goodbyes at airports. But since you became pregnant with Mila, Harry decided that he could not stay away for long periods of time and made sure his schedule always allowed him to be with his family as much as he could. He wouldn’t spend more than two weeks away from you and Mila. 

Now he was on a month-long break from his tour because he wanted to spend time with you as Mila’s first birthday was approaching. 

“How were your meetings then?” you asked, hand caressing his cheek as you stared into his green eyes that you love so much. 

“They went well, just some more details we needed to go over for the tour and some upcoming interviews.” Harry sighed but a small smile remained on his face. “But I’m home now, no one’s gonna bother us for three more weeks and I get to spend all of my time with my lovies.” 

You smiled and stood on your tiptoes to peck his lips, feeling him smile. “Good.”

“Oh” The two of you laugh when Mila pushed your face away and wrapped her tiny arms around Harry’s neck (as much as she could). 

“Don’t worry, Mils, I’m all yours.” 

“Sweet creature, sweet creature, wherever I go, you bring me home.”

You watched as Harry sweetly sang to your baby, who was looking up at him with wide eyes and a precious smile. 

The three of you were on your bed, Mila laying on Harry’s chest as he sang to her before sleep, something Harry always did when he was home. It was not surprising that Mila loved her daddy’s voice; Harry never stopped singing to your belly every night when you were pregnant. He would often have conversations with your belly as he laid on his side, caressing the soft skin and placing kisses every now and then. 

“Harry, what are you doing?” 

He looked at you as if you were being ridiculous. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m talking to our baby.” 

You chuckled at his words. You were only two months pregnant and you barely had a bump. “Darling, they’re still very tiny, they can’t hear you.” 

“I don’t care,” Harry frowned and laid his head beside your belly. “I’m gonna talk to our baby every day so they would recognise my voice.”

“Hey there, little angel,” he whispered with a smile, causing your heart to melt. “It’s your daddy. Your mummy and I are so excited to meet you, we’ve waited for you for so long.” 

Ever since Mila was born, Harry sang to her when she cried and it instantly calmed her down. Your heart swelled at the bond they have. It was very obvious that Mila was a daddy’s girl at heart, and you had absolutely no problem with that. 

You simply watched the interaction in front of you, not daring to interrupt their moment as you could see Mila’s eyes slowly fluttering shut. 

“You bring me home.” 

By the time Harry dragged out the last note, Mila was sound asleep on his chest, her thumb tucked into her mouth. You gently smooth down her curls and rub her back, her sleeping figure warming your heart. 

“Isn’t she just perfect?” you whisper, your eyes shifting to meet Harry’s, only to find him already staring at you. 

“Just like her mother.” Harry instantly responded, making you blush as he delicately pushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “You’ve given me a miracle and I could never thank you enough for it.” 

Months and months of trying. One failed attempt after the other. Long hours of labour. It all led to the moment you finally held your baby girl, and you would not change a second of it. 

“She is our little miracle, isn’t she?”

Hope you guys enjoyed this quick piece, Harry as a dad always melts my heart and I can’t get enough of him!

Also, this is my first time writing in second person so I sincerely apologise if it’s not that good, I’ve always preferred third person but I wanted to give it a try.

Don’t forget to reblog and tell me what you think! Let’s freak out about dad!h together! 

Till next time,  Nora

[peachtree-dish]

A Te Che Sei il Mio Amore Grande Ch. 2

Dopo un Giorno Pieno di Parole

Chapter summary: Alberto and Giulia grow as siblings, Giulia asks a stressful question, Alberto panics and Massimo tries to offer advice.

Giugno 12, 1969

Leaping from the cliff, Alberto deftly dove into the warm waters of the Italian Riviera. Giulia shrieked with laughter as his tail splashed a small wave over her.

“Idiota! Just wait till I get my hands on you.” Alberto grinned as she futilely tried swimming after him.

“Woah, sorellina, does Massimo know you have a mouth like that?” Alberto swam easily out of reach from her frustrated thrashing and snickered at her pout.

“Who do you think taught me to speak like that?” Giulia stuck her tongue out, instantly regretting it when Alberto splashed her again.

“Be that as it may, you’d still need fins and a tail to even try and catch me. And unless you’ve got them hidden in this hair of yours,” He poked her wet mass of curls teasingly with his tail. “it’s not gonna happen.”

Giulia growled at him, instantly reminding him of a soaked Machiavelli which caused him to cackle with delight.

Giulia looked pleadingly at Luca who sat on the white shore with a magazine in hand, his skin turning pink under the rays of the sun.

“Hey, Luca! Are you ever going to put that magazine down?” Luca glanced up absentmindedly at her call. As he took in her expression of mutiny he balked and gently put his reading away.

“Oh, sorry! Vado!” He leaped up from the blanket and yanked off his shirt, the motion catching Alberto’s attention. The soft boy from a year ago had come back a completely different person with stronger legs and leaner features. His limbs were beginning to lengthen and become more muscular, no doubt a consequence of Luca continuing to bike while in Genoa. He grinned as Luca took a running leap and cannonballed into the waves, instantly changing into his scaled form.

Blinking the water from his eyes, Luca smiled at his two friends.

“What were you even reading, dude?” Alberto motioned to the shore with a finned hand.

“Oh, it’s this really cool article about what the Americans are creating with NASA. There’s even talk about putting men on the moon.” Luca became more animated as he spoke, his pupils widening with delight and his fins waved excitedly. Alberto looked expectantly at Giulia for an explanation.

“It’s their department that studies space and flight,” Giulia explained patiently. “Ever since Russia got one of their space-crafts up there,” She pointed at the spacious sky above them, “the Americans have been really antsy about getting something of theirs up there too. It’s all about competition.”

Alberto scoffed, “Sounds ridiculo! Why would they put humans on the moon?”

“Well, why not? Don’t you think it’d be straordinario?” Luca’s mind wandered to all the amazing possibilities that could be out in the galaxy. “Could you imagine it? The three of us sailing through the stars?” He floated on his back lost in thought, unable to see Alberto and Giulia share amused stares. Alberto shrugged and flicked water at his friend.

“I don’t know, the humans still don’t know everything about the ocean, you’d think they’d want to discover that first.”

“That’s why I’m going to be a marine biologist when I grow up.” Giulia joined Luca in floating on her back, gazing lazily up at the clouds. “What about you ragazzi, do you know what you want to do when we’re grown up?”

Alberto was startled at the question; he’d never considered anything other than traveling the world and leaving everyone behind. However, life with Massimo, Giulia, and Luca had changed that, had changed him. Luca’s expression had turned thoughtful at the red head’s question, making Alberto’s stomach twist with anxiety although he couldn’t say why.

“I don’t know, Gules, I don’t think there’s a lot of options for sea monsters.” He half-joked hoping to end the conversation there.

“Santa ricotta, a sea monster isn’t even an accurate term anymore!” She gestured wildly up into the air, splashing both boys as a result. “If anything, it’d be more accurate to call you guys uomini di mare. Anything but monsters.” She glared at them through foggy goggles, her intensity causing a fond warmth to blossom through Alberto’s chest.

“Whatever you say, sorellina.” He conceded by floating on his back, eyes closed as the hot sun caused his scales to revert back to skin as he dried.

“I think I want to be an astrophysicist.”

Alberto jerked in the water, startling both Giulia and Luca.

“Astro-what now?”

Luca floundered under his friend’s incredulity, his scales turning darker with a fluster.

“I-I want to be an astrophysicist. They study the stars and galaxy, I just think that would be really cool.” Luca looked worriedly between Alberto’s shocked expression and Giulia’s face of concern.

“Well…that sounds great!” Alberto exclaimed, gently pushing at Luca’s shoulder. The younger boy sagged in relief, his face splitting into a toothy grin. To Luca’s left, Giulia didn’t look so convinced.

“You really think so, Alberto?”

“Sure, you’re so smart I can only imagine the things you’ll find!” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he spoke.

“You could come with me, I bet there would be something there that you’d love to study. You could be an engineer and we could travel the world. You and me together, vero?” Alberto floundered once again, unsure of how to answer Luca’s hopeful expression. Not willing to let his fear show, the older teen shoved his anxiety down with a silent silenzio, Bruno! Heaving an overly dramatic sigh, Alberto held out his hand nonchalantly.

“Well, if you reeeally insist on it, I guess so. Fish’s honor.” Luca laughed and shook his hand before smothering him with an enthusiastic hug.

“You’re the best, Alberto,” Luca mumbled into his oral fins.

“Heh, I try.” He caught Giulia scrutinizing him from behind Luca and he made a face just to annoy her. She rolled her eyes and mouthed ‘we’ll talk later, idiota’, before swimming towards shore.

“Hey, regazzi! We gotta head home, I still need to make the evening rounds for Papa.” Luca and Alberto pulled away, the latter making to follow after Giulia. Luca grabbed his hand before he could completely escape.

“Hey, are you really okay with me studying more once I finish in Genoa? I know we never really talked about life after school, but be honest with me.” Luca looked beseechingly at his best friend who wouldn’t quite make eye contact.

“Luca, I-”

“Ragazzi! I mean it, we gotta head back now, per favore!” Alberto scowled at Giulia’s waving figure on the shore.

“Perfect timing as always.” He muttered. Chancing a glance at Luca, Alberto continued, “Maybe we can discuss this later, ok? But just know that no matter what you want to do or be, I will always have your back. Sempre, Luca Paguro.” He emphasized his point by pointing at the bracelets on both their wrists. Luca’s face softened, releasing the tension he’d been holding. He squeezed Alberto’s hand, “Race you to the shore?”

“Oh, you are totally on.” Alberto dove past Luca, his best friend laughing and shouting with mock indignance behind him. As they reached the shore and finished helping Giulia pack their bikes, Alberto chose to ignore the knot forming in his stomach. Giulia and Luca still had five years in school, there was time for things to change. And if they didn’t… he glanced at Luca as they rode back, his eyes shining and hair bouncing in the wind. He felt something within his chest ache deeply. Well, they’d cross that bridge when they got there.

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

“Have you caught anything yet, ragazzo?” Massimo’s low voice pulled Alberto from his thoughts. He turned from the cutting board where he was slicing potatoes and looked at Massimo apologetically.

“Um sorry, cosa?” Massimo rumbled out a laugh and patted Alberto on the shoulder, returning to the stove, he continued speaking.

“You were so deep in your thoughts, I assumed you would have caught what you were fishing for. What’s wrong, Beto? I haven’t seen you this pensive since, well, never.” Alberto burned holes into the potatoes, his mood turning sour.

“Why did you and Giulia’s mom split up?” The words were out before Alberto could stop them and he felt his stomach drop. Massimo stood frozen his eyebrows raised comically high.

“Per favore perdonami, Massimo, that was really stupid of me.” Alberto winced, waiting for the blow to come, but instead, he only listened as, after a moment of silence, Massimo turned the burner on low and shuffled around in one of his kitchen drawers. The large man sat himself down slowly as if it pained him to do so. The teen noted that under the harsh kitchen light, more lines were covering Massimo’s face than before; he idly wondered when the fisherman had begun to age. Patting his massive hand on the chair beside him, Massimo motioned for him to sit.

“Qui, come sit with me, Alberto.” Alberto slid shame-faced into the chair, worried at what Massimo was going to do. “I’m not mad, piccolo, I wanted to show you something.” He pushed a faded paper towards him, the edges were already worn yellow from years of handling. It was a photo of what Alberto assumed to be a Massimo as a little kid with a girl who looked like a replica of Giulia. Massimo stood laughing next to the girl holding a fishing rod while she had a paintbrush pressed against her lip like a mustache.

“That’s my Mia and me when we were children together.”

“Now I can see where Giulia gets her…everything from.” Massimo chuckled and nodded fondly.

“I adored her, from the time I met her until we were fully grown; She was my best friend, but we were so different.” Massimo gently touched the photo, quietly overwhelmed. “Mia was very talented as an artist and so inquisitive, she was smarter than me, even from the beginning. We went to school together here in Porto Rosso and got married very young, but she was never truly happy here. She wanted to move to the city where she could get more options for work as an artist. We made it work for a while, Giulia coming into the world helped for a time.” Massimo stood to continue stirring the pot’s contents. His shoulders sagged lower as he spoke as if the world itself was beginning to rest on him.

Alberto listened intently, his anxiety building as he saw where the story was going. When Pavarotti, one of Machiavelli’s many children pushed against his leg purring, he pulled him up into his lap, stroking while he followed along.

“I am a poor fisherman, si? I couldn’t offer her the things she deserved, and I was afraid of leaving the only life I knew. Berto,” He turned to the somber teen, “sometimes when we love people, we need to let them go so that they can bloom. You are a flower, si?” Alberto scrunched his face in confusion.

“Huh?”

Massimo gestured for a moment, trying to find the right words, “you are a flower and so is the person you love, but if one flower can’t bloom and become more than it is, it… muore. Capisci?”

“I-I think so. I’m not really sure. You lost me at the flower metaphor.” Dropping his head in defeat, Massimo tried again.

“You are a flower,”

“Mamma e papa wanted different things, Berto,” Giulia announced herself by sauntering into the room with several kittens trailing behind her mewling. Setting the small number of leftovers in bowls near the door, she dropped down next to Alberto and fanned herself. She looked at Alberto, who looked back guiltily, wondering if he was getting too personal.

“My mom loved papa very much, but she had always wanted to be an artist and live farther inland to work and explore. Papa wouldn’t have been able to work that far inland since his only trade is fishing. So, they split up and now I get two different houses.” She shrugged at Alberto’s slack-jawed expression.

“What papa is trying to tell you is that he loved my mom enough to let her go so that she could become the best version of herself.” Massimo nodded gratefully at his daughter who smiled kindly in return.

“É così, and so my advice is to find someone who does the same for you.”

“Speaking of which, where’s Luca?” Alberto scowled at her sly smirk.

“He’s eating with his family tonight, apparently his mom and dad need help for the crab shows.”

“I still don’t know why that’s a thing.”

Alberto scoffed into his fist, “Says the girl who literally swam, ate, and biked for a trophy.”

“Hey, that’s different!”

“It really isn’t.”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Who’s ready to eat?” Massimo placed three bowls expertly on the table, interrupting the beginning feud.

“Is too,” Alberto whispered smugly, flinching when Giulia kicked him under the table.

***********

Hours later, Alberto was drifting on the edge of sleep. Giulia’s snores would often cause him to startle; even in human form, his senses were at a higher range, which made sleeping in Giulia’s room so much harder. Rolling onto his stomach he groaned into his pillow, willing his red-headed friend to shut up. He jerked to full consciousness, however, at a firm tap on the window. Snapping his head to the side, wincing as it popped painfully, Alberto could make out the silhouette of Luca crouching on the tree branch.

Jumping to his feet as quietly as possible, Alberto unlocked the window and followed Luca to the hideout.

“What are you doing out here this late, is everything okay?” He kept his voice low so as not to wake Giulia or Massimo.

“I told you I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you?” Luca had most people convinced that he was an innocent adolescent when in reality he was a stubborn pain in the ass. Alberto loved that about him. He got more comfortable on the planks and accepted the fact that he might not get much sleep tonight.

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“Somehow I don’t believe you.” Luca’s tone wasn’t accusatory, but he didn’t sound happy either.

“I want you to be happy. That’s really what it boils down to.” Alberto answered honestly, looking his best friend in the eyes to prove his point.

“What about your happiness?”

“Who says I’m not happy?”

“No, I mean…” Luca raked a hand through his curls in frustration, Alberto’s eyes following the movement. “You deserve to follow your dreams and accomplish what you want. The question is what do you want, Alberto?”

Alberto stared blankly at him for a moment before looking back at the open window.

“Eight hours of sleep would be nice.”

“Alberto…” He bit back his grin at Luca’s mild glare

“Alright, honestly I don’t know. A year ago, I would have told you that I wanted to travel everywhere with you on a Vespa, but now…” He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. “Now I’m not so sure anymore. This… is the first time I have a home and a real family, I guess I just want to hold onto it for a little while longer.” His friend frowned, his eyebrows wrinkling with confusion.

“But no one’s asking you to let it go, we’ll always come back.”

“Are you sure you will?” Luca snapped his head back in shock.

“How can you say that? I will always come back to you, and here.” He stammered, “I’ll always come home to here.” Alberto took in Luca’s determined features and felt the knot lessen ever so slightly within his stomach. He smiled and ruffled Luca’s hair, much to his aggravation.

“I know you will, I’m sorry if I ever doubted you.” He scooted closer to Luca as they watched the moon float inch by inch across the starry sky. Their shared warmth and the peaceful setting caused Luca’s eyes to flutter close, his body relaxing against Alberto’s.

“So, you think I should be an engineer, huh?” He started and shifted against Alberto trying to find his comfortable spot again.

“Why not, you’re already becoming a good mechanic. You’re good at fixing things.” Luca mumbled, his voice growing slower. Alberto huffed a laugh and started to pull away, “You fixed me.” Alberto’s mind screeched to a halt, and he glanced down at Luca’s sleeping features.

“I think it’s the other way around, amico.” His only response was a soft snore. Rolling his eyes the tender moment passed, and he pulled himself up, careful not to knock either of them out of the tree.

“Come on, dormiglione, let’s get some rest.” He pulled Luca to his feet and gently guided him back across the branch and into the room. Luca instantly curled into the warmth of Alberto’s mattress and Alberto set the blanket around him gently before curling on top of the sheets. The sound of Giulia and Luca’s snores should have set his nerves on edge even more, but Alberto only felt content and safe. After all, perhaps the best part about having a home was being surrounded by the people who loved you most.

[drakenology]

their s/o has kinky curly hair with Bakugo, Denki, Midoriya and Todoroki

author’s note: hey so i smoked a lot of weed and tried to do my hair afterwards and I quit so now I’m writing about kinky hair because I have a mixture of 3c and 4c hair and detangling is not poggers. Like it takes an hour to detangle my hair... I don’t have the energy for this rn. But even though it’s a fuck ton of work to take care of natural hair it’s still gorgeous and beautiful and strong and all of the fucking above. Shout out to all my kinky haired girlies. And of course shout out to my beautiful black queens. I see you boo! <3

warnings?: fluff, swearing and mentions of sexual activity (yeah, this one aint nasty... that’s the next post. shhh!) ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP 18+

Bakugo

not gonna lie this mf ignorant as fuck 

hates that you take so long to do your hair

but loves watching the process?

“What’s that stuff?” “What does it do?” 

educates himself for your future babies

he likes a challenge so why wouldn’t he figure out how to properly take care of curly hair? 

offers to do your hair sometimes 

sometimes does it better than you do?

thinks you’re a fucking goddess.

i am a firm believer that bakugo LOVES sistas ok??

This morning is particularly stressful. You had already broken a comb or two trying to do your hair last night. So when you went to bed thinking that your hair was gonna turn out amazing you can imagine your shock when it didn’t turn out right. Well, as your taking down your twists, you see that your hair didn’t dry all the way. You try everything you can to salvage your style; you pick it, try and diffuse it but you’re still unsatisfied with the look. You sigh and just tie it up in two afro puffs. You lay your edges carefully and do some light makeup. Suddenly, you hear the bathroom door fly open to reveal your boyfriend Bakugo staring at you. 

“So that’s what’s taking you so damn long.” Katsuki says leaning against the door frame. He was going to come in and yell at you to hurry up but with the way you looked all dressed up he was completely thrown off and blown away. You were wearing a bright yellow sundress that trailed down to your ankles. It hugged your body and flowed out towards the bottom of the dress. The bathroom smelled like your hair products; tropical and fruity smells smothering his nostrils. You were like a goddess standing before him. And he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

“Dammit, Katsuki wait a damn minute. I’ll be out in a second.” You said, adding the finishing touches to your face. Katsuki walks over to you and leans up against the kitchen counter to watch you finish your makeup.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” he said as he stared at your glistening mahogany skin.  You tried your best not to giggle at his stares as you turn to look at him. 

“You ready to go?” You ask, feeling a little flustered as he ran his hands up and down your hips, stopping at your ass as he cupped it with both hands. Katsuki plants a kiss on your soft, plush lips and shook his head. 

“I’d hate to waste that outfit.. but now I don’t wanna even go out. I wanna fuck you instead.” He says as he kisses your neck. OOOOWEEE

Denki 

my cute little idiot...

you had to remind him a lot to not touch your hair (it fucks up your style!)

had to explain what “shrinkage” was

asked once “WOAH IS THAT ALL YOUR HAIR???” making you get to cussin’

very infatuated with everything about your hair though. poor thing didn’t know no better until now

plays in your hair anyway when you’re cuddling

wants to do your hair for you but every time you let him it turns out a mess. 

loves the way your hair smells when you put your products in it

lowkey wishes he had curly hair too

obsessed with you..

“‘Nari? How do I look?” You ask as you turn away from you vanity to look at your goofy boyfriend who’s playing video games and sitting on the bed in front of you. He paused his game to look at you and immediately turned bright red. 

“Wow..” He said, completely amazed. You had your hair in flexi-rods; after you took them down your natural hair cascaded down to your shoulders in heaps and mounds of thick luxuriousness. He loved that your hair framed your face so well and the lovely smell coming from you intoxicated him. 

“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” Denki smiles.

You giggle and shake your hair in the mirror, loving how your hair turned out. You put on some lip gloss and stood up to walk over to your full body mirror to pose in front of it. Damn, you looked good! You were feeling yourself for sure and Denki just couldn’t help but stare. He watched you pose in the mirror, playfully wiggling your ass and flipping your hair around.  His eyes met your curvaceous body; the jeans you wore hugging your form graciously. The top you wore accentuated your cocoa skin so damn good that it appeared to Denki that you were glowing from within. What a beautiful fucking woman.

He stands up and walks behind you, wrapping his arms around you as he stared at your gorgeous visage in the mirror. 

“How’d I get so lucky?” He asked, enamored by your beauty. He plants a kiss on your shoulder as you giggle and embrace him. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Todoroki

was kinda ignorant to black culture and hair styles but after your careful explaination he’s fully informed and loves every bit of you

buys you all them expensive natural hair products (trust me.. they aint cheap)

Watches you do your hair

loves when you wear box braids, pulls on them during sex sometimes if you’re too fucked out to care (oop)

smells your hair when you’re sleeping (not in a creepy way I promise)

Doesn’t tolerate racism and will beat the shit out of anyone who tried it with you. Period.

loves your complexion, thinks you look scrumptious in yellow (yellow looks GREAT on black people ok???)

Todoroki’s favorite time of year was the winter. He loved the sweaters, the hot chocolate and more importantly you can finally wear your natural hair out. Since hotter months make your hair sweat out when you straighten it, you usually keep it in braids or locs. But come winter time, you try and wear your natural hair when you can since winter months can be drying to your curls sometimes. You had spend the day (yes it’s a fucking day long process.. for me anyway) taking down your braids while sitting on the couch watching daytime T.V while Shoto was out working. After everything was out, you showered and washed your hair, sighing as the warm water and shampoo soothed and cleansed your scalp carefully. You step out of the shower and comb out your hair while it’s still wet. You do your normal routine and fluff out your curls with an afro pick and smile at your new growth. Unbeknownst to you, Todoroki had been watching the process from start to finish as he was sitting on the bed next to your vanity. You thought he was asleep since he liked sleeping in on Sundays so you were surprised when he got up and kissed you on the cheek, admiring your natural beauty.

“You truly are the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen, Y/N. I’m so lucky.” He gushed. You giggled and kissed him on his lips, thanking him for the compliment.

“So, what you do want to do today, beautiful?”

Deku

When he met you he wanted to know everything about you

Secretly took notes 👀 has a notebook with your name on it with everything that has to do with you including your hair

Studies you and does your hair exactly like how you do it

Tries to impress you by coming up with new styles to try even though some of them are a bit crazy lookin

Loves you till the death of him

Very very sweet about helping you with your hair when you’re too tired to take care of it sometimes 🥺

You had a long, stressful and exhausting day. You spent all day at the hospital taking care of patien after patient nonstop with damn near no breaks in between. You had resorted to pulling your beautiful curls back and away from your face from all the sweating and running around the hospital, leaving stray curls hanging out. You were always a prim and proper girl almost never seen with your hair unkempt so when you returned home with your hair in a messy low bun, Midoriya knew what was up. He watched as you greeted him weakly and plopped on the couch next to him, laying on his lap and almost falling asleep.

“Rough day?” He ask. You almost burst into tears when you hear your boyfriend ask you about your day. It was rough and frustrating. You were just glad you were finally home so you can relax and try and forget about the taxing day. You sigh as Midoriya rubbed small circles into you back and undid the messy bun you had lazily tied hours before returning home.

“You just relax, princess. I’ll take care of you, ok?” He says lifting you up from his lap and carrying you to the bathroom. He sat you on the sink and put your hair in two braids for you so you could take a shower. He kissed your forehead and hummed sweet I love yous into your ear as you smile and kiss his nose. You loved that he was always so gentle with you, never hesitating to help you when you need it.

“I’ll make us something to eat. Pick out a movie for us to watch, okay? I don’t care if it’s something we’ve seen 100 times. Tonight is all about you.”

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[bjy-on-ao3]

Hi, I really love your writing on Ao3! I was wondering if you could write an Adachi x reader where Adachi slips it in while reader is sleeping? Maybe halfway through being fucked reader wakes up but pretends to be asleep anyway because they are enjoying it? I imagine that they'd probably already have a preexisting sexual relationship and have talked about the sex that they are okay with (that could be a creative choice for you tho idc. manipulative adachi sexy). best wishes!

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page)

Here you are, anon! This one really struck a cord with me, and I knew I had to fill it, eventually.

Summary 

Adachi gives Reader a pleasant morning surprise to indulge a desire they previously confessed to him.

Tags/Warnings

Biting, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Hair-Pulling, Mildly Dubious Consent, Reader-Insert, Rough Sex, Shameless Smut, Somnophilia, Vaginal Sex

Rise & Shine (F! Reader/Tohru Adachi)

The early rays of morning scattered through the window blinds, bathing the otherwise dark bedroom in pale stripes of yellow and gold. The cloying spring heat had yet to creep in, some remnant of the coolness of night lingering, lending a refreshing feeling, rather than one hot and clinging. Tohru Adachi stirred on the bedsheets of the mattress next to the mostly shuttered window.

He started to disentangle himself lazily from the light sheets, but stopped. A look of confusion spread across his face when he noted sitting up wasn’t as easy as it should have been, the cause your prone form tucked so securely against him. He remembered falling asleep at your apartment after some drinks at Shiroku and a couple rounds of fun, but you had fallen asleep with ample distance between you. Adachi decided you must have unconsciously snugged up to him while the both of you slept.

Though he was confused, that didn’t mean Adachi wasn’t exactly displeased. Neither of you had bothered to re-dress at all before passing out the night before. That left you naked, pressed against him, at least before he tried to extricate himself from your grasp. His eyes roved unchastely over your bare skin, exposed where the sheets rode down past your hips. Lying flat on your stomach after he had escaped your cuddling, your arms splayed on the pillows, legs spread haphazardly. He eyed the swell of your chest pressing into the soft mattress and the tantalizing curve of your ass, his gaze lingering as his hunger was roused.

In that moment, Adachi recalled a conversation that had taken place between the two of you not long ago. You had opened up to him a little with your fantasies and wants, admitting with a thoroughly hot face and hushed tone how badly you wanted him to use you. You hadn’t described exactly how, though, only that your desire for him to use your body however he pleased existed. He remembered how excited the confession had made him, immediately diving into imaginations of how he planned to take you up on it. Somehow, though, the thought had slipped his mind until that instant.

The gears were turning in his head, and Adachi’s lips curled in a sinful, lecherous grin as he came to a decision. What better way to grant your wishes and use you only for his pleasure than to fuck you while you slept, when he had little reason to worry about your satisfaction or concerns. His cock jerked to life at the thought, and his mind was made up.

He drew the sheets the rest of the way off, flinging them to the side where they would remain unwanted and forgotten for some time. The full sight of your body laid out nude before him met him, and another punch of hunger seized him, his reacting in along with it. For a second, Adachi wondered if you would even notice. He couldn’t remember if you were a light sleeper who woke at even a hardly intrusive touch, or if you slept like the dead and would drowse through it all. But he was going to find out very soon. =============================================

It was the touch of something solid and cool between your legs that eased you from the warm, comfortable haze of sleep. It prodded at the soft pink of your cunt before slipping inside with little resistance. At first, you thought you were having some kind of vivid wet dream, but you recognized the strange dark line of half-consciousness, so it was no dream. Something had buried itself inside your cunt, wet and welcoming even while you dozed. The sensation of whatever it was wriggled and curled, easing in and out for a moment before withdrawing altogether.

The thick fog of sleep threatened to lure you back into its clutches with the retreat of whatever had been intruding; you had nearly convinced yourself even if it wasn’t a dream, you had  imagined it. Just a figment of your muddled, half-asleep mind. But whatever it was returned, clamping over your thighs and carefully prying them apart to spread your legs wider. The tip of something far more hot and hard poked at your slick lips, the sensation giving your growing consciousness a jolt. You froze, making yourself remain still despite coming further to, and the thick intrusion sank past your lips and your entrance.

A low, blissful groan caught your attention when the hardness filled you completely, and your cunt clenched reflexively around it. Several debauched noises longed to free themselves from your throat at the aching fullness, but you quashed them, forcing yourself to feign sleep. The groan no doubt belonged to the man you had fallen asleep beside the night before, there was no denying that. You were led to a conclusion even your hazy mind could make: Adachi was the one buried deep inside your cunt, basking in the tight embrace of your soft, wet flesh around his cock.

The realization didn’t alarm or upset you, though. In fact, it only made your cunt feel wetter, and your walls tightened around him again, eliciting another erotic, gravelly noise from Adachi, A wicked heat blossomed in your gut and made your heart drum in your chest, your pulse beginning to race. It almost embarrassed you how much being fucked while you ‘slept’ turned you on, and you wondered fleetingly if he noticed how readily your body responded to him. Would he think nothing of it and just assume you were still dreaming and none the wiser?

Any thoughts were drowned out, though, when Adachi’s hips pulled back and he thrust back into your heat, the start of a steady rhythm. He rocked his hips languidly against your backside, obviously in no rush. A series of small, carnal, and oh-so-arousing sounds drifted from his lips as he pumped his cock in and out of your core. Sounds quiet enough that if you had really been asleep, you doubted you would have noticed at all. You struggled not to react too noticeably to them or from the roll of his hips. But you couldn’t help squirming here and there, a muffled, sleepy whimper escaping every once in a while. You hoped Adachi chalked them up to simply unconscious and involuntary reactions.

Whatever the case, your wriggling and tiny, nearly incoherent gasps and murmurs spurred Adachi onward, and his pace increased, fucking you more thoroughly into the bed. Each deep thrust made you want to swoon and melt and moan. The weight of Adachi’s body pressed into your back, his skin already growing slick with beads of sweat, radiating heat against you.

“Y’know,” he growled casually in your ear, “you’re a really bad actor.” His pace didn’t stop, and he his came to tangle in the sheets beside your shoulders, giving him more leverage to pound into your cunt more roughly.

You ignored him, unsure if he knew you were awake and was telling the truth, of if he was searching for some kind of conscious reaction to find out. Things were too enjoyable though to let them end so easily. Until Adachi could prove you were awake, you were more than pleased to let him have his way with you.

A moment of silence punctuated only by the sounds of sex passed, and then a low, contemplative hum droned beside you. “Well, I guess if you’re really sleeping through this, I can do whatever I want,” he said coyly, and to some it might have sounded almost like a threat. Right then, to you, it was a sinful promise you silently bade him to fulfill.

His hips snapped harder against you, and it was even more of a struggle to fight back the noises that wanted to break free, each thrust so deep it provoked a guttural response. He adjusted himself, tilting his hips and pressing his body more firmly against yours. You didn’t know if it was out of mere convenience for him, or on purpose to overwhelm you and shatter your charade, but the new angle brought on a greater ordeal.

Each rough stroke of his cock, besides sinking so deep, brushed against a much more receptive spot that made your gut twist in a distinctly pleasant way. You tried to disguise the way you turned your head to push it into the pillows as an unconscious reaction, though you unsure how long Adachi would continue to buy your act, if he didn’t already know the truth.

Each time he drove back inside, you lost more resolve to keep pretending, and to disguise and smother your moans and the way your body so badly wanted to meet his thrusts. The molten feeling that had grown in your belly served only to weaken you further, welling up inside and proving more demanding and wild than the sounds of pleasure seeking escape.l

You pressed your face into the pillows more as a particularly stubborn moan bubbled up, much louder than any of the others, trying in vain to stifle it. Though as soon as the sound left your lips, smothered as it was, your little game of pretend was over. A rough hand tangled in your hair, grabbing tightly and jerking your head back and away from the pillows. Your new position left you no choice but to moan freely into the air, already hot and thick with sex and sweat. The stubborn moan seemed like the bursting of a dam, and there was no stopping the myriad cries that followed it.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Adachi hissed in your ear, amused and breathless. “Pretending you had no idea what I was doing and getting off on being treated like the little cock sleeve you wanted to be?”

With your act revealed, you had no reason to try to fool Adachi any longer. You gave into the carnal heat swelling inside you, crying out and finally slamming your hips back to meet his. “Fuck, yes! Use me, please,” you begged, and Adachi’s stinging grip in your hair tightened reflexively. “I want to be your plaything; use me however you want!” your voice broke with your admission, shattered by a stroke that stole your breath away and made your made briefly go blank.

The words were a catalyst, stoking Adachi’s already boiling lust to even greater heights. He rutted harder against you, feeling the urgency of an orgasm dawning on him, your shameless enthusiasm speeding it along. He relished the outpouring of bawdy shouts and moans bubbling from your mouth now that he had called your bluff. His fingered remained snared in your hair, pulling your head back almost painfully and ensuring there was no chance to muffle a single sound more.

You could feel Adachi’s desperation mounting behind each thrust, even through the lingering haze of sleep clouding your awareness. You felt it in the tension of his body, pushing yours so forcefully into the bed, and in his fingers, both in your hair and on your skin. But you were already ahead of him. The sheer excitement of being fucked in such an obscene fashion made your body tense and burn white hot. Each time Adachi filled you up again, it forced another cry from your lips, and the liquid heat wound tighter and more intense.

Your breathing hitched, becoming quickly ragged and sharp, and Adachi’s was just as labored in your ear. You bucked back against him mindlessly, seeking the last little push you needed and thinking of nothing else. When you came, his named rolled off your tongue in waves, interrupted by moans that pitched more desperate and airy as he fucked you through your orgasm.

He bent his head, and his teeth scraped the nape of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he could find to leave a colorful, stinging mark. The sharp sensations added to the ripples of pleasure dancing through you, and your voice cracked in your ecstasy. His tempo slowed, gaining force where it lost momentum, until the smack of his skin on yours was clear even through the chorus of groans and cries ringing out. When he finished, he bit down again, harder, so hard a moan turned into a brief yelp, even though he hadn’t broken the skin.

With each spurt of his cum that filled you, Adachi groaned, long and low, the noise feral and thick. The sounds made you shudder, and your cunt squeeze him tighter, even though your orgasm was wearing away and coming to an end. Finally, Adachi was spent, and you were left sweat-slicked and nearly panting, his grasp on your hair loosening. You couldn’t think beyond the feel of him still sheathed in your cunt, or the sound of his heavy breathing beside you. Even smothered beneath his weight, your mind had room only for the pleasures of the afterglow.

You rested limp and pliant against the bedsheets as Adachi released your hair, and when you lay your head on the pillows again, they felt blissfully cool. You were too tired and out-of-sorts to move when Adachi withdrew, vaguely noting the sensation of something warm and thick trickling down your thighs.Adachi didn’t bother laying back in bed, instead rolling to the side and getting to his feet. You summoned the energy to roll over and watch him as he went about getting cleaned up before searching for his clothes and re-dressing.

After several minutes, Adachi had sorted himself out and made himself presentable - or at least what counted as presentable for detective with his routinely messy hair, crumpled clothes, and crooked tie. By then, you had regained steady breathing, watching him lazily and propping yourself up on your elbow. He took one last glance over himself, patting the pockets of his slacks for his phone and keys and ensuring he hadn’t forgotten anything, Satisfied everything was accounted for, he walked to the beside, bending down and taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger before tipping your head to meet his gaze.

“I’ve gotta get going now, sweetheart. Be good while I’m gone and maybe I’ll indulge more of your sick little fantasies the next time I come over,” he promised, punctuating his words with a kiss. It was a gesture that might have seemed sweet or affectionate, were it not for the sharp, hungry bite he left on your bottom lip.

Then, he was gone without another word, leaving you with a burning face, an aching cunt oozing cum, and many angry marks that would soon turn various shades of blue and purple. Yet, you were left also with a bone-deep sense of satisfaction that outweighed everything else. You slid back down onto the bed, recounting what had just happened. Even just the memory sent your arousing spiralling out of control all over again.

It was going to be torture waiting for the next time you could get together.

[kurt-nightcrawler]

How to know if the lost girls have a crush on you

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐩! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: mentions of drug use and language

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: I know requests aren’t open jddndjdj but I enjoy writing for the lost girls so enjoy!!

Darcy

Darcy is a sucker for romance

She’s a bit shy and awkward, despite her semi-scary looking demeanor 

(She’s 6’0 and has resting bitch face)

Darcy isn’t going to be super obvious or up-front about her feelings at first though

It will be the cliche “we’ve been friends for 10 years and everyone knows we like each other except us” 

Darcy will always have a hand on you. She wants to feel your presence 

subtle touches, little “pinky holding” or her playing with strands of your hair

Her poking any freckles you have when she first discovers them

You’re one of the few people she let’s mess with her hair. Which is a telling sign

“Your hair looks nice Darce” “thanks, (Y/N) did it” “oh worm? 👀” 

She loves having you run your hands through her hair, it soothes her

Sometimes, if you can’t make it to the cave— bad weather, car trouble, etc.— shell come over and you guys watch a movie together

Darcy’s got an extensive tape collection of rom-coms, so she’ll pop one into the tv and snuggle under covers with you

She’s probably going to ask to borrow your clothes if she’s “really cold” since she exclusively wears sports bras and her leather jacket

Also she likes that your sweaters and sweatshirts smell like you 

But you’ll definitely have to have been friends for awhile before she even CONSIDERS telling you how she feels

“I live forever. I have to be sure about my feelings and what if I get rejected?” “Anyone who rejects you is stupid. Almost stupid as Michelle—“ “HEY!” 

But overtime she’ll try to make things more obvious— to the point where Pauline and Marcella are teasing you both and then she kind of HAS to come clean

But you find it sweet! 

And a bit shocking, someone as powerful and strong and amazing and gorgeous as her, has feelings for YOU??? damn okay babe 

Dominique 

Dom is going to be a bit cold at first

It’s not necessarily intentional, but she just has this aura of mystery around her

Those icy blue eyes that peer into your soul

And anyway she wants to get to know what you like and if you like her

If not, she can’t exactly force you 

Cough cough Michelle cough cough

 Anyway, Dominique will try to learn about the things you like so you have something to talk about

Even if they aren’t her cup of tea. She’s a good listener and likes seeing your face light up and you so passionate about a subject/hobby

Dom is going to steal buy you things she thinks you’d like

“You said you liked cherry chapstick. I got you some.” “I got you some chips and your favorite soda in case you’re hungry” “Here. I saw this giant care bear and thought of you.”

It’s sweet, but you feel a bit flustered and embarrassed, not giving her anything in return

“Seeing you smile is enough, Kitten”

Speaking of! Pet names! 

Dominique finds using your full/actual name too personal

So if you have a nickname she’ll use it. If not she’s given you pet names— most notable are Kitten and Pumpkin

She’s not big on physical touch but sometimes she’ll put the idea of it into your mind so you want it

She won’t manipulate you, but she wants you to come to her. She’s had too many bad experiences where she confessed first, and she doesn’t want another one

So when you do finally confess to her she’s all smug and knowing

“I um… I really like you… and uh well—“ “I know.” “Oh…” “I like you too.”  “Oh!”

 Marcella

She’s going to be playful and flirty with you but quick to deny anything the other girls accuse her of

“No I don’t have feelings for (Y/N)! Shut up!” “Haha you so do!”

She’s rowdy and high energy but also more quiet than Pauline

So she’s not going to just blurt it out or recite sonnets for you

Instead she’ll give you a patch she was going to put on her jacket. Or make you a cool little pin

She’ll constantly hype you up if you’re wanting to try new fashion styles or wear something out of your comfort zone

“You look amazing! Better than any girl out on the boardwalk” “You really think so?” “I would never lie to you. Honest.” 

She’ll let you braid her hair and stick all kinds of colorful little clips and barrettes in her curls 

(I know they weren’t popular until the 90s but imagining covering her hair in hundreds of little butterfly clips!) 

Honestly she’ll be like those movie scenes where “do you like it?” *it’s hideous* “if not you don’t have to wear it!” “No. I’m never taking it off.” 

She asks you to help care for her pigeons so you guys can bond together more

“Does Pauline or Sebastian usually help you feed them?” “No. No one does. I don’t let them.” “Oh…”

If someone upsets you she's ready to go and have them as her meal for the night

Sometimes you have to stop her

“Look! Cathy from my work is a total bitch but you can’t kill her! I won’t have anyone to cover my shift tomorrow”

“Fine… You're lucky I love you”

“What?”

“What?” 

She’d probably accidentally tell you and then act like she has no idea what you could be talking about

“Well I like you too. But I dunno… Dom’s pretty cute too—“ 

“Oh that’s it!” She’s definitely smothering you in little kisses and tickling you, getting you say you’re sorry and say you think she’s the cutest

 Pauline

She’s just going to blurt it out point blank. 

Why wait? If Pauline likes someone, she likes someone! She may be immortal but she’s also immortally impatient 

She tells you she likes you so much you start to think she’s kidding

But she’s not! 

She’ll bring you baked goods edibles and take you out to concerts and maybe steal your shoelace to wear on her wrist

Sometimes you’ll have little “sleepovers” and you’ll hangout at the cave. Usually this means sharing a joint and watching her play songs on her guitar

She’s definitely not exclusively playing romantic songs for you

One night she’ll get high and just pour her heart out to you

“And I think you’re one of the coolest people I’ve ever met, and I’ve met a lot of people, babe… And sure, I’m definitely a bit ditzy but I’m not completely stupid! I know you don’t believe me, but I really really like you! I think about you a lot and I hate when you have to leave right before the sun rises. And on nights you can’t hangout with us it’s so boring! We do the same things every night, but you always make them special. I really like you babe… I really really like you…”

She’ll wanna take you out on a little date to one of the small bands playing on the boardwalk and you’ll both dance together and she’ll be real giddy and excited and probably kiss you but it’s really messy and quick because she was just so wrapped up in the music! 

 Michelle

She’s really obvious

Like, staring at you with heart eyes when she first sees you out on the boardwalk

She’ll try to not-so-subtly follow you around. She’s not being creepy, but she just wants to admire your beauty 

She thinks she’ll never see you again

Imagine her surprise when she sees you again! 

“Told you! She probably lives around town” “Shut up Sam!” 

You’ll eventually confront her and ask what her deal is

“Oh! Uh, um, well, I just— I... like... your outfit?...” 

She’s bad at coming up with an alibi

“thanks. I get most of my clothes at the thrift store away from the boardwalk. Wanna join sometime?” “Uh yeah! Sounds good!” 

She’s going to do some dumb things to impress you— racing on her bike, getting more piercings, dressing in lots of leather, offering to buy you food— but you think it’s cute

She’ll follow you around like a lost puppy at times, partially cause she’s new in town

Sam likes you though!

When you and Michelle hangout, you’ve usally got the braincell and you don’t tease Sam for liking comics so much

“No Samantha, I’m not taking you to the comic shop” “Aww Sammy I will!” “Thanks (Y/N)! You’re the best”

Honestly you knew the whole time she liked you! You had moments of doubt but she’s always so obvious about it. Once you even swore she drooled over you

A bit gross, but you were also eating ice cream so…

Visiting her at work! She’s a lifeguard down at the beach! She’s definitely trying to get you visit her ;) and go swim and sunbathe ;) maybe have her “perform cpr” on you ;)

But you’d still have to make the first move if you wanted it to go any further 

 Sebastian 

He’s got this aura of mystery around him 

But he’ll steal glances if he spots you in the crowd, thinking you’re cute

The lost girls will want him to bring you back to the cave

He will, but not for awhile

It will be small one on one hangouts and dancing together on the boardwalk 

Walking in and out of shops, saying you’ll buy things but you never will

Sebastian will offer to pierce your ears and paint your nails 

Night swimming together! 

Sebastian definitely has really floral swim trunks, almost like tacky dad Hawaiian shirt print 

He’ll do the thing where he’s under water for a long time and then jump up and scare you

Once you meet the girls you’re all playing games together like sharks and minnows, chicken

Sebastian always wants to team up with you though. Even if teams aren’t a part of the game

He likes to read. He’ll spend a good amount of time at the bookstore on the boardwalk, staying there for hours reading books, and leaving with a whole stack

If YOU have a book he wants to read/borrow he will definitely maybe leave a little sticky note in it as a thank you

“thank you! ur sweet :D <3” 

Laura will love you!! 

She’s very close to Sebastian and everyone thinks they’re siblings, and they most definitely have the dynamic 

So if Laura likes you, Sebastian will definitely like you. I mean, he already does, Laura just kind of seals the deal, ya know?

Dominique and Pauline will be the most blunt about Sebastian’s feelings for you

“He’s like Darcy. Not necessarily the most obvious but you can tell” 

“It’s so obvious. He like, talks about you all the time when you aren’t around and he’s got this real love sick look in his eyes”

Dominique is going to interrogate you to see if you’re “worthy” or not of Sebastian. 

“Sebastian is my— our friend— like a brother almost. Hurt him and I will kill you :) that is a promise” 

Once she deems you good enough she’s going to push Seb into asking you out. “You guys already go on enough ‘dates’ just make it official” “no” “-_-“ “hhh fine”

Sebastian is going to be really simple with it but also kind of coy and shy. He’s nervous. He’s much rather you asked him out or confessed your feelings but he’s willing to go first. He finds himself trying to compete and keep up with the girls. He’s the only boy, and while it may not matter he doesn’t want to seem weak and pathetic while they’re big strong vampires

Anyway once he tells you how he feels he’s all red in the face and nervous!! Poor boy

He’ll constantly ask to kiss you all the time, worried maybe you don’t want him to but you’re always reassuring “yes, Seb. you can have a kiss” “thank you” 

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Prove Me Wrong

Summary: She can trust you, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Warning: 18+ Mental Health, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Violence, Smut

Chapter 11

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Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap

A slightly hairy hand shoots out and wraps around your fingers. The person it belongs to gives it a gentle squeeze, prompting you to look up at him. 

Bucky’s brown eyebrows raise in concern and his lips twitch at the corner in sympathy. 

“I know there’s a lot on your mind right now but the tapping-”

“Sorry.” You sigh, eyes moving back down to the cup of hot chocolate you’d long since stopped drinking. 

Despite the insanely cold and snowy weather of New York, Bucky and Steve persisted they take you out of the compound. 

The tense atmosphere in the facility was a bit smothering. On top of that your friends had noticed how upset you were over your current situation with Natasha.

It’s been a mere four days since everything happened and you’ve genuinely felt lost without the redhead. And while your friends have been giving you all the love and support you could ask for, it didn’t fill the void Natasha’s absence at created. 

Steve’s free hand reaches across the table and squeezes your shoulder,“ y/n it’s going to be okay.” 

“Is it though?” A sigh leaves your lips,“ how okay can it be if I’ve hurt someone I love?” 

Due to you having felt your love for Natasha for a minute now, the words are spoken casually. As if this wasn’t the first time you’d said them. But Steve and Bucky know that this is in fact the first time you have.

Which makes their shock become written on their faces. Brows raised, jaws dropped, and eyes on you. 

Looking up, you notice their expressions.“ What?” 

“You love her?” Bucky asks.

Que your shock. Not at knowing but at saying. 

“I- wh-” the groan you let out earns frowns from the few people scattered about the coffee shop, and burying your face in your hands makes your friends sigh. 

“Just, talk to her.” Bucky shrugs, not sure what else to say. 

Gaze rising to him through your fingers, you reply,“ I can’t. She doesn’t want to talk to me.” You sit up straight,“ and she has a right. I preached honesty in all of our sessions and our first date just to be lying to her the whole time. I’m the biggest hypocrite.” 

Steve nods,“ I don’t think you did it to hurt her. And I think Natasha knows that as well. But trusting someone- its-” the blonde starts off strong but seems to lose his words. 

Bucky is the one that continues,“ when you trust someone and they lie to you it fucking hurts. Regardless of their intentions. So give her time.”

You nod. 

True to Bucky’s suggestion. Time is exactly what Natasha needed. Less time than you’d expect. 

In fact she comes to you the next day. 

Your legs hand over the back of the couch, fingers brushing the soft rug as you hang upside down. Across from you, Carol sits in your chair petting Goose. 

“I’m just saying, talking about your missions to space would help. Not even in an “address your traumas” way just in general.” You tell your friend. 

A low laugh sounds from the blonde,“ I talk about my missions all the time. Maria and Monica love my space missions.”

“Are you being completely honest with them when you talk about it?” 

Her frown answers that for you. But before she can verbally reply, your office door opens. 

Glancing over, you see the ex-assassin standing in the doorway. Green eyes flicking from Carol to you. And as quickly as possible you scramble to stand from the couch, damn near kneeing yourself in the face as you do so.

Liho casually strolls in behind Natasha, eyeing the foreign cat in Carol’s lap. 

“Natasha. Hi.”

Hi? You mentally scold yourself. Is that really the best I could do?

Carol is quick to excuse herself, holding Goose, and smiling softly at you before slipping past Natasha and down the hall. 

The redhead gently closes the door behind her and looks at you silently. 

“I’m real-”

“Am I still scheduled for a session?” Her eyebrow quirks.

You nod. Silently moving to sit in your chair across from her. You give a smile to Liho who purrs as you pet her and seconds later finds her way on to your desk(a place she always puts herself in when Natasha comes by). 

It’s far too quiet for your liking but you know it’s best to let Natasha speak first. The last thing you want is to piss her off before she’s even spoken. 

The woman gets comfortable on the couch, legs crossing, as she looks over at you.“ Doc what are your thoughts on hypocrisy?” 

You breathe a humorless chuckle, mumbling an “I deserved that” before answering.“ I believe that hypocrisy is purely driven by self-interest. Most commonly, hypocrites go against their own morals because they feel that the personal benefits mean more than acting morally.”

She hums,“ you see. I have to ask because I’m currently in a situation with my girlfriend. She’s lied to me on a number of occasions even though she explicitly demanded my honesty throughout our relationship.”

 “And, um, how does that make you feel?” 

“Like-” she licks her lips, eyes diverting to the bookshelves,“ like maybe she lied to me because she doesn’t trust me. Which hurts, cause I’ve given her every reason to, despite my reservations.”

Bucky said it. She trusted you and you fucking hurt her. 

“Do you think that’s the actual reason behind her lie?” 

“Was it?” Her green eyes find your e/c ones again. 

Taking a deep breath, letting your shoulders drop with the exhale, you scoot to the edge of your chair,“ I trust you with my life Natasha and I have since the moment you let me in. I just- I lied because I didn’t want you to think I was weak. Which is stupid I know, assuming just makes me look like an ass, but I guess I was projecting.”

Your words make her frown. Her head tilts in the slightest.“ Projecting how?”

“Honestly? Sometimes I do feel weak. And it’s been a pretty prominent feeling this past year than ever before. Which- I’m not blaming any of you but, just being here? Talking to all of you? It’s like most of you have dealt with all kinds of things your entire lives.

And then I take on a mere hour of those emotions and I feel like I can’t handle it. While part of me knows I can. Another part of me feels like I’m in over my head, thinking I can help you.”

Natasha watches you as you speak and she swears you look more vulnerable in this moment than you ever have(and that’s including when you told her about the judgement you received for your powers). And it breaks her heart to hear that you don’t see how strong you are.

Which she feels she should correct.

Standing, the woman rounds the table, and squats in front of you. She takes her hands in yours and tries to catch your eyes.“ Y/n you are far from weak. The fact that you’re even able to help us cope with our traumas is strong. To then take on those emotions yourself-” she trails off with pride swirling in her eyes.

Her admission is definitely soothing in the moment at least. But you’re suddenly reminded of how this started in the first place.

“My reasons for hiding it don’t make it better. I never should’ve lied to you, regardless of my insecurities.” Your eyes flicker away in uncertainty, before returning to those gorgeous green orbs.“ I- I love you Natasha and I’m sorry for making you questions your own trustworthiness. I also promise to never ever lie to you again, just, please, give me another chance.” 

If she’s being honest you had her at I love you, but your promise makes it a million times better. And she trusts you to hold that promise. 

Gently, she brushes a strand of hair from your face, and cups your cheek,“ you get one,” her serious expression morphs to a smile,“ mainly because I love you too.”

This takes the top spot for your favorite moments with Natasha, effectively knocking your first kiss and date to spots two and three. 

Leaning forward, you cup Natasha’s cheek, and pull her into a kiss. For the first time you feel love communicated through the action. Perhaps it had been there before and you hadn’t noticed, either way you love it. 

As does Natasha, possibly even more so, proven by the way she lifts up, deepening the kiss as she situates herself on your lap. 

The woman’s legs rest either side of yours, effectively trapping you beneath her, as her tongue dances with yours. 

Daring to go further, you trail away from her lips, taking in a deep breath before attaching yours to her neck and collarbone. If the tightening of her legs around you is anything to go based off of, she enjoys your actions. 

So much so that an involuntary moan quietly escapes her as you gently suck a mark onto her skin. 

When she pulls away, you think that’s the end of this, at least for now. 

Natasha climbs off your lap and walks across the room to the door. The lock clicks with the twist of Natasha wrist, and she’s turning back to you with a dazed look in her eyes.

Holding your gaze, she slowly grasps the bottom of her shirt, and raises it above her head. Your heart pounds with every inch of skin that’s revealed to you.

Your eyes catch the scars littering her abdomen and you move without thinking. Walking over to the woman and running your fingers along a more noticeable one. 

The pink, slightly puffy, skin makes it clear it’s completely healed. But you can only imagine the pained it’d caused when inflicted.

“You’re perfectly imperfect Miss Romanoff.” You whisper, lifting your eyes to hers. 

It’s almost reeling to see the intensity in her green eyes.“ I love you.” She says for the second time and your heart beats that much faster.

“I love you too.”

The both of you seem to free fall into the passion of the moment. Hands make quick work of your clothing until it’s thrown around the room and your laid bare before each other. 

Hovering above Natasha, you kiss from her now bruised neck to her chest, sucking a nipple into your mouth until it stands at attention. Only moving to the other after she’s moaned, her fingers curling into your hair.

She gives a pleasantly painful tug when you release her second breast with a quiet pop. And as your eyes meet, you kiss her again, simultaneously running your fingers through her folds.

Her arousal wraps around your fingers and you swallow her next moan with another kiss. 

While the walls are soundproof, you aren’t interested in finding out just how much.

She bites her kiss swollen bottom lip as you ease a finger into her and press your thumb to her clit. You match each thrust of your fingers with a roll of your thumb. 

All the while loving the sound of your name falling from Natasha’s lips like a prayer.

Not wanting to be the only one receiving such immense pleasure, the redhead snakes a hand between your legs and applies the perfect amount of pressure to your bundle of nerves. 

A breathy cry of her name leaves your lips as your body jerks from the sudden touch and incredible feeling. You have little to no idea how that reaction effects Natasha, that is until another rush of arousal pushes against your fingers. 

Then reminded of your goal, you focus on bringing Natasha to heavens gates, curling your fingers inside of her.

“F-fuck Y/n.” 

Had her own fingers not been slipping into you, you definitely would have been smirking proudly. 

The fluttering of her walls around your fingers gives away how close she is so you increase the speed in which your roll your thumb against her clit.

“Let go, I got you.” You assure her, the words a breath against her ear, and exactly what she needs to do so. 

Clenching around you, her back arches, effectively pushing your chests together. She shuts her eyes and slowly grinds against your fingers to ride out her high. 

A moment passes of you feeling her heart pound against her chest as she comes down. And the second she does, without warning, she curls her fingers inside you. 

“You are going to give me the pleasure of watching you come undone aren’t you?” She asks, lips barely pecking yours. 

But you nod, climbing higher and higher with each thrust.“ Y-yes.” You verbally answer.

Natasha takes delight in seeing your usually calm self seemingly so undone. A smirk tugs at her slips and she deliberately presses harder against your clit. That action timed with one seemingly deep thrust of her fingers sends you over. 

Your girlfriend even more please to hear your curse her name in ecstasy. 

Breathlessly, you rest your forehead against her shoulder. Catching her obvious action of licking you off her fingers. 

Spurned on by her action, you pull her into a bruising kiss. Your hand gripping her hip as you press ever closer. 

And you don’t even try to stop yourself from, once again, telling her,“ I love you.” 

Earning a glorious laugh from the woman who then kisses you,“ I love you too.” And god you could hear those words forever and die happy.

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[captainsourwolf]

I believe @castielspsychnerd called me “delightfully rude” for the little preview she got of this. So everyone enjoy.

*please mind the tags, I know some people don’t like these kinds of fics*

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It’s his wife’s fault. All her damn fault. She brought it up and now Link can’t stop thinking about it. A simple, stupid observance that set his pulse racing and his dick twitching in interest, and fuck if he doesn’t blame every thought that’s crossed his mind since on her.

So what if he blushed when she mentioned how pretty of a mouth Rhett has? And so what if he squirmed when she mentioned wanting to know what he tastes like? It’s not like—

Okay it’s a lot like. She said what she said and Link squirmed and blushed just at the mere mention of his best friend’s mouth. And then when she smirked and left the room he hid in the bathroom and got off quicker than he has in a long time; wrapped his hand around his rapidly swelling cock and thought of nothing but Rhett’s pretty mouth wrapped around it until he was biting his lip and cumming so hard his toes curled against the tiles.

And it’s definitely her fault he’s spread out on the bed hours later, dick hard and leaking a sticky trail down his length and on her knuckles, hands clenched in the sheets, and moaning shamelessly while she runs her mouth. She’s got her hand wrapped around his shaft, just loose and unmoving, holding him as she talks. With every murmur and tease her lips brush his skin and make his muscles shake. He moans again and she laughs, kisses the tip of his cock.

“Baby—“

Link huffs and raises his hips to try and get her mouth around him. But she won’t do it. Not yet. She’s too busy using it to drag filthy images to his mind about Rhett.

“Think he’s good at sucking a cock?” Link gasps and Christy giggles. “Such a small mouth, bet it’s nice and tight. You ever thought about it?” He chances a glance down at her, sees her flushed face and pretty eyes and tousled hair, her small hand wrapped around him; she’s smirking at him and when she sees him looking she winks.

And the thing is he has thought about it. He’s thought about it so much. More than he probably should. But he’s found himself thinking about Rhett sucking him off multiple times, often when he’s by himself or even when his wife is the one doing it. He’s wondered what it would feel like to slip his dick into that mouth, how far he could go before Rhett chokes, how nice it would be to thread his fingers through that stupid manbun and fuck Rhett’s face.

Groaning, Link jerks his hips up, tries again to get her on his cock. There’s that damn laugh again. “You gonna suck me off or keep running your mouth?” he huffs. She squeezes her hand around the base and strokes him once, twice, a third time to spread his mess around, and then she’s finally, blissfully wrapping her lips around his cockhead and running her tongue through the slit.

Link can’t remember the last time he was this wet, this horny for someone, but every little lick across his slit and every press of her tongue against that one spot under the head has him drooling an excessive amount of precum. She grins around him then sinks lower, backs off too fast and leaves him whining for more.

“Ever wondered how far he can go, baby?” Link kicks at her lightly, foot connecting with her hip. She laughs that sweet little laugh and starts stroking him slowly, languidly like she’s got all the time in the world. Link wouldn’t mind keeping it like this, just the two of them because they have the house to themselves, but he’d also really like to cum; feels like she’s been teasing him for hours. “Have you?”

Link moans softly, throwing an arm across his face as he blushes. “Yeah, yeah, I have,” he mutters. Her hand speeds up at his admission and she rubs her thumb across the head the way he likes, then she’s taking him in again; sinks as low as she can and hollows her cheeks on the way back. Link tangles his free hand in her hair and guides her the way he wants. He knows how much she can take and if he closes his eyes he can almost imagine it’s Rhett’s curls he’s holding onto and Rhett’s willing mouth he’s thrusting into.

They stay that way for a few moments, Link’s moans getting higher and louder. She sucks him hard and groans around him and uses her other hand to play with his balls. He squirms, she dips lower, pressing a knuckle into his taint briefly then lower still where she runs her index finger around his hole.

“I know you’ve fingered yourself thinkin’ about him, lord knows I have,” she starts, eyebrow raising in a challenge—don’t judge me. Link chokes on his protest; there’s no denying it, she knows everything about him, almost as well as Rhett does. “Think he can do it better? Better than me, even?”

Link whines high and loud and threads his fingers through his hair, holding on tightly as she leaves a trail of kisses on his inner thighs and the length of his cock and then she’s disappearing. She leans across the bed to the nightstand and grabs the almost-empty bottle of lube.

“He’s got such thick fingers, baby, I bet they’d feel real nice stretching you open.” Link swallows around a moan, hips rocking. The cap pops open and then she’s got one slick finger up against his hole, smearing the lube around his skin before pressing in with just the tip. “How many could you take?”

She doesn’t give him time to even think of a comeback before she’s slipping her finger in the rest of the way, easy and slow, and licking his cock from the base to the head. Link jerks and groans, heart hammering away in his chest, precum pooling on his belly. Another quiet laugh then she’s pulling her finger out and applying more lube; she comes back with two fingers this time and her mouth sinking down his cock.

It’s too much all at once. He’s torn between enjoying the sensation of his wife blowing him and fingering him at the same time, and thinking about it being Rhett instead. God his mouth would be wonderful but his fingers would probably feel even better; one, two, three of them fucking Link open the same way she’s doing, brushing his prostate teasingly, stroking harder on every pass and driving him closer and closer to bliss. Link tries to focus on who’s actually here, yet his mind still wanders.

She started it after all. So really it’s also her fault he can’t stop thinking about Rhett. What would his fingers feel like? His mouth? The wet heat of him and the thickness of his fingers in tandem could get Link off faster than her, he just knows it. And fuck what about his cock? Rhett’s so big everywhere. Link would be so damn full and stretched and can just imagine the slick heat of him, taking care to go nice and slow and then fucking Link through the mattress—

Link’s cumming, surprised and fast, right into her mouth with a strangled moan, hand winding into her hair to hold her there until he’s finished, ass clenching around her fingers. Rhett would fuck him through it, pin him down and thrust into him hard and fast till he’s fighting oversensitivity. But he knows he’d beg for Rhett to cum inside him, fill him up and let it spill out of him, and the thought has him jerking through another wave, cock dribbling out a weak stream onto her tongue.

With a whine he slips from Christy’s mouth and she pulls her fingers out. Link feels her settling on top of him, thighs squeezing around his hips to get his attention. He looks up at her, at the pretty pink pout of her mouth and the bit of cum and spit at the corner and her mess of blonde hair, and grins.

“Feelin’ good right about now?” She grins back and pats his sweaty chest. Link giggles and sits up on his elbows. “As hard as you just came, I hope you’re feelin’ better than good.”

A blush heats up his cheeks. She wiggles and grabs his chin, tilting his head up for a kiss. He’ll give her as many kisses as she wants if it means they do that again. When she goes to sit back Link tangles fingers in her hair and pulls her back down, kissing her deeper and harder.

“Your turn?” Link murmurs, other hand trailing down her front and finding the waistband of her panties. She stays for a second, lets him dip his fingertips underneath the fabric, lets him get close enough to make her shiver, but she sighs and grabs his wrist.

“I’m going to clean up. Take care of things myself.” She says it simply as she rolls off of him and to the edge of the bed. “Maybe later we can revisit this. You’re not the only one that’s noticed how hot your best friend is. Or his wife.” Link chokes out a quiet moan and flops back to the bed; his cock gives a valiant effort at rallying but remains completely spent on his thigh.

“I’m gonna hold you to it,” Link says and delivers a light swat to her hip. Her laugh makes his belly flutter and his pulse quicken again. He watches her grab her robe from the floor before standing and heading for their bathroom.

“Oh and don’t forget,” she turns at the door, a sly smile on her lips and winks, “the McLaughlins are coming over for dinner later.”

Link just grabs a pillow and tries to smother himself with it.

[muertawrites]

Take Care of Him (Sokka x Reader)

Summary: When you first start dating Sokka, Katara tells you to take care of him - little does she know how wrong that suggestion is.

Word Count: 1,500

Author’s Note: This is sorta dumb and disjointed and reads more like an imagine than anything, but Sokka is my quiet, comfortable, domestic fantasy and he genuinely deserves more love, so 🤷‍♀️. The guy is made of 100% organic husband material and I stand by that statement (there’s a reason every girl in the four nations wanted him).

~ Muerta

“Take care of him.”

That’s what Katara told you when she found out you were dating her brother. You knew that, despite being younger, she felt very responsible for him - she was the only parental figure he had after Hakoda left to fight against the Fire Nation in the war, and spent most of their teenage years looking after him. But what you chose not to tell her was that, because they both grew up faster than they needed to, it was Sokka who often took care of you.

You noticed it first not long after you’d met. He was on Kyoshi Island helping his father form alliances with the warriors, and (oddly enough) his ex-girlfriend and your friend Suki introduced the two of you. Being the daughter of the mayor, you spent much of the next few days together, becoming fast friends and enjoying each other’s company. You took a walk along an ocean cliff with him one afternoon, and he made sure that he was the one walking closest to the edge, putting himself between you and any danger that might come to you. Even then, it took a while longer for you to realize he had a crush on you.

The next few times he visited, Sokka was much more attentive. If you ever looked or acted out of character, he immediately asked you a million questions - had you eaten today? Had you drank enough water? How did you sleep last night? Here, let him put his hand on your forehead and make sure it wasn’t a fever. Was something wrong? Did you want to talk about it? The interrogation should have been annoying, but it only made him more endearing to you. You were always honest with him, allowing him to care for you when you needed it and assuring him of your safety when he worried himself into a frenzy.

When he came to Kyoshi Island a fifth time, he asked you to come with him on his travels as an ambassador for the Southern Water Tribe. You sat with him on the beach one night, comfortable around the low flames of what had once been a bonfire, and he took both your hands and told you that he loved you.

“I want you with me,” he said, “and I think you could be a strong voice for Kyoshi Island among other global leaders. I don’t want to keep missing you like I do.”

You didn’t know what you wanted to do; all you knew was that your heart was with him. So, when it came time for him to leave once again, you bid your friends and family goodbye, following Sokka wherever the need took him and finally seeing the amazing places he told you about for yourself.

Of course, Sokka being Sokka, he barely let you out of his sight for the first few weeks you were together - even getting you comfortable on the ship was a process.

“You should room near the center of the ship,” Sokka told you, “and I don’t want my room to be too far; you’ve never sailed before so if you get sick I want to be able to be there for you.”

You laughed at him, taking his face in your hands and pecking his lips.

“Sokka, I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “We won’t be at sea for too long between stops. I’ll be okay.”

(You did end up getting sick the first part of the trip, and he did end up sleeping in your room most nights because of it, but he never once said a single “I told you so” - he was too busy fussing over how much food you were able to keep down.)

In foreign cities, Sokka kept you as close as possible. He always took you to all his favorite places, sharing in your excitement of seeing the world for the first time, but made sure that if he wasn’t there to watch out for you, somebody else he trusted was. You didn’t mind it, since you never went anywhere alone for safety’s sake anyway and, if worse came to worst, you knew how to handle yourself, but there were times when his hovering and worrying did get the best of you.

(“Sokka, I’m literally going down the street to the Jasmine Dragon. I don’t need a chaperone.”

“Not everyone in the Fire Nation is kind to outsiders! They still have a lot of hang ups!”

“I’m dressed in Fire Nation clothes, and General Iroh owns the place. I have as much protection as I need.”

“No, it doesn’t feel safe. Let me ask one of the guards to take you, it’s too far.”

“Sokka, it’s three blocks!!”)

Despite his tendency to be smothering, one of your favorite things about him was his willingness and ferocity to stand up for you when certain dignitaries didn’t take you seriously. You ran into this most often in the Northern Water Tribe, where many members of the government still didn’t believe a woman could speak to the needs of her people, let alone make up a group of elite warriors far more skilled than even some of the world’s bending-based armies. Most of these conflicts ended fairly quickly, as you took no time nor were you timid in securing your place as a leader for the island of Kyoshi, but one incident in which a Water Tribe advisor made the mistake of belittling you in front of your beloved didn’t end well.

“At the end of the day, you and the Kyoshi Warriors are just a group of little girls,” the man sneered. “I’m surprised your father would even let his daughter leave with a man who didn’t know how to properly control his woman.”

“Don’t speak to her like she’s a slave,” Sokka snarled, standing up out of his seat. “She isn’t mine to control - I asked her to come with me because she’s intelligent, and strong enough to overcome the ignorance of people like you. I’m surprised your mother never taught you how to properly control yourself, but that probably explains why you’re in your sixties and still unmarried.”

The entire meeting hall fell into a silent shock, the only sound being that of the single woman among the advisors trying to swallow her laughter. You later apologized to the man on Sokka’s behalf, but made sure to grind in your heels by being as dignified as possible; you made it very clear that you were apologizing for his outburst, and not for any of the criticism he dealt in your defense. If your reputation weren’t on the line, it would’ve been very evident just how worked up Sokka’s heated, angry chivalry in the face of assholes like the Northern men got you.

All of that being said, it didn’t surprise you that Sokka was extremely careful about having sex with you. He was experienced (if only a little) and was very aware that he would be your first, and was therefore cautious about your comfort in every aspect of your physical relationship. Even before your first actual romp with him, he asked your permission for anything new that happened between you; by the time you finally did get around to having sex, you were kind of over the consideration, even though you appreciated it.

You were both completely naked, sprawled out on the floor of your shared bedroom, his hands at your hips and your arms wrapped around his neck in a wanton, passionate embrace, and he still wanted absolute confirmation that you were okay with what was unfolding.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes,” you told him. “Absolutely sure.”

“You know there’s no going back once we do this? And you’re okay with that?”

“Yes. One hundred percent.”

He gently pushed your thighs apart, completely exposing you as he peppered kisses across your neck and chin.

“Still good?” he asked.

“Yes. Still good.”

“Okay. I’m just going to do this really, really slowly-”

“Sokka just fuck me already!!”

When you were alone, Sokka would sometimes apologize for his protective behavior; most often at night, when you were curled in each other’s arms, laying on the fringes of a deep, peaceful sleep.

“I’m sorry I act the way I do,” he would whisper. “I’m just so afraid of something happening to you.”

“I know,” you whispered back, lips pressed to his neck or collarbone. “Nothing will happen to me, though. I love you for caring so much about me; nobody’s ever bothered to do that before.”

You were reminded of Katara’s comment any time Sokka did what he did best. She seemed so concerned, like she could tell that her brother was serious about his feelings for you but unable to support you the way a good lover should. Sometimes you wanted to tell her how wrong she was, but you knew it was obvious just from the way Sokka looked at you. He didn’t need you to take care of him - his heart was set on taking care of you.

[grabthemhorns-old]

Leviathan’s NSFW alphabet - Obey Me!

Had a little inspiration for him today, and a few requests, so here y’all go. Lets Lewd the Otaku uwu

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- Levi has always been one to seek validation, comfort and reassurance afterwards from his partner, no matter the role he took - and with you, it’s no different. Little questions of ‘was that okay?’, ‘are you okay?’ whisper against your ears. ‘Did it feel good?’ touches your neck and you laugh, only to see him duck his head, embarrassed. But you quickly vanquish his doubts with a kiss and touch, smothering his insecurities until all he feels is your body wrapped around him again.  He’s clingy, needy, and talks a lot, sometimes to himself as you drift off to sleep, curling to sleep how you like. He’s very much one to work around you. How you want to sleep, to move, to relax - or not - after sex. Once, he’s been reassured. 

He also enjoys playing some lazy games on his phone with you, or just next to you afterwards for a wind down. He likes to draw out your afterwards as long as possible, and sometimes into some aftersex too. A gentle finger, a stroke of his tail, wrapped around your cock. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-There’s little about his body that Levi actually likes, especially when in human form. He feels there’s nothing special there. Why would you even look twice when you have six brothers who are a thousand times more attractive than him? But...when in demon form, his confidence grows. He feels more himself, relaxed, intimidating, and dare he even think it - sexy? He likes all his demonic features; from the jagged horns, to the patches of scales, more intense on his hands, stomach and legs; to his reptilian eyes and tongue; and his most favourite part - his tail. It’s long - almost nine foot - with opalescent scales, so smooth beneath your touch, that please oh please run your hand along. There are days he feels like nothing still, when in his demon visage. But when you come along, you try and make those days quieter. -Levi is a chest man - no matter the gender. He loves all of them no matter the size. He’ll smother them in affection, attention, being stimulated himself by touching them and seeing what his touch does to you. If they’re big enough to give a titty wank - do it.  -Also, Levi loves feet. This has trickled down in keeping his own feet in good and healthy condition to match what he desires in others. He loves to wash your feet, to later them in cream, longingly rolling his thumb over the skin as he pulls soft moans from you. Eventually, he’ll kiss them if you want. Suck your toes. Beg you for a foot job. Ask to come over your feet, covering them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

-When Levi cums, there’s a lot. More so than anyone else you’ve been with, or seen. Also, with his demon form being what it is, it’s bioluminescent. He loves to see it paint your skin and really, really has a thing for finishing on your body. Anywhere. But especially your chest, face and in special occasions, feet.  

-Levi can come a lot during a session. More than you probably expect.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- This boy has a lot of dirty secrets. But one, is that he likes to quietly jack off while on the phone. He’s good at keeping quiet, because he sometimes does it too when on voice chat.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- Levi is no virgin, he knows what to do. But he maybe hasn’t had as many partners as some of his brothers, and it gets to him sometimes. He feels like he’s making up for that with watching and reading enough porn and hentai, though. It’s not all about learn as you do, right?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- Levi likes to see you. To look into your eyes when you or him are getting fucked. Part of it is he’s always wanted to see someones face to read their expressions, to know they’re being honest with their body language, and part of that insecurity bleeds into his sex life. Reassure the boy everything is fucking great.  -You on top - if he’s being sub or dom - is one of his favourites. It’s versatile, hot af, and he can rub his hands all over your chest and watch his cum spill out of you and all over him. -But on the flip side, fucking/pegging him in the ass, with his face down onto the pillow, biting it to shreds with his fangs, tail up, wrapped around your waist, keeping you steady, sometimes encouraging - or even pulling you into rhythm - is an absolute favourite of his.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- Levi can be awkward a lot of the time and it can turn into goofy and humorous, more than serious. Especially the longer you’re together and he becomes more relaxed, being able to laugh more at himself when he’s awkward and fumbly.  - Also, a lot of your sexual activities with him lend themselves to the more goofy side. Cosplay, roleplay, your dynamic with his foot and tit fetish - you both end up having a lot of fun. You laugh a lot with Levi during sex. And one morning when he’s eating you out and you knock his horns with your leg and he slips off the bed and you try and catch him but then you both end up on the floor in a tumble of limbs, laughing together, so relaxed, you can barely believe it’s the same demon you first met who could barely look at you without blushing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- It varies with Levi. He’s often smooth, taking inspiration from the porn and hentai he watches. But Levi is also lazy, so he lets it grow out a lot too. When you both get together, he’s smooth, wanting to appear his best for you. He’ll ask you what you want, and you’ll ask him what he wants. And after that, he lets it grow out, a soft, trimmed, blue bush sitting above his cock.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- You can feel Levi’s intensity, you can see his intimacy, but he tries to shy away. To pull it back. To lock it away because he doesn’t deserve it; or if he shows too much, you’ll run away. Levi doesn’t know where the middle ground is or where to stand. You both give him time to figure it out, and encourage him to show - to pull away that hand that covers his face a little bit more; to let you hear the muffled mumbles that he speaks into the pillow instead of your ears. He whispers them against your shoulder one time instead, and you catch a few of his strained, gentle, romantic words.  Levi slowly opens up, and he’s an expressive lover. Hands and touches and looks - especially looks - and smiles and laughter and lip bites and tail twitches. When his words are lost against your skin, his body speaks for him instead.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- Levi masturbates a lot. And it doesn’t really change when he’s with you. He likes to do it with you too. He’s also into the thrill of you catching him masturbating, so he’ll do it close to when you’re to come home, or in the next room to you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Roleplay. Well, of course. What weeb isn’t gonna wanna dress up as favourite characters with their partner and then fuck each other. You’re surprised at first how good Levi is at the roleplay. But he’s really good at playing a character - someone that isn’t him? He can do that - and do it well. He has a lot of fun with roleplay, dipping into his cosplay collection and also helping you make/buy outfits and cosplay if you want, or simply get into character if you don’t want to dress up. He has the imagination.  With roleplay comes master/mistress play. Levi really enjoys this, especially being in the submissive role. He doesn’t have a preference of what outfits or toys or restraints - if any - to wear. He likes the master/mistress to decide that for him. He wants to take it outside the bedroom one day and let you have complete control over the entire day and his actions. But he’s not quite got the courage for that yet.  Levi also enjoys playing out some rather niche scenarios in roleplay. The darker the better. This guy reads darkfic and has problematic fantasies that he loves to consensually act out with his loving and supportive partner. -Degradation and humiliation. I mean, this one is canon.  But Levi, naked, on your floor, as you enact your seal so you refuse to let him go into demon form even though you feel so much how he wants to. You refuse him. Making sure he sees you use his seal - and feel it. You kneel down before him, fully clothed. Close enough to touch. But he can’t, because he’s pinned in place by the pins of the pact. But your gaze is enough to hold him.  Slowly, you begin to unfasten your shirt, making sure he watches. Every movement, listening to you breathe, watching as you lick a lip.  “You’re disgusting,” you whisper, so close he can taste the sugar on your lips. “Look at you, in that human flesh, begging to show the scales you don’t deserve.” You spit on his face. He flinches, wide eyed, wondrous. Closer, you lean closer, until you lick his cheek, letting your spit fall down the other.  -Feet - I touched on this above. But yeah. Levi’s into feet. Especially beautifully manicured. He’ll do it for you. And take his time. Make him do it for you in master/mistress play. -Smothering - sit on his fucking face until he can’t breathe. He wants to feel like he’s going to pass out while pleasuring you - while giving you all he can. He particularly enjoys doing this while waiting to see how long he can last until his demon form comes out to help him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- Anywhere that you both have complete privacy. Levi is almost up for anything as long as he is away from prying eyes that might mock him or see his ugly body.  He loves to do it on your bed. To cover your bed with you both; to smell your scent while you spit humiliation into his ear; to see you claw your sheets while he fucks you raw.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- There isn’t much Levi needs to get him going. A brush against his leg; pushing aside his bangs, your fingers lingering; your laugh too close and your breath tickles his neck; you bend over. He’s just a simple man.  But, he’s also very stimulated auditorily. The shifts in your voice; the way it changes tone or depth depending on where you are, or how close you are; your laugh; the pitch of your voice when you’re angry; the drawl when you’re sleepy on the phone; the roll of your rs; that soft little hmm you do without realising.  Also, he attaches songs to you - and also moments.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- Being made to do most of the work from a closed off partner. Levi needs that give and take, back and forth. Please tell him what is working, if he’s doing good, what you like. Feedback, feedback. Silence is a turn off to Levi. He wants noise; he wants words; he wants to know how you feel!!

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- Levi prefers to receive, only mostly because he’s insecure about his skill in giving. He gives his all when he does though, looking up to catch your eyes, his own watering as he takes as much of you in as he can, again, again; drawing a tongue slowly against your wet flesh as he listens carefully for your moans - the right moans.  Also - Levi has nothing to worry about when he’s giving you oral in demon form. He has an extra long, flexible tongue that can split at the tip. You’ve never felt anything like it. -You’d think he might have shame about how much cum he spills when he orgasms, but it’s one of the things that he loves, seeing so much of it fill your mouth - too much - it won’t fit. It spills out over your lips, marring your chin and cheeks. You try not to cough. You swallow and he watches the bob of your throat - several - as you drink him in.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- Levi has a pretty even mix of everything - maybe leaning toward fast and rough a bit more.  He would be faster and rougher more often if he wasn’t afraid of losing control too much or hurting you in his demon form - especially more at the start. But he learns to trust himself and you more, and gives you both what you want. There are times when his jealousy takes over and he is rough as all hell, dominating you, making sure he marks you and claims you. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- Levi, getting flustered really easily, doesn’t always do so well with quickies. He can get distracted by getting caught by his brothers, other students. It can affect him in that he’ll either cum really quickly, or unable to at all.  His quickies usually amount to fingering or a hand job at the most. Something that can be stopped/hidden easily. If neither of you can satiate yourselves or give in to your quickie desire, later on when you both get together, Levi is just about ready to explode. At times like that, he finds it much easier to take control. And sometimes, you will purposely nudge and push him toward wanting a quickie at RAD or in public or somewhere you know he’ll say no, just so that later when you’re both alone, he’ll be just like this. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- Levi is well up for experimenting. There is so much he wants to try and do and honestly, there is little he won’t do - but you are mostly the one to initiate. He will gently try and nudge his desires through memes and texts or sending silly links eg, look at this weird normie shit, no-one would do this lmaoaslaskdal ...........unless?

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

-Levi is initially a bit nervous to unleash his full demon stamina. And it hinders him at first as every time you’re both sexual initially, he can’t control unleashing his demon self, no matter how much he tries to push it down and hold it back. He’s nervous to hurt you and worried you’ll be afraid of him - or find it disgusting - when seeing how different he is to you. He’ll also worry that you might worry about not being able to keep up with him. It takes a long time for you to coax these worries out of him. It happens over a very late night texting session, and ends in some very tender, long and sensual morning sex. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- Oh yes. Levi has a fun collection of themed fleshlights and some stimulation toys that he’s experimented with. It took him a while to bring up the topic of using toys together - he especially wants you to use toys on him.  uwu please peg him oh hell peg the fuck out of him.  You both end up having a lot of fun shopping for toys for your collection as he’d only had some that he could really use on himself - not couples/shared/ones you could use on him, so it’s been fun expanding the toys for you both. Especially finding some themed ones that you can both enjoy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- Levi has a love/hate relationship with being teased, purely because of how easily flustered he gets. But he does enjoy teasing a lot - especially with sexting. He won’t really do a lot of physical teasing in public. Maybe a hand drawing up and down your spine; sitting extra close to you, legs crossed, his foot brushing against yours; the tip of his tail rubbing lightly against your waist at breakfast - really small stuff.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- Levi isn’t consistently loud, but he has loud bursts. Yells, yelps, growls, gasps. Otherwise, he tries to muffle himself with a hand, your hand, or his own tail. That’s probably one of his fav things. Stuffing his own mouth with his tail. Especially if you do it to him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- Levi is really good at sexting. Like, really good. He does a lot of ERP (erotic role play), and eventually he opens up about it to you and shows you some of his OCs from his favourite animes/games that he RPs with. You realise he’s really creative and actually damn good at writing smut.  It’s also because he can detach himself from it. He’s playing a role - in both the RP and sexting - but also be able to get extremely horny from it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

-I’m going to give you two monster cock options for Mr Otaku. One a bit more tame than the other. Enjoy.

a:There’s a concentration of dark, opalescent scales at Levi’s stomach, and they extend down to his cock. But they’re smooth - unlike Satan’s. It makes his cock a bit harder than most human cocks you’re used to though. It’s like an hourglass shape, but not as pronounced - and quite long. Between the scales, the veins glow with bio-luminescence - more so the closer he is to climax. 

b:He’s shy at first. Really shy every time you reach to his crotch, every time your hand slips behind his waist band, scratching against his skin, the patches of scales luring you in. You expected as such - this is Levi. But before he lets you touch his hard cock, he pauses, and it moves.  The bulge against his trousers shifts to the side away from your hand. But you just want to know more.  As his clothes unravel, you see why. A cock, hard, bluey, purple, echoing the sheen of his scales, twitches against his stomach - but it’s twisted together from three. Three tentacles wound tightly together that you run your fingers along, feeling their heat.  They’re solid in this form, the veins of his bio-luminescence twisting around the shape. You ask to see all three and with a touch, they unravel, caressing your hand - warm and wanting and softer - exploring you, as much as you explore them.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- His sex drive is fairly high, but he doesn’t feel the need to act on it all the time. Levi is just happy to be next to you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

- Levi is often pretty wired after sex so it takes him a while to fall asleep usually after. He’ll happily hold you in his arms until you fall asleep, and sometimes he will fall asleep too, or casually play on his phone/handheld to unwind.  Or sometimes, he’ll just lie there and watch you sleep, trying not to think of the seconds, the minutes that tick away of your human life. He doesn’t want to sleep ever again, while you breathe.

[sondepoch]

First Flight (Mammon x Reader)

On the rooftop, under the stars and the beautiful evening sky, you can’t help but wonder what it feels like to fly. And truly the perfect lover, Mammon decides to show you.

~Oneshot

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It would be freezing, if not for Mammon's arms.

Or maybe not freezing, exactly. It's not quite the hour where the Devildom descends into the true depths of its chills—midnight still lurking four long hours away—but it's definitely cold, as these nights in hell do tend to get. The breeze is crisp, the wind biting sharply at your ears every time it manages to wedge its nimble touch between your and Mammon's bodies, but the demon always readjusts his hold around you whenever such a thing happens. As such, you find comfort even in these low temperatures, leaning peacefully into the arms of the man holding you so snugly.

The beginnings of a particularly strong wind echo from the north, and you instinctively curl deeper into Mammon's embrace, feeling safe only when he loops his arms around you tighter.

"Ya sure you're not cold?" The demon asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper as he continues to rest his head on your shoulder. "We can't run from Lucifer forever, ya know."

"We can try," You murmur, smiling softly to yourself as your rest your head against Mammon's. "Or we can at least wait till he cools down and realizes that a few failed tests aren't the end of the world." You shift your head just the slightest, pressing your lips to Mammon's jaw. "And no, I'm not cold. Not with you here, at least."

The demon laughs at that, a beautiful sound that you've come to cherish in your time in the Devildom. "Okay," He mumbles, running his hands along your arms, fingers squeezing gently over every patch of exposed skin. "Just let me know if ya wanna head back inside."

It's really not necessary, you think.

Yes, the outside temperature is chilly, only getting colder with each passing second. But the blood that runs through Mammon's veins is hot as hellfire itself, and his embrace is like a furnace that has wrapped itself around your body, pulling you into its lap so that it can smother you in heat and affection and love.

You lean your head back, savoring Mammon's warmth, gazing up at the sky as you do so.

"It's not fair," You pout, glancing up.

"Huh?" Mammon asks. "What's not?"

"The sky," You mumble, slightly dejected. "It's so pretty. Way prettier than the human world sky."

"Ya know what's even prettier than the sky?" Mammon asks, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously at you. You roll your eyes at that, opting not to comment on the fact that this is probably the most basic and overdone compliment he could have thought of—but as usual, the demon surprises you: "Me," Mammon declares proudly, grinning.

You give him a firm whack on the shoulder for that.

Settling back in his arms, you continue glancing at the sky (internally promising yourself to never comment on how pretty it is again) and turn your gaze to the stars. The constellations here are different from those in the human world, and they seem to have some sort of hypnotic pattern that makes it impossible to stop staring at them once you've started.

"I like the stars," You finally say, your voice coming out soft.

"The stars?" Mammon questions incredulously, as if he had forgotten that they're up there. He glances up abruptly, his hair tickling you just the slightest as he does so, and a soft oh escaping his lips is all you need to hear to know that he's equally mesmerized by them, even if he appears to have never glanced up at them before.

"Did ya know each star up there is a city in the Celestial Realm?"

"Really?"

"Really."

A sigh of wonder escapes you, and the geometric pattern to the supposed constellations suddenly makes sense. You can identify the busy districts, where there are lots of cities and lots of angels living close together—as well as what must be the more rural regions, where stars are far between and far apart.

"I wonder what it's like…"

"Hm?" Mammon asks, nudging your shoulder.

"Nothing," You say, chuckling to yourself. "It was stupid." And impractical, you add in your head.

"Nah, tell me," Mammon urges. "What is it? Are ya wondering what it's like to be up there?"

"Not exactly," You mumble, glancing at the stars again. "Just...thinking about what it must be like to be close."

"Close to the stars?" Mammon asks. "Ya mean flying?"

Your lack of a response is an answer in itself.

"I told you it was stupid," You mutter halfheartedly, now glancing at your knees, which are tangled with Mammon's own legs. "Imagine how cold it must be up there if it's like this here. I'd probably catch pneumonia or something."

"Eh?" Mammon glances at you, his eyes incredulous. "What're ya talking about? Maybe that's what it's like in the human world, but here in the Devildom, the higher you go, the warmer it gets."

"...What?" You ask suspiciously, almost not believing it. But the earnest look in Mammon's eye, coupled with the fact that it does make rational sense, given that the heavens, the lands of the eternal sun, are directly above the Devildom, manages to convince you.

"Then…"

You let your voice trail off, letting the silence speak for you instead, the unspoken question going unheard by all except the demon staring down at you expectantly.

"You wanna know what it's like to fly?" Mammon asks softly, and you feel his muscles tense in anticipation.

"Yes," You mumble, and that's all it takes for the demon to respond, instantly pulling your body up with one arm wrapped around your waist while he shifts into his demon form. You don't bother commenting on the inhuman display of strength, already so used to Mammon's overwhelming (but rather concealed) power. It's only when the demon commands you to jump that you flinch back, hesitant.

"What?" Mammon asks, his eyebrows furrowing cutely. "How else did ya expect this to happen? Come on, jump, and hurry up, otherwise you'll catch a cold or somethin'."

Hesitant as you are, you can't argue with Mammon's logic, and you reluctantly jump, legs only pushing you a few inches off the ground. Still, that's enough for Mammon, because in seconds, his body is dipped down, one arm hooking itself under your knees and the other gripping firmly around your shoulder, and then he's pushed himself off the roof, and the two of you are actually up and in the air.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips the second the realization hits you, and you instinctively wrap your arms around Mammon's neck, holding on tightly, as if he'll drop you at any second.

"Shh," Mammon whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I'm with ya. And I ain't gonna let go."

In the end, it's another kiss from Mammon that soothes your nerves, and slowly, very slowly, you gain the courage to unbury your head from his chest to look at the world around you.

Another gasp escapes your lips, but this time, it's a sound of wonder rather than fear.

Mammon's pace is slow, hardly anything impressive, but he's already flying higher than the breezes of the Devildom. You can see the whole RAD campus spread out beneath you, from Diavolo's palace to the sports fields, from the gigantic enchantment circles etched into the ground on the west side to the recreational district on the East, where demons glance up to look at the moving figures in the sky.

"It's amazing," You mumble, relaxing more and more in Mammon's arms as he flies higher, and you're not sure if it's the slow fading of iciness from the temperature or your increasing amazement of the world spread beneath you that has you growing so comfortable so readily.

"Wait till we get even higher," The demon says, his charming smile flashing toothily down at you.

"I can't imagine things getting any better than this," You confess, gradually working up the confidence to unhook your arms from around Mammon's neck. As you do so, it seems to send a silent message to the demon that you're finally getting used to being so high up, and he grins, picking up his pace.

By the time you've completely detached your arms from his neck, thrusting them freely into the sky with overjoyed laughter, Mammon is flying upward at full speed, his fluffy white hair tumbling back and forth over his forehead as his body pulls you closer to the stars you were gazing at so longingly, the demon bringing you as close to the heavens as he possibly can.

Glancing down, the Devildom is nothing more than a series of lights: each one spread out just as stunningly as you had considered the Celestial stars to be. You're still closer to hell than you are the heavens, so you can make out the generic features of the Devildom; the closeness makes it looks less like a sky and more like a dark ocean with patches of brightness—but it's still stunning in every way.

"Beautiful," You mumble, and suddenly, you're not sure where to look. Up, at the heavens? Down, at the Devildom? Maybe somewhere in the middle, like the beautiful, crystal horizon that decorates the space in between?

In the end, it's Mammon you end up staring at—utterly mesmerized by the way his eyes, flecked with gold, seem to shine as brightly as the stars while he pulls you ever closer to them, his excitement at bringing you the joy of seeing this sight mirroring your own for bearing witness to it in the first place.

You hardly notice when he slows his pace, when the air has turned warm against your skin, when your bodies no longer cut through the air like a knife but instead glide peacefully, beginning to hover in place as Mammon nudges you gently.

"Hey," He mumbles, somewhat sheepish as he calls your name. "I can't…"

I can't fly any higher than this.

You understand instantly, relieving your lover from having to finish that sentence by sealing his lips with a tender kiss, connecting with him in your favorite way as your hands find his cheeks.

"We'll go back," You declare calmly, resting your forehead against the demon's. The last thing you want is for Mammon to bear the tragedy of Icarus, for him to have to fall again on your account.

"You don't want to stay here longer?" The demon teases, shifting his hold on you so that one of his hands can go up to play with your hair.

"I do," You mumble, grinning cheekily. "Believe me, Mammon, this is amazing. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've thought about asking you to fly me up here and—"

"What?"

The word is short, but it seems to puncture the air, deflating the soft bliss that had been lurking in Mammon's eyes. Now replaced by it is a more desperate sort of emotion, something lurking halfway between a disappointed sense of understanding and a docile sadness that you hate seeing in Mammon's eyes.

The demon moves instantly, shifting your position so that he's holding you upright and you're nearly standing in the air, if not for the way Mammon's arms hold you snug at the waist. Yet the grip is meant to be more solemn than intimate, a fact punctuated by the upset look in the demon's eyes.

Mammon breathes your name softly, in a tone you're all too familiar with, and you instantly know why he's upset.

"I've told you," He murmurs, quiet. "You can ask me these things. I want you—no, I need you to be greedy with me. If you want anything—anything at all—I want you to tell me. I'll get you anything—everything—if you want it, okay?" The demon frowns, as if he's not sure that his words are getting through to you.

You sigh softly, pressing your forehead to Mammon's as you raise a hand to cup his cheek in apology. "I know. I'm sorry. I just...wasn't sure whether you would like the idea of flying me around, you know?"

"Babe," Mammon says, and his tone is a little lighter, his lips curving up into a ghost of a smile. "If you're with me, I'd enjoy anything."

You giggle softly at this, leaning forward to press your lips to Mammon's once more, savoring the way he pulls you closer. On instinct, you lift your legs to wrap them around his waist, holding yourself up even as you stretch your arms over his neck, leaning back with a smile.

"Then, can I be greedy and ask you for one more thing?"

"Of course," Mammon says. "Always."

"Stay with me," You mumble, pulling the demon into a hug. You close your eyes, leaning your head on his shoulders as you simply savor the sensation of everything around you: the warm air that kisses the edge of the Devildom as it presses down on your skin, Mammon's arms, holding you up so protectively, the overwhelming sensation of love as the demon wrapped around you nestles his head in the crook of your shoulder, listening carefully to your every word. "Right here. For just a little longer."

"Of course," Mammon whispers, and then he's pulled you even closer such that the space between your bodies has disappeared, leaving room for nothing but more affection as he hugs you tight.

And it's here, on the verge of the Devildom and on the brink of the heavens, that you and Mammon forget all the nuances of life, all the irritating things that bind you to reality. Here, up in the sky, lost between two realms, the two of you are free. Free to enjoy each other's company without distractions, free to love each other without thinking about those watching, free to hover in the sky and kiss and hug and kiss some more until it's just an endless cycle of showering each other in love and praise until it really does seem like there's nothing else.

This will hardly be the last time the two of you come up here.

No, this first flight has broken a barrier that the two of you will venture past every night from here on out, eternally seeking the peaceful bliss of isolation, the bliss of forgetting everyone except each other.

And while you know that you absolutely should head back now, that the other brothers must be looking for you both and that there's school tomorrow, you can't help but give in to greed, give in to temptation.

Because with Mammon holding you so tight, on the verge of begging you to be more and more greedy with him, you don't think you can ever ask him to let go, to stop, to bring you back down to the Devildom when there's such peace in the sky.

The demon feels the exact same way, you know. The utterly content sighs that escape his mouth are a testament to that truth, and you're certain that he never wants to leave this place, this tranquility.

And so in the face of such overwhelming desire, you opt to forget about all your responsibilities, all the obligations which should compel you back to the ground.

And you kiss Mammon one more time, losing yourself in the feeling of his touch, his love, in the feeling of him.

Just this once, you'll forget. You'll be reckless, and you'll let yourself stay here for as long as you want.

Just this once, you promise yourself.

But now that the door to temptation has been open, you've tasted the sweetness of greed, experienced how utterly wonderful it feels to give in. And while you swear to yourself that you'll be more responsible next time, that you'll come back on time in the future, you've already exposed yourself too much. And when next time rolls around, you'll make the same decision: to be greedy and to forget everyone but Mammon in this haven in the sky, giving in to nothing but the temptation of his love.

And the demon smiles as he understands this, feeling it in the fervor of your kisses, the want in your touches, the open desire in the way you tug his hair.

Mammon responds instantly. Kissing you deeper, he angles his lips against yours and presses his fingers around your thighs, his strong grip slowly sliding upward until he's holding your bottom with nothing but joy as he understands that, at last, you've embraced greed. Embraced him.

And Mammon smiles.

He wouldn't have it any other way.

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[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

"Remember when you told me that Demetri was always going to be your only friend?"

Her tone was sharp and Eli felt obliged to avoid her gaze, staring at his hands instead.

"I do."

"Yeah well, Demetri's mother called me to tell that someone broke his arm and she doesn't know who did it."

His silence was almost as loud as a scream.

"I know who did it. I didn't know the reason though, but then I saw those Cobra Kai kids with you outside and I put it together. You have a bunch of new friends now, don't you?"

Eli glanced at his mother and regretted it instantly, she almost looked as if she was talking to a stranger. Like she didn't knew him.

"Well, Demetri isn't your only friend now, is he?"

No.

"Was it worth it?"

No.

God, no.

Hey wow look never in my life have 142 words CRUSHED MY SOUL FASTER

This drabble punched me in the gut, grabbed my wallet, looked through it, snatched all my $20s, and then ran away mercilessly.

Legit though, it never sat quite right with me when Eli was venting to his mom in that one flashback and he just wails out “I’M NEVER GONNA HAVE ANY FRIENDS BESIDES DEMETRI!” like it’s some like...goddamn death sentence or something. Like yeah, Demetri is far from the perfect best/only friend, and he can certainly be an insensitive ass at times, but like...yo, the boy is LOYAL AF, he’s stuck with your ass and been your best friend through YEARS of bullying and tried to protect you from getting hurt, in his own little way (even if some of his efforts are kinda misguided, as they basically boil down to “just avoid engaging bullies if at all possible” and “don’t try any new activity (i.e. karate) that could cause even slight pain or discomfort and rock the boat” lol) and tried to make you laugh with dumb jokes about you being the homecoming king when NO ONE ELSE would bother, and you clearly just DON’T appreciate him??? Like the way Eli’s like “I’m never gonna have friends...besides Demetri, obviously” just reads like he’s absolutely just taking Demetri for granted and it PISSES ME OFF. Then again, I think it might just strike a nerve with me in particular, since I remember all too well being a ragingly insecure, introverted child watching my friends make other friends besides me and just being so confused and hurt, like “...am I not good enough for you?” Of course, now that I’m older I see that it’s valid to want more friends while keeping the ones you have, obviously, and I don’t think Eli was inherently wrong for wanting to expand his social circle or anything, but the way he’s just...so dismissive of Demetri’s friendship and instead focuses on crying about all the cool friends he doesn’t have just PEEVES me to no end. Like ffs, some of the kids at that school who get bullied probably have NO friends and have to tough it out alone, so maybe be like...a little more appreciative of the fact that you have a BEST FRIEND who clearly cares about you??? Again, it’s valid for Eli to want more friends--I imagine you’d get tired of only having one person your age to really talk to--but the fact that he kinda phrases this in a way that makes it sound like Demetri and their friendship is dismissable and trivial and not all that important to him has always bugged me a lot. I mean, Eli obviously DOES care about Demetri and Demetri’s opinions of him, as we see several times in the show, but like...hearing him say “I’m never gonna have any other friends besides Demetri” still makes me wince every time. STOP TALKIN BOUT MY BOY LIKE HE DOESN’T MATTER 

Yeah yeah yeah I KNOW I’m reading way too much into a simple comment okay but this statement has implications and I DO NOT like them

“Someone broke his arm and she doesn't know who did it." Oh yeah, Demetri absolutely did not tell his mom Eli broke his arm. Given how smothering and overprotective she seems (I mean, she gave him a note to take to a KARATE CLASS excusing him from EXTENSIVE ARM AND LEG MOVEMENT even though that’s ALL KARATE IS), she’d probably NEVER let Eli near him again if she knew--hell, she might even get a restraining order or make Demetri transfer schools or something. And Demetri definitely doesn’t think that’s her decision to make--and he ain’t about to give up on Good Old Eli just yet, even after everything that’s happened. Perhaps against his better judgement, he still has hope for his old friend. He just tells his mom his arm got broken by one of the newer Cobra Kai recruits, some burly thug guy he’d never seen before. He didn’t get a good look at the guy, naturally, since he was pinning his face to the ground and fled the scene almost immediately after the arm-snapping.

And oh my god how I WISH we’d gotten a scene in Season 3 where Eli’s mom just brutally calls him out like this, because god knows he needed it and it could’ve been THE wake-up call (or at least one of a few big wake-up calls) that shit...he’s getting farther away from the person he’s always been than he ever has before, and maybe...maybe it’s not a good thing after all. Maybe it’s not a good thing if his own mother barely recognizes him, if his own mother is maybe even a little scared/wary of him and what he’s become. I mean I get there was a lot going on in Season 3, and there probably wouldn’t have really been room to bring back a character as minor as Eli’s mom, but I would have loved to see her reaction to all the shit he was pulling throughout the season. She highkey seems like a helicopter parent if she’s willing to call the school over Eli being bullied, so there’s no way she was just suddenly completely disinterested in everything he was doing after school and that she didn’t at least suspect there was some sketchy shit going on. (I mean...the boy presumably came home with a MOTORCYCLE one day??? Isn’t she gonna wonder where on earth he got that??? Y’all don’t expect me to believe SHE got it for him, do you???)

Also, Demetri and Eli’s moms are absolutely friends!!! Speaking as someone who had the same group of childhood friends for like 12 years, your moms can’t NOT be friends when they’re forced to see each other that often XD It’s kinda depressing to think how much it must have hurt their moms too when they started fighting, since these women would presumably have been good friends for years at that point and now have to watch their sons, who used to be best friends, just constantly be at each other’s throats :( I love how quickly Eli’s mom puts two and two together and figures out Eli broke Demetri’s arm. Eli can’t hide SHIT from his mama haha

Also wow it’s so fucked and depressing to think that maybe, in the heat of the moment, Eli broke Demetri’s arm to LITERALLY shatter the notion of Demetri being his only friend and try to DESTROY that time completely with that arm break so he could fully embrace his new, “improved” identity as the “cool badass” with lots of awesome and formidable friends who were obviously far superior and much better for his image and his intimidation factor than nerdy little Demetri...ouch.

"Was it worth it?"

No.

God, no.

JESUS I’M SOBBING

AS SOON AS ELI HEARD THAT BONE SNAP AND SAW DEMETRI CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR CRYING HE REGRETTED ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING I AM HERE TO TELL YOU

IT WAS A BAD DAY FOR EVERYONE AND I AM GOING TO MURDER JOHN KREESE WITH MY BARE HANDS FOR SLOWLY MINDFUCKING MY BOY ELI MOSKOWITZ INTO THINKING BREAKING HIS CRUSH’S ARM WAS THE MOVE

[angelofthebau]

The Briefing After

Spencer Reid x Reader

The heat of the moment can cause actions to last a lifetime

Warnings: mention of smut, language Category:  no idea bro ok Word Count: 1220

A/N: Hello my beautiful angels and CM souls. This fic was inspired by the amazing @hopebaker‘s commentary on CM GIFS - specifically, this post here: [hyperlinked] I hope you all enjoy it, my requests are empty and open for Hotch or Reid. Could probably do a cheeky Prentiss too. Also, I’m aware that all of my fics are female reader, if anyone wants to request a gender neutral feel free to do that! This is pretty gender neutral I think. - Marley

     You knew you both weren’t thinking straight when it happened. You knew that you could never handle that second bottle of wine and Spencer couldn’t handle talking about anything to do with sex in front of you. But you still drank that second bottle of wine, and he’d still managed to bring the conversation to sex after beating you for the eighth time at poker. Well, it wasn’t exactly him creating that conversation - you were known for your innuendo-counter kind of humour and the doctor couldn’t help but rattle away statistics on whatever you’d said...and you managed to make that personal. Talking made him curious, wine made you horny.        That left you waking up in his bed the next morning, far earlier than you’d usually flutter your eyes open. Five a.m. called you, your eyes snapping open and immediately closing again with a soft wince trickling out of your lips softly, the early morning sunrise casting straight into your face and bringing a hangover forward with thunderous beating in your temples and a thirst of a desert dweller. You managed to drag yourself out of bed, barely noticing that you weren’t in your own room until you saw his clothes strewn by the bedroom door. You cast a quick glance behind you, catching him curled up in the bed. His arm cuddled his pillow from underneath, the blanket tucked under his chin but falling away from his bare back and his hair collected itself in a messy pile of honey waves just above his head.       Everything from last night flooded back to you as you crept around to gather up your own clothing, quickly pulling it on and leaving the bedroom to find water. You could hear his growls in your ears as you held a glass and filled it with water. You swore that, just for a minute, you could still feel how his skin felt against yours as you watched the sun rise higher through the window, chasing the water down to calm your flushed self.       You couldn’t stick around to see him wake up. You didn’t want the awkward conversation - or the awkward ignorance as to what happened, either. Sure, you’d see each other at work, but you wouldn’t be able to spend much time dwelling on last night’s antics if you were solving a case or drowning in paperwork. So you left, locking the door and slipping the key back under the door. You walked back to your apartment, catching small fragments of his scent that lingered on your clothes as the early morning breeze whipped through your shirt, your mind still replaying last night.        You hadn’t expected him to be the way that he was with you. You hadn’t expected him to be so...good? The man was shy, awkward, sometimes a little lost in the world as if he was barely keeping his head above the water and other times he was floating above the water itself, in his element and full control, but still a complete oddball. Truthfully, you couldn’t have imagined him in sex, he never gave anything anyway. Maybe it was the surprise of it all...or maybe, just maybe, he was just that good - that was a problem. You’d never be able to forget it if you tried. The bitter, uncomfortable truth was settling in: you wanted it to happen again. You’d never be able to look at Spencer Reid the same way ever again.       The hot shower brought you back to reality. You made your way to work, dressed and fresh with a coffee thermos in hand, loaded up on painkillers that kept the pulsing hangover at bay. You arrived an hour earlier than you were usually expected to show up, but you couldn’t distract yourself at home. For the first time ever, you desperately wanted a pile of paperwork on your desk to keep you occupied all day.       You never got that paperwork pile, but instead graced with a case file from Hotch as he caught you trailing into the bullpen, the paper fresh.        “I was just about to call you, I didn’t expect you to be here already,” He spoke, before softening his voice a little. “Are you okay, Y/L/N?”        For a small second, you almost told him.        “I’m fine, I just woke early,” You said, truthfully, but his eyes were still a little narrowed.        “How was your poker night?” Hotch asked, and you pulled a small smile to your face to recover your initial surprise at his question. Of course, everyone knew about your plans. It was the god-damn BAU.        “It was fun,”        Again, that was the truth and Hotch knew that, so he nodded and left you alone, calling in the rest of the team as you made your way to the conference room. Luckily, you didn’t think that Hotch knew what kind of fun you’d had last night.       “Stop it, Y/N,” You muttered to yourself, shaking away the image of Reid’s face in between your legs, turning your attention to the file. It was a bad one. You’d memorized every detail by the time everyone began trickling into the room, only one person missing.       “Where’s our genius?” Prentiss asked, her eyes landing on you as you shrugged, holding every nerve in your body still although you desperately wanted to squirm away from the gazes of the team and the scrutiny smothered on Morgan’s face.       “I called him and he’s on his way. He can catch up on the plane, we haven’t got time,” Hotch said, thankfully cutting off the team’s looks.        A few minutes into the briefing, the shuffle of familiar footsteps caught everyone’s attention as Reid appeared in the doorway, a little disheveled, his trademark dark circles a little deeper than usual and his shoelaces trailing. He made his way into the room, ignoring the stares from the team and keeping his eyes on the board in front. That was, until he sat down, making eye contact with you and giving an awkward smile.        You almost burst out laughing. The image of the man that had completely ruined you last night; the image that had replayed in your head all fucking morning shattered apart, the imprint of that awkward smile taking over.        Things felt more comfortable for some reason as JJ carried on the case briefing quickly and allowing us to dissipate to grab our go-bags. You pulled Reid to the side as he filed out of the door, Hotch’s gaze lingering on you both as he walked past silently.        “There really is another side to you, Reid,” You began, and he chuckled lightly.        “I didn’t know about it until last night,” He mumbled, smirking lightly.        “Do you need to explore it?” You almost bit back your words, but allowed them to freely drip from your lips as he sank his eyes straight into yours.         “If that’s okay with you?”         “You can fuck me forever and I think I’d be okay with it,”         Your hand sneaked upwards, pulling lightly on a strand of his hair. His tongue slid across his lips, pausing for a moment in thought. The presence of familiar nails digging into your hip suddenly graced you for a second before he walked away, a smile dancing on his mouth as your moans played on a loop in his head.

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